[Pirate] I! Orochimaru! I will never split! Chapter 217

In the steamy bathhouse, Doflamingo finished his bath. He casually wrapped a bath towel around his waist, his taut abdominal muscles and wheat-colored skin still glistening with a few drops of water, shimmering with an alluring luster under the dim lights.

However, the expression on his face was not good.

His gaze fell upon Orochimaru, who was leaning languidly against the wall, his black hair wet and hanging down, a few strands clinging to his delicate and slightly pale face.

Doflamingo’s lips curled into a playful smile. He picked up a thick terrycloth towel and walked towards Orochimaru with a steady, slightly aggressive gait.

He gently supported Orochimaru, lifting him onto his lap. He raised one of Orochimaru’s arms, his fingers tracing over the delicate skin intentionally or unintentionally, then carefully wiped it with the towel, from the arm to the shoulder, his movements gentle yet carrying an irresistible possessiveness.

Each wipe was accompanied by him leaning forward, his hot breath fanning Orochimaru’s ear, whispering ambiguous sweet nothings in a low, hoarse voice. Orochimaru’s earlobes turned slightly red, and his body unconsciously tensed up.

When he got to Orochimaru’s back, Doflamingo slowly covered it with the towel.

His hand, through the towel, slowly moved down Orochimaru’s spine, wiping.

The slight pressure and friction made a suppressed muffled groan escape Orochimaru’s throat. The sound echoed in the silent bathhouse, adding to the ambiguity.

Doflamingo chuckled. His movements became slower and more suggestive, the towel swirling around Orochimaru’s waist.

The intermittent tight and loose touches made the ambiguous atmosphere solidify in the air as if it were tangible.

Doflamingo’s fingers caressed the tooth mark on Orochimaru’s shoulder.

“Is it really not possible…?”

Orochimaru turned his head slightly, his gaze meeting Doflamingo’s, the allure and provocation in his eyes growing stronger.

Doflamingo’s heart tightened, stirred by that look. His hand movements suddenly stopped, and the towel silently slipped.

He took the opportunity to press Orochimaru tightly against the wall, their bodies pressed close together, their chests heaving violently.

Doflamingo gazed into Orochimaru’s eyes, slowly lowering his head, about to kiss those slightly upturned lips. Just at this critical moment—

Luffy’s loud voice echoed inside the palace, yelling Orochimaru’s name.

“Orochimaru, stop washing! The banquet’s about to start!”

This sudden shout was like a heavy hammer, shattering the extremely ambiguous atmosphere in the bathhouse.

Doflamingo frowned, a flash of annoyance and unwillingness in his eyes.

Orochimaru gently pushed Doflamingo away and unhurriedly put on his clothes, as if that heart-pounding ambiguous moment had never happened.

Doflamingo watched Orochimaru’s retreating back, took a deep breath, trying to calm his disordered breathing, and began to tidy his own attire, glaring at this heartless person through gritted teeth.

“Your brother is so annoying! Doesn’t he know how to show restraint?!”

Orochimaru, uncharacteristically, spoke with a hint of tenderness.

“If he really did, you’d be a pancake by now. By the way, I have two more brothers like him.”

When the two emerged from the bathroom, the banquet had already begun.

Although Luffy was still slightly frowning, his speed at eating meat was not slow.

Orochimaru casually sat in the seat beside him.

Doflamingo appeared shortly after, his face so gloomy it seemed water could drip from it. His gaze, like a knife, pierced directly at Law, and he glared unpleasantly at Straw Hat Luffy.

Seeing Orochimaru beside Luffy, Doflamingo’s displeasure grew. He extended his large hand.

He effortlessly picked Orochimaru up as if he were a small chick and placed him on his lap.

This series of actions flowed smoothly, clearly not the first time he had done so.

Immediately after, Doflamingo picked up the exquisite cutlery on the table, his eyes instantly becoming gentle and doting.

He very skillfully cut a piece of steak, first blowing on it gently at his own lips, and then slowly brought it to Orochimaru’s mouth.

Orochimaru cooperated perfectly, taking a small bite.

And the executives of the Donquixote Family were already accustomed to the scene before them.

Their faces showed no ripple of emotion; they continued to busy themselves with their own affairs, either talking in low voices or silently drinking, completely ignoring the interaction between Doflamingo and Orochimaru.

But Luffy and the others looked on with twitching faces. So you, Doflamingo, are the culprit who spoiled Orochimaru like this? Have you forgotten that you’re the one being threatened? Don’t fall so completely!

Nami looked at this scene with some exasperation, poking Baby 5, who was sitting beside her and clinging to her a bit.

“Don’t you think something’s not quite right?” Nami frowned, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Baby 5 turned her head, glanced at their young master Doflamingo, who clearly had a look of unfulfilled desire, then calmly picked up the pumpkin soup in front of her and took a sip.

“You’ll get used to it. We’ve been watching for two years.”

Baby 5’s voice was calm, as if this scene was as ordinary to her as the rising sun each day; she had long since become accustomed to it.

Nami, even more exasperated, clutched her head.

“That’s not how it should be, right? Doflamingo, the Heavenly Yaksha, isn’t he a king?!

And your captain! Don’t you think it’s weird for him to serve an outsider like this??”

Baby 5 gently put down her soup bowl and wiped the lingering soup from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief.

“Because Young Master is the one on the bottom.”

As soon as Baby 5 said this, the scene instantly fell silent. After all, everyone present, one by one, basically possessed Observation Haki.

The muscles on the faces of the Donquixote Family members seemed to twitch slightly, but they still tried to maintain a poker face.

Only their hand movements were a bit stiff as they continued to eat mechanically. After all, they didn’t believe it at first either, but what could they do? Were they supposed to crawl under the bed to confirm?

And among Luffy’s crew, except for Luffy who was still wholeheartedly focused on the food, everyone else’s gazes simultaneously shifted to Doflamingo’s face.

Especially Law, his expression was incredibly colorful, as if he had seen a ghost. He was completely dazed, his mouth slightly agape, seemingly wanting to say something but his mind went blank from the sudden shock.

He could only stand there blankly, his eyes darting back and forth between Doflamingo and Orochimaru, as if trying to digest this incredible and extremely explosive information.

Doflamingo’s already gloomy face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, veins bulging on his forehead. His characteristic evil smile had vanished without a trace, replaced by anger and humiliation.

Orochimaru, however, couldn’t help but let out a giggle. His shoulders subtly shook, his eyes full of playful amusement and teasing.

He understood that it was Dellinger’s problem back then that caused these people to misunderstand. After all, he hadn’t thought much about it at the time, and Doffy wouldn’t have bothered to explain. This was truly a wonderful misunderstanding.

To Doflamingo, this laughter only added fuel to the fire. He glared fiercely at Orochimaru again, gritting his teeth and saying, “You still dare to laugh!”

But within that anger, there was also a faint, indescribable hint of awkwardness and embarrassment.