Extra ②

"Hahaha, that's refreshing!" Shanks laughed and put his arm around Kuzan's shoulders. "I've been wanting to have a drink with you for a long time. I won't go home until we're drunk tonight."

Beckman, Jesus Bu and others also found an empty table to sit down nearby. The crew members who couldn't sit down bought some wine from the boss and brought it back to the ship to drink with the crew members who stayed behind.

The clinking of glasses made a crisp and clear sound, and the tavern became more lively.

Laqilu told a joke, which made everyone laugh so hard that they slammed their hands on the table, and even the oil lamps on the wall were shaken to the ground.

Gulishati lowered her head and chuckled, her shoulders trembling slightly, and the strands of hair fell down beside her ears, brushing against the back of Kuzan's hand, causing a tingling sensation.

Kuzan subconsciously curled his fingers but didn't move them away.

The wine glasses were empty again and again, and laughter surged up like waves.

Kuzan doesn't talk much, but occasionally he'll throw in a ridiculously cold complaint that makes everyone laugh.

There was an intoxicating feeling of tipsiness in the air.

"I have to go back first." Uta felt bored and left the tavern first.

"Wait, I'll take you back."

"I'm not a child anymore. I don't need you to send me off."

"No, not all people on this island are good."

Shanks followed him worriedly, turned around and smiled at Kuzan, "I'll be back soon, let's continue drinking."

Only Kuzan and Gulishati were left at the table in the corner.

Gulishati's sharpness was softened by the alcohol, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, her fierce aura faded, and her pupils were covered with a layer of mist.

Kuzan's Adam's apple moved, and a hint of imperceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but look away.

Eh? Gulishati seemed to have discovered some new world, feeling extremely interesting. She held her chin with one hand and said, "Why do you seem so scared of me? I won't eat you."

The last few words were light and soft, as if carrying a hook.

A trace of surprise flashed across Kuzan's face. He didn't know what he was thinking. He just felt a tiny flame running up along the blood vessels to the back of his ears. Even the ice and snow ability of the devil fruit could not stop it.

He drank so much tonight, his cheeks were still as cold as before, but now, a suspicious blush appeared on the tips of his ears.

"Ah! Your ears are red." Gulishati leaned over and poked Kuzan's ear with her slender fingers. "Are you drunk? Or... shy?"

"It's just..." Kuzan stepped back embarrassedly, his voice low and hoarse, "I'm a little drunk."

A pair of long legs stretched forward reflexively and accidentally kicked the chair where Gulishati was sitting.

Gulixiati was originally leaning forward, with an unstable center of gravity. When the chair was kicked, she instantly lost her balance and fell to the side.

"careful!"

When Gulishati was on the verge of falling, Kuzan's hands were faster than his brain. He stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms. His movements were flustered but also revealed a bit of tenderness.

Gulishati fell into Kuzan's arms, her cheek pressed against Kuzan's chest, her drunken breath spraying on the half-open chest.

"Hmm~ You are shy after all~" She could clearly feel her heart beating wildly under her half-open shirt.

Kuzan didn't say anything, his arms still around her waist, not daring to let go or use force, stiff and helpless.

Gulishati felt amused, so she bent her fingertips and slowly drew a circle on her wheat-colored skin.

Wherever the fingertips touched, tiny tremors spread, muscles suddenly tightened, and ripples appeared.

Kuzan's breathing was completely disordered. He lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms. A string of reason in his mind suddenly broke.

Thump, thump, thump, my heartbeat is accelerating wildly, each beat getting louder than the last.

Kuzan couldn't help but put his hand on the back of Gulishati's hand. His palm was hot and his knuckles were trembling slightly due to restraint.

......

Beckman, who was sitting at the next table, tilted his head and exhaled a thin puff of smoke. His gaze passed through the swirling smoke and fell on the two people cuddling together in the corner. His eyes deepened and a thought flashed through his mind.

