Pirate: I, Buggy, am the Emperor, the Emperor of the Clown King!

Chapter 50 Physical Contact: Tips for Desensitization

night.

Humming a song, Nojiko brewed tea in the small room outside the captain's cabin.

The tea used inside is from tea leaves provided by Crocus, which are said to have come from seeds collected from a southern island where Crocus grew his own tea.

Although it cannot be said to be of very good quality or top-grade tea.

But the identity of the person giving the tea is also a part of its value, isn't it?

Push open the door and enter the captain's cabin.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through a medical notebook belonging to Crocus.

For Bucky, although he may not become a professional doctor, it's always good to learn more.

Moreover, medicine is still very useful in terms of physical training.

Nochiga placed the tray on the table, poured a cup of tea, and brought it to him.

"Captain, tea."

"Um.

""

Bucky took the teacup and took a sip.

The tea was at the perfect temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, with a subtle, almost imperceptible sweetness.

Nojiko stood before him, her hands clasped in front of her, her head bowed, like a maidservant attending a monarch.

She's wearing a light purple dress today, which Nami bought for her in Loguetown.

The dress fit her perfectly, highlighting her slender waist and long legs just right.

The neckline wasn't too low, just enough to reveal part of her fair skin from the Northern Hemisphere, and the deep cleavage squeezed out in the middle.

The skirt hem falls three inches above the knee, subtly revealing the lines of the thighs as the wearer moves.

"Where's Alvida?" Bucky asked.

"Wait outside," Nojiko said. "She—is still a little nervous."

"Let her in."

Noki nodded, turned around, walked to the door, opened it, and waved to the outside.

Alvida walked very slowly, each step as if she were doing something extremely difficult.

She hasn't seen Bucky for a while since he was released.

It was during this period of quiet recuperation that her personality stabilized.

Alvida's mind was indeed not strong enough, and her willpower was quite weak, far inferior to those so-called heroes of the sea.

She dared not look up, dared not look at Bucky, dared not even look at anything in the room.

If they were those renowned pirates, even if Buggy tormented them to death, they wouldn't give up so easily.

It will probably take a very long time to completely destroy the rationality of those pirates.

As for Alvida—who is so easily subdued and manipulated, it will indeed take more effort to hone her into a fine weapon.

However, the Buggy Pirates are currently short of members and also have plenty of free time, so Buggy is available.

After all, Alvida is a Devil Fruit user and possesses superhuman strength far exceeding that of ordinary people.

As arranged by Nojiko, Alvida is wearing a black bodysuit today.

The dress was very thin and form-fitting, showing off every curve of her body without reservation.

The curves of her chest below her collarbone were full and firm, making the fabric of her bodysuit look a bit tight.

Her slender waist creates a near-perfect contrast with her shoulders and hips.

Further down are her long, slender legs, with clearly defined muscle lines, yet still retaining a feminine grace.

Alvida's skin was very fair, and it glowed faintly under the warm yellow light.

That was the smooth fruit that gave her skin—smooth, delicate, and without a single flaw.

Her long, black, curly hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few strands falling across her forehead, vaguely obscuring half of her eyes.

However, there is one discordant element that detracts from the overall aesthetic appeal.

That delicate face was now filled with fear.

Alvida's lips trembled slightly involuntarily, her eyes darted around, her fingers gripped the hem of her clothes, her breathing was shallow and rapid, and her chest heaved.

"Come here." Bucky's voice wasn't loud, it could even be described as very soft.

But Alvida's body trembled violently, as if she had been electrocuted.

She looked up at Bucky, then quickly looked down and walked towards him.

Alvida suffered severe aftereffects from being locked in a dark room for so long.

A severe psychological trauma-induced mental breakdown can be considered permanent damage that is difficult to recover from.

The reason she can be the way she is now is thanks to Nojiko's maternal care, which pieced her nearly shattered personality back together.

—No matter how it's pieced together, at least it's back together.

