Nico Robin and Me in the Kingdom of Bridges

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The sky was pitch black, and so was the ground. I trudged through the thick snow, battered by the howling wind
and swirling snowflakes, struggling towards the special detention tower. The dim,

yellow lights in the snowy night, though not bright, were a guiding light for me. I pulled
the earmuffs under my cotton hat tighter to keep the cold from seeping into my neck and extinguishing my warmth.

A tall, dark shadow gradually appeared before me. The
moment I saw this cold, enormous structure, my heart burned with a burning urgency, for inside was the person I wanted to protect. To be precise
, a woman named Nico Robin. The only reason I wanted to help and protect her was because she
looked exactly like my deceased sister, Heath.

I walked along the long suspension bridge, and at its end, I looked up. Before me stood
the gate of the special detention tower. Beneath that gate stood two tall, armed guards. In the dim light,
their red cotton hats and red coats matched mine perfectly. But when they saw me, their
expressions turned amused. I, on the other hand, looked humble and submissive.

"Brothers, please have a drink!" I offered the prepared hot liquor obsequiously. What
could be more blissful in this cold world than a warm drink?

"Wow! It's liquor?" A prison guard's eyes lit up, and his large hand
snatched the flask from my hand. He squeezed open the cap, feeling the warm steam rising, a look of satisfaction on his face.

He patted my shoulder and said, "Not bad! Brad, you know how to be respectful to your elders now. This time, I
won't make things difficult for you!"

"Thank you, brothers!" I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the gate.

But as soon as I entered the gate, I felt a tremendous force shove my buttocks, and I stumbled forward,
managing to regain my balance. Otherwise, I would have fallen.

"However, the nightly kick is still necessary! Hahaha!" That was another guard's voice.

"Right! Brad, even among guards in the Special Detention Tower, there are ranks, hehe... We two
are your bosses!" The guard holding the liquor also grinned sinisterly.

I clenched my fists tightly, but I knew that with my small frame, there was no way I could beat them
. I didn't respond, but instead patted something inside my clothes—the most important thing every night.
As long as it hadn't fallen out, that was fine.

I went down the cold stairs; the most dangerous prisoners were held on the ground floor. I reached the
bottom floor. Tonight, no, I should say every night, it was my shift. My shift until sunrise.
This grueling job was something only someone like me, who had suffered so much bullying and humiliation at the hands of my colleagues, would take on, and dare not refuse.
In fact, according to the regulations of the special detention tower, every guard on night watch was on a rotation system.
Well, that system disappeared after I arrived. "Everyone" entrusted this heavy responsibility entirely
to me.

Before, I was numb. Now, however, I am happy and hopeful. Because, there, are
the people I want to protect!

I glanced at my watch; it showed 12:00.

At this time, she would have long since been exhausted and fallen asleep.

6:00 AM – 11:00 AM, 2:00 PM – 10:00 PM. This was her
interrogation and torture time; there was no breakfast or lunch. The only meal was in the evening, and even
then, it was just a cold, hard steamed bun. It could be said that her entire day was filled with various forms of
interrogation, whipping, and beatings. Because she was an ability user, she even got to enjoy the taste of fresh seawater every day
.

What inhumane treatment!

Fortunately… fortunately, this was a frozen wasteland, a treacherous environment of minus ten degrees Celsius. No one dared or wanted to
entertain such thoughts, because the cold would dispel all desires and evil intentions. Add to that
the rumor that she had destroyed seven warships at the age of eight, and the villains' fear of her had reached a very high level. Of course,
there were those who weren't afraid of death, but that one was reportedly kicked by her when she was exhausted… Later, with the summer commander's strict orders,
those bastards all gave up those inappropriate thoughts.

This was the only thing I was happy about. If I had heard or seen such a situation, I
swear—I would have gone berserk!

Ultimately, I was too weak! If I were stronger, I could have rescued her!

With mixed feelings, I began to walk towards the prison area. I arrived at a cell with practiced ease, and by the
dim firelight, I saw a tall, slender woman with disheveled hair pressed against the cold wall.

She wore the light blue jacket-like prison uniform typical of the Laborers' Country, the zipper undone,
revealing nothing underneath, exposing most of her snow-white, full breasts. Her hands were tightly handcuffed with sea-stone cuffs, hanging
limply in front of her legs; even if she wanted to pull the zipper on her chest, she couldn't. Her head was down, her bangs flowing freely
, her long legs casually placed, as still as a corpse. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of her chest,
I would have thought she was dead. She was so tired. As I gently opened the cell door and slowly approached,
I found her breathing so even; as I expected, she was fast asleep.

Perhaps she was quickly recovering her strength, preparing for another day of interrogation and punishment!

I crouched down and took out a bottle of ointment from my pocket. I opened the bottle, and a clear, colorless
, odorless, and imperceptible ointment dripped out. I used my finger to draw a small piece and, through her messy bangs, dotted it on her forehead
.

The small piece of ointment seemed to find its home, silently merging into her forehead. Then,
her body stirred slightly, and she relaxed completely. Entering a deep sleep, she slowly slid down the wall.
I gently caught her and held her in my arms.

Her head swayed slightly, and her bangs parted to reveal her beautiful face. What
an exquisite face it was! Long, alluring eyebrows, quietly closed windows to the soul, a high, delicate
nose, and sensual, pouty lips—these combined to create a face that was a fusion of angel and goddess.

But even now, seeing her ethereal beauty, I felt an unbearable pain. The bloodstains on her pale lips,
the wound at the corner of her eye, the bruise on her right cheek—it was as if a sharp knife had sliced this beautiful face to
pieces. What kind of heinous and cruel person could do such a thing?!

"Those damned bastards!" I cursed inwardly.

I reached out and gently stroked her face, as if caressing a rare treasure, careful and tender. But the more I stroked,
the more pain and discomfort I felt. Especially when I touched those uneven red and blue wounds.

Thankfully… I had my family's special ointment.

I wouldn't let these hateful things ruin you. I gently stroked her face.

I breathed a sigh of relief, calming myself. I squeezed the clear ointment I had just squeezed from my fingers and applied it to her face.
After stroking it, I began to massage it. I quickened my pace, watching as every last drop of the ointment seeped into her face
. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.

I didn't apply much ointment to her face, mainly to avoid giving those bastards too much of a clue.
If someone who had been abused repeatedly regained their youthful appearance after each night, anyone
would become suspicious, and it might even ignite their own cruelty. In that case, she would suffer even more torture, and I
would be making things worse.

I then tidied her somewhat disheveled bangs. Then I carefully placed her on the floor.
I unbuttoned my red warning coat and spread it on the ground. Then I lifted her slender and incredibly light body
and gently placed her on the coat I had laid out.

I endured the chill and began to unbutton her prison clothes. Because I knew that the pain left on her body by the torture she had suffered was
definitely greater than on her face. Therefore, I needed to treat it as quickly as possible.

In the land of laborers, prison uniforms are one-piece suits, so I zipped her chest up to the maximum, then half-
lifted her body and slowly removed the uniform. Her body was now completely naked.

