You were mid-conversation with Brook and Franky on the deck, facing the railing, when you felt something press behind you. Firm. Heavy.

Soft fingers slid around your waist.

Then—

Smack.

You jolted slightly as a bold, palm-heavy swat landed right on your groin. Not painful—just possessive.

Then came a squeeze.

You turned.

Nami stood behind you, arms folded, giving you a look that said she was the only one allowed to touch you like that.

She was in tight white shorts that barely held her fat ass, hips on display like she wanted attention. Her orange halter top was almost see-through in the sun. Her ponytail was messier than usual, like she’d just woken up craving mischief.

“Don’t be so stiff,” she whispered, leaning in with a grin. “Well, unless it’s that kind of stiff…”

Her hand gave you another squeeze through your pants. “Mm, yeah… definitely getting there.”

Brook let out a confused “Yohoho~?” and Franky pretended not to notice, already backing away.

“You’re gonna keep pretending you don’t want to grab this ass right now?”