Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

Bright red lips glistened moistly in the firelight, carrying the sweet aroma of fruit wine, drawing ever closer.

Nock didn't flinch, but simply raised an eyebrow and looked into her smiling eyes.

The two were so close that they could smell the faint floral scent emanating from her, mixed with the aroma of alcohol and the warmth of the campfire. She stood on tiptoe, placed one hand on Nok's shoulder, and with her red lips slightly parted, carrying the warmth and sweetness of the alcohol, she leaned closer to Nok.

The woman's lips pressed against his.

The wine flowed into my mouth, warm, carrying my body temperature and an indescribable sweetness.

Nock neither refused nor rushed to respond.

He simply took the sip of wine quietly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. The brown-haired woman's lips lingered on his for two seconds before slowly pulling away, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, the small mole at the corner of her mouth curving upwards with a smile.

"Hero, is the wine good?"

Nock looked at her, then at the dark-haired woman beside her, who was covering her mouth and laughing, her eyes crinkling into crescents, looking like she was enjoying a good show.

He licked the remaining wine stains from his lips, and a slow smile spread across his face.

"Naughty."

His voice was languid, carrying a pleasant, amused tone.

"but--"

He reached out and grabbed the brown-haired woman's waist, pulling her closer to him. Her body pressed against his, so soft it felt boneless. She let out a soft gasp, but her eyes showed no fear, only a deeper smile.

Nock looked down at her, his nose almost touching hers.

"I like."

Both women laughed.

"The women of Dressrosa love brave men. Tonight, wherever you want to go, we'll go with you."

Nock's Adam's apple bobbed.

The land of love and passion truly lives up to its name!

The campfire cast overlapping shadows on the three men. Nok sat by the wall, his arms around the waists of the two women, drinking. The two beauties sat on his lap, their supple waists swaying gently like two satiated kittens.

...

Viola stood on the steps of the palace gate, her newly changed red dress like a blazing fire bathed in the night.

The dress is a perfect vermilion color, and the open back design winds along the spine until it just stops at the waist, making the smooth back look absolutely irresistible.

The neckline hung low, and the silky fabric slid smoothly down the chest line, casting an ambiguous shadow in the flickering firelight. The high slit on one side of the skirt was extremely daring, almost touching the hip bone. With each step, the fair thighs would appear and disappear between the opening and closing of the fabric, like the shimmering surface of water under the moonlight.

A pair of slender black high heels arched her insteps high, creating a taut and elegant curve.

Because of the exertion, the veins on the instep bulged slightly, exuding an ultimate beauty.

Her long, wavy hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her lips were painted a retro red with a purplish hue, exuding a cool yet alluring charm.

Among the crowd, with her sharp eyes, she spotted Nock at a glance.

He leaned against the wall, one arm around a woman's waist, having a great time.

Viola paused for a moment.

Nock seemed to notice the gaze and looked up to meet her eyes.

His eyes lit up slightly, clearly impressed, but then, Knok simply raised his glass and waved it at her before lowering his head and returning to the women's embrace.

"Hmph, bad man!"

Viola gave a soft hum, her chin slightly raised, and for a fleeting moment her expression carried a hint of girlish affectation, which, against her glamorous attire, possessed a striking contrast and charm.

If someone were looking at her right now, they would probably be instantly enraged.

But Viola was a little unhappy at this moment. She turned around, her high heels making a crisp clattering sound on the stone steps, and walked towards King Riku and Ace.

Are any of those women as pretty as her?!

...

"Father." She walked to King Riku's side and bowed slightly.

King Riku was drinking with Ace.

This was the first time in six years that the old man had been so happy. He drank one glass of wine after another, his face as red as Guan Yu's. Ace drank with him, accepting all offers, and had already downed several glasses. His eyes were starting to glaze over.

When Viola walked over, the surroundings suddenly fell silent for a moment.

It's not an exaggeration, it really is quiet.

The people dancing, singing, and drinking were all involuntarily drawn to that red figure.

She walked in the shadows of the campfire, her skirt swaying gently with each step, revealing her fair legs through the high slit. Her slender black high heels clicked crisply on the stone pavement, each step feeling like a gentle touch on the heart.

Ace's glass hovered in mid-air, his mouth slightly agape. He'd seen plenty of beautiful women, but none of them had particularly interested him. This one, however, was someone he couldn't help but glance at twice.

Yamato paused for a moment, his eyes lit up, he looked down at his own muscles, then at the beautiful Viola, and suddenly thought that being a real woman might not be so bad.

Skar and Michal were even more direct; the two bastards' eyes practically popped out hearts, and even after Deus slapped them on the back of the head, they couldn't look away.

Viola felt those gazes, and while she felt a sense of smugness, she wasn't quite that smug.

Hmph! Bad man!

Her gaze fell on Ace, and she raised her glass. "Captain Ace, a toast to you, thank you and your crew for helping us save Dressrosa."

Ace snapped out of his daze and quickly raised his glass to clink, laughing heartily, "No, no, no, don't just thank me. Actually, it's mainly because of Noc." He took a swig of his drink, wiped his mouth, and said, "We came here mainly because of him. He's the one who told us the dark truth about Dressrosa being ruled by Doflamingo. If it weren't for him, we would have moved on long ago and wouldn't have come to Dressrosa at all."

Yamato nodded vigorously beside him: "Yes, yes, yes! Nok might do it! He knows so much, he's a great fighter, a good cook, and a great storyteller. Sometimes I really wish I could switch brains with him!"

That guy is really likable!

Viola bit her lip, her curiosity about Nok growing stronger.

Or, what is the other person doing right now? Are they still flirting with those flashy, cheap women?

Hmph, that blind man! What's so great about those women?

Or... I'll just take a look and see what he's doing right now?

It's not that I'm concerned about him, but what if those women are actually Doflamingo's remnants, and that bad guy gets assassinated?

Although he was a bad guy, he was still a hero of Dressrosa.

Yes, just one look!

Viola made a decision, and the power of the Gaze-Gaze ​​Fruit quietly activated. Her vision cut through the crowd, searching for that figure, and then she paused slightly.

The place where Knok used to be was now empty, with only a few empty wine glasses and a forgotten silk scarf remaining.

Viola's brow furrowed slightly as her field of vision widened once more.

There was a small palm grove at the edge of the square, which served as a shade during the day and a favorite spot for rendezvous at night. As soon as her gaze swept over it, she saw a familiar red dress.

And that brown-haired woman.

She lay on the ground, her clothes disheveled, her skirt pulled up to her waist, revealing large expanses of fair skin. A smile lingered on her face, and saliva mixed with some unknown white liquid dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the ground. She looked as if she had drunk herself into unconsciousness.

Viola paused, a mixture of unease and excitement welling up inside her.

Her gaze continued to move, past a few palm trees, through the bushes, and then—

She saw it...

A swaying woman and a man conducting a major investigation...