I placed her back on my coat, quickly grabbed the ointment, and began applying it. I had to
hurry because this damn weather was so cold; I couldn't let her lose too much body heat. Fortunately, my ointment
had a strong cooling and temperature-regulating effect, which was even more pronounced in cold weather. Furthermore, its skin-beautifying effects were also quite
good. I remembered the first time I applied the ointment to her, her skin was tanned. Now, however, I had unintentionally "bleached
" it.

Undoubtedly, her body was absolutely beautiful and sexy. Her nakedness gave her
a profound, soul-stirring impact. Her neck, long and slender like a swan's, stretched downwards, tightly encircling
her delicate and charming collarbones. The lines were clear, the bone structure graceful; I couldn't find any reason to say they weren't beautiful.
Below the collarbones were a pair of incredibly full and enormous breasts. Free from the constraints of her prison uniform, they
stretched out slightly to the sides, revealing a deep and long cleavage between them.
Even a hand could easily engulf them, demonstrating the astonishing size and height of her breasts. Her flat, flawless
abdomen, slightly concave due to her lying down, revealed a deep, beautiful navel in the center
, playful and sexy, a pure and innocent sight. A pure and pristine beauty; a dense, sparse layer of neat triangular hair at the bottom of her abdomen,
concealing the allure of her mysterious groin area. Exposed to the cold air, the hair curled slightly, shivering in the chilly
wind blowing in from the wide window. I felt pity for her. At this moment, her legs were tightly pressed together,
and although the mysterious area was pitch black, its full, rounded shape revealed how well-developed it was. Her legs were long and beautiful;
from thighs to calves to ankles, the curves of every part were exquisitely beautiful, flawlessly beautiful,
breathtakingly beautiful. Even after seeing them many times, I couldn't help but exclaim: How can there be such
long and beautiful legs in this world?

I remembered the first time I helped her apply medicine all over her body; I was so pathetic then. My
nose bled so much my mouth was full. Then, day after day, I gradually overcame this beauty and began to
care less. Finally, I became as indifferent as I am now.

But what truly made my desire indifferent wasn't the number of times I saw her—for I felt I could never
tire of looking at her body. The only thing that gradually diminished my desire, and caused me further heartache, was the constant stream of
new wounds on her body.

At this moment, I too shed tears. For twenty-seven days straight, not a single day had passed without tears. I
felt heartache for her body, and also for my own powerlessness. I couldn't save her, who was almost
identical to her sister, Heath.

So, every day after interrogations and torture, I could only secretly, during my shifts, in the
quiet of the night, use my family's secret, top-grade ointment to clean her wounds and help her recover. This way, she would be
more comfortable during interrogations.

Twenty-seven days, almost a month, and I did this every night. And her beautiful body, in turn,
healed old wounds only to be replaced by new ones. Each time I saw it, the pain grew more intense. I didn't know if this was right. But I
knew I didn't want her to die, and she didn't want to die either. She had a strong obsession, an
obsession to return to her companions. It was this obsession that ultimately kept her alive. After all, my ointment could only save her body,
not her heart.

Undoubtedly, I had fallen in love with her. Compared to the vague, unrequited love I had for my sister, my
love for her was more direct and clear. Besides her resemblance to my sister and her captivating figure, it was
her composure and dignity in the face of interrogation and punishment that attracted me. It made
me, who had been repeatedly bullied in this land of laborers, at least no longer as numb as before; at least now
, I had life. And—I also had something to care about.

Quickly clearing my mind of distractions, I began, tears welling in my eyes, to squeeze out the ointment and start applying it to her entire body.

Her injuries were mainly concentrated on her arms, shoulders, lower abdomen, waist, and legs. Of course, there were injuries on her back too,
but I started with the front. But as a preventative measure, I
carefully covered every corner of her body. The dosage will be higher for the injured areas.

Twenty-seven days of training have made my hand speed faster and faster; I start with my left arm and then slowly move forward.
I climbed upwards, her skin so smooth and fragrant, but my grief prevented me
from appreciating the exquisite feel. I slowly moved up her delicate collarbone, then continued to the right, covering her entire right arm
. Then I returned to the center, my gaze both pained and intoxicated, guiding her trembling
breasts. I didn't linger on the swaying peaks of her breasts, but instead slid along the sides of her full, round breasts,
wiping her waist, before climbing back to her flat, slightly undulating abdomen. After reaching her abdomen, I
painfully ignored the most alluring triangle, moving my body towards her two long, beautiful
legs. Finally, I crouched down, moving to her ten delicate, red toes, stained from the cold. I wiped away
the tears in my eyes, and after wiping her ankles, I had finally finished wiping her entire body.

Seeing the ointment gradually absorb into her body, and her skin beginning to emit warm steam,
my grief was slightly relieved.

I gently picked her up, first laying her on her side against the corner of my coat, then
slowly turning her over so she was lying face down. This way, I could begin applying the ointment to her back.

I looked at the shocking sight on her back and gasped. Especially the diagonal
welt across her back—the mark from the beating—made my heart clench. I clenched my fists tightly, afraid that drawing blood would
affect the ointment's effectiveness. So I forced myself to calm down.

I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face, but each drop froze instantly on the cold floor, just like
my own frozen emotions. If only

I were stronger!

I calmed the pounding in my heart and continued applying the ointment. But the moment I touched the bloody welt on her back,
tears welled up in my eyes again. I forced myself to calm down again—I needed to finish applying the ointment first.

Even faster than before, I quickly covered her back with the ointment. The bulging bottle
was completely empty. Then, I started dressing her in her prison uniform. Because I was afraid, afraid to see
those horrifying things again!

I put the uniform on her, but I didn't zip it up. I was afraid she would react strangely; she was so
incredibly intelligent.

But twenty-seven days had passed; with her intelligence, I wondered if she had realized anything? Even
the most foolish person should know something, right?

But whether she knew or not, please, please don't know about me—I was afraid, I was afraid it would implicate her, cause
her even greater harm!

I lifted her beautiful body from the floor and held her in my arms. I used my body heat to accelerate
the healing effect of the ointment on her body. As I felt her body growing warmer, I carefully carried her back to the wall, assuming her
usual position.

I stared blankly at her, head bowed, peacefully asleep. I thought, if only… if only she could
truly sleep well, and tomorrow she would face something beautiful, not that terrifying interrogation and torture!

"Nicole Robin—my sister, I will definitely rescue you!" I repeated
the farewell I had uttered for twenty-seven days.

Then, I gently lowered my head and softly kissed Robin's face.

I stood up, straightened my red prison guard coat, glanced at her lingeringly, and walked out of
the cell.

"Young man, aren't you a prison guard? Why do you do this day and night?" An aged voice
softly rang out from the next cell.

In the cold, silent night of the prison, such a faint sound was quite loud. I could hear it, of course.

I wasn't afraid of this aged voice; perhaps I had grown accustomed to it. The moment I first applied
the medicine to Robin, the owner of that voice noticed my little trick. I was terrified then, afraid
he would report me and implicate my beloved Robin. But twenty-seven days passed, and I
received no word of it. So I understood; the owner of that voice hadn't betrayed me.

I didn't know why, but I didn't want to investigate. I just kept thinking: as long as I
could safely apply the medicine to Robin every night, that was enough.

Hearing that aged voice again, I didn't leave immediately; I remained standing at the cell door.

"Because…she's my sister!" I didn't know why, but
when I said those words, my heart was so calm, so…warm.

