Night deepened, and the moon slowly emerged above the tree branches, casting a soothing silver glow. After finishing dinner, Sephiroth and the three Boa Sisters tidied the villa, restoring it to its original clean and orderly state.
After showering, Sephiroth leaned back leisurely on the long sofa in the living room, picked up a book, and subconsciously flipped through its pages. This world had no computers or mobile phones like he once knew. After night fell, people's entertainment venues were basically bars, casinos... None of these entertainment options seemed suitable for his current situation, so he could only pass the time by reading, or at least trying to.
Not long after, Hancock finished her warm bath. She emerged from the bathroom, wiping her waist-length black hair, now half-dry and half-wet, with a towel. At this moment, she wore black shorts on her lower body and a short-sleeved white shirt on her upper body, perfectly outlining her graceful figure, full of youthful vitality. Faintly, Sephiroth even caught a sweet, subtle fragrance, which was somehow intoxicating and stirred his heart.
"So this is the true effect of the Mero Mero no Mi," Sephiroth thought. While the Mero Mero Fruit enhanced Hancock's appearance to a level of perfection, it also bestowed upon her a special body fragrance, an invisible charm capable of captivating anyone.
Sephiroth shifted his gaze and continued to look down at the book, pretending to be focused, but his mind was not on the pages at all, subconsciously, his eyes were always on the girl, enjoying the sight before him. Hancock noticed his gaze. The corners of her mouth curved slightly upwards, revealing a barely perceptible smile, a sweet, small victory. For a woman, it was truly a calming and blissful thing when the man she liked was captivated by her, even if Sephiroth tried to hide it.
"Sephiroth, after Hancock ate the Devil Fruit, when I soak in the bathtub now, I always feel a bit weak and don't want to move at all. The weakness of the Devil Fruit seems a bit too obvious..." Hancock complained, her voice soft, slightly spoiled.
"As long as you strengthen your physical training in the future, you should be able to counteract this negative effect to some extent... If there's a chance, I'll give you low-purity Seastone shackles. Exercising while wearing them can not only increase your resistance to Seastone but also rapidly tap into your potential," Sephiroth explained, his voice now sounding more serious.
"Oh~! Is that so!" Hancock murmured softly as she slipped off her sandals, casually placed her feet on the long sofa, leaned her back against the armrest of the sofa, and continued to wipe her long black hair with a towel.
The girl's legs were perfectly formed, neither too plump nor too thin, with fair and smooth skin. The soles of her feet looked so perfect, and the delicate white skin on the tops of her feet, which allowed one to clearly see her fine blood vessels, as if every beat of her heart was visible. No matter who saw them, a subconscious thought would cross their mind, These are not feet, these are the most perfect and flawless works of art in the world! Sephiroth himself felt his heart pound, his gaze unable to break away.
"Hey~! Sephiroth, Hancock's toenails are a bit long..." Hancock said with a playful smile and a spoiled tone, as she lifted her foot, boldly placing it on the man's lap. "Would you mind trimming them for Hancock...?"
Facing the girl's playful request, Sephiroth had little resistance. He didn't even have time to think twice. Therefore, he agreed almost without hesitation, put down the book in his hand, found the nail clippers, placed Hancock's foot in his hand, and carefully trimmed her nails, afraid he might accidentally damage God's masterpiece. The touch of Hancock's smooth skin in his hands, her intoxicating body scent, slowly ignited something within him.
Gradually, Sephiroth felt the blood in his body begin to flow faster, a warm sensation spreading. There was a comfortable silence between them, broken only by the soft click of the nail clippers and Hancock's calm breaths. Each touch of Sephiroth's fingers on Hancock's skin was like a small spark, igniting embers that had long smoldered. The subtle sweet aroma, a unique combination of the Mero Mero no Mi and Hancock's natural essence, further bound him. It wasn't just a physical scent, but the very essence of Hancock's allure, an invisible whisper that permeated his soul.
Hancock's face flushed, though she tried to hide it by closing her eyes, pretending to enjoy the gentle massage from Sephiroth's hands. She felt a warmth spread from her touched sole throughout her entire body. Her heart pounded, a melody that only she and Sephiroth could hear. She knew her game had succeeded, and the satisfaction was intoxicating. Sephiroth's suppressed desire, which she felt strengthening every time he looked at her, now felt so real, like an invisible thread pulling them both closer.
After finishing the nail trimming, Sephiroth put the clippers away. He didn't immediately release Hancock's foot. Instead, he gently caressed the sole of her foot, as if wanting to savor the delicate sensation a little longer. Hancock stirred slightly, the sensation of his touch so strong and intense. Her eyes opened a little, looking at Sephiroth with a gaze mixed with surprise and anticipation.
The atmosphere in the room grew heavier, filled with a sweet tension. The dim lights in the living room cast dancing shadows, adding to the intimate mood. Both Sephiroth and Hancock felt an inevitable pull, a magnet between two souls that now understood each other without words.
Sephiroth then slowly lifted Hancock's foot, gently lowered it from his lap, and took her hand. Their fingers brushed, and a small electrical sensation coursed through them both. Their eyes met, and in that gaze, all suppressed desires, all unspoken feelings, flowed freely. Hancock returned Sephiroth's grasp, her breath slightly quickened.
Then, he slowly leaned close to the girl's ear, his breath warm, and whispered softly:
"Hancock, let's go upstairs to sleep!"
"Mhm~!" Hancock replied, her voice a little choked, her cheeks flushed. After getting his permission, he immediately pulled the girl and walked towards the villa's second-floor bedroom, leaving the quiet night behind them, now filled with newly blossoming promises.