Chapter 30: The Great Armpit Misunderstanding
**Sunny's POV**
The morning sunlight slipped through the curtains like a nosy neighbor, casting lazy golden beams across my room in Cocoyasi Village. Normally, I'd be up at the crack of dawn, pushing my Haki to new limits—channeling Bang's fluid martial arts into a seamless dance, weaving Jiro's Knocking precision to disarm imaginary foes, or testing Space Crunch to fold the void like origami. But lately? I was bored out of my mind. With six seals active, my power could casually erase a kingdom the size of Alabasta or even Australia without me breaking a sweat. The strength was there, pulsing in my veins like a constant void-blue hum, but the thrill? Gone. I was a max-level pirate in a beginner's sea, itching for something to spark my interest.
So, I turned to [System]'s inventory, that magical digital vault holding everything from shattered bisento shards to tangerine seeds from Belle-mère's grove. Digging through, I found a treasure: my old Earth PC, complete with headphones, a creaky mouse, a keyboard with half the letters worn off, and my ancient phone, still at 73% battery. "No way," I muttered, a grin spreading across my face. "Guess I'm a gamer again."
Setting it up felt like stepping back in time. The familiar hum of the PC fan was like a lullaby, and I slipped on the headphones, diving into a YouTube binge. The first video on my homepage? The Minecraft movie—blocky zombies riding chickens, pixelated chaos, pure nostalgia. I was halfway through, chuckling at a chicken jockey scene, when that annoying cosmic voice piped up.
[RBG]: "Well, well, Sunny boy… block men on chickens? Ara ara, your tastes are as basic as your pre-Haki punches. Umu, thought you'd aim higher."
I groaned, pausing the video. "What now, RBG? Another god-level boss fight? Or are you just here to roast my video choices? If it's not a dimension-shattering brawl, I don't care."
[RBG]'s laughter rolled through my head like thunder. "Nah, kid. I'm feeling playful today. Let's stir up some fun—something to make your heart race without a fight. Umu, you'll thank me later… or curse me. Either way, it's gonna be gold!"
His voice faded, leaving a knot of dread in my gut. I shrugged it off—how bad could RBG's "fun" be? Famous last words.
**Aqua's POV**
I was lounging by the river, my toes dipping into the cool water as I practiced my goddess spells, summoning tiny fountains that sparkled in the sunlight to impress a gaggle of village kids. The sun warmed my skin, my blue dress fluttered in the breeze, and I was daydreaming about Sunny—his void-blue Haki glow, his messy hair, the way his grin made my heart do cartwheels. Then, out of nowhere, RBG's voice slithered into my head like a mischievous eel.
[RBG]: "Psst, Aqua! Wanna know Sunny's deepest, darkest secret? it's juicy—he's *obsessed* with armpits. bet he dreams about 'em every night!"
I froze, my fountain spell collapsing into a sad puddle. "Eh!? Sunny… likes *armpits*?!" I yelped, loud enough to make the kids scatter, giggling like I'd lost my mind. I waved them off, my cheeks burning. At first, I laughed—RBG was a cosmic troll, always stirring up trouble. But curiosity clawed at me. "Ara ara, no way… but what if? Umu, I gotta check!"
Sneaking into Sunny's room was a breeze—he was off training or napping somewhere. I crept under his bed, expecting dust bunnies or maybe a stray sock. Instead, I found *them*: stacks of glossy magazines, at least a thousand, each page bursting with women posing dramatically, arms lifted high, armpits displayed like they were the main attraction at a pirate festival. My heart pounded, my face flaming. "This… this is Sunny's secret fetish?!" I whispered, clutching one magazine like it was a sacred relic. "Ara ara, armpits? That's… weird, but if it's Sunny, it's kinda cute! Umu, I can work with this!"
My goddess brain spiraled: *Should I tease him? Show off mine? Wait, are my armpits even good enough?* I grabbed one magazine as "evidence" and sprinted to the kitchen, where Nami and Nojiko were peeling tangerines, the air sweet with citrus.
"Nami! Nojiko! Emergency goddess meeting!" I shouted, bursting in and slamming the magazine on the table, making tangerines roll everywhere.
