The afternoon sun blazed across the Sabaody Archipelago, casting long shadows through the mangrove groves as Lily coordinated the final preparations for departure.
Her silver hair, swept into an impeccable bun, caught the light as she directed a legion of maids carrying supplies toward the luxury cruise ship docked at Grove forty-four.
"Handle the perishables first," Lily commanded, her voice carrying over the commotion of loading. "Master's tastes demand fresh ingredients for the journey."
Shakky stood at the gangplank, a clipboard in hand, her dark hair billowing in the sea breeze.
She wore fitted leather pants and a deep crimson jacket that accentuated her toned physique—her evolved body radiating an almost tangible aura of power.
"CP agents have secured the perimeter," Shakky reported, checking off items on her list. "Fifty operatives embedded among the crew, all loyal to Master through the binding."
"Excellent." Lily's eyes swept across the deck. "The training facilities have been installed below deck. Master expects his women to maintain their regimen even during transit."
"Of course." Shakky's lips curved into a knowing smile. "He'll want entertainment during the journey. I've prepared the main cabin, though I doubt we'll spend much time there."
"Unlikely," Lily agreed, her maid's uniform pristine despite the chaos of preparations. "The deck, the captain's quarters, the galley—every surface on this ship will serve Master's pleasure."
The two women exchanged a look of understanding. Years of service had taught them to anticipate his needs before he voiced them.
By evening, the last of the supplies had been loaded. Crates of fine wines, exotic fruits, and rare delicacies filled the cargo hold.
The vessel, a three-masted luxury cruiser outfitted with the finest amenities money and influence could procure, gleamed under the setting sun.
Its white hull reflected pink and gold, and the figurehead—a carved woman with flowing hair—seemed to watch the horizon with eager anticipation.
Lakeman boarded with his entourage, walking leisurely up the gangplank as though departure for Impel Down was as routine as a morning stroll.
Robin walked beside him, her dark hair catching the wind. Behind them, Viola, Scarlett, Makino, and Mirana followed in tight formation.
"Master." Lily bowed as he stepped onto the deck. "All preparations are complete."
"Good." Lakeman's eyes swept across the ship, assessing its condition with a critical gaze. "Set sail."
The anchor lifted with a grinding of chains. The sails unfurled, catching the evening wind.
The vessel began to move, cutting through the crystalline waters of the archipelago's edge, leaving behind the bubble-protected islands of Sabaody.
Lakeman settled into a recliner on the main deck, his body relaxed against the cushioned surface.
His eyes found the women who had taken positions on the open training area—a section of deck cleared and reinforced for combat practice.
Shakky stood at the center, her posture commanding. "Positions. We'll begin with haki enhancement drills."
Robin, Viola, Scarlett, Stell, Lily, and the other women spread out in formation.
Their bodies, enhanced through Lakeman's life essence and rigorous training, moved with fluid grace. Even at rest, they radiated power that dwarfed most New World veterans.
"Haki's infusion," Shakky announced. "Focus your will into your strikes. The goal is density, not range."
The training began.
Robin's arms sprouted from the deck beneath her, multiplying as she practiced redirecting attacks with her Devil Fruit.
Viola's eyes glowed briefly as she activated her observation haki, tracking movements in real-time.
Scarlett moved through sword forms, her blade cutting visible arcs through the air.
The women were sweating within minutes.
Perspiration dripped down their bodies, soaking through their thin training clothes. The fabric clung to curves, outlining the toned physiques beneath.
Robin's dark hair was plastered to her neck and shoulders. Viola's tight top revealed every contour of her enhanced form. Scarlett's practiced movements made her muscles flex in mesmerizing patterns.
Lakeman watched, amusement on his face.
His thoughts drifted to his previous visit to Impel Down.
—
The memory surfaced—Hancock on her knees before him, taking his cock deep in her throat, her devotion absolute even in the frozen depths of Level Five.
Robin's arms wrapped around him in his private villa, her body warming him through the eternal cold.
Lily's amazing service.
—
"My villa would still be there," he murmured to himself. "A pity Hancock is currently in Amazon Lily fulfilling her role as empress."
He shifted in the recliner, his cock hardening as the memories merged with the present sights.