"Hey," Gulishati half-lay in Kuzan's arms, raised her face slightly, her eyelashes brushed across his jaw, and lowered her voice to a very low voice, "Shall we stand up Shanks?"

"What?"

"Let's go..." Gulixiati suddenly straightened up, put her lips close to Kuzan's ear, and her hot and humid breath penetrated the eardrum word by word, "a place where there are only two people."

Hearing this, Kuzan's eyes suddenly turned dark, and the arm around her waist tightened unconsciously.

"Hmm?" Gulishati's suppressed hand moved dishonestly, sliding across his chest, her eyes behind the mist shining surprisingly brightly, "Is it okay?"

Kuzan's eyes darkened completely. He suddenly leaned over and put his forehead against hers. There was no kiss, but their breaths intertwined at a very close distance.

"I'll wait for you outside." Gulixiati smiled triumphantly, got up and slipped away.

Kuzan got up a moment later and followed.

Beckman caught a glimpse of the two figures leaving one after the other, smiled, looked up, and made a suggestion to Kuzan.

Kuzan was slightly stunned: "...I'll think about it."

Beckman chuckled, flicking off his cigarette ash, as if he had already foreseen the answer.

......

Click—the door closed.

There was only one lamp on in the room, and the dim light fell on the soft big bed, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

Kuzan felt dizzy. He didn't know if it was because of the wine or the warmth in his arms, but his heartbeat never calmed down.

Gulishati stuck to Kuzan's body, put her arms around his neck, and then slowly slid down his back.

Kuzan took a deep breath, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the palm of his hand that was holding her waist.

It's ridiculous that a user with the ability of the Ice Fruit would sweat.

Gulishati's hand fell on his shirt and moved down inch by inch...

Kuzan's face flushed, and he hastily grabbed the hand that was causing trouble, with an unexpected hint of shyness in his eyes.

Gulixia raised her eyebrows. When they first met, the man in front of her was very playful and flirtatious. But when they were alone, he unexpectedly showed some of the innocence of a grown boy.

It’s so… cute.

Kuzan's face turned even redder when he was looked at, and his voice became hoarse: "Ms. Shati, you are drunk, we should not continue..."

"I'm not drunk." Gulishati interrupted him, smiled slightly, raised her head, and her eyes fell on those sexy thick lips.

My legs are too long and I'm too tall, which seems a bit inconvenient.

But it doesn’t matter. Gulishati laughed wildly, put her hands on his shoulders, and jumped towards Kuzan.

Kuzan had not anticipated this "surprise attack" at all. He reflexively stretched out his arms and hurriedly hugged her knees.

Gulishati could feel that Kuzan's body was cold and stiff, and his breathing was disordered.

She hooked her hands around his neck, tilted her head back, and touched his lips.

Kuzan's lips were cold and soft. He had no time to react and could only let the person in front of him do whatever he wanted. His face became more and more panicked.

The kiss was gentle at first, then slowly and tentatively deepened bit by bit.

Kuzan's sanity gradually began to fail.

Her breath and softness entangled with his, robbing him of oxygen bit by bit.

Kuzan's world began to spin, all his thoughts faded away, leaving only the softness in his arms.

The heartbeat roared in my ears, and every cell in my body became extremely sensitive.

He could feel her breath and her temperature, and all of this made him lose his mind, and the hand holding her tightened unconsciously.

Gulixiati didn't relax a little until both of them were short of breath.

His usually stern face was now completely red, even the corners of his eyes were watery, and his thin lips were slightly swollen, with a moist glow.

Seeing his expression of enjoyment mixed with panic, Gulishati couldn't help but poke his chest in feigned anger.

"You're acting like I'm seducing a little boy. You're obviously having fun, aren't you?"

Kuzan's ears were red, almost dripping blood. He lowered his eyes shyly, his voice hoarse and untuned: "Ms. Shati..."

"Are you trying to say that you don't like me?" Gulishati moved closer and moved deliberately, and immediately felt his body's reaction clearly.