Nami raised an eyebrow, her orange ponytail bouncing as she caught a runaway fruit. "What now, Aqua? Did you flood the village again? Ara ara, you're a walking disaster."
Nojiko chuckled, wiping her hands on her green apron, her blue hair tucked behind her ear. "Umu, you look like you've seen a Sea King. Spill it."
I shoved the magazine at them, pages flapping open to a particularly bold armpit pose. "Sunny's into armpits! RBG told me, and look—proof!"
Nami's jaw dropped, her tangerine hitting the floor with a splat. "Armpits?! That's… disgusting! And why's RBG spilling Sunny's secrets? Ara ara, this is ridiculous!"
Nojiko flipped through the magazine, her cheeks pinkening as she studied the glossy photos. "Ara ara, these are… detailed. Umu, you really think Sunny's hiding this? He doesn't seem the type."
I nodded like my head was on a spring. "RBG wouldn't lie! We have to test it! Umu, think about it—if Sunny likes armpits, we can totally mess with him!"
Nami groaned, facepalming so hard her forehead turned red. "Why does every RBG rumor turn into chaos with you?"
But doubt flickered in her gold-brown eyes, and Nojiko's smirk grew sly. "Ara ara, a test, huh? Umu, this could be hilarious. Let's see how Sunny handles it."
Operation Armpit Tease was officially launched.
**Sunny's POV**
Later, I was stretching in the living room, my muscles still aching from a morning Haki session where I'd accidentally warped a palm tree into a pretzel shape. The house was suspiciously quiet—never a good sign. I rolled my shoulders, my shirt riding up slightly, when I noticed Aqua sprawled across the couch, her arms lifted in an exaggerated stretch that looked straight out of a bad yoga tutorial. Her blue dress hugged her curves, and she held the pose way too long, her armpits practically winking at me.
"…What are you doing?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"N-nothing! Ara ara, it's just *so* hot today!" she chirped, her voice high and fake, her cheeks pink as she glanced at me expectantly, one arm still raised like she was posing for a portrait.
Before I could process that, Nami sauntered in, carrying a basket of tangerines, her orange hair loose and glowing in the sunlight. She paused dramatically, wiping "sweat" from her brow with a slow, deliberate motion that exposed her armpit. "Umu, yeah, scorching," she said, her voice dripping with teasing as she shot me a sly look.
Nojiko entered next, leaning against the wall with her arms folded behind her head, her green dress accentuating her calm confidence. "Ara ara, I could use a breeze," she said softly, her smile knowing, her posture showcasing her armpit like it was a prize.
"…Okay," I said, my confusion skyrocketing. "What the hell is this? Are you three auditioning for a deodorant ad or something?"
Aqua gasped, dropping her arms with a theatrical flourish. "Don't hide it, Sunny! We know your secret! You *love* armpits!"
"WHAT!?" I choked, nearly swallowing my tongue. My face burned hotter than a Marine battleship's cannon. "Armpits?! Where did you get *that* idea?!"
Nami crossed her arms, her smirk wicked. "Aqua found your secret stash under the bed. Magazines. Thousands of them. All about armpits. Ara ara, didn't peg you for a pit guy, Sunny."
Nojiko nodded, her cheeks faintly pink but her tone teasing. "Umu, it's… unique. Ara ara, we didn't know you had such specific tastes. Kinda cute, in a weird way."
I stared, horrified, my mind racing. "Stash? Magazines? I don't have—" Then it hit me. RBG. That cosmic troll had planted them! "This is a misunderstanding! RBG must've—"
Aqua cut me off, waving her hands like a windmill. "Denial! Ara ara, just admit it, Sunny! We won't judge… much! Umu, we're ready to give you what you want!"
The girls closed in, each flaunting their armpits like they were weapons in a Grand Line showdown. Aqua spun in a circle, her arms flailing dramatically. "See, Sunny? Goddess armpits are the best! Umu, look at this divine angle!"
Nami leaned in, her shirt slipping slightly to show more skin. "Ara ara, don't be shy, idiot. Mine are way better than hers. Smell like tangerines, too."
