'This is it,' Rayleigh thought.
Not just the end of his life—
But the end of everything that had ever given that life weight.
His gaze drifted, unfocused.
Shakky… the woman who had stood beside him for decades… now moved without hesitation, her body bending to another man's rhythm.
No resistance. No anger. Only quiet acceptance.
His comrades were gone.
Scattered.
Erased.
And the dream they had once carried across the seas… the dream that had burned so brightly under Roger's banner—
had twisted into something unrecognizable.
A curse.
Something that only brought ruin to those who still believed in it.
The pain dulled.
The rage faded.
Even the shame—once so sharp it felt unbearable—slipped away into a distant, hollow echo.
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Lakeman saw the light leave Rayleigh's eyes. The defiance, the will, it crumbled into ash. He smirked, increasing the pace of his thrusts between Shakky's tits.
Swish. Swish. Shhh.
Slurp slurp.
"Uummm, Shakky's tits… mouth… pussy… asshole… all are top class. Such an enjoyable piece of meat." He moaned the words, a deliberate, sadistic praise. "Don't you want to know why she betrayed you, Rayleigh? The great Dark King? Don't you wonder?"
Rayleigh just stared, his eyes glassy. But he didn't ask. Nothing mattered.
"What could she get from an old man like you?" Lakeman asked, his voice dripping with contempt.
"Hiding in the shadows. Running from Marine patrols. Living in the grime of Sabaody's back alleys. Now?" He thrust hard, making Shakky gasp. "oohhh"
"Now she has a young, virile cock fucking her every day, filling every hole, giving her pleasures your old bones couldn't imagine. And status? She now rules the world, Rayleigh. She sits with the Five Elders. Speaks with my voice, commanding and changing world. Even a dumb bitch knows how to choose between a gutter and a throne. And Shakky… she was never dumb. Only Bitch"
He was building to a climax, his movements becoming urgent, brutal.
Swish. Swish. Slurp. Shh. Slurp.
Shakky kept up, her mouth open and waiting.
"Open your mouth, bitch!" he roared.
Shakky obeyed instantly, tilting her head back, presenting her mouth like an offering.
Lakeman pulled his cock from between her breasts, fisted it, and with a final, powerful shudder, unleashed with moan filled with satisfaction.
"Aahhh"
Thick, white ropes shot out, landing with audible splats onto her tongue, painting the inside of her mouth.
She didn't flinch. She held it, her eyes on his, until the last pulse faded, then closed her mouth and swallowed in one loud, deliberate gulp.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
A thin trickle escaped the corner of her lips, and her pink tongue snaked out to collect it.
She stood, fluid and graceful, as if she hadn't just been used as a cocksleeve and cum receptacle.
"Master," she asked, her voice smooth and unwavering, laced with quiet allure. "Should we kill Rayleigh now… or do you have other plans?"
Lakeman's gaze lowered.
The playful cruelty that had lingered on his face moments ago was gone.
What remained was something colder.
Distant.
As if the man beneath him no longer deserved even the effort of amusement.
"Kill him," he said flatly.
"No need to waste another moment on trash."
Something shifted.
Until now, his Conqueror's Haki had been a weight—crushing, suffocating, but still something one could resist.
Now—
it changed.
The air itself tightened.
Rayleigh felt it instantly.
A pressure that didn't fall on him—
but closed in from every direction.
His ribs gave first.
A sharp, splintering creak echoed from his chest.
Then came his limbs, pinned against the marble, as the invisible force tightened further. It wasn't a strike. There was no impact.
It was the world itself… closing.
He tried to scream—
Nothing came.
The air was forced out of his lungs before sound could form.
His bones began to give.
Slowly at first.
Then all at once.
—Crack.
—-Crack.
—Snap.
The sound was dry. Hollow.
Like branches breaking deep in a silent forest.
His vision blurred.
Through the haze, he saw them—
The women.
Watching.
Faces flushed.
Eyes bright.
Not with fear—
but something far worse.
Excitement.
Shakky stood among them.
At Lakeman's side.
Calm.
Composed.
Her gaze steady… almost appreciative.
—--
Seeing this all, Something burned inside Rayleigh.
One last time.
Resentment.
Shame.
A rage so deep it felt molten.
It forced air back into his lungs.
Forced life into a body that was already collapsing.
"AAAHHHHHH—!"
The scream tore free—
and died just as quickly.
The pressure peaked.
And then—
everything ended.
His body didn't simply break.
It folded inward.
Bones shattered.
Organs collapsed.
And in the next instant—
He exploded.
A violent burst of red mist spread outward.
Fragments scattered across the floor in a wide, wet circle.
Makino stood closest.
She didn't even have time to react.
She was drenched.
"Aah—!"
She staggered back, hands flying to her face, wiping frantically at the warm, slick mess coating her skin.
Her breath hitched.
Her body trembled.
The others laughed.
Soft.
Light.
Almost playful.
"Oh, Makino…"
"You're completely covered…"
"Master's power… it's overwhelming…"
—---
Lakeman didn't react to the explosion. His eyes had gone distant for a fraction of a second, his focus turning inward as the system notification continued chiming in his head.
