Smooth Sailing Chapter 15: Frauce 2 (Patreon)

Chapter 15: Frauce 2

“You sure this will work?” I asked Buggy.

This wasn’t the first time, either, since we’d departed from Peach Island, and the red-nosed pirate captain rolled his eyes at me. Since he was just a floating head at the moment, his reaction was very obvious.

“Yes, Alvida, I am sure,” he grunted, annoyed at my constant badgering.

“It’s just… you’re a wanted man, and your crew is infamous in the East Blue,” I pointed out. “How does this plan even work?”

The plan in question was to take down Buggy’s Jolly Roger from the Big Top and then pretend to be a legitimate traveling circus. It was so stupid, so simple, I just could not believe it would work!

Buggy, however, disagreed. “We’ve done this before, you know! As long as I wear a mask and wig, nobody notices me.”

“Still, it seems really risky to do this,” I worried.

“I raid small islands and towns and lone merchantman vessels. I’m not stupid enough to pull off my usual tricks in a larger kingdom like this one,” Buggy replied. “Besides, my crew does have the skills and training to pass off as circus performers.”

I grunted, but was still unsure about the plan. I know he felt confident it would work, and he claimed to have done it before, but I just found it hard to believe!

“Whatever,” I huffed in defeat. “If this goes wrong I get to say ‘I told you so!’”

“Ugh, you sound so annoying right now,” Buggy groaned, rubbing his temples. “Look, trust me. I’ve got this handled. And if it doesn’t, then you have to take part in one of my shows!”

“What? Are you gonna saw me in half?” I joked.

“Nah, I already got that trick covered,” the pirate claimed. “No, I was thinking more along the lines of being the knife thrower’s assistant.”

“Fine, it’s a bet!” I declared. He just snickered and acted like he’d already won, before floating his severed head back to his body.

The island of Frauce was visible in the distance, but so were the Man-o-Wars patrolling it, keeping anything – and anyone – suspicious at bay.

The Big Top had already been given its disguise at this point, the Jolly Roger and pirate themed sails taken down and replaced with new ones. I could admit that the ship did seem different enough that if you didn’t know the truth, it’d be hard to tell. Even so, the figurehead was still the same, and so were a few odds and ends that couldn’t be so easily swapped out.

‘Hopefully, if a fight does break out, the Lovey Dovey will be too small a target to bother with,’ I thought to myself as one of the large ships broke off and sailed towards Buggy’s ship.

The Big Top was slightly bigger than the Fraucian warship, but since the cannons were tucked away, it looked rather harmless.

“Ahoy, there!” a voice called out from the Big Top, and I had to do a doubletake at the sight of Buggy.

The clown had donned a curly brown wig and put on a domino mask that had covered up the crossed bones tattoo on his face, and I could only assume he’d removed his big red nose at some point because he now had a long, aquiline fake in its place.

Add in a red ringmaster’s coat with gold buttons and similarly colored top hat, and Buggy the Clown was completely gone, replaced by somebody completely different.

Seeing this ‘totally-not-a-pirate’ fellow standing on the deck, the captain of the Man-o-War greeted him with a smile and laugh.

“Ah! Monsieur Donnavan! It has been some time since we have seen you around!”

“Indeed it has, Captain Jacque!” Buggy replied, giving a flourishing bow. “My men have performed on many an island since, but Frauce remains the kingdom with the best crowds – and the most generous!”

The commander of the Man-o-War laughed, before waving a hand. “On you go, ringmaster! I shall be looking forward to your latest performances!”

“Of course! I shall set aside some tickets just for you!” Buggy replied.

And with that, the Big Top continued to sail on, the Frauce warship letting them pass without incident.

“It worked?” I muttered in disbelief.

“Told you it would,” Buggy said, and maturely stuck his tongue out at me.

I rolled my eyes at his antics, but let him have his victory. Of course, it meant I had to get strapped to a spinning wheel later and have knives thrown at me, but I wasn’t concerned about that. The blades would just Slide off of me if the knife thrower failed to perform the trick properly.

“Ready to join the circus?” Buggy asked, smirking down at me as we docked at Frauce.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll keep my promise,” I assured Buggy before turning my attention to the city we’d arrived at.

