Lakeman yanked Robin's head away with a wet pop and grabbed Makino by the waist.
He flipped her over in one fluid motion, pinning her face down into the black silk. Her ass, a perfect, rounded swell of soft flesh, was thrust high into the air.
He didn't use lubricant. He didn't need to. Makino was already dripping, her pussy a swollen, weeping invitation.
He lined his cock up and drove forward into her needy and hungry cunt.
Squelch.
"Aaaahhh!"
Makino's scream was a mixture of shock and ecstasy.
He had bottomed out in one thrust, his girth stretching her pussy walls to their absolute limit.
He didn't give her time to adjust. He began to pound her pussy, his hips striking her buttocks with the force of a hammer.
Pah.
Pah.
Pah.
The sound echoed through the room—the heavy, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh.
Lakeman's eyes closed, and for a moment, the black spark in his mind was replaced by the image of Makino's body shaking under his assault.
"Tell me who owns this hole, Makino!"
"You, only you, Master."
Smack.
He swung his hand, landing a sharp, stinging blow across her left ass cheek. A red handprint bloomed instantly on the pale skin.
"Again!"
"Aahhh… It's you. Please... break me, Master."
Lakeman let out a guttural growl, his pace becoming frantic.
"Uuugghh"
He wasn't just fucking her; he was venting.
Every thrust was a strike against the memory of that fear and dread, he felt back then. He imagined the black Haki as a target, and he drove his cock into Makino as if he were crushing that haki into nothingness.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
"Oohh... Master... I can't... you're so deep..."
He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh, and delivered one final, subterranean lunge.
"Ahhh… Take it all, my slut."
He shuddered, his muscles locking like stone.
Ropes of thick, hot life cum surged from him, geysering into Makino's womb.
She arched her back, her fingers clawing at the silk sheets, her entire body convulsing as she absorbed the torrent.
"Aahhhh…"
He held the connection for a long minute, pumping every last drop into her before withdrawing his dick with a wet pop.
Makino slumped into the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her pussy leaking a mixture of her own juices and his pearlescent seed.
Lakeman didn't stop to rest. He stood up, his cock already rebounding, pulsing with a renewed, angry hunger.
Viola and Scarlett were waiting. They had been touching each other, their bodies a tangle of limbs and flushed skin.
Viola's eyes were glowing, her devil fruit and observation hakitracking every twitch of Lakeman's muscles.
"You're still tense, Master."
She crawled toward him, her tongue tracing a line up his inner thigh.
"I can feel the vibration in your soul. Let us help you purge it."
Scarlett didn't use words.
She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward her, her lips finding his in a searing, aggressive kiss.
She tasted of salt and desire. Lakeman broke the kiss and threw her onto the bed, pinning her wrists above her head.
"You've been training, haven't you, Scarlett?"
"Every hour... just for this."
He entered her asshole with a savage drive, her tighter, more athletic channel gripping his cock like a vice.
He fucked her with a rhythmic, punishing intensity, his movements precise and brutal.
Pah.
Pah.
Pah.
"Aah! Yes! Right there!"
"Oohh… yess… pound my shithole harderrr.. Master."
He shifted his focus, pulling Viola into the fray.
He positioned himself so that he was fucking Scarlett's asshole while Viola's mouth was occupied with his balls, her tongue swirling around them in a dizzying rhythm.
Sluuurp.
"Gawk—"
Viola looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust and tears, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked his cock, which had just come out of Scarlet's asshole.
"Hiss…"
Lakeman's breath hitched. The sensory overload was working.
The cold pressure in his mind was loosening, replaced by the overwhelming heat of the women.
He felt the shadow of the black Haki receding, pushed back by the sheer volume of pleasure.
"More. I want more."
He moved to Mirana and Stella.
The regal Mirana, usually so composed, was a wreck of need. He took her on the mahogany table, her legs draped over his shoulders, her breasts bouncing with every impact as he stroked his cock in and out of cunt.
Smack.
"Oohh... Master... harder... please, destroy my pussy"
He pounded her until she was sobbing, until her voice was a hoarse whisper, until her body was a map of red marks and hickeys.
