The bell above the door jingled as Valen Rosè stepped into the familiar, sunlit bar.
Wooden beams lined the ceiling, polished clean by years of routine and care. The scent of citrus and ale hung in the air. Valen took a deep breath—this was Makino's bar, a quiet spot in Foosha Village that had raised countless drunkards, dreamers, and one particular pink-haired narcissist.
He was here on a mission.
He wanted to test his Lust Pirate System.
And the only woman in the village beautiful enough for him? Makino.
There was just one small problem:
How the hell was he supposed to make her have sex with him?!
Sure, he was stupidly handsome now. His face could shatter glass. His body belonged on statues. His voice? Melted steel.
But Makino had known him since he was a kid! How was he supposed to seduce someone who once wiped snot from his nose?
Valen slumped onto a stool at the counter, resting an elbow on the bar and throwing his best smolder toward the backroom.
And speak of the goddess—Makino emerged.
She wore her usual olive-green skirt and white blouse, apron tied tight around her narrow waist. But time had been generous to her. Her hourglass figure moved with soft, practiced grace, every step elegant and full of maternal warmth. Her long auburn hair fell past her shoulders in a neat wave, and her green eyes sparkled with gentle intelligence.
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Despite her modest clothes, Valen couldn't help but notice the subtle swell of her chest, the curve of her hips, the firmness of her legs. She was a classic beauty—timeless and effortlessly alluring.
Makino's face lit up when she saw him.
"Oh, Valen! Here for an orange juice like usual?" she teased with a knowing smile.
Valen flipped his hair back dramatically. "Makino-san, I am not a little kid anymore."
He leaned forward and gave her his most charming grin. "Look at me. Look how handsome I am now. Do you really think a simple orange juice would be to the liking of such a perfect being?"
That's how Valen saw himself.
Not just proud… obsessed.
But can you blame him?
If an ugly loser with zero luck reincarnated into his favorite anime and found himself blessed with god-tier looks—what would he do?
Makino sighed, unfazed, and placed a tall glass of orange juice in front of him.
"Makino-san, I said—"
She shoved the glass into his mouth mid-sentence.
"Just shut up and drink," she said, watching as Valen instinctively began gulping it down.
He finished it with a gasp.
"So… was this orange juice to the liking of such a perfect being?" she asked, her voice playful.
Valen's face flushed. "N-No…"
Even if he had the ego of a warlord, the leftover awkwardness from his past life still bubbled up when a woman—especially one as beautiful as Makino—gave him attention.
Makino chuckled softly. He was just too cute when flustered.
Then—ping!
A pink screen flickered into existence before Valen's eyes.
[The tutorial mission has arrived!]
[Objective: Fuck Makino!]
[Rewards: 250 EXP, Skill – Gentle Hands (1★)]
[Failure: N/A]
Valen's eyes widened.
'A tutorial mission?! That's amazing! The reward is awesome, and the skill too—but…'
[During the tutorial mission, you may use the skill "Gentle Hands" to increase your success rate.]
[Gentle Hands (1★) – (Temporary Skill – Cannot Be Upgraded)]
[Your hands deliver waves of pleasure and arousal with every touch. Careful, or you might get someone addicted to your touch.]
Valen grinned. 'Well… that helps—'
"What are you so happy about, Valen?" Makino asked, wiping a glass clean as she leaned over the counter with a soft smile.
"N-Nothing!" Valen stammered, blushing again.
'Fuck… If I get this embarrassed just thinking about it… how am I supposed to use that skill?!'
Valen shifted nervously on the stool, his face bright red. He opened his mouth, then closed it. Tried again. Failed again.
Finally, he leaned forward and said in a barely audible voice,
"Ehm… Makino-san…"
Makino blinked, smiling at his timid expression. "Yes?"
Valen swallowed. He was really about to ask her this?
"Would you… would you like a massage?"
Makino tilted her head, caught off guard. "A massage?"
"Y-Yeah," Valen stammered, forcing himself to maintain eye contact. "I, uh… I just learned a really good massaging technique and I thought I could, you know, try it out…"
His voice trailed off. His blush deepened.
"And you looked a little tired from all the work lately, so I thought… maybe… I could help?"
Makino chuckled, clearly amused. The way he stood there—confident posture, but face red like a tomato—was just too adorable.
"That's very considerate of you, Valen," she said warmly. "Thank you for worrying about me. I won't turn down a free massage."
'FUCK YEAH!' Valen screamed internally, stars exploding in his mind. 'She said yes!'
Without wasting a moment, he stood and made his way behind the counter. The bar was quiet now. It was late in the evening, and no customers had come in for a while. Hours had passed since Luffy left with Garp, and Valen had waited patiently for this moment—the perfect time, with no eyes watching.