The capitol of Frauce was called Payree, and was nicknamed ‘The City of Beauty.’ I could see why. Even the dockside buildings, typically the most weathered and cheapest buildings, were built with elegant white and yellow wood and stone. Although they looked fragile, I doubted they were, as warehouses and dockside structures needed to be sturdy.

Beyond the docks, elegant buildings of granite and marble could be seen rising high on the island, many possessing decorations of gold, silver, and brass, and were kept scrupulously clean. And in the distance, metal scaffolding rose like a skeleton as something similar to the Eiffel Tower was getting built.

“Reminds me of Goa,” I muttered under my breathe, recalling what I’d seen of the infamous kingdom’s High Town, where the nobles all lived. Odds were it was even more impressive in real life.

“Not too far off there, captain,” Eliza said. “Jodie and I visited Payree once before, and while it’s definitely a beautiful city, they don’t allow the poor or the ugly into the main parts. Most visitors only ever see the sanitized ‘tourist’ side of the place. Travel beyond the main areas and you’ll see serious, abject poverty.”

“I’ve heard that the closer you get to the island center, the worse it gets,” Jodie piped up. “Trash piles up there, the homeless are forced to live amongst the garbage, and all of the islands dirtiest jobs are outsourced to the poorest folk.”

“Wonderful,” I sighed. What was it with nobles deciding they had to create a ‘perfect’ city by shoving the poor and dirty out of sight?

“Alright, everyone,” I said, turning to my crew. “Not sure how long we’ll be here, so there’s a couple tasks we’ve got to do before we can have any shore leave. First off is pawning the treasure we’ve still got for cold, hard cash. I’ll be handling that with Hep and… let’s go with Eliza.”

“Aye-aye, captain!” Hep said, and Eliza nodded.

“Pep, Pop, get food. Jodie? Grab hygiene supplies and whatever you need to keep the trees alive. Medaka? Guard the ship until we get back.”

“Yes, Alvida!” they all replied as one.

“Great! Here you go,” I said, handing out the shopping money to them. Pep and Pop got half a million for the food and water budget, and Jodie got half that.

Then, Hep got to carry the treasure chest while Eliza and I had the dubious honor of trying to find the local gold exchange.

Stepping off the boat, I enjoyed the feeling of solid ground beneath my feet once more, before striding confidently through the dockyard towards the better areas of town, Eliza and Hep trailing behind.

Admiring the buildings as I walked around the streets of Payree, I saw that the people walking around were all very beautiful. Not a single overweight individual in sight, and they wore designer clothes from Nagagutsu Kingdom. Definitely the epitome of snooty.

Noses were turned up at me and my entourage as we walked through streets despite Eliza and myself wearing fashionable clothes from Nagagutsu. Really, it was clear that the only reason people would come here was the wine. It certainly wasn’t the people!

‘Now I see why Alvida never bothered to come here,’ I thought. Aloud, I asked, “Hey, Eliza, where would you go if you wanted to exchange gold for cash?”

“Uh, the bank?” she replied, and I resisted the urge to facepalm.

“Can’t really do that right now. Most banks don’t like pirates. And without any sort of legal ID, that won’t work anyways,” I replied.

“I mean, I still have my Nagagutsu Kingdom ID, and both Frauce and Nagagutsu are World Government affiliates,” she pointed out.

“That… is a good point,” I muttered. “We’ll call it Plan B if we can’t find the back-alley pawnshops.”

“What about that place?” Hep suddenly spoke up, pointing to a building that had a familiar series of eight gold rings on the front door.

“Draupnir again, huh?” I hummed, recognizing the gold ring symbol on the door.

I was a bit surprised to see a branch of the company based in a building out in the open, but I supposed even loan sharks like the brokerage group could find suckers here in Payree, where social status demanded plenty of cash to keep up with the latest trends.

Deciding to use their services again rather than bother with trying to visit Payree’s bank, we headed over to it. Unlike in Nagagutsu, where the door was as heavy as a blast door, this one wasn’t and we got inside without having to give any passwords, either.

“Welcome!” a perky blonde woman behind a bank teller’s counter said with a wide smile said. “How may Draupnir Brokerage help you today?”

Her expression didn’t waver even when Hep placed the treasure chest on the counter and opened it, revealing a number of pieces of jewelry, taken from Ganzack’s hoard as well as from Kumate Island.

“Do you wish to convert this into beri?” she inquired.

“If you would,” I confirm. “Cash, not credit.”