Then he moved to Stella, using her mouth to ease the transition, before driving into her pussy with a violence that made the table creak.
Pah.
Pah.
Pah.
"Squelch."
"Uummm... take it all... bitch."
"Aahh... Master... yes... fill me... breed me."
By the time he reached Shakky, the room was a sanctuary of sin.
The air was thick with the smell of sex, the sound of muffled cries, and the sight of spent women scattered across the furniture like discarded dolls.
Shakky stood in the center of the room, her bronze skin gleaming under the chandeliers. She didn't move; she simply watched him, her eyes burning with a challenge.
"You're still fighting it, aren't you?"
Lakeman smirked, his eyes darkening.
"I'm not fighting it anymore, Shakky. I'm conquering."
He grabbed her by the throat, not to choke, but to claim.
He slammed her against the wall, the impact echoing through the suite. He didn't waste time with foreplay.
He ripped her remaining clothes away and drove his cock into her pussy with a single, world-shaking thrust.
"Aaaahhh!"
Shakky's back arched, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Her Admiral-level physique meant she could handle the full weight of his power.
He fucked her with a raw, unbridled ferocity, his hips slamming against her with a sound like a cannon shot.
Pah.
Pah.
Pah.
"You're a monster, Saint Lakeman."
"I am your god, Shakky."
Smack.
He slapped her ass, the sound sharp and resonant.
"Who owns this body?"
"You. Every inch. Every hole."
He flipped her around, pinning her face against the cold stone of the wall.
He entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her tight, asshole with a satisfying squelch.
Pah.
Pah.
Pah.
"Oooihh... Master... "
"more... break me... "
"Make me forget everything but you."
Pah. Pah. Pah. Smack..
"Aahhh"
Lakeman roared, his muscles bulging, his entire being focused on the point of contact.
He felt the last remnants of the mental wound tear open and then seal shut, cauterized by the heat of their union.
He wasn't just fucking a woman; he was reclaiming his dominance over his own mind.
He came with a violent shudder, flooding Shakky's womb with a massive, pulsing load.
She convulsed around him, her own climax hitting her with such force that her legs gave out, leaving her hanging from his grip.
He withdrew with a wet pop, leaving her leaking and broken against the wall.
But the night was far from over.
"Everyone. On the bed. Now."
The command was absolute.
The women scrambled, their movements frantic. They piled onto the black silk—a sea of pale and bronze flesh, a tangle of limbs and longing.
Robin, Lily, Shakky, Mirana, Makino, Viola, Scarlett, Stella, Koala, and the others merged into a single, pulsing organism of desire.
Lakeman descended upon them.
It was no longer about individual pleasure; it was a mass ritual of debauchery.
He moved through them like a storm. He would fuck one woman's pussy while sucking another's breasts, and a third licked his balls.
He would drive into one's asshole while two others pleasured each other in his sight, their moans fueling his arousal.
Pah.
Pah. Pah.
Squelch.
"Aahh... Master... I can feel you in me...."
"Take it. All of you, Bitches. Drink it down"
The room became a cacophony of wet sounds.
Slurp.
Smack.
"Aahh.. Ohhhh.."
Gahhh.
He dominated them all.
He marked them, his teeth leaving deep purple brands on their shoulders, their thighs, their breasts.
He bred them, filling hole after hole with his essence, ensuring that every single woman in the villa carried his mark, both physically and spiritually.
He vented every ounce of frustration, every spark of fear, and every drop of aggression onto their bodies. He used them as conduits for his emotion, turning his mental trauma into physical ecstasy.
"Squelch."
"Pah! Pah!"
"Oohh... Master... please... don't stop... keep pounding us..."
"Aahh... I can't... I'm... I'm coming again!"
The orgy lasted for hours, a relentless cycle of climax and craving.
Lakeman didn't tire; his demigod stamina was an infinite well, fed by the system's constant feedback.
He pushed them to their limits, forcing them into positions that defied anatomy, demanding sounds of submission that bordered on hysteria.
He rested only briefly, allowing them to feed him grapes and wine while they used their tongues on his cock to keep him hard.
