[Pirate] I! Orochimaru! I will never split! Chapter 169

Finally, the day of departure arrived. Given that high-ranking officials needed to guard the kingdom, Doflamingo decided to personally escort Orochimaru to the Sabaody Archipelago.

After all, a direct voyage to Sabaody would take a week, and Doflamingo was a Warlord, so he could take an internal route without passing through Fish-Man Island.

Gazing at the seemingly carefree fellow, Doflamingo uncharacteristically sighed.

The “little ancestor” he had meticulously cared for over the past two years was finally going to be sent away by him.

On the last day of the journey, in the captain’s exclusive cabin, the dim candlelight flickered. Doflamingo lounged lazily on the sofa, his eyes, however, followed Orochimaru’s every move like a hawk.

Orochimaru seemed to sense the intense gaze and turned slightly. The clothes he was rummaging through paused. After all, it had been two years since his last departure, and he needed a new set of clothes.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Doflamingo raised an eyebrow slightly, stood up, and pulled the person into his arms. His hand gently rested on Orochimaru’s waist, his fingers subtly caressing the delicate fabric.

“What… you’re leaving, and I can’t even look?”

Orochimaru slowly raised a hand, his fingertips sliding down Doflamingo’s Adam’s apple, stopping on his chest, feeling the strong heartbeat.

“Overheated? Are you in heat on the ship?”

Doflamingo heard Orochimaru’s teasing and a dangerous smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “If you’re talking about being in heat, when have I not been like this these past two years you’ve been by my side?”

With that, Doflamingo’s hand tightened slightly, pulling Orochimaru’s body closer to his own, letting him feel the scorching heat.

Orochimaru snorted lightly. Snakes were cold-blooded animals; didn’t he know he was uncomfortable? But he didn’t struggle. He had discovered over the past two years that this guy was all lust and no guts.

Anyway, Doflamingo was the one suffering.

Not everyone was like Orochimaru, with little feeling for desire.

“Then you can just keep enduring it. I imagine your new lovers will surely satisfy you well.” Orochimaru’s words carried a hint of mockery.

Doflamingo lowered his head, his nose touching Orochimaru’s.

“Do you think I’m someone who can be easily pleased by just anyone?

I’m just enduring it now, but perhaps later, don’t forget, I remember your birthday is in half a year.

(Private setting: 18 years old is considered an adult. Our little snake is 19 now, but since his birthday hasn’t passed, he’s not considered 18 yet!)

Once you’re an adult, your grandfathers and fathers shouldn’t interfere anymore, right?”

Orochimaru frowned. “My grandfathers are fine, but please don’t randomly assign me so many unrelated people.

And what exactly do you want to do? I still need to prepare my clothes. Don’t you know we’re a few days late in departing? This way, I’ll be the last one to arrive. Don’t delay my schedule!”

Doflamingo was a bit annoyed. He suddenly lowered his head, his hot lips pressing heavily against Orochimaru’s. His tongue forcefully pushed open his teeth, wantonly plundering his breath.

After a moment, he slowly released him, looking at Orochimaru’s slightly swollen lips, and whispered contentedly,

“Remember, you’re mine, always.”

Orochimaru’s breathing became a bit erratic, and he wiped his mouth, annoyed.

“No… I belong to myself. As for whether you can have me, that depends on whether you have the ability.

Doff, I hope you still have this much bravado when I come to rescue you.

Let go of me, I need to prepare my clothes for tomorrow morning.”

Doflamingo looked at this heartless snake, and a wave of grievance suddenly welled up in his heart. He secretly threw away the clothes Orochimaru had prepared.

“Why wear chainmail? Don’t you know that’s already too short?

You forgot, you’ve grown 6 centimeters taller in the past two years. You’re 172 now.”

At the mention of this, Orochimaru couldn’t help but feel happy for a moment. This time, he finally wasn’t the shortest one!

This was what Orochimaru liked most about Dressrosa! He had grown taller!! It must be because the climate was different.

After all, the people in Windmill Village were all short! It wasn’t his fault!

Doflamingo looked at the person whose thoughts were wandering. His fingers wantonly moved up and down Orochimaru’s waistline, reaching into his clothes, feeling the warm skin, his fingertips gently caressing his side.

“So all your old clothes can’t be worn. I’ve prepared clothes for you. What? Don’t you trust my aesthetic?”

Doflamingo’s lips held a faint smile.

Hearing this, Orochimaru looked at Doflamingo, wanting to say something but hesitating.

His gaze swept over the pink feathered coat thrown to the side behind the man.

Then, thinking of the flowery shirt, flowery pants, and driving moccasins from the Marineford War, his expression became a bit awkward.

If it weren’t for his looks and figure… that outfit could only be described as an eyesore…

Although Doflamingo was now back to his 26-year-old appearance and looked good in anything… but…

Orochimaru carefully chose his words, trying to express his thoughts tactfully, but his tone sounded like he was coaxing a child…

“Doff… sometimes we need to accept reality… everyone has things they’re not good at… right? Since you’re not good at it, then don’t try.”

As Orochimaru’s words fell, the air in the room seemed to freeze. Doflamingo’s hand froze in mid-air, his face full of shock, looking as if he had heard something unbelievable.

After a moment, he finally understood Orochimaru’s meaning. Was he saying his clothes were ugly?

After a brief silence, he exploded like a powder keg. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes held a mix of unwillingness and grievance.

He lunged forward, taking a few steps to Orochimaru’s front, and with a strong pull, lifted Orochimaru up, pinning him against the wall.

One hand tightly clasped Orochimaru’s leg, and his lips urgently pressed down, with a hint of punishment.

“Can’t your mouth say something I’d like to hear?” Doflamingo gasped, his voice hoarse with anger and desire.

His kisses trailed down Orochimaru’s neck, each touch leaving a red mark, as if declaring ownership.

“It’s the last day. Since I can’t devour you now, let me collect some interest in advance… This is also a necessary part of being lovers.”

His gaze remained locked on Orochimaru, the heat in his eyes seeming to want to consume the other.

One hand was restlessly caressing in the shadows.

Orochimaru suddenly arched his back, letting out a suppressed gasp, and pushed against the person in front of him with both hands, stopping him from further action.

“Wait… Doff…”

Doflamingo looked at Orochimaru’s reaction, a smug smile curling at the corner of his mouth. The room was filled with ambiguous gasps and the sound of skin rubbing.

Doflamingo contentedly looked at the somewhat dazed person beneath him, then happily carried him to bathe, gently wiping his body.

“See, you also have simple physiological needs. After all, it’s the last day… letting loose is letting loose…”