The blonde bobbed her head and began to examine the items, weighing them, checking if the precious metals and stones were real, and then judging the quality of the jewelry itself. Some of it was old, and thus either worth more because of it, or less due to it being ‘out of fashion’ according to Fraucian standards.

When she was done, she informed us that she could pay eight million beris for the gold, jewels, and assorted trinkets we’d brought in. I considered that a win, as there was much less treasure here than when we’d gone to Draupnir’s branch in Nagagutsu. Easily only as much as a fifth.

There wasn’t much else to do in Payree once we got paid in cold, hard cash, and so we headed back to the docks where Medaka was no doubt waiting, probably bored out of her mind.

However, when we did reach the pier where the Lovey Dovey had been anchored, we found that things had changed considerably.

In the time we’d been gone, the Big Top had transformed a large section of the docks into a carnival, with stalls and tents rising up like mushrooms after some rain. It was very impressive, and the Buggy Pirates… well, they hadn’t really changed that much. Their usual outfits fit in with a circus.

At the center of the carnival, a big white and red striped tent had been draped over the deck of the pirate ship, allowing the masts and rigging to be used for the acrobats while seating could be set up below along the sailings.

“Ah, there you are!” somebody called out. “The Ringmaster is calling for ya!”

They were a handsome curly haired blond with a lion tamer’s outfit, and after I squinted at him, realized it was Mohji! Why did he wear a furry suit if he had such luxurious hair?

“Got it, I’ll go see him,” I assured the beast master. “Where is he?”

“Main tent,” Mohji replied, and I nodded.

“Head back to the ship, guys,” I told Eliza and Hep.

“Sure, captain,” Eliza said. “Uh, and can Jodie and I have the evening off?”

“Date night?” I guessed, and she nodded.

“Go ahead. Not like any of you were roped into participating into Buggy’s – sorry, Ringmaster Donavan’s – circus act,” I told her, and the seamstress grinned and ran off to get ready for the story.

Waving Hep back to the ship to put away the money, I went off to find the disguised clown. As Mohji had said, he was in the Big Top’s big tent, directing his crew to set up the different shows that would be put on in the evening.

“Ah! There you are!” he said when he spotted me. “Good, good.”

“Yup, I’m here. What’s up?” I asked, cocking my head at him.

“Here, this is gonna be your dress for the evening,” Buggy said, holding up a slinky and shimmery red and white striped strapless one-piece dress.

“Wow,” I muttered. “Doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”

I then shrugged and grabbed it. “Alright, when am I on?”

“The shows in the main tent start at four and go until eight in the evening. The knife throwing act is held at seven, near the end. Be dressed by six,” Buggy said, passing the outfit over to me.

“Gotcha,” I said. “Will this be an everyday thing?”

“Yes. There’ll be one knife throwing act every night at seven,” he confirmed. “We’ll be sticking around in Frauce until the first of February. So, three days of this.”

“Not the worst bet I’ve ever honored,” I said, thinking about the time I’d had to eat a whole raw egg, shell and all. That’d been a very unpleasant college party.

“Great! Now I have to go yell at some idiots,” Buggy said, before stomping over to a couple of crew who were trying – and failing – to hang some banners. “No, no, no! The checkerboard pattern goes over there! We use diamond patterns at the entrance!”

Leaving him to his bizarre clown feng shui, I wandered off and decided to enjoy the carnival attractions. It’d been a long time since I’d had the chance.

And so I wandered about the transformed docks, mingling with the Fraucians and foreigners who came over to check things out. I ate greasy and fried food, won a very cheap toy from a strength tester game and from a round of darts, ate more circus food, and watched as the Buggy Pirates managed to fool everyone.

Finally, it started to get dark, and as people migrated to the big tent to watch the different shows, I made my way back to it as well, slipping into the back area where the others were preparing for the various acts.

“Oof, this is tighter than it looked,” I grunted as I squeezed into the outfit. I had to wonder who usual wore this, because I was practically spilling out of the dress.

Once I was properly dressed, I decided to sneak a peak and see what event was going on before me. A glance past the tent flap revealed it to be a stage magic routine. To my surprise, it was Cabaji who was dressed up like a stage magician, not Buggy.