"Is that so? I see…" the aged voice responded, also calmly, without
any joy or other extraneous emotion at receiving an answer to the question I'd been asked twenty-seven times.

I said nothing more and walked away.

The area around the cell suddenly quieted down…

Time flies. It's been thirtieth day since I helped Robin apply her medicine twenty-nine times last night
. That means the secret between Robin and me has lasted a full month. If only we could get through tonight…

Today, instead of going home to rest, I stood outside a unique, fully open ice cell. I was pressed against
the upper left of the ice wall, where a sign frozen solid hung. The handwriting was faded, but
the words "Interrogation Room 2" were still faintly visible.

At this moment, my eyes, behind my glasses, were filled with tears.

Just a wall away, the woman I had always wanted to protect but was powerless to save—my sister Robin—was
being subjected to Nichigo's brutal interrogation.

"Thud!" A loud crash—I heard the sound of a chair being kicked over. And of course,
the dull, painful sound of flesh hitting the cold floor.

"Speak! Your companions, the Straw Hat crew now, are all there!" It was the same old line.
I was so tired of hearing it that I wanted to punch him.

"Aren't you tired? I always have to ask you these dirty questions!?" A surge of emotion welled up inside me. From her voice
, I could tell that Robin, though weak, was still full of energy. My ointment, you haven't let me down after all
… I wiped away my tears.

"Bastard!" Then came the relentless beating.

"Damn it! This woman is incredibly tough. She's endured almost a month of torture, and she's managed to withstand
it every time!"

"Sigh... she's the demon child who destroyed seven warships at the tender age of eight!
It's not surprising she has such a powerful physique!"

"Oh... are you praising me? Thank you so much."

"Damn it!"

*Splash*

"Hmm..."

"Hahaha, how about it? So what if you're an ability user? So what if you're the demon child?
The seawater I prepare here every day is all for you,

isn't it?" "Really? But it's a bit too little, could you add more?"

"You...you..."

"Hehe, you take a break first, my stick is itching to get going! Let me stretch it out!"

"Beat her to death!"

"That's a must! Hahaha..."

...

Outside the door, my eyes were completely swollen from crying. Why did each insult and each beating
feel like it was hitting me? It struck right at my heart.

I left silently. I decided to go back and
prepare the medicine, to help Robin recover from his numerous injuries tonight.

As darkness fell, the snow began to fall heavily. Through the thick snowflakes, I
looked out the window at the tall, lonely special detention tower.

I checked my watch; it was 10:00. I knew then that Robin's day of punishment
was coming to an end. And it was time for me to leave. I put the prepared ointment into a small bottle and
hid it in a concealed opening in the red guard's coat. I had modified the opening myself; from the outside, it
looked almost exactly like the inner fleece of the coat. I had also added several layers of special cotton fleece inside the opening, so that
no one could sense the medicine bottle at the back during a search. Using this method, I had evaded
many of my "comrades'" pulling, tugging, and searching attempts.

I finished everything, took a breath, nodded, and decided to leave.

"Bang!" My room door was flung open instantly.

I turned around, staring in astonishment at two tall, menacing prison guards who strode in, their faces contorted with rage. I began to speak
, "You…"

Before I could finish, a sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen, my eyes widened in shock,
but that wasn't all. A whooshing sound filled my ears, and my face was flung from one end to the other. I
slammed heavily onto the floor of my room, a mouthful of thick, stagnant blood gushing from my mouth.

"Why…why?" I cried out hoarsely in pain. You see, even if these guys wanted to
abuse me, they wouldn't suddenly come to my room. Most of the times I was subjected
to such brutal treatment, it was in the special detention tower or on the snowy ground near the construction site. This was the first time I'd ever been so violently assaulted in my own room
!

Suddenly, I realized something, and a wave of unease washed over me…

“Heh heh, Brad, the Commissioner requests your presence!”

My heart sank.

“Ouch!” I gritted my teeth in pain; I’d been slammed to the floor by those two bastards. Of course,
not on the floor of my room, but in the Commissioner’s office.

I glared at them with resentment and anger. I’d been
subjected to their relentless punches and kicks on the way to the Commissioner’s office.

“Hey? Brad, you dare glare at me? Hahaha…you weak little wench,
die!”

One of the bastards kicked me, and I felt a sharp blow to my other cheek. The burning
pain told me it was swollen.

“Damn it!” I cursed inwardly. Tears welled in my eyes again. I knew I’d
been discovered, otherwise…

why would the Commissioner, who rarely saw lowly soldiers like me, summon me? And it was this
kind of violent, almost criminal-like escort.

I struggled to lift my head and saw the warden sitting on his high desk,
looking at me with a playful expression. His gaze was so arrogant and disdainful, as if he weren't looking at a living
person, but a pitiful ant.

"You're... Nicole Brad, the substitute night watchman at the special detention tower?" the warden said calmly.

"Yes," I replied indifferently.

"You can go back and rest now!" That was the warden's second sentence.

"Yes, Warden!" The two bastards who brought me here saluted simultaneously.

I heard the door open and close behind me, and I knew they were gone. But I couldn't help touching
my backside; one of those bastards had kicked me hard before leaving.

Now, my whole body ached, especially my left ribs, which felt like they were broken. Even
the slightest twist of my body sent a jolt of pain through me.

The room fell silent. After

a long while, the warden spoke: "Can you stand up?"

"I...I can." I gritted my teeth, using one hand and one leg to prop myself up slowly
. As I stood up, I suddenly felt dizzy, due to oxygen deprivation in my brain.

I began to breathe heavily, my face turning pale.

"Nicole Brad! To be honest, I was shocked when I first saw you! You...you look
so much like Nico Robin! And, Nico, you even share the same surname, Nico!" The warden suddenly pulled
a wanted poster from a drawer.

A wanted poster with Robin's picture, but she looked much better in it than she does now—
so dashing and beautiful. Below the poster was a row of numbers; I counted them—eight
zeros: 80,000,000.

My eyes narrowed slightly: eighty million Berries! With such a high bounty, no wonder they all call her...
"Child of the Devil! " I sighed.

