Robin stared at the glowing blue status window floating before her, her sharp eyes widening in surprise and excitement.
Name: Nico Robin
Bounty: 79,000,000
Strength: D- → C-
Agility: D- → D+
Constitution: D- → C
Intelligence: A- → A+
Luck: A- → A
Charm:A-
Haki:
Armament Haki: B (Basic)
Observation Haki: B (Basic)
Domination Haki (Evolved): Unlocks with next evolution
Devil Fruit:
Hana Hana no Mi (Flower-Flower Fruit) — Mastery (70%)
Degenerate Points: 00
Skills:
1st Evolution: Temptress (Complete)
Abilities Unlocked:
Pheromone Petals: Sprouts flowers that release powerful lust-inducing pheromones, arousing and weakening anyone who inhales them.
Devil's Touch: Any skin contact delivers overwhelming pleasure, stunning targets while draining their energy and willpower.
Enchanted Physique: Your mere presence and beauty can mesmerize and seduce anyone who lays eyes on you, making them hesitant to attack… and eager to obey.
Slave Pact (Growth-Type Ability): Once a target's will is 100% broken (through sex or any other means), host can initiate a Slave Pact, gaining eternal loyalty and absolute dominance over them.
<2nd Evolution: Fallen Succubus (Locked)>
Requirements to unlock:
1) Spend 10,000 (DP) Degenerate Points
2) Awaken Hana Hana no Mi Devil Fruit
3) Awaken each form of Haki and master any 2 to Intermediate level
Spin (100 DP Required)
'What… Are all these abilities really mine?' Robin thought, a dark thrill running through her body. She wasn't shocked by how lewd they were — she was far more excited by how terrifyingly useful they would be in future alongside her renewed stats.
"I look forward to it," Robin murmured, then narrowed her eyes. "But before that… I have something to ask. All of this seems too convenient. You've been watching me for a long time, haven't you? Appearing exactly when I was at my most vulnerable… exploiting me like this. I'll have to be careful with you as well."
The System replied playfully, almost innocently.
[Active Quest]
Difficulty: ???
Quest Name: Engage in an intimate act with a member of the opposite sex.
Reward: ???
'Quite a vague mission…' Robin thought, the corner of her lips curling into a dangerous smile. 'But it seems you are testing how far I'm willing to fall.'
She subconsciously brushed her fingers across her now perfectly smooth stomach, where the ugly bullet wound had been. Thanks to the Senzu Bean, not even a scar remained.
'Perfect… I have just the right candidate to vent all this built-up frustration on… fufu~'
The newly evolved Temptress stood up gracefully. With a swirl of glowing pink flower petals, the naked figure of Robin vanished into the night sky, leaving behind only a fragrant trail of blooming petals glowing softly under the moonlight.
***
Kacha…!
Crocodile roughly slammed the receiver of the Den Den Mushi down, a cruel smirk stretched across his scarred face.
The mission was complete. That damn woman had once again survived and finished the job, even if she was probably bleeding out somewhere but it didn't matter.
To him, Nico Robin was nothing more than a useful, intelligent pawn in his grand scheme — a tool to be used and discarded when the time came.
And yet… for years now, the Warlord had been tormented by dark, depraved fantasies about her.
He wanted to destroy that elegant, sophisticated facade. He wanted to rip her clothes off, pin her down on this very table, and brutally fuck her like a cheap whore.
He imagined choking her with his hook while slamming his thick cock deep into her tight scholarly cunt, making those perfect tits bounce as he pumped her full of cum. He wanted to break the Demon Child and turn her into his personal slave.
But he couldn't.
She was too important for locating the Ancient Weapons. Ruining her now would jeopardize everything.
So instead, Crocodile had been relieving his frustration by calling the most expensive prostitutes who vaguely resembled Robin. He would fuck them raw, slap their asses red and pound their holes while moaning Robin's name, imagining it was her getting dominated.
Tonight, he sat alone in the luxurious meeting room, cigar smoke curling around him like a serpent.
He was impatiently waiting for her usual detailed report. His thick cock was already half-hard just thinking about how he could exploit the bodies of his attractive female subordinates once his project Utopia became reality.
'How fucking frustrating…' he thought, gripping the armrest tightly.
Then something changed within the meeting room.
A sweet, intoxicating fragrance suddenly flooded the entire room. Pink cherry blossom-like petals began drifting through the air, each one carrying an obscene amount of lust-inducing scent.
The smell was so potent, that Crocodile's nostrils flared and he instinctively inhaled deeply. His cock surged to full hardness instantly, throbbing painfully against his pants.
"What the hell… is this?" he growled, but he couldn't stop breathing it in. His head felt slightly hazy and his body hotter.
"Is that you, Nico Robin?"
As if answering his call, two incredibly soft and heavy breasts suddenly pressed against the back of his head from behind. Two smooth, delicate hands gently wrapped around his thick neck, embracing him in a teasing hold.
The overwhelming sweet scent combined with the plush warmth of those massive tits made Crocodile's Logia body refuse to transform. His mind went blank for a brief second, lost in the intoxicating sensation.
"If I were an enemy, Boss…" a sultry voice whispered into his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine, "I could have killed you a dozen times already~"
The voice was dripping with seduction and mockery.
Crocodile's hand shot up like lightning. He grabbed the intruder's wrist roughly and yanked her forward with raw strength.
The woman stepped out from the shadows and sat seductively on the edge of the long meeting table, slowly crossing her long, toned legs. Moonlight kissed her transformed body, highlighting every curve.
Crocodile's eyes widened, his mouth falling slightly open as his cock twitched hard inside his pants.
Her black assassination suit was already half-unzipped. Massive perfectly shaped breasts — far larger and plumper than before spilling out.
Her deep, soft cleavage glistened under the moonlight. Her waist was tiny and toned, but her hips had widened into a breeding shape. Her ass was fat, round, and juicy, visibly straining against the fabric.
Her thick, plush thighs rubbed together teasingly as her entire body radiated obscene sex appeal — so breathtaking reminding him of Boa Hancock.
She was no longer just beautiful, she was a walking wet dream, a degenerate goddess of lust.
Robin smiled elegantly as she slowly pulled the zipper further down, letting her massive tits bounce freely.
She sensually ran her hands over her own body — cupping and squeezing her heavy breasts, sliding her fingers teasingly down her flat stomach, and gently spreading her thick thighs while maintaining intense eye contact with the stunned Warlord.
Crocodile was breathing heavily, licking his dry lips like a starving beast. His cock was painfully hard and leaking precum, creating a visible wet spot on his pants.
A normal man would have already dropped to his knees, begging to worship her cunt, but his willpower was barely keeping him seated observing.
Robin leaned forward seductively, letting her heavy breasts hang and sway right in front of his face, her hard nipples clearly visible.
"So, Boss…" she purred, voice thick with lust, "Do you want the mission report… or would you rather bury your face between these fat tits and fuck your subordinate like the perverted Warlord you are?"