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In the throes of his teenage hormones, Luffy finds solace in the privacy of his hammock, his hand wrapped around his throbbing member. He pictures Nami, Robin, and Hancock, their lush bodies pressed against his, their moans filling his ears. His grip tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent as he visualizes their tongues exploring his body, their hands caressing his every curve. His imagination runs wild, pushing him closer to the edge, until he finally erupts, his body shuddering with release.