"There are plenty of people in the world with the surname Nicole. Just because my surname is Nicole, does the Warden really want to link me to her?" 　　"No, no! Brad, I'm not that foolish!" The Warden flicked his chubby fingers. 　　He suddenly stood up, swinging his large, obese body. He came to me, looking up at me. 　　"Nicole Brad! Well… can you explain to me what you're doing every night in Nico Robin's cell? I suspect you're plotting something sinister. Are you planning to cooperate with her? Cooperate—to escape this land of laborers?" He sneered. 　　He knew—he knew everything! 　　My heart turned cold. I knew that so-called cooperation to escape the land of laborers was merely a tactic he used to intimidate me. But none of that matters. What matters is that my infiltration of Robin's cell in the dead of night has become a fait accompli. As the warden, he can arbitrarily convict people of fabricated crimes based on this established fact. Simply because he is the warden, the highest authority in this land of laborers. 　　My hands trembled, but I refused to give up any chance of survival. He dismissed both of his men ; clearly, he was plotting something. This was my only chance to escape this calamity and avoid implicating Robin . 　　"Warden, what do you want?" I asked. 　　"Yes! Nicole Brad, you are indeed a clever man!" The warden smiled, his cunning little eyes narrowing into slits. 　　He turned and returned to his desk. He opened the window, looking down at the slaves below, who continued working tirelessly even in the dead of night . 　　"One million Berries! I'll pretend this never happened if you pay me one million Berries ! And you can continue being a guard at your special detention tower, though you won't be going to Nico Robin's cell!" 　　I said bitterly. One million Berries? Even if I had them, I'd only use them to prepare more herbs to make my family's herbal ointment to help Robin heal. One million? Are you kidding me? All I have is 50,000 Berries in savings. But I can't touch those funds; if I do, Robin's ointment will be unavailable. 　　"You can choose not to pay! But the price... well, we're running low on slaves for building the bridge. I might consider letting you join them!" 　　Carrot and club? No, it's more like a longsword and axe, each one slicing me to pieces . 　　"Warden, before I make a decision, can I ask you something?" I asked, head bowed. 　　"Ask away!" The warden didn't turn around. 　　I took a deep breath and voiced the agonizing question in my mind: "What will you do with Nico Robin?" 　　"Dispose of her? No, no! I won't do anything with her, and I have no right to do so! I've already contacted Marine Headquarters. Judging by the timeline, the warship transporting the criminals should be arriving soon, right? And I'll get 80 million Berries! Kid, do you understand? That's a whole 80 million Berries! Now I'm finally rich, finally I can leave this garbage country that has no fun other than coldness! Hahaha ..." 　　Marine Headquarters? The warship transporting the criminals? Arriving soon? That bastard, how could he—how could he treat Robin like this! How could he treat my beloved sister like this! 　　Of course I know what will happen to pirates in the hands of the Marines. What's more, there's that rumor about Robin , the rumor that she destroyed 7 warships at the age of only 8. I don't know if that rumor is true or not. But I clearly realized that this rumor supposedly originated from Marine Headquarters. I wasn't sure if Robin was powerful enough to make the Marines wary, or if she possessed something that made them deeply fear her. But I clearly understood: Robin was someone the Marines absolutely needed; she couldn't be handed over to them, or else her fate would be… You bastard! How could you do this! I glared at the back 　　of that laughing, chubby figure, my eyes blazing with fury. 　　"I must rescue my sister tonight!" I silently resolved. 　　My eyes suddenly lit up because I saw that unique set of keys on the desk. I knew it was the key to the Seastone handcuffs, the only way to unlock Robin's restraints. 　　If Robin's abilities were unleashed, then she would have the strength to escape this icy, hellish place, right? That way, the Marines wouldn't be able to catch her! 　　"I must get these keys!" I thought to myself. Then, enduring the pain in my ribs , I approached the obese figure still standing by the window, taking slow, hesitant steps, without turning around . 　　"So, Nicole..." the warden began, but before he could finish, I slammed him to the ground with the butt of my rifle, which was on a nearby shelf, just as he turned. 　　Seeing the large bump on the back of his head, I kicked him angrily. Then, with trembling hands, I placed the crucial set of keys in my coat pocket. After doing all this, I was exhausted, sweating profusely, and panting heavily. 　　Feeling my body growing increasingly painful and weak, I could only grit my teeth, encouraging myself to persevere. I never considered using the ointment lining my coat. It was meant to remove Robin's injuries from the day, to help her recover her strength and energy, and to ensure her ability to escape the Special Prison Tower and the Land of Workers. I couldn't let my own pain prevent me from thinking of Robin— the sister I'd fallen deeply in love with. 　　"Wait for me, I'm coming! Tonight I'll get you out of here!" I bit my lip, which was already bleeding, and walked out of the warden's office, heading towards the special detention tower. 　　Robin, head down, used the cold moonlight streaming in through the window to look at the life-saving paper fluttering in her hand.

A small piece of paper, undamaged, proved that the group she was waiting for was still alive.

But… they were supposed to reunite in Sabaody Archipelago in three days, yet she had been gone for a month. Were they still
waiting for her? Or had they already… abandoned her and continued their adventure ahead of time?

No… the team she had waited for so long wouldn't do that. Because they were the “idiots” who declared war on the entire world for her sake! Wasn't this the kind of partner
Salong had spoken of one day meeting worthy of deep friendship ? 　　“But it’s been too long, I’ve waited too long!” Robin’s beautiful black-blue eyes dimmed. 　　Was it because of these Seastone handcuffs that bound her? She lowered her head. 　　She raised the handcuffs with a clatter. But she felt an indescribable weight. Exhausted, she had considered cutting off her own hands and escaping. But the warden who had bound her wasn’t stupid. That guy, whom she'd never even met, was plotting to hand her over to the Navy for a hefty bounty . She'd gleaned all this information from the prison guards who interrogated her. 　　"To prevent my escape, and knowing full well I didn't want to die, they always coated the torture instruments with an anesthetic to weaken me, combined with the seawater's effect on ability users… You really went to great lengths to keep me in check!" Robin murmured, head bowed. 　　"If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have been so weak as to resist that idiot who called me 'sister' when she applied the medicine . After all, I'm a girl, and being constantly left naked like this…" She shook her head and sighed. But a warmth and gratitude filled her eyes. 　　"But thanks to his miraculous ointment, otherwise, even with my strong mind, my body would probably have been worn down by those filthy guys long ago, right?" 　　She chuckled. "The guy who calls me 'sister,' I wonder if he's a particularly interesting lad? I'm kind of looking forward to it..." 　　She murmured, suddenly feeling a strong wave of drowsiness. She cursed inwardly; the damn anesthetic was kicking in. Looks like that little bastard's body will be at his mercy again tonight... 　　But... a month has already passed! Calculating it, if that director isn't really an idiot , subtracting the time he spends thinking and making decisions, the Marine Headquarters ships or those guys from CP should be arriving soon! 　　So, I need to find a way to escape. Not only for my promise to my comrades, but also to survive. 　　But, I'm so tired and sleepy... 　　"Don't sleep! Miss, please don't sleep!" An aged voice drifted from next door. 　　"It's you, sir!" Robin, jolted awake by the voice, responded softly. Regarding this mysterious neighbor, although she had known him for a month, he was always the one to initiate conversations. She had never asked about his identity, feeling it unnecessary, and he, being tactful, hadn't either. After a month of back-and-forth banter, they had developed a certain rapport. It was she who had asked Brad to inquire about the reason he applied the medicine for her. 　　"If you sleep like this, you probably still won't see that young man!" 　　Robin chuckled. "Really? When have I ever seen him? He's very precise with his timing; with my current physical condition, I can't wait until then." 　　"Oh? You don't want to see him?" 　　"Of course, after all, I..." She trailed off, a faint blush rising to her beautiful face. 　　She sighed, "Old sir, you seem quite curious about what he does every night when he comes to my place." 　　"Hehe... Miss, you've guessed wrong. Of course, I've had those thoughts too. However, that's not what I'm bringing up tonight, because after tonight, you might not be able to see him again, right?" 　　Robin's eyes flickered. "Is that so? Does the old sir mean there might be some entertainment tonight?" 　　"Haha... I don't know! Whether there is or not, Miss, you'll find out if you don't sleep. " 　　"That's true..." A beautiful smile curved her lips. 　　Perhaps tonight she could escape... 　　Time continued to flow slowly, and Robin, waiting and waiting, grew sleepy. She tried hard to resist the drowsiness brought on by her exhaustion. She felt that she couldn't sleep tonight. If she fell asleep, she might miss something... 　　"Tap, thump, thump-thump..." A series of somewhat chaotic footsteps suddenly echoed in the silent prison corridor . 　　Then Robin woke up instantly. Her old neighbor next door, suddenly realizing something, also made a clanking sound with handcuffs. 　　I felt exhausted, my mind hazy; the injury from my broken ribs made it impossible for me to walk normally. I used my gun as a crutch, walking haltingly towards Robin's cell. 　　My left hand was also wounded by gunfire, caught in the inexplicable fighting tonight. It seemed a serious rebellion had occurred in the residential area, as even the guards and sentries at the special detention tower had been mobilized. That's why I was able to arrive here easily without any trouble. 　　Enduring the pain and weakness, I opened Robin's cell door with my bleeding left hand. In the cold moonlight, I could see Robin leaning against the wall, head down, probably asleep. But I had to wake her. I trudged towards Robin. 　　Just as I was about to reach her, my legs gave way, and I fell. But instead of landing on the floor, I landed on a soft, fragrant body. 　　A warm female voice whispered in my ear, "We've finally met! The little guy who claims to be my brother!" 　　My heart skipped a beat—she was awake! 　　I quickly pulled my head back from her shoulder, my bottom shuffling backward. When I finally came to a stop, I saw my beloved sister and lover—Robin—sitting on the floor, looking at me gently. 　　"You…you're awake?" I exclaimed. She should be asleep by now!

