[89] The New Belt (3)

Chapter 89: The New Belt (3)

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Though a small line on the map, the Calm Belts were huge. Unfortunately, the Senju Pirates entered this side of the Belt from quite an awkward angle.

If the Belt was divided into four parts, with the 1st part starting at the Reverse Mountain and the 4th part ending around Fishman Island, then the Senju Pirates were currently on the 3rd segment’s borders, nearing toward the 4th part.

It was an awkward position because they would have to explore the 3rd and 4th parts, but then they would have to backtrack in order to reach the first two “Calm Belts”. It would have been best to start from the 1st part, but they would waste more time if they went back now.

In either case, it would just take a few more weeks than the other way. They could just treat it as a vacation.

They had been in the Calm Belt for a few days now and had already explored a few islands. They did find some strange and mysterious  islands, just not the ones they were after.

Today was one of the days Hashirama woke up early to find Mikita alone in the kitchen. They hadn't gotten the chance to reconcile after the incident on the Boin Archipelago, so Hashirama found this as a perfect chance to break the ice.

"Hey, cutie."

Hashirama said as he slipped into the kitchen. He wore his casual clothes, with his hair loose and falling by the side of his face.

"Get out of my kitchen."

Mikita didn't even spare him a glance, using a spoon to scoop up a bit of tea that was brewing before her, and tasted it.

"Technically the ship is mine."

"The kitchen is mine, fuck off."

"The urge to fix your attitude right now."

The snarky blonde snapped her head to the side and gave him a look. Then she turned back to focus on the tea. The brewing was done, she twisted the gas off and turned around.

"Ah."

Mikita gasped lightly as she turned around because he was suddenly right before her, her nose crashed into his chest.

Mikita stepped back and nearly fell back into the hot tea, but he had already wrapped his hand around her waist by then. He pulled her closer, her curves hugging him, as her breasts pressed against his chest.

"Be careful. Your girlfriend might see and you'll be in trouble."

"Hey, at least let me apologize."

Hashirama decided to directly apologize for her sarcastic warning. She scoffed hearing it, smirking to herself.

"Oh ho, apologizing to your side bitch? How noble of you. Fuck off."

She cursed and tried to push him back. But as she was weaker than him, he didn't even budge. He stared down at her with his expression solid, and she stared back after realizing she was stuck.

"If you're trying to apologize, I'll let you know, this isn't how you do it."

"Is that so? How do you want me to apologize then?"

"Get off my kitchen."

"But it's our kitchen."

Mikita opened her mouth again, but she closed her lips the next moment. She sighed softly and stared off to the side, a small tint of red appeared on her cheek.

The hint faded and she turned back to him. She looked him in the eye.

"What's up with that Shira name?"

"It's what my sister calls me. I never liked when anybody else called me that."

Mikita frowned. "I see. So is it like proof that the person is truly close to you? Haha, no wonder I don't have it. Let me go."

'So explaining the situation made it worse…?' Hashirama smiled and stared at her.

"I have known my sister all my life. I have known Vivi for 10 years. It may sound harsh, but I'm naturally closer to them than you and the other girls. You have to realize and accept that."

"...."

Mikita paused, her frown wavering. She grumbled and looked away. Well, duh — talking logic to a girl about why you were closer to some other girl wasn't supposed to work.

"But you know, if you keep pushing me away, we will not be able to reach that stage. Stop being foolish."

Hearing that, Mikita looked back at him.

"You're so shameless. Is this a game? You play and rank up? Bastard."

"My bad."

"Idiot."

"Yes."

He gently wrapped his arms around her back and had her head buried into his chest. He patted her hair and listened to her cursing him.

A while later, with her face still buried in his chest, she muttered in a low voice.

"I don't like being the 2nd."

"Who said you're 2nd?"

Hashirama bit his tongue, having said it instinctively. She was the 3rd, which she didn't need to know yet.

However, Mikita misunderstood what he meant. She raised her head and gave him a look.

"Liar. If I'm not the 2nd then let me call you Shira."

"Errr-"

"See? Liar."

"This and that are different. Like… uh, my sister. It's not as if we… have a sexual relationship, right? Yet she calls me Shira, so it's not about that."

"Hmmm…"

Mikita stared at him. What was that pause mid-sentence? Soon, she sighed.

"All right. Whatever. If you say so. Then if I'm not the 2nd then am I the 1st? But Vivi is 1st, right? How does that work? Is it like a tie?"

"...Yes, that's right."

"All right. Then I'll fight her for 1st position. Later today, I'll tell her about this. Fine?"

"Haha…"

"I'll take that as a yes."

Then, in rapid motions, Mikita's body weight increased and she pushed him on the floor. He let her and fell on his back, and she fell on top of him, as light as a feather.

Mikita's hands slipped past his bangs and cupped his cheeks. Her lips lowered to his and then pressed down. While his hands rose and cupped her shapely behind, she pushed her tongue inside his mouth.

The kitchen filled with the sounds of: clothes rustling, sloppy rough kisses, and Mikita's sweet voice.

Her ass was raised, wiggling under his grip, while her abdomen was pressed down on his abs and her chest against his, as his hands ran from her ass down to her waist, feeling the soft and tight flesh, enjoying it all for himself.

Her ass was a work of art, the curved flesh a delicacy to the touch, and her waist was as if carved out of marble, a hard feeling beneath the slight softness.

Her thighs, which were round and meaty from all the training, rested between his legs, rubbing against them.

Hashirama pulled her close by her back, while she held him by the face, and the two of them kissed as if it was their last.

With a plop sound, their kiss ended. He sat up, still hugging her, and stared at her face.

"Aren't you aggressive today?"

"Just marking my possession."

Hashirama stared at her for a few long seconds and then grinned. He leaned over to bite her lip, making it bleed as she gave an ear-numbing moan.

"You hot bitch. The tea will get cold by the time I'm done with you."

"Yeah? Go ahead."

The two of them went at it again. This time Hashirama pushed her down and was about to ravage her like a beast, planning to fill the entire ship with her struggling sounds, but then something happened.

"Ahhn~"

"Hashirama?"

Just when Mikita moaned, his name was called while he was kissing her nape.

It wasn't Mikita who called him.

Both Hashirama and Mikita paused. In slow motion, they slowly turned their heads at the source of the sound.

The door was open. Somebody was at the door, standing and staring down at the couple.

With her blue hair matching the blue sky, her blue eyes were wide as she stared down at the duo.

"Hashirama? Mikita?"

"...."

Hashirama paled. For the first time in a long time, he felt a little anxious.

Stuck in frozen time, Hashirama and Mikita who were making out, suddenly confronted Vivi. Soon they would realize they should have taken Robin's advice a long time ago.

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