Days later, the ship drifted into the Calm Belt. The seas were eerily still, the waters like glass, broken only by the looming shadows of sea kings.
And in that silence rose an island of legend: Amazon Lily.
Lakeman descended in his smaller skystone barge, his presence heralded by thunder in the clouds.
On the beaches, the Kuja warriors stood ready, their bows raised—only to drop them instantly when their empress appeared.
"Hancock," Lakeman called.
Boa Hancock emerged in all her glory, red qipao hugging her curves, golden serpent earrings gleaming, her dark hair cascading past her waist. Her sisters stood behind her, but none matched her beauty.
Her eyes softened, her lips parting. "Master Lakeman…"
The proud empress fell to her knees before him, uncaring of her people's eyes. She pressed her forehead to his hand, her voice trembling. "I have missed you."
Lakeman smirked, pulling her up by her chin. "Then prove it."
What followed was nothing short of an orgy.
Hancock moaned beneath him in her royal chambers, her long legs wrapping around his waist.
Slap! Slap! Slap! — his cock driving into her again and again, her breasts bouncing wildly.
"Ahhhhhh! Master Lakeman! Yesss!"
Her sisters, Sandersonia and Marigold, were not spared. They were bent over silk cushions, their massive forms trembling as he filled them, their cries mixing with their sister's.
The Kuja warriors, initially shocked, soon grew feverishly enthusiastic. Their bows were forgotten, replaced by moans and begging as they stripped themselves and threw their bodies at him.
"Ahnnn— Master—"
"Use me too— please!"
"More! Fill me like you filled the empress!"
The island became his temple. The Kuja, once proud warriors, became his worshippers in flesh.
For two days, Lakeman indulged. Hancock clung to him, sobbing with joy as his seed spilled into her again and again. Her sisters whimpered, their holes dripping. Dozens of Kuja warriors collapsed in exhaustion, their thighs slick with his release.
When he finally rose to leave, the island lay drenched in divine debauchery. Hancock kissed his feet, whispering, "Take me with you."
Lakeman smirked, lifting her chin. "Not yet. Your fame must grow. Your beauty must resound across the seas. When the time is right, you'll come to me."
Her eyes burned with longing, but she bowed. "Yes, Master."
Lakeman returned to his golden cruise. The voyage resumed.
The ship now sailed effortlessly through the Calm Belt, its skystone hull hovering above sea kings that swam below.
Hunters aboard speared the mighty beasts, their flesh roasted over golden braziers. The aroma of fresh sea king meat filled the decks.
Lakeman sat at the prow, Scarlet feeding him grapes, Robin massaging his legs, Mirana reporting quietly on Shanks's movements.
Above, the sails shimmered. Below, the seas bent away from him.
And around him, laughter, moans, and the rhythm of flesh echoed as his queens and slaves made the journey into yet another legend — a god's voyage across the seas.
The Calm Belt had been left behind. The golden cruise drifted through the skies, its sails shimmering as it descended toward the "weakest of seas." But for Lakeman, the East Blue was no mere ocean — it was a chessboard where destiny itself had begun to stir.
The journey was no less indulgent than before. Scarlet straddled Lakeman's lap in the lounge, her red hair falling like silk curtains as her breasts bounced with each thrust.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Her cries echoed through the chamber.
"M-Master— ahhhhhnnnn!"
Stella knelt at his side, her once-proud dancer's body now a trembling canvas of lust. Her lips wrapped around his cock whenever Scarlet lifted herself, sucking greedily at the base.
Slrp… glk… slrp…
On the cushions behind him, Sofia writhed, her mature curves pressed against Lily's silver-haired body as the maid forced her tongue deep into her. Their moans blended, filling the golden hall with the scent and sound of worship.
Lakeman leaned back on his chair, crimson eyes half-lidded. His hand slid down Scarlet's ass, gripping tight as his hips thrust upward with merciless rhythm.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
Scarlet screamed, collapsing against his chest as another climax tore through her. Stella gulped noisily, swallowing every drop of seed that spilled from his cock. Sofia arched her back, crying out into Lily's mouth.
It was a scene of divine decadence — queens, slaves, and maidens broken in flesh, all bound to one master.
The orgy's sounds softened only when Mirana entered, her red hair slightly disheveled, scroll in hand. She bowed low, though her thighs still trembled from the previous night's use.
"Master," she said, her voice husky, "urgent news from Cipher Pol couriers."
Lakeman smirked, not slowing his strokes inside Scarlet, who whimpered at the intrusion of business into her moans. "Speak."
Mirana's eyes glimmered. "Reports confirm: Shanks intercepted a CP9 transport ship. He robbed them of a Devil Fruit. The… Gomu Gomu no Mi." She hesitated, her lips parting. "…No, that's only the cover name. The true identity—"
Lakeman's smirk widened as he finished for her. "…the Nika Fruit."