She didn't speak, but instead looked me up and down. She smiled and said, "Could you take off your glasses?"

My face flushed under her gaze, especially when she smiled. It brought back memories
of my sister Heath's smile—she was so beautiful! Her request was irresistible. My right hand instinctively
removed my glasses.

"You…you really look like me!" she exclaimed, looking me over carefully.

My face was red, but I didn't argue. Instead, I felt a deep sense of happiness at being recognized.
My sister Heath and I naturally resembled each other—black hair, blue-black beads, and high noses.
Heath was more elegant and graceful, while I, being male, was more dashing and handsome.

Robin was exactly like Heath, both in appearance and spirit; aside from personality, they were practically identical
. I resembled my sister Heath, and naturally, I also resembled Robin.

"How did you know me?" I asked curiously, putting my glasses back on.

"When you lay down just now, I took the opportunity to touch your hand. I've known this
thing so well for a month, so naturally I have a deep impression of it." Robin blinked her captivating eyes.

"My hand... I was just healing your wound." My face flushed, and I stammered.

"I know that... Huh!?"

She picked up my bleeding left hand, her face filled with urgency and concern. "You're injured, can't you use your...
magical medicine to treat it? Where's your magical medicine? Hurry up and get it out!"

So warm! So incredibly warm! Is this what it feels like to be cared for by someone you love? I suddenly closed
my eyes, stopping the tears that were welling up.

"This is the key to the Seastone handcuffs, I'll unlock them for you! The outside world is in complete
chaos! Take advantage of this time to escape, escape as far as possible! Don't ever come back!"
I avoided her question, enduring the pain, and took out the key to unlock her handcuffs.

Robin didn't speak, but her gaze softened and warmed as she looked at me.

"And you?" she asked softly.

"I..." I paused, unable to speak. Suddenly, my ears twitched; I heard a series of orderly
footsteps. It was the crisp sound of military boots on the cell floor.

I knew who had come.

I hurriedly increased my speed in unlocking the door, but the faster I rushed, the less I could open it. My increasingly pale face was covered
in sweat.

"Don't rush, there's still time!" Robin didn't urge me, her voice very gentle.

"Click!" Perhaps it was this gentle voice that brought me good fortune; a surge of joy filled me, and I
finally opened it. "Brad! It really is you! You traitor!" A roar followed by a clear, crisp gunshot rang out

from outside the cell door . 　　I abruptly ripped open my coat, pulled out the medicine bottle from the inner lining, and handed it to the astonished Robin. 　　"My name is Nicole Brad! Sister, I love you!" I gave her a loving smile. 　　Then, in the instant before she could react, I stood up, quickly turned around, and opened my arms to shield her tightly behind me. At that moment, I seemed to feel no pain in my body. 　　"Bang!" A gunshot rang out! 　　I slowly lost consciousness, only feeling my body very light. There was only one thought in my mind: I'm so happy to die for my beloved sister... 　　Sister Heath, I can finally come to find you... (Because Robin's ability activated, the bullet grazed my shoulder , my body instantly went numb, and exhaustion and pain made me fall into a deep sleep.) 　　"I... I'm not dead?" I opened my eyes and murmured weakly. 　　The moment I opened my eyes, my brain was still a little swollen and confused. Unable to concentrate, I was in a daze. 　　I subconsciously started to move my body, but was immediately stopped by the burning pain all over my body. But the pain also stimulated my brain, restoring my thinking ability. Gradually regaining my senses, I realized I was lying on a soft bed, covered by a thick cotton blanket. Underneath the blanket, I was only wearing men's underwear; nothing else. 　　My gaze began to scan my surroundings, and I found myself seemingly lying in a small, private carriage. Looking out the window, I saw snow still falling heavily, but the sky was already a hazy white, with countless ruins flying backwards indistinctly. 　　I wondered what I was lying on. Was it a train? I'd only ever heard of water trains, rarely land trains. 　　I lay quietly on the pillow, the bandages constantly wrapped around my body, and the faint, strange smell of medicine telling me I was in a healing state—I must have been rescued. 　　But within this strange smell, there seemed to be a faint, extremely familiar feeling. That feeling was deeply hidden, probably masked by other medications. 　　"This feeling really reminds me of my family's hereditary ointment..." I thought to myself, blurting it out. 　　If it is my family's hereditary ointment—where is Robin now? 　　Did many things happen while I was unconscious that I don't know about? Could something unexpected have happened during that time? I vaguely remember the chaotic battle that night—a battle between the prison guards and the rebels. If the rebels won, all the slaves and prisoners could be saved, and Robin would naturally be easily freed. But if the prison guards won, then—I don't even want to imagine… 　　"Damn it! Someone tell me the truth! I want to know where my sister is!" I slammed my fist on the bed, using my left hand in anger and urgency. This aggravated the gunshot wound on my left arm, instantly causing me to grimace in pain. 　　"No, I have to go ask!" I breathed heavily, making a decision in my heart. 　　But just as I was enduring the pain and preparing to get out of bed… 　　"Oh dear, are you awake?" The door to the small carriage opened. Entering was none other than the sister I had been dreaming of.

My beloved Robin. She had taken off her thin, unsightly blue and white prison uniform and put on a thick purple cotton
overcoat. Because of the cold weather, she zipped the coat tightly on both sides, revealing only a portion of her smooth, delicate collarbone
and half of her calf clad in black tights. Her black high-heeled boots
made light, melodious sounds as they stepped
on the carriage floor. She looked quite well, especially when she opened the door and saw me awake; a gentle and happy light shone from her captivating blue-black eyes. Then she smiled, like a
warm ray of light streaming in from a dark, enclosed room, a smile that soothed me.

For a moment, my wounds seemed to heal completely. I gazed at Robin with a rather dazed look, watching
her gently close the door, walk to my bedside, and sit down beside it.

