He hadn't known. These dangers—he had walked past them blindly, unaware of their potential to end him.
"Then how are you so safe in Marijoa?" he asked, his voice quiet.
Imu remained silent, considering whether to answer.
After a while, when she spoke, her tone held a rare gravity.
"The Void Throne symbolizes more than half the fate of the world. It also contains part of the world's origin." She moved closer, her presence commanding despite her delicate frame.
"I've been refining the Void Throne for eight hundred years, refining its world's origin. Only recently did I complete it."
"Now, my strength already exceeds yours. I've reached the peak of the demigod realm, while you remain at the early demigod level."
The blunt assessment stung. Lakeman's jaw tightened.
"Then why didn't you kill me now?" he demanded. "If you're stronger—"
She hooked her finger.
His body moved uncontrollably, rushing toward her despite his will.
In an instant, she held his chin, her grip firm. Her Dream-like eyes fixed on him with a deep, possessive gaze. Emotions flickered in those depths—desire, possession, something that might have been affection.
"Haven't you already answered your question yourself?" Her lips curved. "A virgin for hundreds of years, only to be conquered by a handsome face and a powerful cock. Slave to your pleasure—was it?"
She released him, stepping back with cold grace.
"I'm returning to Marijoa. I'll be busy refining Joy Boy's straw hat, which contains another piece of the world's origin. It will take a few years—unlike the hundreds of years the Void Throne required." Her form began to fade, dissolving into particles of void.
"During this time, my senses will be limited to Marijoa. After finishing... I'll enter the god realm of combat power. My life will evolve beyond the current limits of the demigod realm."
Her last words echoed as she vanished:
"Come back with me to Marijoa. I'll protect you. You might get killed somewhere because you can't keep your dick in your pants."
{End Flashback}
—
The memory faded. Lakeman stood at the ship's railing, his fingers gripping the wood.
He had refused, of course.
A man did not cower behind a woman's protection, no matter how powerful. He had lived his life to the fullest, and he would continue to do so.
But Imu's warnings lingered. Zunesha. The Florian Triangle monster. The sea kings of the Calm Belt. Joy Boy's will in the Nikka fruit.
Dangers he had never considered.
His system hummed in his mind, notifications continuing their endless stream.
That heaven-defying talent had brought him from a worthless Celestial Dragon to demigod power.
It had given him bound geniuses whose training fed back to him, multiplied tenfold since the latest update.
It had granted him all the plot beauties he had fantasized about in his previous life—Robin, Hancock, Shakky, Stussy, and countless others.
And it had revealed another function after Rayleigh's death: any bound genius killed provided all their accumulated training results at once.
Sheep rearing. Milk and wool are alive. A feast of meat when slaughtered.
His lips curled into a smirk.
The ship sailed on. Behind him, the sounds of training continued—Shakky's commands, the impact of bodies in motion, the steady rhythm of improvement.
—
Hours later, the sun had begun its descent toward the horizon. The training session ended, and the women dispersed to bathe and rest.
Shakky approached the recliner where Lakeman had settled once more. She moved with predatory grace, her evolved body hardly showing the exertion of the past few hours.
"Master seems unsatisfied," she observed, settling onto his lap without invitation. Her hips began grinding in slow circles against his dick. "That maid barely took the edge off."
"You speak as if you did better," he said, his voice sharp. "I recall requesting information on certain empresses. Certain... Successor of yours."
Shakky's grinding faltered. Her expression tightened.
"Master—"
"Three empresses of Amazon Lily." He caught her nipple between his fingers, pinching hard.
"Hancock. You. And Titotama, the one who came between you both. You know my desire."
"Hnng"
Shakky bit her lip, her body arching into his grip. "We've searched. CP agents, Kuja pirates—Hancock has led the entire island in the search. That woman simply..."
"Disappeared," he finished flatly. "After learning that both you and Hancock submitted to me. Become my cock sleave. She didn't want to, so she disappeared. Convenient."
"I'm trying, Master." She moved faster, her wetness soaking through her thin pants as she ground against his hardening cock. "Titotama is a coward. A stupid bitch who ran rather than serve a god."
"Yet she remains free. While you remain in my bed." He pinched her nipple harder. "Which means you're more valuable to me, correct?"
Her eyes widened. A moan of Pain mixed with desperate hope echoed.
"Oohhh"
"Yes, Master! Always! My body exists for your pleasure—"
"Then prove it."
He tore her pants.
Riiip–
The fabric ripped like paper, exposing her glistening pussy to the evening air.
She wore nothing underneath—training clothes rarely included undergarments, as he preferred immediate access.
He lifted her and positioned himself. His cock, freed from his pants, stood thick and ready.
"Master, please—"
He pulled her down.
She took his full cock in one smooth motion, her evolved body accommodating him despite his size. Her pussy walls clenched tight, muscles working through Life Return to maximize his pleasure.
"Ahhhh—!"
"Talk while I use you," he commanded, thrusting up into her. "Tell me why I shouldn't discard you for your failure."
Pah.
Pah.
"There's no—ahhh—no reason, Master!" She rode his cock desperately, her hips rolling in frantic circles, taking his cock in and out of her greedy cunt. "I'm worthless—worthless for failing you—but please—use me—punish me—as you see fit."
He grabbed her breasts through her top, kneading them with brutal force.