Then, he would plunge back into the fray, conquering a different combination of holes.
As the night deepened, the intensity shifted. The raw violence gave way to a deep, possessive intimacy.
He held them, his large frame enveloping them, his heart beating against their skin. He felt their devotion—not just the lust, but the absolute, terrifying loyalty.
He realized then that this was his true fortress. Not the stone walls of Impel Down, not the barriers of the World Government, but this.
This circle of women who would burn the world down if he asked, who found their only purpose in his pleasure.
The shadow of the black Haki no longer felt like a threat. It felt like a challenge.
By the time the first hints of dawn touched the frozen horizon outside, the master suite was a landscape of ruined flesh.
The women lay in a sprawling, exhausted heap.
Their skin was a mosaic of red marks, hickeys, and drying seed.
Some were still twitching in the afterglow of their twentieth climax; others were fast asleep, their faces wearing expressions of total, blissful emptiness.
Lakeman lay in the center, his chest heaving slowly. He felt light. The cold pressure that had resided in his mind for four days was gone, replaced by a warm, humming clarity.
He looked at the ceiling, the golden light of the chandeliers dimming as the sun rose.
He had not forgotten the black spark. He had not forgotten the feeling of his consciousness being frayed by a nihilistic will.
He would never forget the danger that resided within Patrick Redfield, or whatever entity had left that fragment behind.
But as he felt Robin's head rest on his chest, Shakky's leg draped across his waist, and Lily sleeping with his cock still in her mouth, he smiled.
Memory was not fear.
A coward remembers a beast and hides in a cave.
A hunter remembers the beast, studies its tracks, analyzes its scent, and waits for the perfect moment to spring the trap.
He was no longer the prey. He was the apex predator.
"Master?"
Makino's voice was a soft, sleepy whisper. She shifted, her breasts brushing against his arm.
"Are you okay?"
Lakeman reached down, his hand cupping her cheek. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, his eyes cold and focused.
"I'm better than okay, Makino."
He stood up, his naked body glowing in the morning light. He looked down at the sea of women—his harem, his weapons, his treasures, sluts and fuck toys.
"Get some rest. Tomorrow, the training doubles."
A collective moan of both dread and desire rippled through the bed.
Lakeman walked to the window and pulled back the heavy drapes.
Outside, the Frozen Hell was still white, still cruel, still lifeless. But as he looked out over the expanse of snow, he didn't see a prison.
He saw a garden.
And he was the only one with the shears.
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Outside the villa, Redfield remained with the Cipher Pol agents assigned nearby.
The moment Lakeman returned inside, Redfield understood the situation and wisely closed his Observation Haki. He also restrained his enhanced senses.
He had only just regained his youth.
He had only just eaten the Vampire Fruit.
He had only just found a path to a higher realm.
He had no desire to die because he carelessly sensed something his master did not intend him to know.
So he spent the day in silence.
He adapted to his restored body.
He studied the Vampire Fruit's power.
He tested his breathing, muscles, Haki, and the strange vitality now flowing through his blood.
Each hour brought more control.
Each breath confirmed one thing.
The fruit suited him.
By the next morning, Redfield finally opened his eyes.
His Observation Haki returned to normal.
The villa had quieted.
Lakeman's presence inside was steady.
Redfield stood and looked toward the villa with lowered eyes.
'Roger. Whitebeard. Garp. Sengoku.'
'You all stood at the peak of the old era.'
'But perhaps the true peak was never there.'
A faint crimson light flashed in his eyes.
'It lies here in this era, which belongs to Saint Lakeman.'
Inside the villa, Lakeman slowly opened his eyes.
Morning light fell across his face. His bed and room were already empty, the girls had left for training or work
His blood-red pupils were calm.
The situation outside had already been handled.
Marine Headquarters had lowered its head.
Mariejois had changed the records.
Redfield had become his follower.
Shiryu and Magellan were bound.
Several hidden prisoners of Eternal Hell were also bound to his system.
And the world above remained unaware of how much had changed beneath Impel Down.
Lakeman smiled faintly.
'Good.'
He rose from his seat.
The next step could begin.
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