One Piece: Ultimate Villain

[Detected imminent inappropriate content in the simulation.]

[Switching to Immersive Mode.]

"Immersive Mode? What is that supposed to mean?"

Marsh felt his vision fade to black. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a spacious, brightly lit room.

The room seemed to sway slightly, with the sound of waves occasionally drifting in from outside.

He glanced around at his surroundings.

The wooden room had a pleasant scent, and a navy coat hung on a nearby rack.

Aside from that, the room only had a large desk, a bed, and a tall mirror.

In the mirror, Marsh saw a young man with a height of over two meters, a healthy bronze complexion, and an air of mischievous charm, curiously examining himself.

He walked over to the desk, where the large table was stacked with paperwork.

Some of it was already signed, with the name Tsuru at the bottom.

So this is what Immersive Mode means?

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and when he opened it…

Standing in the doorway was a girl with wavy, ocean-blue hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing a purple vest and black shorts, her cheeks flushed red.

Before Marsh could react, the girl nudged him back into the room and closed the door.

"You…"

"Don't speak! I-I'm starting now!"

Wait!

'System! What's going on here? Why can't I move!'

[Immersive Mode allows the host to fully experience everything that happens but does not permit interference with events or people in the simulated world.]

Alright then…

Marsh felt himself pushed back onto the bed by the girl.

The girl's young, delicate body slowly leaned over him.

His heart began to beat faster.

"Click."

The sound of the door opening echoed through the room.

Marsh snapped his eyes open, using Geppo to instantly take a seat behind the desk before the person at the door could enter.

He also managed to push the girl under the desk.

Clearly, the only person who could enter without knocking was either Tsuru herself or someone like Marsh, whom she had watched grow up.

Sure enough, a mature woman with a commanding presence walked through the door.

Her cold expression contrasted sharply with her curvaceous figure.

"What are you doing here?"

Seeing the unexpected guest in her quarters, Tsuru was a bit surprised.

Marsh started to stand up, but then remembered his unzipped pants, so he stiffly replied, "You mentioned before that I shouldn't just focus on practicing Rokushiki but should also learn to handle daily tasks. So, I came to see how you handle paperwork."

"Really? Changed your ways, have you?" Tsuru looked him up and down as if seeing him in a new light.

"My father, as an Admiral, can change many lives with just a word. As his son, I should start growing up a bit myself."

This comment had different meanings for the two women in the room.

Tsuru nodded with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, under the desk, Ain understood it as a veiled threat.

Gritting her teeth, she reached up toward an unspeakable part of Marsh.

"Aren't you supposed to be in a meeting on Ship No. 3? Why are you back so suddenly?" 

"I forgot some documents. It's the one right in front of you. Recently, there's been a lot of pirate activity in these waters. Headquarters has ordered us to eliminate them as soon as possible."

Tsuru rubbed her temples, looking somewhat fatigued.

"Pirates?"

"That's right. You know Ain, don't you? The girl I brought aboard earlier? The pirates who killed her family are among those on our elimination list." Tsuru sighed.

Suddenly, the desk jolted as if struck by something.

"What was that?" Tsuru frowned.

"My leg cramped up a bit from practicing Geppo; I accidentally twitched." Marsh quickly explained.

"You're still training your Geppo? Your skill with it rivals your father's by now." Tsuru said with a faint smile.

Marsh may not have the best reputation in the navy recently, but Tsuru, who had watched him grow up, couldn't help but feel something more for him over time. Unmarried, she had even come to see him as a surrogate son.

"Skill comes with diligent practice." Marsh replied with mock seriousness.

"Oh?" Tsuru raised an eyebrow, seeing his expression was unusually serious, as if he weren't joking to make her laugh.

She stepped forward and patted his head.

As her hand brushed his hair, Marsh shuddered.

Because he felt a warm, gentle hand gripping an unspeakable part of him under the desk!

"What's wrong with you now?" Tsuru asked, puzzled.

"Nothing. It's just that I'm not used to having my head patted by you, Aunty." Marsh fumbled for an excuse.

"You…" Hearing Aunty from him, Tsuru paused and then laughed, shaking her head. "You're taller than me now; how can I still pat your head?"

In his mind, Marsh shouted.

'Exactly! You can't reach my head! But someone's hand is very much reaching somewhere else!'

"All right, enough joking around! Review the documents and rest early; we'll be moving into action soon."

With that, Tsuru left the room.