Nojiko stood to the side, watching Alvida's retreating figure, a smile on her lips that was hard to tell whether it was pity or helplessness, a kind of saintly compassion.

For Nojiko, although Alvida's mental state was a bit terrible, at least she wasn't dead, right?

Nojiko previously lived in Cocoyasi Village, which was brutally oppressed by Arlong and his gang for eight years.

Therefore, in Nojiko's view, as long as people are not dead or injured, a little mental stress is acceptable.

Because that's how the two sisters got through it.

In this respect, the seemingly gentle Nojiko is actually much more terrifying than Nami.

Nami had a clear goal when she lived in Cocoyasi Village.

Even if it was a false target created by the villagers of Cocoyasi Village and the Arlong Pirates.

But for Nami, there is indeed a clear direction.

But Nokiko doesn't have that.

On one hand, Nojiko had to endure the oppression of the Arlong Pirates, on the other hand, she had to watch out for the hypocrisy of the villagers of Asia Village, and at the same time, she had to worry about Nami's safety.

It is also normal for a person to have an abnormal mental state.

Alvida stopped in front of Bucky, the two of them less than a step apart.

Her heart was pounding so fast that she felt Bucky could hear her.

"Look up," Bucky said.

Alvida bit her lip and slowly raised her head.

Bucky's face appeared in front of her.

It wasn't that black and white mask, but Bucky's real face mask.

Bucky likes to wear a mask when he goes out, but he usually doesn't wear one when he's indoors.

To put it simply, his reason for wearing a mask is quite straightforward.

It's all for looking cool and stylish!

What a simple, down-to-earth reason.

The mask itself doesn't actually serve any real purpose.

Bucky's mental state is normal; he doesn't think there's anything shameful about his face.

Surely no one would think that he feels his face is something to be ashamed of just because of a red nose?

That's too fragile of a person.

Alvida's pupils contracted slightly; this was the first time she had seen Bucky's true face.

That face wasn't exactly handsome, but it certainly wasn't ugly either.

He has regular features, a well-defined face, and an indescribable charm.

The red nose on that face didn't look comical at all; instead, it possessed a unique and distinctive charm.

That is the beauty of the strong, which can be called the beauty of strength.

"Afraid of me?" Bucky asked knowingly.

Alvida's lips moved slightly, but she didn't speak.

But her eyes answered everything—fear, a deep-seated and unmaskable fear that was suffocating.

"Very good." Bucky's lips curled up slightly. "Being afraid was the right thing to do."

He raised his hand and reached towards Alvida's face.

Alvida's body froze, as if she had been nailed to the spot.

Her eyes widened, her pupils contracted sharply, and her breathing stopped for a moment.

Buggy's fingers touched her cheek—it felt really good, no wonder she's a user of the Smooth-Smooth Fruit.

Alvida could feel the fingers slowly sliding down her cheekbone, along the curve of her cheek, past the corner of her mouth, and stopping on her chin.

Then Bucky gently lifted Alvida's chin with his fingers, making her face directly in front of him.

"From today onwards, you belong to me." Bucky's voice was both stating a fact and pronouncing a fate.

"Your life is mine."

"Your body is mine."

"Your fears are mine too."

Bucky's fingers moved from her chin, slowly sliding down her neck, past her collarbone, and stopped at her chest, where her heart was beating fiercely.

"Can you feel it?" Bucky thought it was plump and soft enough, it felt really good to the touch. "This heart is beating so fast—"

Are you afraid of me?

Alvida's lips trembled, and tears welled in her eyes, but she did not cry.

Fear had seeped into his heart.

The fragmented personality fears Bucky's oppression and begins to actively adjust its structure to obey Bucky.

"Very good." Bucky withdrew his hand and leaned against the headboard. "Nojiko."

Nojiko stepped forward and stood next to Alvida.

"Come and keep her company." Bucky deduced that Alvida needed another reason to convince herself of her weakness.

Although he wanted to intimidate Alvida with fear, he didn't intend to drive her insane.

