One Piece: Take the Uchiha Clan to the Grand Line

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Kitaro draped a tailored women's suit jacket over Momousagi's shoulders.

"Perfect. Now you look just like the boss's wife," he teased with a smirk.

Hearing this, Momousagi gave him an exasperated glare, but her heart swelled with joy. If he was the "boss," and she was the "boss's wife," didn't that mean she was truly his woman?

"Vice Admiral Akira is so handsome!"

"And Momousagi is absolutely stunning!"

The crew's cheers echoed around them.

"Alright, let's set sail. If we miss the Golden Lion's meeting, it'll be trouble," Kitaro announced.

Momousagi turned to her subordinates and instructed, "Escort these pirates to the nearest Marine branch prison. Afterward, catch up to us and wait for orders nearby."

"Vice-Admiral Gion, let us come with you!" one of the crew members pleaded.

She shook her head firmly. "The fewer people, the less conspicuous we'll be. Besides, this mission is to capture the infamous pirate Golden Lion. He's too dangerous. I can't let you take such a risk. Kitaro and I will handle this."

With that, the two leaped onto the pirate ship and set sail toward their destination.

Now alone on the ship with Momousagi, Kitaro's gaze heated as it landed on her. His intense stare was impossible to ignore.

Momousagi, catching his eyes, felt a mix of fear and anticipation. She knew exactly what he was thinking.

Unable to hold back any longer, Kitaro leaned in and kissed her deeply. Momousagi responded, wrapping her arms around his neck as the waves rocked the ship beneath them.

The ship's rhythmic sway echoed the storm of passion between them. By the time they reached their destination, the two had barely managed to compose themselves and redress.

Momousagi's cheeks glowed pink, her complexion radiant as if she'd been transformed. Her skin appeared more luminous, her beauty more striking.

This wasn't just an illusion—Momousagi had indeed become even more beautiful.

Since absorbing Muzan Kibutsuji's powers, Kitaro's blood had gained unique qualities. His "essence" was practically supernatural, granting extraordinary benefits to those close to him.

Even Boa Hancock, who was already stunning at 29, now appeared no older than 20 thanks to Kitaro. Her newfound youth had erased any insecurities about her age. The women of Amazon Lily noticed the change, marveling at their empress's enhanced beauty.

Hancock, now more confident, devoted herself to Kitaro. Even when he was stationed at Marine Headquarters, she used any means to ensure they spent nights together.

If it weren't for Kitaro's robust constitution, he might have perished under her relentless passion.

But the benefits went beyond appearance. Hancock's physical abilities had skyrocketed. Her regeneration surpassed even the Upper Moons, and her combat strength rivaled Marine Admirals.

Snapping back to the present, Momousagi shoved open a door, only for it to splinter under her strength.

"These pirate ships are so poorly made," she muttered.

Kitaro chuckled. "It's not the ship's fault. Your strength has grown."

"Don't be ridiculous," she shot back, though she turned to test his words.

Lifting an anchor—a task that normally required several men and a pulley—she found it surprisingly light.

"What... What's happening?" she asked, her wide eyes locking onto Kitaro.

"This is part of my unique constitution. Those who are intimate with me see their strength and physical capabilities increase significantly," he explained.

"Also, you might notice something else. You've become younger, haven't you? At least a year or two younger than before."

"What?!" Momousagi gasped, pulling out a compact mirror.

Sure enough, her reflection showed smoother, more radiant skin. The faint crow's feet she had meticulously monitored were gone. Her face looked fuller, softer, and unquestionably younger.

"It's true... I'm actually younger!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with disbelief.

"As I said, the benefits are real. And there's more to come—you'll discover them in time," Kitaro assured her.

Momousagi stared at him, her eyes practically sparkling as if she were looking at a treasure beyond imagination.

"Akira... I want—"

Before she could finish, Kitaro gently tapped her forehead with a finger. "Not now. We're close to our destination. You need to take it easy. You've just crossed a threshold, and moderation is important."

"But I'm already yours! Why should we hold back now?" she argued, pulling him into her arms.

Despite his protests, Momousagi carried him back into the cabin. Moments later, the ship's rocking once again matched the rhythm of their renewed passion.

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