"What use is an intelligence network that can't find one woman?"
Her breath came in gasps. "She's hiding—we believe she's in—ahhh—in the Calm Belt—possibly with—nngh—with the Revolutionary Army—"
Pah.
Pah.
"Oohh.. Master."
His rhythm intensified. "Dragon's rats."
He fucked her pussy harder and faster. Her well-toned warrior ass rippled every time she slammed down back, taking his whole cock inside her cunt.
Pah.
Pah.
"Yes—we're tracking—mfff—we'll find her—"
"See that you do."
He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. The deck was hard beneath her, but she didn't care. He drove into her pussy with renewed force, her moans echoing across the empty deck.
Pah.
Pah. Pah.
"More—Master, more—"
He lifted her legs higher, bending her nearly in half. The new angle let him thrust deeper, hitting spots that made her cry out.
"Ooohh.."
Squelch–
Pah. Pah.
"You're just a toy," he growled. "A collection of holes for my pleasure. Remember that."
"Yes—yes—I'm just a toy—your fuck toy—"
He didn't slow. His hips pistoned, each impact sending waves through her body. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples dark and hard.
"Who owns this pussy?"
"You—ahhh—you do, Master—"
"Who owns your ass?"
Smack-
Pah. Pah.
"You—you do—"
"Who owns your throat?"
"You only—ahhh—please—fill me—"
He came with a primal moan.
"Aahhh, take it all in Bitch."
Hot cum flooded the depths of her womb, filling her completely.
"Uummhhh.."
She shuddered around him, her own orgasm triggered by his. Her pussy walls milked his cock, desperate to claim every drop.
When he finally pulled his dick out, cum leaked from her ravaged pussy, pooling on the deck beneath her.
"That was round one," he announced. "You have hours to make up for your failure. Use every part of your body."
She rose to her knees, cum dripping down her thighs.
"Yes, Master."
Her mouth found his cock, licking it clean before taking it deep into her throat.
Slurp. Slurp.
Gwaawk.
Slurrp.
She worked with desperation, with devotion—cursing Titotama in her mind with every motion.
Better to serve this god with her and Hancock than to be discarded for a runaway whore.
—
Evening deepened into night.
The sounds of pleasure echoed across the ship—moans from the main deck, flesh against flesh, the occasional sharp command.
Pah. Pah.
"Aahhh.. OOhhhh.."
Smack–
Pah. Pah.
One by one, the other women emerged from their baths, drawn by the sounds.
Robin's dark hair was still damp as she approached. Viola and Scarlett followed. Stella, Makino, and Mirana joined soon after. Even Lily appeared, her maid's uniform pristine despite her earlier exertions.
They didn't interrupt while eager to join in serving their master. They waited their turns, watching with flushed faces as Shakky served their master in every way possible.
When he finally allowed Shakky to rest—hours later, her body marked with bites and handprints, her holes leaking cum—another took her place.
Then another. The night became a blur of bodies, of wet sounds and desperate cries.
The journey to Impel Down had begun.
—
A week passed.
The ship sailed smoothly through calm waters, leaving few destroyed pirate vessels in its wake.
Ignorant Pirate crews had sought to board, to raid, to claim the luxury vessel—only to meet their ends at the hands of Lakeman's women, each eager to demonstrate their training results.
Now, on the seventh day, the destination appeared on the horizon.
Impel Down.
The massive prison rose from the sea like a fortress of nightmares.
Half submerged in ocean depths, half towering into the sky, its rounded walls promised torture and despair for all who entered.
Lakeman stood at the prow, gazing at the structure. The wind caught his hair, his expression contemplative.
Behind him, the women had finished packing. They waited for his orders, their postures attentive despite the week of continuous use.
His thoughts were far away—still processing Imu's warnings, considering the implications, calculating the risks.
Zunesha. The Florian Triangle. The Calm Belt sea kings. Joy Boy's will.
Dangers he had never considered. Threats that could end him despite his demigod power.
But with his system…
He didn't need to worry.
The notifications continued without pause.
Every bound genius who trained contributed to his strength.
Doflamingo's haki. Kuzan's Devil Fruit mastery. Hancock's physique.
Borusalino, Law, Stussy, Mirana, Luffy, Ace, etc
All their training results.
All multiplied tenfold, feeding into his being.
If he killed a bound genius, he would receive all their accumulated power at once—like slaughtering a sheep for meat.
Of course, he wouldn't be killing his allies and women, but for others, their value will be fully squeezed to the last drop.
His smirk returned.
The system was his secret. His edge.
With it, he would surpass even Imu's peak demigod realm and Joyboy's God Realm. He would face whatever threats awaited him in the New World, the Calm Belt, and beyond.
He would surpass the world itself to venture into the multiverse and beyond.
And Impel Down held countless prisoners. Countless potential "sheep."
He would rear new ones. Cull the old. Grow stronger.
His gaze fixed on the approaching prison, its dark silhouette growing larger by the minute.
"It's time," he murmured, "to rear new sheep and maim the old ones."
The ship sailed on toward Impel Down, carrying a man whose power grew with every passing moment, and the women who served him body and soul.
The moon rose over the bow, casting silver light across the deck. Somewhere in the depths of the great prison, cells waited to be opened.
Lakeman's journey was far from over.
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