This is what rule is all about.

Those in higher positions pass on pressure to those in lower positions, and those in lower positions pass on pressure to those in even lower positions.

In this way, the suppressive force is transmitted layer by layer.

And it continues to expand its influence within the institutional structure.

Nojiko nodded and led Alvida by the hand to Buggy's bedside.

"Sit down," Bucky said, pointing to the edge of the bed.

Alvida hesitated for a moment, then slowly sat down.

The mattress sank slightly, and her body was taut with tension.

Nojiko sat down beside her, put a hand on her shoulder, and patted her gently.

"Relax," Nojiko's voice was gentle. "The captain won't hurt you."

As he spoke, Nojiko gently stroked Alvida's hand, seemingly offering her confidence.

Now it's a classic case of one playing the "good cop" and the other the "bad cop," a situation often described as "husband and wife following each other's lead."

Alvida closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

Her shoulders slumped slightly, but remained taut.

"Lie down," Bucky said.

Alvida opened her eyes, glanced at him, and then slowly lay down.

Her body sank into the soft mattress, her long, black hair spread out on the pillow like a blooming black flower.

The light shone from above onto her face and body, clearly outlining every curve under her black bodysuit.

Bucky looked at Alvida with a calm gaze, as if admiring a work of art.

Nojiko turned to the side and helped Alvida brush the hair that was falling across her face, revealing her delicate, pale face.

"Don't be afraid," Nojiko said in a soft, gentle voice. "The captain made you lie down so you could relax; you're too tense."

Alvida's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Nojiko turned her head and glanced at Bucky.

Bucky nodded slightly.

"Close your eyes." Nojiko grasped Alvida's hands with both of hers.

Alvida closed her eyes.

Noki raised her head and looked at Bucky.

Bucky got up from the bedside, walked to the other side of Alvida, and sat down.

The mattress sank a little more, and Alvida's body tilted slightly towards him.

He reached out and placed his hand on Alvida's shoulder.

Alvida's body trembled violently.

Bucky didn't move, but simply placed his hand there, his palm against her shoulder, the warmth seeping through the thin bodysuit onto her skin.

"Your muscles are too tight," Bucky said. "How long has it been since you relaxed?"

Tonight, Bucky is going to use some of the techniques he learned from training kittens before he traveled through time.

What should I do if my cat hisses?

Just breathe on it and spray it!

After a few times, the cat will develop a conditioned reflex.

"————A long time————" Alvida muttered.

"Nojiko, help her turn over." Bucky was very satisfied with this response.

Nojiko responded, took Alvida's hand, and turned her over so that she was lying face down on the bed.

Alvida cooperated well throughout the process, but she never let go of Nojiko's hand.

Alvida's face was buried in the pillow, her long, dark hair spread out on both sides, revealing the back of her neck and shoulders.

The black bodysuit clung tightly to her back, clearly outlining her spine and shoulder blades.

Bucky placed his hands on her shoulders.

Press your thumb on the muscle on the inside of your shoulder blade, applying just the right amount of pressure to feel the texture of the muscle fibers.

Then slowly push down, along the muscles on both sides of the spine, through the back, through the waist, all the way back to the waist.

Alvida's breathing changed; at first, it became rapid, shallow, and filled with fearful gasps.

As Bucky massaged her, her breathing gradually became deeper and longer, but still uneven.

Whenever Bucky's hand passed over certain sensitive spots on her body, her breath would catch in her throat, and then she would gasp even more rapidly.

"Here?" Bucky pressed his thumb against the hollow of her waist, drawing circles with just the right amount of pressure.

Lower back dimples, also known as Venus's dimples, are said to be present in only 3% of women in the world.

Alvida's body trembled violently, and a muffled sound, almost inaudible, came from her face buried in the pillow.

"Um--

99

It was a sound emanating from deep within his throat, carrying an indescribable, almost painful, and somewhat melancholic quality.

She was enduring the itching in her body and her instincts.

