The Greatest Disgrace in Marine History-Chapter 237 - 139: An Unparalleled Beauty

"Toki... she's completely lost it..."

So bold?

Darren's eyes widened in shock.

His mind went utterly blank—completely frozen.

There were no words to describe the scene before him.

The warm glow of the oil lamp bathed the room in soft, dreamlike light. Standing there was a peerless beauty in a kimono, her sash undone. Pale green hair draped over her smooth, snowy shoulders.

She wore nothing except a pair of white thigh-high socks.

Those sapphire-black eyes shimmered like rippling water, gazing at Darren with shyness and warmth. Her cheeks glowed with a soft blush.

Toki stood in front of an elegant ukiyo-e style screen. Rising slightly on her toes, she looked both timid and inviting. Her long lashes trembled as her slender arms opened gently, exuding a breathtaking beauty tinged with sorrow.

Even Darren, who had seen countless faces in his lifetime, was stunned.

The irritation still burning in him after his exchange with Gion ignited into a blazing fire in the presence of this tender and flawless vision.

Instinct pierced through his soul and will in an instant.

'If I don't act now, am I even a man!?'

...

By the time Darren came back to his senses, the room was a complete mess.

His Marine uniform lay scattered on the floor. He was sprawled on the soft tatami mat, the oil lamp beside them long extinguished.

The night was quiet. Moonlight was seductive.

The stars overhead shimmered like pearls scattered across a net, shining down through the courtyard window and falling softly on the girl sleeping in his arms.

Darren let out a long breath. Toki was nestled against his chest, her body soft and boneless.

Now fully awake, he gave a helpless smile.

He hadn't expected Toki to be so forward—she really went all in.

Who could possibly resist that!?

Toki's beauty was unique.

She had the elegance and restraint of a traditional Wano woman—gentle, graceful, yet with a deep, almost terrifying resolve.

If Gion was a proud and cold-blooming rose, then Toki was the sorrowful, radiant cherry blossom.

This was the essence of Wano's culture.

That closed-off nation didn't just breed samurai who revered Bushido. Even their women believed that a single brilliant bloom, no matter how brief, was worth a lifetime.

There was a poem that captured it best:

"Let life burn like summer flowers, and let death fall like autumn leaves."

A fleeting dance.

This was the essence of traditional Japanese spirit—Wano, in all its elegance and restraint, carried that soul within its blood.

Still, even Darren never imagined that such a serene girl could take such a bold step.

Jealousy was a dangerous thing.

He'd just soothed Gion, and now this.

It was...

It was...

It was freaking awesome.

A grin tugged at Darren's lips as his hands—still wrapped around the girl—started to move restlessly again.

Just the right fit.

"Mm..."

Toki let out a soft whimper, stirring gently in his embrace. Her tiny nose scrunched slightly, lashes fluttering as a blush returned to her cheeks.

Darren laughed and whispered in a low, teasing voice:

"Don't pretend to be asleep, Toki."

Toki finally opened her eyes, her long lashes trembling.

Her sapphire-black pupils shimmered with moisture as she gave him a shy but annoyed glance. That lazy, sensual elegance flowed naturally from her brows—refined, mature.

In that moment, the lines between youthful innocence and mature grace blurred perfectly.

Moonlight danced on her face, making her gaze glow even more vividly. There was something mysterious and otherworldly about it.

That unparalleled beauty hit Darren like a tidal wave.

His heart pounded wildly.

She looked like a dream—so breathtakingly unreal.

Swallowing hard, the fire inside him roared back to life.

"How about... another round?"

Toki gave him a sideways glance—soft and sultry, tinged with a wifely allure.

Her tone remained sweet and tender:

"A-Aren't you satisfied yet..."

Darren's eyes flicked with mischief. He suddenly smirked.

"How about this time... in the kimono?"

Toki blinked, then seemed to realize what he meant...

Her face turned scarlet.

———

The next morning.

Darren woke up in bed.

"...Crap."

He could feel it—his whole body felt stiff.

His muscles ached. His legs were weak.

He felt... drained.

"...Did she actually wring me dry?"

His lips twitched.

He instinctively checked his "physical stats," and after confirming there was no major change, let out a sigh of relief.

It was probably the lingering effect of trying to suppress Enma's power previously, compounded by last night's 'battle.'

Looking down at Toki—still fast asleep on his chest—Darren couldn't help but recall the kind of night that would "require redacting ten thousand words," and smiled like any satisfied man would.

Toki was now his woman.

Which meant... Momonosuke must die?

Scratching his stubbly chin, Darren mused darkly.

After lying there for a few minutes,

He gently kissed Toki on the forehead, then slowly pulled his arm out from under her and got up without waking her.

Her constitution was that of a normal woman—unlike his monster-like endurance. She needed more rest after such 'training.'

Throwing on his Marine uniform, Darren made a simple breakfast in the kitchen, left a portion for her, then munched on a boiled egg and limped to the door.

The moment he opened it—he froze.

Completely paralyzed.

There stood Gion, holding a steaming breakfast in one hand, her other hand raised, just about to knock.

Their eyes locked.

Gion stared at Darren, who was clutching the wall and his waist.

Darren: ...

A pained, pitiful smile crept onto his face.

"Husband, are you heading out?"

A soft, gentle voice called from behind.

Darren felt as though lightning had struck him.

Stiffly, he turned around—

Toki was standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but his white shirt, her face flushed with the afterglow of joy.

She glanced at Gion and gave a calm, gentle smile.

"Good morning, Miss Gion."

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Clatter—

The breakfast fell from her hands. Soy milk spilled across the ground.

A chill crept up Darren's spine.

He felt a murderous aura start to emanate from her.

Gion slowly turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were shaded and unreadable.

"Husband?" she echoed.

Darren's eye twitched.

Then Gion smiled.

To Darren, it was terrifying.

"Well, congratulations... Commodore Darren."

And with that, she turned and left.

Her back to them, tears welled up in her reddening eyes—and spilled down her cheeks.

Darren: "..."

Staring at Gion's devastated figure, he reached out—then pulled his hand back.

He stood in silence for a long moment.

Then finally gritted his teeth.

"I really need to learn Observation Haki!!"

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To be continued...