"Sister... are you alright?" I blurted out my habitual "Sister," but then, realizing it might
be just my own thought, I changed my words. A sudden pang of sadness washed over me.

"I'm fine!" Robin smiled and shook her head. Then she took out an old photograph and handed it to me
.

"This is your sister, right? She really... looks just like me!"

"Yes, this is my sister. Her name is Heath." Looking at the photograph, I gazed at
the tall, slender figure in it, so much like Robin, and said with a warm expression.

I didn't intend to take the photograph back immediately. A slight hope lingered in my heart, a hope that Robin
would keep it, keep it with her.

She said, "In that case, this photograph must be very precious to you, right?"

"Thank you." With mixed feelings and a sense of loss, I took the photograph back. Her words
had made it clear—this precious thing: take it back!

Robin smiled and said, "Can you tell me your story?"

I was pleasantly surprised and said, "Would you like to hear it?"

"Yes!" She smiled warmly.

So I smiled happily, like a big child. At least she was interested in my past
...

I gently stroked the beautiful face in the photo and began to tell my story: "You know, right? My last name is
Nicole, so my sister and I both have the last name Nicole."

"Yes!" She nodded.

"My sister and I were born on a rather famous island in the South China Sea, an island called 'Pearls,'
the Island of Police. The island has the most formal police academy, and our hometown has always been involved in
the industry of training and renting out police officers—what we call 'police trade.'"

"An island of police and police trade? I did read a bit about that when I traveled in the South China Sea
. It's said that the island later expanded considerably thanks to this lucrative trade.
But because of the speed of expansion, it even got into disputes with neighboring islands." Robin said with a look of reminiscence.

"Yes, there was indeed a conflict, and a pretty big one at that. In the end, we occupied the island and
brought it under the control of Pilis. And because of that huge conflict, our parents, as members
of the elite police force on the island, died in the chaos. From then on, only my
sister and I were left, living alone."

"I saw your sister in the photo seems to be wearing a police uniform. Did she become a police officer later?" I looked up, deeply moved. Because she was cleverly changing the subject, pulling me away

from the painful memories of my parents' deaths . 　　She smiled gently at me, full of encouragement. 　　So I continued, "That's true. My sister is a very upright and somewhat impulsive person. Although she's a bit rash in character, she's actually very kind at heart. After that conflict, she, who's 10 years older than me, naturally took on the heavy responsibility of our Nicole family. We've always had a good relationship, especially after our parents passed away, my sister's care for me increased even more. I guess she didn't want me, her only relative in this world, to suffer any injustice !" 　　Robin said with some surprise, "I understand being upright, but I don't understand being impulsive and rash. I always thought your sister looked like me, so her personality should be similar too!" 　　I blushed and said, "Well... in terms of personality, I really can't compare to you." 　　"So you think my personality is better than hers?" she asked, getting to the point. 　　"Yes... yes." I smiled shyly, but answered honestly. 　　"Thank you so much for the compliment! And then?" 　　"My sister has always aspired to be a police officer, a great officer who upholds justice and punishes evil. This ideal became even stronger after my parents passed away. Because I vaguely heard her say that the murderer who killed our parents was a local. She became a police officer to bring this killer, who was hiding among the masses, to justice . The police academy in Pilis has a very clear rule: you only need to be 15 years old to apply . So, as soon as my sister turned 15, she couldn't wait to apply." 　　"And then, she became one, right?" 　　I smiled bitterly. "No, she applied for five years in a row, and failed to get into the police academy every year. In Pilis , you can't become a regular police officer without passing the police academy entrance exam and graduating from it ." 　　"Five years? Five years in a row?" Why? She asked curiously. 　　"The police academy entrance exam actually only has two subjects: combat and written tests. My sister was physically strong from a young age and trained under my father, who was very skilled in combat, so those were easy for her . The key was the written test..." 　　"Was the written test difficult?" 　　"Not at all. Even I, at only 13 years old, could do it. But my sister, in this area, seemed to be completely... illiterate. Questions that others understood on the first try, she couldn't grasp even after countless attempts . Plus, her pride prevented her from accepting help, and so it dragged on for five years." 　　Robin winked at me and said, "Well! Looks like I'm better than your sister in this area!"

I smiled, tacitly acknowledging the truth.

"Whose police uniform is your sister wearing in the photo?"

"My mom's. Because she hadn't yet worn her own police uniform, she often wore Mom's
to console herself after each failed exam. Every time she wore it, she regained her boundless energy
and confidence."

"Not discouraged, not giving up, not afraid! That's a great character trait!" Robin praised at the opportune moment.

"Thank you."

I continued, "And so, five years passed. I was 15 then, and my sister was
25. To celebrate my 15th birthday, she prepared a lavish feast. There was cake,
ham, a big fish, fine wine... so much..."

"I wanted to eat it early, but my sister gently patted my hand and said to go take a bath first. So we
went to bathe together, and my sister carefully wiped my body, hoping to cleanse me of all the filth
so that I could welcome my 15th birthday clean..." I kept talking,
until the warm scene in my mind faded from my words.

"A 15th birthday? You're 15, and your sister still bathes with you. No wonder you were
so open and generous when you applied medicine to me." Robin interrupted me, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed
, a playful look on her face.

"I...I..." My face flushed instantly, and only then did I realize what I had said.

This isn't my fault, because at that moment, I subconsciously considered Robin my closest
person. So, as we talked, especially about heartwarming things, I couldn't help but spill all my secrets.

"Oh dear, it seems your sister's feelings for you can't just be called care anymore, right? I think—
bathing together, did it start after your parents passed away when you were 10? And maybe, not only bathing together
, but sleeping together was every night too?"

"Sis...she said it was a sign of love!"

"Hmm! What a wonderful sister!"

"..."

Robin looked at my embarrassed face and giggled, "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, continue!"

Continue? "Go on, and then..."

My expression instantly darkened: "That night was supposed to be a beautiful night. But because of a
dark figure outside the window, all our beauty was ruined. That dark figure deliberately lured my sister out.
My sister picked up a gun, told me to stay home, and ran out. But worried about my sister, I didn't listen
and secretly followed behind. The two of them engaged in a fierce fight. My sister, who was always invincible, was
knocked to the ground by that dark figure. I noticed that the dark figure was asking my sister for something, but after she refused,
he suddenly picked up a gun. I quickly rushed out and threw myself on top of my sister. But my strong sister pushed me
behind her, then stood up, opened her arms, and I heard a gunshot..."

Tears streamed down my face as I spoke: "My sister fell to the ground, and the neighbors nearby, hearing the gunshot
, rushed over and killed the dark figure who had tried to kill me. I survived, but my sister died."

My hand, which had been buried in the blanket, suddenly felt warm and smooth.

Robin held my hand tightly, then reached out her fingertips to wipe away my tears. That care and
warmth slowly soothed the sorrow in my heart.

I paused, looking at her tenderly through my tears.

"And then? Wasn't Pelis in the South China Sea? How did you get here?" She stroked my head and
smiled slightly.

I held her hand tightly, as if it were the only thing keeping me going.

"After my sister died, I decided to follow her will, so I applied to the police academy."

"Oh? You passed the written exam too?" she teased.