The women continued their training, unaware of his gaze roaming across their sweat-soaked forms. Shakky's yell cut through the sounds of bodies in motion.
"Switch partners! Robin, Viola—spar. Full contact."
Robin and Viola faced each other. Robin's armament haki-coated arms sprouted from every angle, creating a defensive network. Viola's observation haki merged with her fruit's ability to let her read each move before Robin made it, dodging and countering with precision strikes.
The clash was breathtaking.
Lakeman's hand moved to his pants, freeing his erection. It stood thick and proud, jutting from his body like a weapon. His eyes never left the training women.
"Koala."
The orange-haired maid stepped forward from her position near the recliner. She had been purchased by Stussy at a Marijoa auction years ago.
No Fishman Tiger rebellion had freed her in this timeline—she had never joined any revolutionary army. She had always been his toy, trained to serve in every capacity.
She knelt without being asked, her large purple eyes widening as she took in his massive cock.
"Master needs relief," she whispered, her voice trembling.
He grabbed her hair and pushed her head down.
"Gwakhh—"
Her throat stretched obscenely around his girth.
Tears sprang to her eyes from the sudden invasion, but she didn't resist. Stussy's obedience training had been thorough—failure meant punishment far worse than any discomfort.
"Slurp... slurp... gawk—"
He used her mouth like a toy, guiding her head with both hands as he watched the women train. Each thrust sent his cock deep into her throat, her esophagus bulging with his size.
"Mmph—gahhh—"
Koala's hands gripped his thighs for balance. Her throat worked frantically, trying to accommodate him while still drawing breath. The wet sounds of her servicing echoed across the deck.
Slurrp.
Slurrp.
Gawk—
On the training floor, Robin and Viola continued their spar. Neither acknowledged what was happening by the recliner. Training required focus, and their master's activities were not to be interrupted.
"Your form has improved," Shakky noted, circling them. "But your Haki's infusion lacks penetration. Again."
The women restarted their drill. Bodies clashed, sweated, and reset.
Throughout it all, Lakeman's pleasure continued.
He glanced down at Koala, whose face was wet with tears and saliva. Her purple eyes looked up at him, pleading. She needed approval, needed to know she was doing well.
"Deeper," he commanded.
She pushed herself forward, taking more of him despite her throat's protest. Her muscles convulsed around his tip, the sensation pulling a groan from his chest.
"Mmhh"
Slurp... slurp... gawk—
"Good slut."
The simple praise made her eyes close in relief. She worked harder, her tongue swirling around what she could reach, her throat relaxing as much as possible.
Lakeman's attention drifted back to the training women. Each curve, each drop of sweat, each movement fueled his arousal.
'As for other beauties in the revolutionary army,' he thought, dragging Koala's head up and down with increasing speed, "Belo Betty will be mine soon. I don't like Ginny, unlike her daughter Bonnie, so wait until she gives birth to Bonnie. When I crush those Revolutionary Army bugs. Their beauties will be mine to spoil."
His balls tightened as familiar pressure built at his spine.
"Gawk—slurp—gwahhh—"
He came without warning.
"Aahmm, Take it all in, Bitch."
Thick ropes of cum shot down Koala's throat.
She swallowed desperately, her throat working to process the flood.
Gulp. Gulp.
But it was too much—his enhanced body produced more than any normal woman could handle. The white fluid backed up, leaking from the corners of her mouth despite her frantic gulping.
"Glk—glk—mmph—"
He held her head in place until every pulse had emptied.
When he finally released her, she pulled back, gasping.
Gasp–
"Cough.. Cough.."
Cum covered her chin, her cheeks, even her eyelashes. More had spilled onto the deck between his legs.
With Stussy's strict training. Koala knew what happened to maids who couldn't swallow it all.
With trembling hands, she leaned forward and began licking the spilled cum from the deck.
Her tongue traced across the wood, collecting every drop. She wiped her face with her fingers and licked those clean, too.
Slurrp.
"Good girl," Lakeman said, his voice lazy with satisfaction. "Clean yourself up. You'll be needed again tonight."
"Yes, Master." Her voice was hoarse, her throat raw, but gratitude colored her words.