The room seemed to still. Robin's sharp eyes flickered, absorbing the weight of the words. Lily paused mid-lick against Sofia's folds.
Even Scarlet lifted her head, dazed but curious, though none of them understood the full depth of the revelation.
Lakeman's gaze turned distant for a moment, his mind racing.
"…Interesting," he muttered. His crimson eyes narrowed as he thrust harder into Scarlet, making her yelp. "Too early. Luffy shouldn't eat that fruit for years. Is it the World Will acting early… or something else?"
The thought twisted into a smirk, his fangs glinting as he leaned forward, biting Scarlet's neck while she sobbed with pleasure.
"Either way," he murmured darkly, "I'll be there when the story begins. And this time, I decide how it ends."
On deck, CP agents sharpened their blades and polished their guns. Maids laid silken sheets on open lounges. Sea kings roasted on spits, their aroma thick across the breeze.
And in the grand hall, Lakeman feasted not only on the flesh of queens, but on the taste of destiny itself.
Shanks had made his move.
The Nika Fruit had shifted hands too soon.
And the East Blue was no longer just a cradle of weakness.
It was the next stage of his game.
The golden cruise ship, its skystone hull gleaming under the soft East Blue sunlight, cut through the skies like a palace adrift between heaven and earth.
Below, waves broke gently against fishing boats and merchant vessels. To the people of East Blue, the skies had always been empty. Now, they looked up and saw a floating fortress—gold, cloud, and light.
Lakeman stood at the prow, wind tugging at his black hair, crimson eyes scanning the blue horizon.
Behind him, Robin held charts of the East Blue seas, Lily prepared refreshments on a silver tray, and Mirana quietly relayed messages from Cipher Pol agents already planted in the four Blues.
"This is the weakest of seas," Robin murmured softly, her voice sharp with analysis. "No emperors. No real legends. Just small-time crews and ordinary villages."
Lakeman's smirk curved. "Weakness breeds opportunity. And opportunity… belongs to me."
Below, fishermen shielded their eyes as the golden shadow drifted overhead. A boy dropped his net in awe. A woman clutched her child to her breast. Fear and wonder rippled wherever the ship's shadow passed.
Already, whispers spread across the villages: "A palace floats above the sea. A god has come."
Inside the main hall, decadence continued. Scarlet reclined across silk cushions, feeding Lakeman grapes from trembling fingers while Stella danced sensually to the beat of drums played by maids.
Sofia knelt at Lakeman's side, her mature form draped in gold chains, massaging his thighs with reverence as she whispered, "Master, the sea itself quiets before you."
"Mm." He leaned back, letting Scarlet kiss his neck, his hand casually sliding beneath her dress. She moaned softly, pressing closer as his fingers teased her folds.
Mirana entered the hall, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright with urgency. She bowed low before him, her breasts pressing into the floor as her voice carried across the chamber.
"Master, more news from the seas. Shanks has already begun spreading influence in East Blue. He sails near Dawn Island. The Nika Fruit… remains in his possession."
Lakeman's crimson eyes glimmered.
Robin tilted her head. "Strange. For a man like him to linger in a place so small…"
Lakeman smirked, biting into a grape before speaking. "He's not lingering. He's waiting. Planting something. Or someone."
For a heartbeat, his mind flashed with memory—of a boy with a straw hat and a smile that split the heavens.
"…So it begins," he murmured. "Too early, too late—it doesn't matter. The story belongs to me now."
The ship descended lower, skimming the sea's surface. CP agents speared sea kings that surfaced foolishly, hauling them aboard to be roasted. The smell of sizzling flesh filled the decks, mingling with the laughter of queens and the cries of slaves being taken in open air.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Echoed faintly from the captain's quarters as Lakeman used Scarlet bent over a polished table, her cries spilling into the open hall. Sofia watched, stroking herself as Stella danced, her moans joining the rhythm of the sea.
In every tavern and market, rumors now flowed:
"A golden palace sails through the skies!"
"It must be divine judgment, after the chaos months ago."
Kings of small East Blue islands stiffened, already receiving orders from Cipher Pol to prepare their loyalty. Pirates scattered, some fleeing to the Grand Line, others hiding in coves like rats.
And through it all, Lakeman's shadow spread.
Night fell. On the deck of his ship, Lakeman stood alone, his crimson eyes glowing faintly as he gazed westward.
"Shanks…" he whispered, his smirk sharp. "You've stolen what was never yours. Let's see what you do with it. The sea is your stage. But I… am the one who decides how the play ends."
The waves below shimmered like black glass. The ship drifted silently, its golden sails glowing in the moonlight.
The East Blue, weakest of seas, had never known gods.
Now it had will.
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