"Of course, I passed that when I was 13!" I was taken aback, then smiled. I felt
much better.

"I passed both subjects with good grades. After a year of training, I became a regular
police officer at the age of 16. But when I was 17, I offended
the son of the police academy principal by saving an innocent girl in the street. I was summoned to the principal's office, where the principal demanded that I hand over something. If I
did, not only would his son apologize to me in person, but I would also be promoted. Of course, I refused
, and in a fit of anger, he threw me into this freezing world."

Robin said, "That thing is the secret formula for your magical ointment, isn't it?"

I She laughed, "You really can't hide anything from me."

She chuckled and continued, "If my deduction is correct,
the deaths of your parents during that conflict over the neighboring islands, the death of your sister on your 15th birthday, and your transfer from Pilis to the Land of Laborers—all of these
were because your family's ancestral miraculous ointment was involved, right? But I'm quite curious,
why didn't that headmaster coerce you? After all, he did so many things, wasn't it all for that secret formula?
But the result was—he actually 'rented' you here directly—it's unbelievable!"

I shook my head with a wry smile. Because Robin was too clever, her wisdom was truly demonic—she really
explained everything to me, bit by bit.

"Because I was already a police officer at that time. In Pilis, a police officer holds an extremely prestigious position
. Even the high-ranking principal of the police academy cannot resort to irrational or
irregular methods against a regular police officer. That's why I was able to rebuke his son in the street and directly refuse his
request. If he had actually attacked me in front of everyone, he would probably have been 'invited' out of Pilis by the enraged residents
. Of course, my parents' deaths were an accident; after all, it's a conflict between neighboring islands, and anything can happen.
It's just a pity about my sister..."

"Actually, I'm more curious about what heinous things you did in the Land of Laborers that made
your accomplices seem quite dissatisfied with you. All those old and new wounds on your body are thanks to them, are
n't they?" With her quick wit, she immediately diverted the sorrow from my face.

I nodded and said, "The Land of Laborers, or rather, the Land of Laborers, is more like
a hell for slaves. Here, as you probably know, the relationship between slaves and guards is unequal. Facing the lower-ranking slaves,
the guards can oppress, beat, and abuse their privileges at will. They are above
all else here; they are gods! Having graduated from a proper police academy, I naturally disdain such behavior. My sense
of justice leads me to feel immense sympathy for the slaves, which is why they began to ostracize me…" "

From then on, I became another victim of oppression. The only advantage I had over the slaves was that I at least
had bread to eat and a reasonably warm room to live in. I was too small and thin;
I couldn't endure such abuse for long. During my year until I turned 18, I endured beatings while
treating myself with ointments, and I managed to get through it. Until…"

My face inexplicably flushed, and I didn't finish.

Robin sighed, "Until I appeared, a woman who looks exactly like your sister appeared.
To accommodate me and allow me to survive the torture, you used all that ointment on me
. You had none left, so your body deteriorated over the past month of oppression. Even last night, when
you were seriously injured, you still couldn't bear to use it. Brad, why were you so foolish?"

"I... why did I do that? Don't you know?" I sighed.

"Nicole Robin, I love you! Will you be my sister?" I gripped her hand tightly, my
face sincere.

She didn't speak, just looked at me quietly. We stared at each other intently, neither willing to back down.

Suddenly, a flicker of pain and evasion flashed in her eyes, and she sighed, "Brad, I'm sorry! I
can't say yes!"

"Why... why?!" I gritted my teeth, sitting up in shock. Even though the
burning pain persisted throughout my body,

Robin smiled warmly. "Because I have no more time. I don't have much time left
here. I've already made arrangements with them to use their ship to reach the Sabaody Archipelago. I need to find my
companions; it's both a promise I made to them and a way to fulfill my dream. So I must continue
my voyage. I'm sorry, Brad, I'm so sorry. But don't worry, I've entrusted you to them.
Trust me, their place will be a good place..."

My mind went blank. I slowly closed my eyes, tears
streaming down my face. I helplessly released her warm hand and collapsed onto the bed.
Did I need to hear what Robin said next?

At that moment, I was indifferent, or perhaps a little hopeless.

Robin said nothing more, only gently adjusting the blanket for me. Her beautiful eyes were undergoing a fierce
and complex interplay of emotions.

Finally, she sighed softly and looked out at the snowy landscape. She involuntarily shrank her neck, feeling even colder.

"Robin…" I suddenly opened my eyes and called out in a hoarse voice.

"Hmm?" Robin seemed surprised that I had suddenly called him, turning back with a somewhat astonished expression.

But, Robin… Robin? Her delicate brows furrowed slightly; for some reason, she felt that those two words
sounded strange, empty. This was the first time she had felt this way when someone called her name
.

I smiled: "May I touch your body again?"

Did you smile? Not a shy smile, not a sincere smile, not a smile of emotion or love
…

"Do you really want to?" Robin sighed.

I answered frankly, "Yes, of course I want to, is that alright?"

She smiled slightly, "You've been touching me for a month already, what's wrong with that? But is that all?
Do you have any other requests?"

I shook my head, "No."

But in my heart, I thought faintly, "This is the last time. After this, no matter what, I
should go find my sister!"

"I feel so confused, like something's about to happen!" Robin sighed inwardly.

"Then let me help you up, okay?" She smiled, suppressing the strange feeling in her heart.

"Okay!"

Robin gently helped me up. She thoughtfully placed a few pillows behind me to make
me more comfortable.

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me, and I looked at her. However, her gaze was more complex, while mine
was more indifferent.

"Sigh..." she sighed. Then she began to undress. She gripped the zipper at her collarbone
and slowly pulled it down, her movements so elegant and casual. She zipped it all the way to that mysterious
triangle, stopped, and then, with a gentle flick of her shoulder, let her coat slide gracefully down her upper body
. Her skin was so smooth; as if silently, the coat fell quietly, finally
hanging softly at her waist. Her beautiful, sexy upper body was revealed.

My seemingly frozen heart suddenly began to melt. My gaze, previously filled with indifference, was now broken
free of earth, filled with shock and passion.

Underneath her coat, she wasn't wearing anything!

"Thump! Thump!" Why? Why? I've seen it so many times, my heart was already
in despair! Why is it beating again? And beating faster and faster?

With a gaze that suppressed the flutter in my heart, I slowly began to stare at Robin's beautiful, mature
body. Her neck was so beautiful—long, graceful, and with gentle curves
, as elegant as a swan singing to the heavens. Her delicate collarbones, like two long, quietly resting dried fruits, were white, smooth, and had
an alluring sheen; how I longed to gently take a bite! Her slender waist, a perfect hourglass shape,
was wide at the top and bottom and narrow in the middle, especially the thinnest part, which seemed as if it would break with a gust of wind. Yet, this delicate
waist supported her incredibly full bust. Robin's breasts were extremely full and large; at this moment, she was sitting...
Her breasts were incredibly firm and majestic, like two perfect hemispheres. Because they were so full,
the lingering tremor from the moment her coat slipped down hadn't completely disappeared; they swayed as if they might fall at any moment
. The areolas were also exquisitely beautiful, pinkish-red, with even the glistening
, protruding granules visible. The cold air made her nipples tremble, but even the trembling nipples were adorable,
beautiful, and ripe, like grapes, radiating a lustrous, translucent beauty, like cherries, exuding a playful, reddish charm. Her smooth
abdomen was flat all the way down, without a trace of excess fat or greasy flab. Its curves
were natural, a masterpiece of nature. After reaching her beautifully concave navel, it suddenly contracted, forming an
inverted triangle, becoming more mysterious and alluring the further down one went.

