Chapter 60: Departure from Alabasta & Harem Torment Resumes
With another snap of my fingers, countless tiny protrusions grew across the surface of the lewd insect embedded in Vivi's urethra. They wriggled constantly—rubbing against her urethral walls—giving Vivi a sensation similar to urination but far more intensely stimulating.
After so much torment, Vivi's bladder was already bursting with urine. Previously masked by overwhelming pleasure—she hadn't noticed. But now, with the powerful stimulation in her urethra, the intense urge to pee surged like it had been awakened—overwhelming and unstoppable.
"Ohhh What is this! Ahh Let me go to the toilet! Ahh~" The desperate need made Vivi feel like her bladder was about to explode. Forgetting her nudity—she trembled as she jumped off the bed—stumbling toward the bathroom.
"Ah~ No! I can't hold it!" But after only a few steps—the maddening urge overwhelmed everything. Vivi squatted on the spot—relaxing her urethral sphincter—intending to relieve herself right there.
"Ohhh Mmm" The lewd insect kept rubbing her urethra—creating the illusion she was urinating. Yet the insane pressure didn't lessen at all. Looking down—Vivi realized not a single drop had fallen. The urethral insect faithfully performed its duty—completely preventing any leakage.
The desire to excrete is one of humanity's most primal urges—and one of the hardest for reason to overcome. At this moment—Vivi's reason completely lost to it. Squatting on the floor—she anxiously relaxed her sphincter—issuing meaningless sounds. Driven by desire—her small hands pinched her nipples and clit—squeezing hard—as if that could relieve the urge.
"I already told you—without my permission—you can't relieve yourself. If you want to pee—kneel properly and beg your Master nicely."
"Please… let me go to the toilet… M-Master…" Vivi's last shred of reason shattered instantly. She immediately knelt—pleading desperately.
"From now on—you are my slave. Understand?" I pulled down my pants—pressing my long-erect cock against Vivi's face. "If your mouth can satisfy Master—then I'll let you pee."
Vivi felt a hot, hard object against her face—before she could react—the cock forced her lips apart—thrusting inside.
Only now did Vivi understand my meaning. Under the threat of her bursting bladder—she could only obediently let me thrust in her mouth.
A girl who had never even kissed—naturally had no technique—just mechanically opening her mouth. But I had held back long enough—I quickly finished.
Gripping Vivi's head tightly—I thrust straight to her throat—unleashing thick semen. At the same time—I opened the urethral insect's drainage tube. A stream of pale yellow urine shot out like a high-pressure jet. And because I released the tattoo's climax prohibition—Vivi—gagging on semen—also reached long-denied climax while uncontrollably wetting herself.
After the intense orgasm—Vivi collapsed in her own urine—eyes vacant—panting heavily—her delicate body occasionally twitching.
"Get used to your new identity, Princess Vivi." Leaving her there—I walked straight out of the room.
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On the fifth day in Alabasta—Nami's Log Pose finally finished recording. Time to set sail again.
Nami and the girls spent every day tirelessly shopping. Every night—they took turns dealing with me in a revolving battle.
Vivi was the opposite. To earn the right to pee and climax—she was forced daily into various holding, suffocation, and torment games—only allowed rest at night. With the lewd tattoo's arousal effect—she was gradually becoming less resistant.
Cobra—resigned to fate—ignored everything—focusing entirely on suppressing the remaining rebellion. With Baroque Works withdrawn from Alabasta—it wasn't difficult.
By the time Cobra came to his senses—I had already quietly flown away with Vivi, Nami, Kaya, Nojiko, and the mature beauty Robin—returning to the ship docked by the river.
Landing silently on deck—I mentally checked in with the "Shell" Hydra in the river. It reported everything peaceful—no attacks during these days.
Through divine sense observation—I saw Hydra had grown significantly again. The shell encasing its body had doubled in diameter—now over 20 meters. The thick tentacles extending outside had grown several times larger—looking quite intimidating. But the moment it spoke—it asked for another woman—acting like a total pervert.
I sent mental energy through the shell—seeing the two girls inside.
The blonde girl I put in first had gained even more weight over the days—her already massive breasts swelling at least two more cup sizes. Still being milked on one end while triple-penetrated—her face showed pure bliss.
The other black-haired girl wasn't so fortunate. Strictly speaking—the shell hadn't violated her. I could see her hymen still intact.
The shell simply wrapped her tightly in a bag-like fleshy membrane—airtight—only two thin tentacles inserted into her nostrils for breathing. Inside the bag—the temperature was high—nearly 50°C—filled with aphrodisiac liquid.