I could barely contain my amusement when I saw Buggy stride out on stage in drag, a blonde wig on his head. To my surprise, he made a very convincing woman with his makeup and fake boobs stuffed into a dress. Better than Bon Clay, at least. From a distance and in poor light, nobody could tell Buggy wasn’t actually a woman. It helped that he’d shaved his legs, too.

‘Or maybe he Chopped off his body hair instead of bothering with shaving?’ I wondered idly.

Regardless of how Buggy had done it, the audience seemed to enjoy the show, the stands being packed with plenty of onlookers who wanted to watch somebody pretend to cut a woman in half or stab a lady-filled box.

However, when Cabaji demonstrated the sharpness of his sword by cutting a watermelon in half, thus proving it was a real weapon and not a fake, and then used it to cut the box Buggy was in, I understood what the plan was.

‘Ah, I see,’ I thought, realizing what was going on.

Buggy could use his Devil Fruit to avoid being cut, and so when he was ‘sawed in half’ or had swords stabbed into the box he was in, he wouldn’t suffer any damage. The audience would be impressed by the acts, never realizing that unlike most times, they weren’t actually tricks, but a real person being sliced apart!

The whole thing was clever, and nobody would suspect the stage magician’s hot blonde assistant as being the infamous pirate, Buggy the Clown.

The crowd was wowed by the ‘magical’ act of cutting somebody in half, then sticking them with swords, leaving them unharmed, or putting them in a box and then switching the parts around. Nobody was suspicious about any of it.

“Well?” Buggy asked when the act was finished, walking back stage and yanking the blonde wig off.

“Alright, alright, you win,” I say, holding up my hands in surrender. “You clearly know what you’re doing.”

“Damn straight I do,” he huffed proudly. “Now help me get ready for the knife throwing act. It’s up next after Mohji and Richie are up.”

Behind Buggy through the slightly ajar tent flap I could see the lion tamer and his big pet enter the spotlight and begin to put on tricks. After watching for a bit I followed the disguised red-nosed captain to a spot where a big wheel had been set up.

“Let me guess, you strap me into that contraption and spin it, then throw knives at me?” I guessed.

“Yup. And don’t worry. I never miss,” Buggy replied as he got out of his woman’s disguise and got back into the Ringmaster getup.

“Is it because you secretly leave a piece of yourself on the knife, thus letting you guide it remotely?” I wondered, and he blinked.

“Uh, no… that’s not a bad idea, though…” Buggy murmured, before shaking his head. “I’ve been a pirate for my whole life, Alvida. I’m damned good with my weapons of choice. Been throwing knives for literal decades. I don’t miss.”

I gave him a suspicious look but just nodded, deciding to trust him. And wasn’t that an odd thought? Trusting a pirate?

‘Though in his defense, Buggy is one of the more trustworthy men on the seas. Loyal to his crew, too. He’s just kinda a salty asshole,’ I thought as I left him strap me onto the spinning wheel. It was painted in red, yellow, and white stripes, and numbers had been painted onto the edges, so it was like a giant dartboard.

“So, what’s your stage name?” Buggy asked me as he tightened the straps so I wouldn’t Slip out.

“Just call me Alice,” I said. I’d already used that name for a disguise, might as well get all the mileage I could out of it.

Half an hour later, Mohji and Richie left the stage, their animal tricks having dazzled the audience, and I was wheeled out for them to gawk at. I plastered a smile onto my face, trying to pretend the spotlight wasn’t blinding me, while Buggy showboated a bit by juggling his knives.

Once that was done, he started to toss knives at me as the audience called out numbers, and he accurately hit each spot without failing even once. Some blades came rather close, and I did my best to hold back from wincing or flinching when they landed. Did I manage it? Not as well as I’d like to admit I did.

Then, the ‘fun’ started, and Buggy slapped the wheel, starting to spin it. Faster and faster it went, and Buggy’s knives continued to come, getting tossed with impressive accuracy.

‘Thank God I don’t get motion sickness!’ I thought to myself as the speed picked up, and my vision turned into a blur of colors. ‘And that I didn’t eat before this!’

Soon, though, the knife throwing act came to an end as Buggy ran out of knives. Much to my relief.

“Wooo…” I mumbled. “Is the ride over?”

“Sure is,” Buggy whispered to me as he flicked his last four knives at me, cutting the straps binding me and keeping me strapped to the wheel.

Freed from the contraption, I managed to land on me, barely managing to avoid wobbling like a drunk thanks to Buggy’s hand reaching to my shoulder to steady me and keep me from falling over.

