Sun dying in the west, painting Windmill Village rooftops blood-gold.
Jin stepped up to the two-story tavern, breath misting in the salty dusk breeze.
Two big fuck-off barrels balanced on his shoulders like they weighed nothing.
"Alright, sweetheart," he muttered to the door. "Show me what you've got."
The place was alive.
Sweat, booze, woodsmoke. Farmers and sailors pounding cups, roaring laughter echoing off the beams.
Small backwater dump, but look at this crowd… girl must know what she's doing.
"Heh, more liquor! We're lucky tonight!"
"All thanks to Makino, bless that girl!"
"Yeah, best damn girl in the whole East Blue if you ask me!"
Kind, trusted, beloved… fuck, nothing hooks a man harder than that.
Jin slammed the barrels near the bar, dropped onto a stool, and let violet eyes wander.
Hands calloused by nets and plows. Honest men, simple lives.
Too soft… but damn, that's what makes this place feel alive.
Then — the footsteps.
Soft, light, coming from behind the bar.
She stepped out.
Green hair tied under a checkered cloth. White blouse hugging curves sweet enough to snap a monk's will.
Big, clear eyes — like polished jade.
Rosy cheeks. Thin lips like flower petals.
And that smile — god fucking damn, that smile could melt bullets.
Holy motherfucking shit.
That's her. Makino.
"Good evening, sir," she chimed, voice warm as fresh bread. "Can I get you something?"
Get me something?
Fuck, I can think of a hundred filthy answers, you wouldn't say with kids in the room. God, my heart's hammering like a caged beast.
Jin swallowed, forcing the wolf grin down.
"Not here to drink. Brought your booze delivery," he managed, jerking a thumb at the barrels. "Is the owner around?"
Surprise danced in those pretty eyes. Then she giggled — god, that giggle — and said:
"That would be me."
Fuck me sideways. Sweet, shy, polite… and she owns the place? Goddamn, that hits harder than a punch to the face.
"I'll help unload," she offered, starting to step around.
"No need," Jin said quick, voice rougher than planned. "Already hauled 'em in. Just peek over."
Makino leaned forward, pressing delicate hands on the bar.
And Christ almighty, the universe stopped.
Blouse dipped, collar stretched, soft white skin curved into a mouth-watering canyon of cleavage.
Holy mother of fuck… that view.
Round, pale, perfect. Fuck, fuck, fuck — my blood's boiling, cock twitching, heart slamming against my ribs.
Shit, I'm gonna nosebleed like a perverted schoolboy. Calm the fuck down, Jin. You fucking animal.
She straightened up, oblivious, still smiling.
God, innocence is a dangerous fucking weapon.
"These two barrels should total 8,000 Beli," she said, eyes kind. "Do you have the merchant's invoice?"
Jin sucked in air. "Yeah, but… listen, Makino-san… got a favor to ask."
She tilted her head. Fuck, even that made something tighten in his gut.
"Could I maybe crash here a while? Just the floor. Won't bother you."
Worry flickered across her face. "It's just me living here. I'd rather—"
"Look, I'm ten," Jin cut in, voice dropping low and hoarse. "Tall, yeah, but just a kid. And here — signed proof, captain's note."
Fuck, I hate begging, but this one's worth it.
Makino's brow knit as she read. Lips slightly parted, lashes brushing her cheeks.
Damn, girl, don't look so soft when I'm trying to play it cool. You're making it hard. Literally.
She finally nodded, cheeks pink.
"If it's just the floor… and just for a bit… alright."
Jin's grin curled, wolfish, unstoppable.
"Promise I won't peek upstairs."
Liar. But fuck, I'd keep it at a peek, I swear. Maybe.
Makino flushed deeper, eyes darting away.
Holy hell, this is dangerous. That smile could turn devils into saints… or make a killer want to put down his blade.
She bent forward to pull the receipt, neckline shifting again.
Shit, there it is again… round, pale, so close I can smell her.
Fuck me, I want to bury my face in it, bite it, mark it.
You horny son of a bitch, Jin — down, boy, down.
Makino looked up, still sweet, still unaware.
"I'll fetch you a blanket," she said gently.
Windmill Village, huh?
Thought I'd only find sake here. Turns out… there's treasure sweeter than gold.
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