The girl—squeezed immobile by thick flesh—hands pinned tightly to her sides—couldn't even touch herself. Fortunately—the flesh constantly wriggled—rubbing her aphrodisiac-sensitized skin—occasionally brushing sensitive nipples—causing tremors—but never granting ecstatic climax.
Withdrawing mental energy—I once again marveled at how well the shell played. Then—at my command—it extended several tentacles—anchoring to the ship's hull—lifting the entire warship and swimming toward the open sea.
Yes—finally no need for me to push the ship. I'd found a new laborer to replace me—and it wasn't slow either.
Only now did I lie back on a deck lounge chair—comfortably sipping afternoon tea.
The women chatted noisily nearby.
"Then—set sail! Next island, here we come!" I raised my teacup—in an awkward toast with everyone.
"Hehe—Captain—I still don't know our pirate crew's name. And there's no Jolly Roger either. Quite strange." Robin—reading a book—curiously asked.
"Uh… well… nothing strange about it. I just haven't decided on a name yet." I scratched my head awkwardly.
"Oh~ I see. But that won't do. A pirate crew without a name—how can it have unity? A flag is a pirate's soul." Unexpectedly—Robin began lecturing seriously.
"Uh—right. Let me think…" Scratching my head—I glanced around for inspiration. I saw Nami, Nojiko, Kaya, Sadi, and Carmen—all staring at me expectantly—like Robin. Even Vivi looked over—seemingly very interested.
Looking at these stunning faces—inspiration struck. I stood up—grandly declaring:
"Then let's call it the Hundred Flowers Pirates!!"
"…"
"What kind of name is that… so ordinary." Sadi sneered disdainfully.
"Yeah—super cliché." Nami shook her head.
Vivi turned away—ignoring me.
"Hehe—Captain's idea is quite unique. Does it mean collecting one hundred beauties? What a lecherous captain." Robin covered her mouth—giggling.
My face instantly reddened—but for dignity's sake—I stubbornly persisted.
"Alright! It's decided—Hundred Flowers Pirates!"
This time—no one complained. Then Nami—who was good at drawing—helped design the Jolly Roger. Everyone clumsily helped paint it onto the sail.
The flag featured a skull wearing a top hat—biting a rose—carrying a touch of eerie beauty. Not as bad as imagined.
Once the black-background white-pattern flag flew at the mast top—I poured everyone a glass of champagne.
"Hundred Flowers Pirates—officially setting sail! Cheers, everyone!"
"Cheers!"
…
The Great Pirate Adventure sounds hot-blooded and exciting—but in reality—sailing at sea is extremely boring and tedious. Living long-term in a confined space—constantly enduring the ship's rocking—limited food and water—especially no fresh produce—plus facing natural disasters like tsunamis and typhoons—and worst of all—the endlessly repetitive, maddeningly dull daily life—enough to drive anyone insane.
"Seems none of that applies to me." Listening to Nami's navigation knowledge lecture—I lazily replied from my lounge chair.
Nami instantly fell silent. My sailing life was absurdly comfortable—daily gourmet meals—Shell Bro pushing the ship rock-steady. As for boredom—as long as I found ways to pass time—life was far from dull.
I stood up—looking at the row of lounge chairs on deck—and the several top-tier beauties in bikinis lying on them. I couldn't help grinning stupidly.
"Captain—what are you smiling about?" Robin asked—covering her mouth with a light laugh.
"Nothing—just feeling how wonderful life is. Right, Nami?" I snapped my fingers—activating the vibrations on Nami's nipple and clit rings. Of course—I didn't forget the climax-blocking shocks.
"Ahh~" Nami immediately let out a seductive yelp.
"Mmm!~" Kaya—the only one still in a dress—also issued a muffled groan. Because the rope insect outfit on her body suddenly tightened—digging into her flesh. The bulbous protrusions at her crotch began violent vibration.
Beside her—Nojiko suddenly froze—covering her mouth. Because the lewd insect anal plug in her sensitive rear suddenly shrank from 6 cm to 2 cm—nearly letting a bellyful of enema fluid leak. Now she could only focus entirely on clenching her sphincter—even more goosebumps rising from the glycerin-induced urge.
Robin shot me a puzzled look—but she didn't notice Vivi—sitting in the next lounge chair—face already burning red. Because the urethral insect's drainage tube had opened—Vivi's entire day's accumulated urine slowly dripped out—falling onto the pale yellow chair and deck—barely noticeable. Only Vivi's face—shame mixed with pleasure—revealed her enjoyment.
I exchanged a knowing glance with Sadi—then walked into the cabin. Sadi smiled understandingly—stood up—and followed me inside. Carmen—ever obedient—crawled along behind her.
"Hey—Tashigi, Domino—miss me?" Opening the door to Nest 1—three sensual naked bodies lying face-down on the floor immediately came into view.
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