“…and please, give a round of applause to my lovely new assistant, Alice!” Buggy said, and the crowd cheered for me.

I did the standard smile, wave, and bow, and then after a minute or two I was able to leave the audience behind with Buggy and the wheel.

“Jeez, so many knives,” I muttered once we were backstage, my eyes tracing over the spinning wheel.

Dozens of daggers had become embedded in the wood, creating a vague outline of my body, and I nodded in appreciation.

“Surprisingly talented,” I hummed.

“Oi, I know you aren’t talking smack about me behind my back!” Buggy growled as the next act went out on stage.

“It was a compliment,” I assured him with a laugh.

After that, I then went to find a changing room to get out of the tight dress, and once freed from the constricting fabric, I put back on my far more comfortable clothes. Once done, I Slipped out of the big tent.

‘Is that Medaka?’ I thought, spotting the young red-head.

She was browsing the stalls, a giant stick of cotton candy in one hand, and what appeared to be a deep-fried hotdog.

“Ah! Captain!” Medaka gasped when she saw me.

“Don’t eat too much, or you’ll get sick,” I cautioned her. “And be sure to brush your teeth afterwards!”

“Ugh, fine,” she huffed, before taking a big bite out of her carnival food.

Seeing her eat like that made my own stomach growl, and I decided to grab some dinner now that my role in the circus was over. I grabbed a big jug of lemonade, and a bunch of Takoyaki, and finished it all off as I left the carnival and headed over to the relatively quieter dock where the Lovey Dovey was located.

I found that it was empty, not a person in sight, which annoyed me a bit. Did the three brothers just leave without anyone guarding the place?

‘Very sloppy,’ I thought with a grumble. ‘They’ll be getting all the crap chores as punishment tomorrow.’

Inside the cabin, I turned on a lantern and found a note scrawled by Hep on the table. On it, in very poor handwriting, he informed me he left Medaka in charge, but given I’d just seen her back at the circus gorging herself, I had a feeling Medaka hadn’t gotten the memo.

‘Okay, change of plans. I’m giving them all the worst jobs I can think of for them to do,’ I decided.

That done, I wandered over to my pile of scrap and spare parts and looked over some of my half-made puzzles and toys. After some thought I picked one of them out and got to work on it. It was a collection of wood, plastic and metal scrap I’d shaped into gears, pistons, and other moving parts.

All together, and it would become a toy that if you turned a crank, would make all the parts move. It didn’t do anything, but it was fun to watch it all move and it could be taken apart and put together again by even a child.

This particular toy had been one of the more popular things I’d made and sold back on Earth, and remaking it here brought me a sense of comfort. Very soothing.

As I was putting the finishing touches onto it, there was a commotion out on the deck, and I sat up, wondering if perhaps a thief was trying their luck with my ship, but it turned out to be a false alarm when the door was kicked open by Eliza and Jodie.

Both women stumbled into the cabin, kissing each other deeply and getting all hot and bothered, only for a loud cough from me to cause them to squeak and jump apart, surprised by my ‘sudden’ appearance.

“Oh, hey, captain,” Eliza said, panting a bit. “Didn’t see ya there!”

“I could tell,” I drawled. “Did you at least find Jodie’s tonsils during your little mouth spelunking expedition?”

“Sure did,” the seamstress replied with a grin while Jodie groaned and flushed red.

“Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to harsh your buzz,” I said, waving a hand apologetically at them.

“It’s fine,” Jodie said softly.

“Done with your performance onstage?” Eliza wondered.

“Yup. Did you date night go well?” I inquired.

“It was lovely! But, um, where’s Medaka?” Jodie asked, looking around and noticing the dark and empty ship.

“And the others?” Eliza added.

“Hep, Pep, and Pop took their share of the money and went into town. I think we all know where they went,” I said with a dry chuckle. “As for Medaka? Last I saw, she was trying to eat her bodyweight in cotton candy and deep-fried hotdogs.”

“Makes sense,” Eliza said, before glancing out the window where the glow from the circus could be seen.

“What are you working on?” Jodie wondered, peering down at my toy. “I’ve seen you building these before, but what do they do?”

