Alpha had been tasked by her elder sister, Khalifa, with inspecting the business practices of shops across Onigashima. Khalifa's instructions were clear: root out any merchants overcharging customers or selling counterfeit goods, as such practices could tarnish the island's reputation.
Taking her assignment seriously, Alpha visited every establishment, meticulously evaluating their services. Her diligence extended to personally experiencing the services offered, ensuring no detail escaped her scrutiny and that no tourists suffered injustices.
However, her mission took a surprising turn when she encountered Olivia.
Olivia, her expression distant yet blissful, seemed lost in recollection. She licked her lips as though savoring a memory, her faint smile betraying the enjoyment of an experience far too indulgent for her supposed responsibilities. Despite this, her demeanor left Luffy visibly irate.
The circumstances that brought Alpha here were nothing short of coincidental. While diligently carrying out her inspections, she stumbled upon this particular establishment. To ensure its standards met expectations, she had decided to partake in its services personally.
But as Alpha stood before Luffy, attempting to justify her actions, her disheveled appearance told a different story. Lipstick marks adorned her face and neck, and her clothing bore subtle signs of disarray. Were it not for these incriminating details, Luffy might have believed her fabricated explanation.
With a grim expression, Luffy crossed his arms, his tone icy as he addressed her. "So, Alpha, what exactly did you discover here? How was your 'inspection' experience?"
Alpha, still somewhat dazed, responded with an exaggerated seriousness. "The women here are absolutely stunning, Luffy! Their quality is unmatched on this street. However…" She paused dramatically, her tone shifting to one of mock pain. "…they're still lack experiance! I suggest assigning Miss Kujaku to provide them with professional training. That way, they can better serve their… er, customers."
Luffy's glare darkened as Alpha trailed off, realizing her poor choice of words. Before she could dig herself deeper, Luffy reached out and delivered a sharp flick to her forehead. Sparks of electricity crackled around his fingers, jolting Alpha and leaving her hair comically standing on end. She staggered back, her body trembling from the shock.
"Damn it, Alpha," Luffy muttered, barely suppressing his anger. "Not only are you abusing your position, but you're also an unapologetic masochist!"
Alpha winced but couldn't resist adding, "Well… technically, I'm here to be 'played with,' not to play myself…"
Luffy silenced her with a glare so intense that even the typically fearless Alpha took a step back. A growing knot of frustration settled in his chest. What on earth are these people doing behind my back? he thought. How much less seriously can they take me as the head of this operation?
Still undeterred, Alpha raised her arms in mock surrender, a relieved smile spreading across her face as she groaned, "Ah~ Kemoji~"
That was the last straw. Luffy, using his Flying Finger Gun technique, sent a precise flick to her forehead from a distance, knocking her unconscious. Alpha crumpled to the ground, a comically large bump forming on her forehead.
Watching the chaos unfold, Olivia couldn't suppress her tears. She turned to Luffy with a plaintive expression, her voice trembling.
Her pitiful cry only added to the absurdity of the situation.
Three hours later, Olivia lay slumped on the sofa, completely drained. She had endured Luffy's wrath and was now little more than a puddle of exhaustion. After changing her clothes, Luffy casually draped a dress over her and carried her bridal-style out of the room.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Alpha—now recovered—and Yamato were engrossed in a heated gaming session with Hancock.
The game, much to Luffy's surprise, supported multiplayer mode and featured controllers that looked far more advanced than anything he'd seen in the pirate world.
"Yamato, heal me! I'm about to die!" Hancock commanded, her voice unusually assertive as she leaned into the game. "Alpha, where's your magic? Use it already!"
Her newfound addiction seemed to transform her into an entirely different person. Yamato and Alpha, visibly intimidated, complied without hesitation, desperately working to keep Hancock's character alive.
Luffy, observing the scene, shook his head in bemusement. He found a seat on the sofa and sat down, placing the limp and half-conscious Olivia across his lap. His gaze shifted to the screen, which displayed three characters dressed in medieval fantasy attire—a knight wielding a massive sword, a mage with a glowing staff, and an archer armed with a sleek bow.
The trio worked together to battle a towering, elegant boss named Aya. The vivid graphics and fast-paced action immediately piqued Luffy's interest.
Curious, he grabbed a controller and nudged Olivia lightly. "Hey, is this an action game? Show me how to play. I want to give it a try."
Olivia, barely conscious, muttered something incoherent and gestured vaguely toward the coffee table. Alpha, trembling under Luffy's scrutinizing gaze, reached out hesitantly, picked up the remote control, and pressed a few buttons. The screen flickered briefly before a dramatic title sequence unfolded.
Accompanied by intense music and cinematic visuals, the game's title appeared in bold letters:
"Futanari and the Dungeon."
Luffy froze. "…Is this supposed to be a serious game?"
Before he could process the absurdity of the title, cheers erupted from the women.
"Finally! I beat the boss!" Hancock exclaimed, her triumphant shout filling the room. "Step aside, everyone. I'm going first!"
"Hold on, Hancock," Alpha interjected, her tone indignant. "If you managed to win, it's only because of my magic. Let's not forget that!"
"You two can argue all you want," Yamato chimed in, smirking. "I'm going in next."
Luffy watched, his eyes widening in disbelief as the characters on screen suddenly stripped off their armor. The women's avatars approached the defeated boss—a weakened, voluptuous female figure—and began performing actions far too inappropriate for any respectable game.
Realization dawned on Luffy, and his face turned red with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "This is… this is Doujinshi!" he exclaimed, pointing at the screen. "Olivia, what kind of garbage game is this?!"
But Olivia, utterly drained from her ordeal, had already fallen into a deep sleep on his lap.
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