It was well known that Devil Fruit users often underwent some degree of physical transformation after consuming a fruit. For Zoan-type users, the changes were even more apparent. Even in their humanoid forms, traces of their animal nature would linger on their bodies.
Ada Wong, who already carried the seductive air of a femme fatale, experienced significant changes after consuming the Snake-Snake Fruit.
The most notable among them was her tongue now longer, thinner, and with a strange, hypnotic elegance. Her throat had also become extraordinarily flexible, like that of a seasoned contortionist trained in ancient arts.
An ordinary person would've gagged long ago.
No one else on the ship could match her, not even 2B with all her mechanical enhancements.
When Ada saw the astonishment on Ethan Chen's face, her alluring eyes twinkled with mischief. She slowly withdrew, leaving a trail of glistening moisture, and let the tip fall gently against his abdomen.
She grasped him again, teasing with slow, fluid movements. Then, with a smile of pure delight, she pressed her flawless cheek against him and said, "So? Does that count as a proper apology?"
"If it's an apology, then it should be sincere and complete. Asking if I'm satisfied after just the beginning isn't exactly the way to do that."
"If you didn't hate it, that means you liked it, right?"
"I never said that. Don't go putting words in my mouth."
Ada leaned forward, placing a kiss upon the crown jewel in her hand. Then, as if savoring a delicacy, she took him in once more, skillfully demonstrating the uncanny flexibility she had gained.
Ethan ran a hand through her sleek black hair, perfectly styled like the night sky. Then, gripping it suddenly, he pushed down with a force that would've made others wince.
But Ada's expression didn't change. Not even a flicker of discomfort.
It was one of the benefits of the Snake-Snake Fruit.
While she couldn't swallow prey many times her size like a true serpent, her throat had gained remarkable elasticity and endurance.
To her, it was a feast and she was devouring every bite.
Yet, the growing heat between her legs became impossible to ignore. The silk stockings clinging to her skin darkened with dampness, the fabric soaking and spreading with need.
She tried to ease it with her fingers, rubbing and pressing in a desperate attempt to stem the ache.
But fingers weren't enough.
What she truly craved was the treasure in her mouth not the slender, familiar touch of her own hands.
Eventually, Ada lost control.
Lifting her tight red dress up to her waist, she tore a hole through her stockings and straddled Ethan's hips without hesitation.
Ethan didn't resist. He simply watched, calm and composed.
After all, this was her apology. It wouldn't be half as entertaining if she wasn't the one taking the initiative.
Ada gave him a playful, half-annoyed glare. "Letting a lady do all the work the first time? That's hardly gentlemanly."
"Gentlemanly behavior is relative. You did break into my room and interrupt my workout. That's not exactly ladylike either, is it?"
Seeing that Ethan still made no move, Ada bit her lip and slowly lowered herself onto him.
She pushed past resistance brief and tight before finally taking him in fully.
"Haah..." Her breath hitched, sweat already beading across her brow.
She didn't pause.
Instead, her hips began to move with reckless abandon. There was no finesse in her rhythm only pure instinct and raw need.
Whether grinding, circling, or dropping into deep lunges, she did as her body demanded.
Her pace quickened furious, frenzied as though her waist might snap from the effort.
It was a wild serpent's dance.
If Ethan hadn't witnessed it himself, he never would've believed this was her first time.
She was utterly unrestrained.
With each passing moment, Ethan found it harder to remain composed. Especially after what he'd just done with 2B, and the earlier performance involving Ada's transformed throat.
Desire burned within him like a rising tide.
Gripping her toned, silk-clad thighs, he flipped their positions, pinning her beneath him.
It was time for this serpent woman to taste the might of the dragon's spear.
He struck deep.
Ada's eyes fluttered as her back arched. Her lashes trembled, lips parted in silent shock.
But instead of retreating, she welcomed the assault. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in deeper.
As if saying, more give me everything.
Her body was impossibly resilient.
A silent challenge.
One she issued to him as a woman and to him as a captain.
Faced with such brazen provocation, Ethan didn't hold back.
He unleashed everything.
Every thrust sent shudders through her form, her cries echoing in the room like pleas and praises alike. The force of their collision rippled through her body, her smooth abdomen rising and falling with the rhythm.
It was a brutal battle.
Under such relentless pressure, it only took a few dozen strokes before Ada reached her limit. With a strangled cry, her eyes rolled back, her body tensed, and her long tongue spilled out, twitching as she convulsed.
But Ethan wasn't unscathed.
After his earlier session with 2B, followed by Ada's relentless test of his endurance and stamina, his reserves had finally run dry.
He collapsed onto her, breathing hard, satisfaction written across his face.
A worthy opponent indeed.
"Not bad," Ada panted after catching her breath. "Though... not as impressive as I imagined."
"Oh? I didn't realize the Snake-Snake Fruit made your mouth that sharp, too," Ethan said with a smirk, slapping her slick, stocking-clad thigh.
"Come on. Let's get cleaned up. You look like you just got dragged out of the sea."
"Be a gentleman," Ada said, reaching out her hand. "Help me up."
Ethan grasped it, easily pulling her into his arms.
It was then he noticed something odd.
Her hand.
It was... different.
Smoother. Softer. Like porcelain.
Gone were the calluses from years of handling weapons, from her life as an agent. Her fingers were delicate now like those of a noblewoman who had never lifted anything heavier than a teacup.
"What happened to your hands?" he asked, turning them gently in his grasp. "Where are the calluses?"
"I shed," she said simply. "They're gone."
Earlier, during dinner, Ada had excused herself to the washroom. She had sensed something shifting inside her body.
After peeling off a layer of skin, she felt completely reborn.
Her complexion was smoother, her skin glowing with new life. Even old scars and hardened patches of flesh had vanished with the shed layer.
Now, her skin was as flawless as fine ceramic.
"No kidding," Ethan murmured. "That's incredible."
Ada stuck out her tongue in response. This time, it split at the tip like a serpent's forked tongue.
"What did you expect?" she said. "I'm a snake now."
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