Nojiko tilted her head, her pose elegant but deliberate, her smile sly. "Umu, who knew armpits could make you sweat more than a fight? Ara ara, you're turning red, Sunny."
I backed against the wall, cornered like a rookie pirate facing an Admiral. "LISTEN—I DON'T LIKE ARMPITS!"
The room froze, the girls blinking in confusion, their arms still awkwardly raised.
Then my head voices decided to "help."
{Ego}: "Oops~ my bad. He's not into armpits. It's thighs. Tch, rookie mistake."
[System]: "Confirmed ♥ Sunny adores thighs. Wants to bury his face in them. Wants them wrapped around his head until he can't breathe. Fufufu, my darling deserves only the best thighs—mine, if I had any. ♥"
I twitched, my face draining of color. "STOP TALKING!!" I screamed, my voice cracking.
Three pairs of eyes lit up like Sea Kings spotting a shipwreck. Nami's smirk turned downright dangerous. "Ohhh… *thighs*, huh? Ara ara, now *that* makes sense."
Aqua clapped her hands, bouncing on her toes. "Thighs?! Umu, that's even better! Mine are divine—wanna test 'em, Sunny?" She wiggled her hips, her dress swishing to emphasize her point, her cheeks pink with glee.
Nojiko's smile was softer but no less mischievous. "Ara ara, poor Sunny. We've found your true weakness. Umu, thighs are much more… interactive."
I was doomed. Utterly, completely doomed.
**Evening Chaos**
Dinner was a nightmare of teasing. The girls sat closer than usual, their legs brushing mine under the table. Aqua "accidentally" dropped her fork and bent down to grab it, her thigh grazing my knee as she resurfaced with a grin. "Oops! Umu, clumsy me! Ara ara, did you like that, Sunny?"
Nami kicked off her sandals, stretching her legs across my lap under the table. "Ara ara, just giving you what you want, idiot," she said, her voice teasing as she wiggled her toes, her thigh pressing against me.
Nojiko leaned in, her hand resting on my arm, her leg brushing mine with a slow, deliberate motion. "Umu, you're awfully quiet, Sunny. Ara ara, too distracted by our… assets?"
Belle-mère, watching from the kitchen doorway with her cigarette, nearly choked on her coffee. "Ara ara, you kids are ridiculous! Sunny, you're gonna need a stronger Haki to survive this thigh trap!"
I buried my face in my hands, my cheeks burning. "This is RBG's fault. I'm gonna kill that troll."
**Bedtime Torture**
Bedtime was pure, unfiltered torture. The girls piled into my bed, each in lacy lingerie that left little to the imagination, deliberately flaunting their thighs like they were competing for a Grand Line title. Nami slid under my left arm, her bare leg crossing over mine, her skin warm and smooth. "Good night, idiot," she whispered, kissing my cheek, her thigh pressing against me with a teasing squeeze. "Ara ara, don't dream too much about *these*."
Aqua straddled my lap for a moment, giggling as she adjusted her position, her thighs brushing my sides. "Sleep well, Sunny~ Umu, my thighs are divine enough for your dreams, right?" She winked, then flopped beside me, her leg draped over mine, her lips grazing my jaw in a quick, cheeky kiss.
Nojiko curled up on my right, her thigh pressed against mine, her hand resting on my chest. "Ara ara, you're not getting any rest tonight," she murmured, her voice soft but playful. "Umu, sweet dreams, big brother." Her kiss was gentle, lingering on my forehead, but her thigh shifted just enough to make my heart race.
{Ego}: "Ara ara, buried alive in thighs—tragic, but what a way to go! Umu, you're pathetic, Sunny, but this is comedy gold."
[System]: "Sunny-sama… please… don't forget me. I love you more than their thighs, their armpits, their anything! Fufufu, if they press any closer, I'll erase them from existence. ♥"
I stared at the ceiling, wide-eyed, my face a furnace, praying for sleep to end this madness. Somewhere, RBG was laughing his cosmic head off, and I was paying the price—in thighs, teasing, and endless, ridiculous romance.