With so ti left before the tea party officially began, Doflamingo and his group had arrived early. Katakuri had personally arranged accommodations for them on Cake Island. However, there was a minor twist—Gion, for reasons unknown, didn't have a separate room. Instead, she was assigned to Claudius's quarters, possibly due to her role as a "maid."
Doflamingo, on the other hand, was given his own room, as befitting his status.
Claudius, of course, had no objections to the arrangent, but Gion was far from comfortable with the situation.
The mont they entered the room, Claudius turned around to shut the door. Gion, whose face was already slightly flushed, was filled with conflicting emotions. Her mind kept replaying the scene earlier when Claudius had blatantly grabbed her chest, and now, sharing a room with him only heightened her unease.
Her first instinct was to warn Claudius not to try anything inappropriate. But as soon as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted.
Just as Gion began angrily, "You—" Claudius's expression shifted sharply. Without warning, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her close, and covered her mouth. The next thing she knew, his lips were pressed firmly against hers.
Gion froze, her eyes wide with shock. What… what is happening? she thought. This is my first kiss!
Her brain short-circuited as she struggled to process the situation. Claudius's sudden, forceful action caught her completely off guard, leaving her stunned and montarily unable to resist.
Unbeknownst to her, Claudius wasn't acting out of romantic impulse. His sudden move was born out of caution. This room had been prepared by the Big Mom Pirates, and Claudius didn't trust them not to have planted surveillance devices. Charlotte Linlin was infamous for her cunning, and Claudius wasn't willing to take any chances.
When Gion opened her mouth earlier, she was dangerously close to blurting out sothing that could jeopardize their mission. To prevent any slip-ups, Claudius had taken the most drastic and opportunistic asure available.
Of course, he could have simply covered her mouth with his hand. But when presented with an opportunity like this, who in their right mind would pass it up?
Initially, Claudius had intended to stop the kiss after a brief mont and explain the situation to Gion. However, to his surprise, she didn't struggle. Instead, she seed completely dazed, as if caught up in the mont.
Realizing this, Claudius quickly adjusted his mindset. If she's going to let this happen, why not make the most of it? he thought. He put all his effort into the kiss, determined to make it a mont Gion wouldn't forget.
Despite being a Vice Admiral, Gion was still a woman. And for all her toughness, she couldn't deny that Claudius was handso, powerful, and charismatic. Over ti, she had developed a faint fondness for him, though she would never admit it aloud.
It wasn't long before Gion snapped back to reality. Feeling the warmth of Claudius's lips, she panicked, her expression shifting to one of alarm. She quickly pushed him away with both hands, her voice trembling as she tried to speak.
But Claudius was faster. This ti, he clamped a hand over her mouth and gestured for her to be quiet, pointing around the room to emphasize his caution.
Gion, though flustered, wasn't foolish. She imdiately understood the unspoken warning. Of course, she thought, this room could be bugged. How could I be so careless?
She nodded in acknowledgnt, signaling that she understood. Only then did Claudius release her, letting out a quiet sigh of relief.
Feigning nonchalance, Claudius said, "That guy earlier was too rude, staring at you like that. He should have realized you're my woman."
Gion's face turned beet red at his bold statent, but she played along, her voice soft and slightly shaky. "Your Highness, this is Cake Island. Even Master Doflamingo wouldn't dare act presumptuously here. Shouldn't you restrain yourself as well?"
Doflamingo's status as the King of Dressrosa made it reasonable for Gion to address Claudius as "Your Highness" while maintaining her cover.
Claudius nodded, casually continuing the conversation while extending his Observation Haki throughout the room. He carefully searched for any hidden surveillance equipnt, using the opportunity to tease Gion relentlessly.
"Maybe we should strike a few poses," he suggested with a smirk. "Or take a bath together. You know, just to make it convincing."
Gion glared at him, her face practically glowing red, but she had no choice but to endure his antics. Her embarrassnt deepened as Claudius continued making outrageous suggestions, each one more shaless than the last.
Though his search revealed no signs of monitoring devices, Claudius seed to enjoy himself too much to stop. He combed through the room three or four tis, all while finding new ways to fluster Gion.
Eventually, Gion couldn't take it anymore. Claudius's ridiculous comnts—such as "Why don't I put you in a Marine uniform and see how it feels to conquer the Navy?"—were the final straw.
Without warning, she delivered a swift kick to his backside, sending him sprawling onto the bed.
"What are you doing? Do you really think of yourself as a Marine?" Claudius asked, feigning surprise.
"I am a Marine!" Gion snapped, her voice filled with frustration.
"Ahem, this is all for safety, you know," Claudius replied, rubbing his backside. He quickly dropped the teasing tone, seeing that Gion was genuinely annoyed.
"Safety, huh?" Gion muttered, her cheeks still flushed. "I think you just enjoy ssing with ."
Realizing she had spoken too bluntly, she quickly changed the subject. "Listen, Claudius. I'm an Admiral candidate, and while I understand the necessity of this mission, let warn you, if you try anything inappropriate, I won't hesitate to make you regret it!"
Claudius chuckled and rolled onto his side. "Relax. We're on a mission, rember? Besides, there's a bed right here. You can sleep there if you want. There's also a bathroom. You can use it if you like. Suit yourself."
Gion frowned. "Shouldn't you be a gentleman and let take the bed?"
"And where am I supposed to sleep?" Claudius asked, raising an eyebrow.
"On the floor," Gion replied hesitantly.
Claudius snorted. "The floor? Gion, have so perspective. I'm Celestial Dragon royalty. Do you really think I'd stoop so low as to sleep on the floor?!"
Gion rolled her eyes. "What, did soone bring you a bed when you were stranded on a desert island?"
The jab hit its mark, and Claudius coughed awkwardly, montarily at a loss for words. Without bothering to respond, he began unbuttoning his shirt.
"What are you doing?!" Gion exclaid, stepping back in alarm.
"I'm taking a bath," Claudius replied matter-of-factly. "I've been wearing this face paint all day. It's uncomfortable, and I can't sleep like this. Surely even you can't object to washing up."
Before Gion could argue further, Claudius removed his shirt, revealing his toned upper body. He tossed the garnt aside and made his way to the bathroom, wearing nothing but his boxers.
Gion stood frozen, unsure whether to be flustered, annoyed, or both. Is this man completely shaless? she wondered.
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