He stood, tucking himself back into his pants.
The training session continued behind him, but his attention had shifted. The steady notifications from his system had been buzzing in his mind all day.
[Feedback from Doflamingo]
[Conqueror's haki +10, +10, +10...]
[Armament haki +20, +20, +10...]
[Observation haki +20, +30, +10...]
[Physique +50, +50, +40...]
[Devil Fruit proficiency +110, +100, +90...]
[Feedback from Kuzan]
[Armament haki +30, +25, +35...]
[Observation haki +40, +50, +45...]
[Physique +60, +60, +55...]
[Devil Fruit proficiency +150, +140, +130...]
[Feedback from Hancock]
[Conqueror's haki +15, +15, +10...]
[Armament haki +25, +30, +25...]
[Observation haki +20, +20, +15...]
[Physique +45, +50, +40...]
[Devil Fruit proficiency +90, +85, +80...]
.....
The notifications continued endlessly.
Every bound genius who trained contributed to his growth; their efforts multiplied tenfold through his system. His power climbed steadily, his demigod realm solidifying toward mid-level with each passing day.
He walked to the ship's railing, gazing at the endless ocean. The horizon stretched before him, empty except for the occasional sea king breaking the surface in the distance.
A week of sailing lay ahead. A week of training his women, of pounding their bodies, of watching his power grow through the system's feedback.
His thoughts drifted to his conversation with Imu.
—
{Flashback}
The room in Sabaody had been sealed with multiple barriers—soundproof, impact-proof, explosion-proof.
Every precaution for what had happened throughout the month.
Imu sat on the bed, her transparent skin glowing with inner light. Her Rinnegan-like eyes fixed on him with an intensity that belied her ethereal beauty.
"Zunesha, the elephant lord, is at the demigod level," she began, her tone cold. "It cannot fight or attack others actively because of the punishment and curse it received from Joy Boy more than eight hundred years ago."
Lakeman tilted his head. "The ancient elephant?"
"Even when attacked or injured, it won't fight back. Another reason is its care for the Mink tribe, which has established cities across its back for hundreds of years." Imu's eyes narrowed.
"However, all those rules are for weaklings. If you, who has also reached the demigod realm, were to approach it... sensing a real threat to its life, it might forget all rules, promises, and bindings. It might fight with all its strength."
Her voice dropped. "It was in the demigod realm even hundreds of years ago. Now, no one knows its true capabilities. It might even be able to kill you."
Lakeman chuckled, leaning back on his hands. "Hey, I can't hide in Marijoa for my whole life because of an elephant. Is it?"
His attempt at humor earned him a cold glare. Imu's expression remained frozen as she continued.
"A mindless deep-sea monster, turned from the patriarch of the Davy Jones clan, resides in the Florian Triangle. It was also a demigod-class warrior eight hundred years ago, before it turned into a demigod-class mindless sea monster." Her lips curved into a mocking smile. "It can also kill you. How is it interesting, isn't it?"
"Continue," he said, his tone growing serious.
"Not only that." Imu stood, her liquid-void hair flowing around her. "There were four demigod-level sea kings during the Void Century, more than eight hundred years ago. I drove them to the depths of the calm belt with help from the ancient weapons."
She fixed him with a look. "And now, even I don't know if their number has increased inside the Calm Belt, or if they've grown stronger." Her smile turned predatory. "It seems you've traveled through the Calm Belt many times to fuck that slut Hancock in Amazon Lily. Fufu."
His expression shifted. The casual confidence wavered.
"I've also heard you traveled to Windmill Village to capture that bar girl—what was her name, Makino?" Imu's eyes gleamed. "You killed Shanks there. And you came in contact with Monkey D. Luffy, the current wielder of the Nikka fruit."
The air in the room grew heavy.
"I can't say whether you have good luck or bad luck." Her voice softened dangerously.
"The Nikka fruit hides the will of Joy Boy—a true god-level being. Perhaps you didn't wield much malice toward its container, Luffy, at that time. Otherwise, even at the expense of being unable to be reborn for another eight hundred years... he might have killed you like crushing an ant."
Silence filled the sealed room.
Lakeman's confidence had been replaced by unease.
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