Makino sat on a stool near the sink, her back turned to him. She reached up and loosened the tie of her apron a little, exposing the curve of her neck and shoulders.
'Alright, Gentle Hands, don't fail me now.'
He gently placed his hands on her shoulders.
The moment his fingers made contact, Makino's body tensed… then immediately relaxed. A wave of pure warmth spread through her, like liquid pleasure flooding every muscle. Her fatigue melted away in seconds.
"Ahhh~" she breathed out, her body going slack. "You're… really good at this, Valen…"
Her voice had a different tone now. Slightly breathy. A little too pleased.
Valen's heart pounded.
'It's working!'
He continued, kneading her shoulders, letting his fingers dance down to her upper back. Every movement, every glide of his hands was guided by the skill—Gentle Hands—which sent waves of arousal with every press.
Makino's breath caught. Her eyes fluttered closed.
"Ahhhh~" she groaned again, unable to stop herself. A tingling sensation spread across her body. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily, her nipples hardening under her blouse.
What's… happening to me? she thought, biting her lower lip. Why am I getting so turned on from a massage? Is it… is it because of Valen's touch?
"Ahhhh—" she gasped again, louder this time. Her hand quickly flew to her mouth.
Compose yourself, Makino! she scolded herself. You've known him since he was a kid! This is Valen, for goodness' sake!
But her body wasn't listening.
'Wow… her shoulders are so soft…' Valen thought, his fingers gliding across her skin with slow, deliberate care. He could feel her warmth, the subtle tremble in her body with every movement.
She smells so good… her skin… her body…
Valen swallowed hard, trying to focus, but the blood was already rushing elsewhere. And it didn't help that his body had a mind of its own.
Makino, still seated with her eyes shut, suddenly stiffened. Her back arched ever so slightly. She had felt it—something… hard press against her lower back.
Her eyes opened wide.
Could it be…? she thought, a flush rising across her cheeks. Did Valen get hard?
She bit her lip, her body squirming slightly under his touch. Is he excited… because of me?
A storm of emotions rushed through her: embarrassment, confusion… and a dangerous little thrill.
Should I… help him? Her thoughts wandered somewhere they shouldn't have—somewhere warm and dangerous—before she slammed the brakes.
'Makino!!' she scolded herself. What are you even thinking?! You've known this boy since he was little! He's just giving you a massage… just a massage…
But the illusion of innocence shattered the moment Valen's hands slipped lower. His thumbs brushed down from her upper back, sliding along the sides of her chest… and then cupped her breasts from behind.
"Ahhh—!" Makino gasped, her voice hitching with raw surprise.
Her whole body jerked slightly in place, but she didn't move away. Her mind was screaming at her to stop this, but her body…
Her body betrayed her.
A shock of pleasure tore through her nerves like lightning. His fingers moved carefully—tentatively—but with the unnatural precision granted by Gentle Hands. Each movement made her feel like her chest was melting under his palms.
"V-Valen…" she whispered, trembling.
Valen's eyes widened as he realized what he'd done. 'I… I just grabbed her boobs—!'
And yet… his hands didn't stop.
It was the system's fault… right? It was guiding him. This was all for the tutorial mission…
That's what he told himself, even as he squeezed softly again, feeling the fullness of her chest against his palms.
Makino moaned, louder this time, her thighs rubbing together without her even realizing it.
"Ahhh…!" she whimpered, her breath ragged, heart pounding out of control.
She should stop him. She really should.
'Oh fuck yes… they feel so good to touch…' Valen thought. His fingers brushed across her nipples, feeling them harden against his palm. 'She's getting so wet too… fuck! This system is amazing!'
Makino couldn't think straight anymore. Her head was spinning, her heart racing. Valen's fingers moved with a skill that seemed impossible for someone his age, teasing her nipples and squeezing her breasts with perfect rhythm. It felt so good that it almost hurt—like too much pleasure was rushing through her at once.
'Fuck!' she thought internally. If he continues like this, I'll go mad!
But Valen didn't stop. His hands continued their exploration, and Makino felt another surge of embarrassment as she realized her panties were soaking wet. How could he make her feel this way from just touching her through her clothes?
She shifted her position, trying to find some relief, but that only made things worse. The movement pressed her ass against something hard and thick that was straining against Valen's pants.
Oh god, she realized. He's hard. Really hard. And his cock feels massive against my ass…
She bit her lip to stifle another moan. How could this be happening? Valen—little Valen—had grown into such a man… and was now affecting her in ways she never imagined.
But she couldn't stop now. She needed more. She needed to feel his touch—his skin—against hers. She was too far gone to care about the consequences.