“Just a little do-dad. A toy, nothing more. I used to make these in the past, and doing so again calms me down and reminds me of… the times before I was a pirate. But don’t let me keep you here,” I told them, trying to steer the conversation away from the moroseness seeping in. “Feel free to use the bedroom if you want.”

The two lovers shared a look, and then had a hushed little conversation between them, before walking over to me and grabbing my arms.

“Come on,” Eliza urged me, pulling me out of my seat.

“Eh?” I uttered. “What’s going on?”

“Back in Nagagutsu, we’d give each other massages to unwind after a stressful day. and after what happened on Kumate and at Clatter Town before that…” Jodie trailed off.

“We think you could also do with a massage,” Eliza finished.

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Before I could say anything they dragged me into the bedroom, and all but tossed me onto the bed.

“I managed to buy some new oils and creams while we were out in Payree today,” Jodie said happily, taking out a couple bottles from her purse. “What kind would you like, captain?”

“Um, scentless?” I requested, still somewhat overwhelmed.

“Come on, off, off, off!” Eliza ordered. “Much as I love seeing somebody wearing my clothes, they kinda get in the way of a full-body massage.”

I swallowed a bit, but did as she said. My jacket was shucked off, followed by my shorts, and then finally, my top, leaving me in my undergarments.

“Mmm, very nice,” Eliza said, eyeing me. “But I said ‘off.’ Come on, it all has to go.”

After a bit of hesitance I did so. First went the panties, then the bra. All of it fell to the floor of the bedroom where it joined the rest of my clothes.

“Damn,” Eliza whistled as she took in my body. “I thought I was curvy. And your skin looks flawless!”

“Benefits of a Devil Fruit diet,” I joked weakly.

Jodie put a hand on my arm and lowered me down so I was lying on my front. Sensing how tense I was, she patted me comfortingly on the head.

“Don’t worry, Eliza give very good sensual massages,” Jodie assured me.

“I learned from the best,” Eliza winked at her. She then took one of the lotion bottles and squirted some into her hands.

I couldn’t help but gasp as her hands touched my legs. I felt very good. Very, very good, and I relaxed a little. My Devil Fruit must have done something to my sensitivity because having my legs rubbed like this had never felt this good before!

Yet, when Eliza’s hands started to migrate up my thighs, a certain part of me started to get rather wet. Feeling my pussy (and wasn’t that an odd thing to try and get used to having?) get hot and bothered was very strange.

A hot flush of shame ran through me, and I tried to wiggle a bit, shifting slightly so my crew member turned masseuse wouldn’t notice. Sadly, it didn’t work as I’d hoped, and I felt her hands pause as Eliza’s fingers discovered the dampness.

“Captain, are you a virgin?” Eliza asked out of the blue, and I tensed up at that.

“No!” I huffed.

Though admittedly, that had been in my last life. I didn’t know anything about Alvida’s love life, and I’d prefer to keep it that way!

“No shame in it,” Eliza assured me. “Just means we have to be a little more gentle than usual.”

“You mean draw it out as possible to keep your hands all over my tight and sexy body,” Jodie teased, nudging her lover with an elbow.

“You know me so well,” Eliza chuckled.

Their antics were sickeningly sweet, and I rolled my eyes. That proved to be a mistake, as Eliza noticed and decided to retaliate by swatting my butt cheeks. I moaned at that, taken aback by how sensitive my skin was, and how good it felt.

The two of them giggled at my reaction, and I turned my head to glare at them, only for my jaw to drop upon seeing that both of them had shucked off their clothes, leaving themselves completely bare.

Eliza was completely stacked. Not nearly as big as my own breasts, but maybe just a cup smaller. She also shaved her pubic mound, leaving her pussy hairless and on full display.

Jodie was more petite than her lover, and possessing smaller breasts, but she was still extremely beautiful with tempting curves. She also had a tiny, well-trimmed bush of brown hair decorating her nether region. Jodie was also fitter than Eliza, trimmer around the waist with slightly more muscles.

“I think the captain likes what she sees,” Eliza chuckled, seeing my wide-eyed expression, and Jodie giggled behind a hand.

They then started to go at my arms and legs with careful touches, and then, moved on to my back, which felt sooo good!

After that, they flipped me over, so they could get at the front of my body. I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt their hands on my breasts, and my nipples hardened under their ministrations. Were they fondling me? I think they were fondling me! It certainly felt like they were!