Bucky's lips curled up slightly as he moved his fingers away from Alvida's waist, sliding them down her side, past her hip bone, and stopping at the base of her thigh.

The muscles there are the tightest; the constant exertion from gripping the spiked club has made her leg and hip muscles exceptionally developed.

Muscles should be soft when relaxed, but they are hard now.

"It's tight here too." Bucky pressed his thumb against the muscles on the back of Alvida's thigh and slowly massaged them.

Alvida's body trembled slightly, as if there was an aftershock emanating from deep within her.

This was an extremely unfamiliar feeling, which made her grip the sheets tightly.

Noki sat on the other side of the bed, looking at Alvida's face, which was buried in the pillow with only half of her eye showing.

Those eyes held tears, fear, and something indescribable, a mixture of surrender and relief.

So Nojiko stroked Alvida's hair with maternal tenderness, just like a mother caring for her child.

This gave Alvida a very disjointed feeling; it felt so disconnected.

"Is it comfortable?" Bucky asked.

Alvida remained silent for a long time, so long that Nojiko thought she wouldn't answer.

"Mmm." The very soft voice came from under the pillow, carrying a pitiful and aggrieved tone.

Bucky's palm was placed on Alvida's back thigh, first to the back of her knee, then back down to her buttocks, and then from her buttocks along the outside of her thigh back to the back of her knee.

Alita's breathing became increasingly uneven.

Sometimes it's long, sometimes it's short, sometimes it's fast like running, and sometimes it's slow like falling asleep.

Her fingers slowly loosened from gripping the sheets, and then slowly tightened again.

Back and forth, over and over again.

Nojiko looked at her with a helpless smile on her lips—then thought she could use this trick on Nami next time.

Bucky's hand stopped on Alvida's waist, his thumb pressing on the hollow of her lower back, and he didn't move it.

The room fell silent.

Only Alvida's uneven breathing and the sound of waves crashing against the ship in the distance could be heard.

"Alvida," Bucky said.

Alvida didn't respond, but she tilted her head slightly, looking at Bucky with a dreamy expression.

"From today onwards, you'll stay here," Bucky said, his voice as calm as if he were talking about something trivial, "as my fighter."

Alvida's pupils contracted slightly.

Combatant!

It's not a doll, not a collectible, and not trash that can be discarded at any time!

They are combatants!

For a defeated pirate, this is already a pretty good result.

Alvida found it acceptable.

People in this world always compromise.

Or rather, everyone is a compromiser.

Some people might disagree if you just suggest opening a window, but it's much easier to negotiate when the roof is about to be torn down.

"I'll give you a stage," Bucky continued, moving his fingers away from her lower back and slowly moving up her spine to the back of her neck. "A stage for you to prove your worth."

Bucky pressed his fingers on the muscle at the back of Alvida's neck and gently massaged it—this is the most useful way to massage a cat or dog.

Alvida's body trembled violently, and she let out a barely audible groan from deep in her throat.

"As long as you behave," Bucky said in a soft, gentle voice, like he was coaxing a tantrum-throwing child.

"As long as you are loyal."

"Then you can live."

"Live happily!"

"Are you willing now?"

Bucky removed his fingers from the back of her neck, withdrew his hand, and leaned against the headboard.

"I—I do." Alvida lay on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, feeling a sense of loss.

I am no longer myself.

But Nojiko saw tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the pillow—she had finally given in.

Nojiko reached out again and gently stroked Alvida's hair, once, once, and again.

"Go to sleep," Nojiko said. "Everything will be alright when you wake up."

The fragmented self is now being glued back together with new adhesive, but it needs to incubate in a cocoon before emerging as a butterfly.

Alvida's breathing gradually calmed down, and her trembling gradually stopped.

She opened her eyes and looked at the tear stains on the pillow, watching the fabric soaked with tears slowly dry.

Bucky's words kept echoing in his mind.

"As long as you listen to me."

"As long as you are loyal."

"Then you can live."

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