She smiled wickedly and put her head close to his ear: "Look, your body is very honest."

"I..." Kuzan's expression changed again and again, and the arm that was supporting her knee tightened a little.

The panic gradually subsided, and the panic in his eyes turned into a burning heat.

Kuzan rested his forehead against hers, his eyes becoming very serious: "I do... like Miss Shatti very much."

It would be unacceptable to back down at this point.

"It's rude of me to let the lady take the initiative first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kuzan lowered his head and kissed her.

This time, the touch of lips was no longer immature and passive, but carried an unstoppable heat like an avalanche.

His muscular hands slowly tightened, his knuckles slightly sunken, refusing to relax even a little.

His kiss slid from the corner of his lips to his ear, like a fire burning in a snowy night, melting the gap between them inch by inch.

As his emotions grew, Kuzan couldn't help but raise his head, a low groan escaping from his throat.

The soft bed was sunken, and the light at the head of the bed flickered into a vague warm halo.

The face, which had always been as cold as an iceberg, was now covered with layer upon layer of blush, like an iceberg reflected by the sunset, stunningly gorgeous and extremely alluring.

Drops of sweat overflowed from Kuzan's forehead, and were quickly condensed by the released cold air, turning into crystal ice beads that fell beside the two of them.

As the movements became more intense, the ice beads were shaken away again, rolled to the floor and shattered into ice chips.

The air was filled with a faint chill and hot breath, and the blended scent became increasingly strong.

......

The sky gradually brightened, and the morning light quietly slipped in through the gaps in the curtains.

Kuzan turned over and touched his side in a daze, but his hand felt empty and he opened his eyes in surprise.

The sheets that were crumpled last night still had messy folds, but half of them were empty, and even the remaining body temperature had cooled down.

Staring at the empty half of the bed, Kuzan was stunned. He ran away again?

His expression remained unchanged. He calmly stood up with his arms supported, and put on the shirt on the ground. There were still a few pink marks on his chest.

His memory went back to last night when Beckman stopped him before he left the pub.

"Kuzan, since you are alone now, would you like to consider joining our Red Hair Pirates?"

He buttoned his shirt slowly, a smile playing on his lips: "Can you still escape this time?"

......

Gulixiati looked at the sun rising higher and higher, and finally realized that something was wrong.

"Beckman, if we don't set sail now, we won't be able to reach the next island tonight."

Beckman continued to slowly polish his gun: "Wait a little longer, there's still one more person missing."

"One more person missing?" Gulishati went over all the crew members in her mind. "Everyone is here."

She was about to ask again, but Beckman suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards the dock with a half-smile: "I'm coming."

Gulixiati followed his gaze and saw a tall and thin figure coming straight towards her.

Kuzan?

Gulixiati's mind flashed back to the image of herself tiptoeing to get dressed in the early morning. Her brows twitched, and she had a bad feeling: "Are you waiting for him?"

"Yeah. He's a former admiral, very powerful. We're in luck."

"Ah, well, it's a profit." Gulixiati agreed dryly, but in her heart, there were ten thousand seagulls flapping their wings and hitting the wall.

If she had known Kuzan would become a partner, she would have held back last night!

Her iron rule is never to attack her companions!

But now, what is this? Self-destruction?

Kuzan had already jumped onto the deck and came to Beckman. His voice was still hoarse: "I accept the proposal from last night."

Beckman laughed out loud: "Great! Welcome to the Red Hair Pirates!"

“Ohhhhhhh!!!”

Cheers, whistles and applause exploded instantly.

Gulishati felt her eardrums buzzing and clapped her hands twice in confusion.

Kuzan's gaze passed over Beckman's shoulder and fell on her, his tone gentle and polite: "Ms. Shati, please give me your guidance in the future."

The morning light shone on his collarbone, and the edge of the purple kiss mark was blurred with a layer of light pink.

"You're welcome." Gulixiati quickly looked away and laughed dryly.