"Go and capture it! Is that how I feel right now?" I opened my mouth slightly and exhaled
a breath of stale air. My breathing gradually became heavier, and I slowly reached out my hand.

I first gently pressed it against her most beautiful and prominent breast, feeling an indescribable softness and
smoothness. This feeling was nothing like the bland feeling I had when applying medicine to her, a
feeling of amazement but little impulse.

Breasts are a very sensitive area on a woman's body, and even someone as psychologically mature as Robin couldn't escape this.
The moment I touched her breast, my palm felt a trembling sensation as it tightened back.
She, who was always fearless during interrogations, was also afraid of this.

I began to loosen the movement of my palm and ten fingers, awkwardly but earnestly
kneading those full, beautiful breasts. Because they had been exposed to the cold air, her breasts were covered
in bumps when I first touched them. But as my hot hands massaged and kneaded, I felt her breasts quickly
come alive again, the rich, heavy, and supple sensation pattering against my palms in waves. My nose was
filled with the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, growing stronger with the trembling, warming breasts in my hands.

I looked up and saw Robin quietly watching me, her beautiful eyes radiating love, tenderness
, and warmth. A blush was spreading across her cheeks, her shy yet alluring
beauty so powerful that I was mesmerized, my heart burning with desire, and even my own erection
was ignited, gradually awakening and rising.

"Robin!" I suddenly called out, reaching out to grab her slender, sexy waist.
Robin didn't resist; her body slumped softly against my chest.

I instantly felt a strong, soft pressure, full and thick, making it almost impossible to breathe
. I knew it was the indescribable impact of Robin's full breasts. Suddenly,
I felt somewhat intoxicated. Even the pain from the impact wasn't so bad.

My injured left hand felt normal; the lingering pain from the gunshot wound seemed to have disappeared. My left hand
roamed along her smooth back, exploring every inch, including her pert, sexy collarbones, her
beautiful, deep spine, and the dimples at her waist that resembled two small mouths. My left hand covered
everything on her back, and greedily, I continued exploring, slipping inside the thick coat hanging at her waist. Through
her warm black tight pants, I also began to torment her plump, firm buttocks.

My forehead was pressed against Robin's, our breaths mingling, and
our hot breaths sprayed onto each other's faces. Our faces were completely flushed
; my eyes were burning, while hers were watery.

I gasped, my gaze fixed on her slightly closed, sensual lips.

"I want to kiss her here!" the thought suddenly popped into my head.

Then, desire and passion took over, and I slowly moved my lips closer. She didn't stop me, only
sighed softly and closed her beautiful, captivating eyes.

"Miss Robin, what you needed has been found and will be delivered within a minute." The carriage
door knocked.

Robin pushed me away, her face flushed, and stood up. She pulled her coat back up,
concealing her beautiful, sensual upper body once more.

"Okay, coming right away," she replied softly. Her tone was so calm, devoid of
the shyness she had shown earlier when she was moved.

"Wait for me, Brad," she smiled slightly at me.

I was panting and didn't want to speak, but I nodded in response.

"Don't do anything, just wait for me!" she said, a little worried.

I gave a soft "Mmm."

Robin sighed, opened the carriage door, gave me a long look, then closed it and left.

As her clear, melodious footsteps faded away, I reluctantly closed my eyes, picking up a
sharp object—a small, rusty piece of metal. I held it high, pointing it towards my heart.

Wait a minute? No, I can't wait any longer! I can't wait any longer!

After that caress, my last wish was fulfilled. You told me to wait a minute because you were aware of
what I might do, right? Your "wait a minute" meant that even if I waited, I could still
caress your body like that, right?

Although I also harbored some longing and anticipation, for me, in that fleeting moment, my feelings had already
changed. Before you pushed me away, that was my last wish. But after you pushed me away, no matter
how much you pleaded with me to stay, it was only out of pity—because I couldn't stop you from leaving
.

Robin, I don't need your pity.

Because my love for you isn't pity. It's the kind of attachment like a sister and the burning love like a lover.

Robin, I love you! I've realized I can't leave you anymore. And because I love you, I've decided to support
all your ideas.

Go find your companions! Go fulfill your dreams!

Let me bury myself here, unable to bear watching you leave in pain! Bury myself with your love
!

Goodbye, Nico Robin! Goodbye, my sister! Goodbye, my love…

I'm sorry, I can't apply the medicine to you anymore…

I quietly closed my eyes, then suddenly gripped the small metal piece and forcefully stabbed it down towards my heart.

A faint floral fragrance wafted by, and suddenly a slender hand emerged from my right wrist. There was a "snap,"
and then the small metal piece fell onto the blanket.

Then my body suddenly felt light, and as I sat up, I was tightly
embraced by a warm, fragrant body.

Looking at the black hair fluttering in my vision, I knew—she had returned.

I remained unmoved, my gaze sweeping over the small metal piece lying to the side, and my hand slowly crawled towards it.

"Little brother!" A warm voice called in my ear, and then my body stopped, and my hand froze.

"Thump, thump," that was the sound of my heart beating, the sound of my life awakening.

"What...what did you just say?" I stammered.

"Little brother! Nicole Brad, my little brother!" Robin cradled my head, her face full of affection.

I cried.

Tears streamed down my face like a torrent. But not from sadness, nor from despair. Instead, it was warmth,
tenderness, emotion, and an indelible happiness.

"Sister!" I began to call out.

"Yes! Sister's here," she smiled.

"Sister!"

"Yes!"

"Sister!"

"..."

Robin didn't respond, perhaps she wanted to but couldn't. Because my lips were tightly kissing hers
.

I was completing the kiss I hadn't finished earlier. But it wasn't a desire to die, but
an impulse brought on by joy.

This was my first kiss, and judging by Robin's naive reaction, it should also be her first kiss. As
fledglings, we initially clung tightly to each other. But as I, the man,
gently touched her full breasts, causing her cherry lips to open, my tongue and saliva
poured in the instant she opened her mouth.

Our tongues intertwined, our saliva mingled. Inside each other's mouths, we continued
our passionate embrace, expressing our love and tenderness.

The kiss lasted a long, long time.

Only when we were both exhausted did we slowly release each other.

Finally, she gently placed me in her arms, tenderly stroking my hair and handsome
face. I had initially resisted with a masculine air, but she conquered me with a simple "good little brother.

" "Sister, why did you agree again?" I asked, like a child, kneading her breasts through her coat
, voicing my deepest question.

"Because of this," Robin smiled, pulling out a stack of newspapers.

She flipped to one of the newspapers, making this page, over twenty days old, jump into my view.

"Monkey D. Luffy of the Worst Generation wreaks havoc at Marine Headquarters again?" I stared blankly at the large headline
, then my gaze shifted to a
huge photograph of a young man in a red vest, holding a straw hat, head bowed, looking mournful.

"Is this your captain?"

"Yes!"

"But... I didn't see any information in it!"

"3D2Y!"

"Huh?"

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