Without warning, Makino reached behind and quickly unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall away to reveal her lacy white bra. Valen froze for a moment, stunned, then continued with renewed vigor.
Makino arched her back, presenting her chest to him as she unhooked her bra, letting it slide down her arms. Her full breasts fell free, swaying gently with her movements. The cool air of the bar felt amazing on her heated skin.
"Ahh…" she sighed, closing her eyes again and leaning back against Valen's chest. His arms wrapped around her, hands groping her breasts with unrestrained passion now. "That's so good…"
Valen's breath hitched. He had never seen breasts this beautiful—never touched anything so soft in both his lives. He squeezed her nipples between his fingers, loving the way they pebbled under his touch. Makino's response only spurred him on.
He pinched harder, making her gasp.
"Ahh… Valen…" she moaned, squirming in his lap. Her hips ground against his erection, causing her to gasp again.
"Oh… Valen…" She couldn't believe how good this felt. The shame was still there, but the pleasure overwhelmed it. She reached back, fumbling with his pants, desperate to free his cock from its confines. She needed to feel it—needed it inside her.
Valen helped her, unbuttoning his pants and lifting his hips to push them down. His massive erection sprung free, slapping against Makino's ass cheek. She jumped at the sudden contact, then sighed as she felt just how big he was.
"Oh my god…" she whispered, awed. "It's… it's so big…" Her hand reached back, fingers wrapping around his thick shaft. She began to stroke him slowly, savoring the feel of his velvety skin.
Valen groaned, his head falling back. The sensation was incredible—like nothing he had ever felt before. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock through her fingers.
"Fuck…" he muttered, amazed at how good her touch felt. "You're so beautiful, Makino-san…"
Makino blushed at his words, but couldn't deny the pleasure they gave her. She stood up suddenly, turning to face him. Her naked chest was right in front of his face, her large breasts swaying slightly.
Valen's mouth watered. Without thinking, he leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking greedily. Makino threw her head back, moaning loudly.
"Ahhh… yes!" she cried out, tangling her fingers in his hair. "Suck them, Valen… please…"
Valen obeyed, moving from one breast to the other, licking and sucking her nipples until they were hard and glistening. He could feel Makino trembling in his arms, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Valen…" she breathed, her eyes half-lidded with lust. "I need you… inside me… please…"
Valen lifted her easily, carrying her over to the counter. He sat her on the edge, pushing her legs apart with his body. His cock was so hard it almost hurt, and he could see how wet Makino was—her pussy glistening with arousal.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes… please…" Makino begged, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I need you, Valen… I can't wait any longer…"
Valen positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock parting her lips slightly. He looked into her eyes, saw the desperate need there, and couldn't hold back anymore.
With one smooth thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.
Makino screamed in pleasure, her nails digging into Valen's shoulders. She felt so full—so completely filled—that for a moment she thought she might break apart.
"Ooooohhh… fuck!" she cried out, unable to control herself. "You're so big… you're splitting me open…!"
Valen groaned, overwhelmed by the tight, wet heat surrounding his cock. He pulled back slowly, then thrust in again, savoring the feeling of Makino's pussy clenching around him.
"God, Makino-san…" he muttered, his hips starting to move on their own. "You feel so good…"
Makino couldn't respond—could barely breathe. Each thrust was like a jolt of electricity through her body. She clung to Valen desperately, her legs tightening around him as he fucked her with increasing intensity.
Valen was lost in the sensation, his world narrowed down to the feel of Makino's hot pussy around his cock, the sound of her moans in his ear, the taste of her sweat-salted skin.
He pounded into her relentlessly, driven by a hunger he had never felt before. Makino met each thrust eagerly, her body arching up to receive him as deeply as possible.
"Ahh… ahh… AH!" she screamed, her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave. Her pussy convulsed around Valen's cock, milking him with desperate need.
Valen growled, feeling his own release approaching. He grabbed Makino's hips, holding her in place as he slammed into her one last time. His cock throbbed, then erupted, filling her with his seed.
Makino whimpered, feeling the warmth spread inside her. It was too much—too intense. She collapsed backwards onto the counter, Valen following her down. They lay there, panting heavily, bodies trembling with aftershocks.
[Tutorial Mission: Completed!]
[You have leveled up!]
[You have leveled up!]
[You have gained the skill: Gentle Hands (1★)]
'Oh... right…' Valen thought, his breath ragged as he stared at the system's screen. 'The mission…'
He had completely forgotten about it.
To be continued...
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Also, I added the image of Valen in the first chapter, and I'll now make an auxiliary chapter for Valen and his Harem (with their images obviously).