“Can’t pass out just yet, captain,” Jodie said, her voice low and whispery in my ear. “You still need to pay back the favor.”

At that, I opened my eyes and noticed the brunette gardener was sinking down onto the bed next to me. Realizing that I was going to be giving her a massage next, I felt my heartbeat increase at the thought of touching such a sexy woman.

Eliza didn’t seem to mind, either, and she just passed me the bottle of lotion. “Her feet are very sensitive,” she said with a teasing grin. “Start there.”

I nodded, and did as requested, putting some of the scentless lotion into my palms and rubbing them together before gingerly reaching out and touching the soles of Jodie’s feet.

She gasped a little, toes curling, as I began to give her a foot massage, and

Giving foot rubs to women was something I knew how to do. My cousins had demanded them when I’d been a kid, and later, my girlfriends had all appreciated how well I could work my hands.

‘Helped that I had bigger fingers back in my male body,’ I thought as I pressed down with my thumbs into Jodie’s soles. ‘Though I’m much stronger as Alvida.’

Thanks to that, I was able to apply plenty of pressure to the gardener’s body, and she definitely appreciated my hard work if the tiny moans she made were any indicator.

“Damn, that looks good,” Eliza murmured. “Can’t wait for my turn.”

She then flipped Jodie over, showing off her girlfriend’s breasts, and gestured at me. “Now finish up.”

I hesitated at first. Why would Eliza be so willing to let me touch her lover’s tits? But a glance at the seamstress told me to hurry on and do it, and so I laid my hands onto her lovely chest.

‘Shit!’ I thought as my hands kneaded Jodie’s sweater meats.

They fit perfectly in my palms, and were firm yet soft. I could feel Jodie’s nipples harden in my grasp, and there was a

Pulling my hands away when I was done oiling her up took a lot more willpower than anything else I’d done so far in this world.

“Not bad,” Eliza chuckled, and I saw her flashing me a saucy grin. “My turn, now! Start with the ass.”

She lay down on her front, and as she requested, I laid my hands on her plush rump. It was soft, and I spent a couple moments just admiring them before rubbing the massage lotion over her ass, hips, and lower back while Jodie worked on her arms and shoulders.

Eventually, though, the seamstress wanted what I’d given to her girlfriend, and so she flipped over, posing a little as she showed off her body.

Knowing what she wanted, I reached out, and my fingers sank into Eliza’s breasts, almost as if they were silk pillows. I couldn’t help but squeeze and massage them in awe. They were big enough to swallow my hands entirely, and when I began to play with her nipples, she let me, lying back and enjoying it.

“Ooo, yeah,” Eliza groaned happily. “You know how to touch a woman, alright! You’re definitely not a virgin!”

I snorted at that, very amused that my groping of her was what convinced her I’d had girlfriends in the past.

{LIME ENDS HERE}

All good things come to an end eventually, though, and the massages eventually ended. We all remained on the bed afterwards though, unwilling – and somewhat unable – to get up and dress ourselves afterwards, so we simply lay there together atop the sheets.

Cuddling together after the massage was nice. Being sandwiched between them and being able to feel their naked breasts pressing against me was also very nice.

“How are you three doing?” I asked, trying to keep the tiredness out of my voice. “About what happened on Kumate Island?”

“Neither of us ever expected to have to… to kill,” Jodie admitted. “It’s not something that ever really came up, even while living in Vercase. The streets were safe, so long as you stayed away from the docks. Honestly, the only dangers were the city guards who would try to demand bribes at times.”

“And the nobles,” Eliza added, a touch of bitterness coloring her voice, and her lover nodded.

“Yes, and the nobles,” she agreed. “And I was not prepared for what we did. Even if it was self-defense.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “Perfectly natural reaction, too.”

I raised a hand and clenched it into a fist. “If we have to, I’ll take it on for you. Neither of you have to kill ever again. I do it. As captain, I’ll shoulder that burden so you don’t have to.”

Hearing that, Eliza and Jodie both share a look, and then giggled in unison and grab my arms, snuggling closer into my sides.

“Careful, captain, or we might think you’re trying to seduce us with such words,” Eliza smirked.

“Indeed,” Jodie chuckled, before yawning.

As soon as she did, I yawned too, and even though she tried to resist, Eliza couldn’t fight it for long, and joined us in yawning. Soon, we fell asleep, the massages having made us too tired to do anything else. It was nice.