[Ding..]
[Bound Genius, Silvers Rayleigh – Deceased]
[Initiating Final Feedback]
[Physique +10, +10, +9, +8…]
[Spirit +7, +5, +5, +4…]
[Observation Haki +9, +8, +9, +7…]
[Armament Haki +9, +7, +8, +6…]
[Conqueror's Haki +8, +8, +7, +9…]
[Swordsmanship +9, +9, +8, +8…]
A torrent of power, knowledge, and refined skill flooded into him.
It was a familiar sensation, but this one was vast, deep, the accumulated zenith of a legend's lifetime.
He felt his already dense muscles tighten further, his senses expanding, his understanding of the flow of battle, of the subtle applications of all three forms of Haki, deepening in an instant.
The feedback loops cycled, integrating Rayleigh's peak into his own demigod foundation.
[System Update Initiating… Remaining Time: 30 Days]
'An update?' Lakeman's internal focus sharpened.
His Genius Binding System had been his key to everything. Since its awakening, it had allowed him to form one-way bonds with individuals of extraordinary talent.
Their training, their progress, their hard-won skills—everything they gained was fed back to him passively.
It was how, before even reaching twenty, he had ascended to a realm of power that took the hidden ruler Imu four centuries to achieve.
Rayleigh had been his third bond, a fortuitous encounter years ago.
'The man's constant, subconscious training had been a steady, powerful stream feeding Lakeman's growth. And he chose to dam that stream himself,' Lakeman thought coldly.
'Came looking for revenge and found only humiliation and an end. His choice. I'd have been content to keep banging his woman while he unknowingly fueled my power for the rest of his life.'
The internal notifications faded. He turned his attention outward.
The villa area was partially destroyed by their battles.
He glanced at Shakky, who was watching him with attentive dark eyes, awaiting her next command. Her loyalty, her betrayal of Rayleigh, had been spectacularly satisfying.
"Such a loyal servant deserves a reward," he said, his voice back to its controlled calm.
He raised a hand.
A faint, grayish aura emanated from his palm, washing over the bloody remains of Rayleigh.
This was his double-awakened Steal-Steal Fruit power.
It didn't just steal objects or abilities in the moment; it could extract and condense the very essence of a life—their vitality, their Haki potential, their accumulated strength.
The gore dissolved, not into nothingness, but into a swirling, condensed substance.
From the Rayleigh-mass, a single, pulsating red pill coalesced in his hand, radiating immense, contained power.
From the combined remains of the lesser crewmates, a smaller, duller pill formed.
From Jabba's remains, another potent red pill, nearly identical to Rayleigh's, took shape.
He held the first, brightest pill out to Shakky. "Eat it."
Without hesitation, she stepped forward, took his wrist, and guided his fingers to her mouth.
She slid the pill past her lips, her tongue swirling sensually around his fingertips before she pulled back and swallowed. "Thank you, Master."
The effect was immediate.
A cocoon of vibrant, green energy—pure life force—erupted from around her, enveloping her completely.
Within the translucent shell, her form shimmered, muscles subtly redefining, her presence growing denser, more potent.
She was evolving, absorbing the peak Admiral-level essence of Silvers Rayleigh into her own mid-Admiral-level foundation.
He turned. "Stussy."
The blonde CP0 commander, who had been watching with a sly smile, stepped forward.
He tossed her the pill from Jabba. She caught it, winked, and popped it into her mouth. A similar green cocoon sealed her, beginning her own ascension.
Finally, he looked at Makino, who was still wiping blood and viscera from her arms. He held up the smaller, combined pill.
"Makino. You've become quite the bad girl today."
He slapped her ass cheek, the sharp crack making her jump and yelp, then moan.
He pinched the pill between his fingers. "But I love my bad girls."
She opened her mouth, and he placed the pill on her tongue. She swallowed, and a weaker, but still significant, green aura enveloped her.
The essence of several veteran New World pirates would push her far beyond her humble origins.
He glanced at Robin and Mirana, who watched the transformations with keen interest but with jealousy-filled eyes.
Lily, Scarlet, Viola, and other girls were also jealous.
They were both bound by his system. Their growth was his growth.
Forcing power into them now would shortcut their potential and would not provide the feedback they could provide.
He would train them, hone them, let them climb as high as their genius aptitude, could take them. Then, he thought, when they near their limits, I'll fill them with power until they break the ceiling.
The green cocoons around the three women pulsed with light.
The other women gathered closer, watching with awe, their earlier arousal tempered by the spectacle of raw power transfer.
Lakeman stood amidst it all—the carnage, the evolving women, the lingering scent of sex and death.
He felt the new, solidified strength from Rayleigh's final feedback thrumming in his veins. He felt the impending system update ticking down in his mind.
[29 days, 23 hours, 47 minutes remaining till system update.]
He smiled. The world thought it knew power. \
The Emperors, the Admirals, the hidden schemers.
They were all playing in a sandbox.
He was the child poised to kick that sandbox over. And he had the most beautiful toys to play with when he did.
The story was just beginning. And the first chapter had ended with the utter annihilation of a legend of an old era, and the feeding of his own growth.
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