"Hancock, you can't even make tea? Are you really a woman? Forget lunch—just drink the tea you made yourself."
After Hancock agreed to the bet, she realized the so-called "women's training course" was anything but simple. No one actually taught her.
She was only given the most basic instructions—if she wanted to do things well, she'd have to figure it out on her own.
Due to her poor performance, Hancock was constantly scolded and punished throughout the first two days. She had to drink the tea she made herself and eat the food she cooked, no matter how awful it turned out.
But Hancock's eyes never wavered. When she looked at Kain, they were filled with unyielding defiance and hatred. In her heart, she refused to submit—burning with resistance and a strong fighting spirit.
On the second night, Hancock ruined dinner again. She had to eat the entire pot of dark, unappetizing food. She didn't want to at first, but Kain taunted her:
"You made it yourself and can't even eat it?"
He waved a stack of photos in his hand at her as if to threaten her.
In the end, Hancock gave in. She forced herself to eat the charred food despite the nausea. Later that night, unable to take it anymore, she gagged herself and vomited for a long time.
"This king will definitely take revenge," she muttered.
That night, she returned to the basement cell. She'd been sent back on the first day for making too many mistakes. Just as she swore to improve, a maid from the Kain Chamber of Commerce appeared.
She was one of the women who had been teaching Hancock during the day.
"Please use this tomorrow," the maid said, placing a mouth gag in front of Hancock.
"The boss thinks your mouth is too foul and that you never say anything nice. So don't say anything at all. Wear this at all times except when eating or drinking—don't even take it off when you sleep."
She demonstrated how to wear it.
"Is that all it takes? Do you really think this king will yield?" Hancock snapped.
Although she had been a slave in childhood, she was rescued by Fisher Tiger before being subjected to such things. She was familiar with collars—but not strange items like this.
The next day, Hancock wore the mouth gag and resumed the women's refresher course. It wasn't until much later that she realized how cruel the design was.
The gag forced her mouth open constantly, causing her to drool nonstop. If she wasn't careful, the saliva would trail down her chin and drip onto her ample chest.
Despite her condition, the work on the second day was even more demanding than before. Most of it involved directly serving Kain.
This sparked a mix of emotions in Hancock. Part of her burned with the urge to get close enough to kick Kain in the head with her Perfume Femur.
At the same time, she couldn't bear the humiliation of being seen drooling like a helpless child in front of him.
The proud Empress—reduced to this?
But her thoughts didn't matter. It wasn't a choice. It was an order. After struggling internally for a while, Hancock changed clothes and continued the refresher course beside Kain—effectively becoming a maid.
If she had been told outright to work as a maid, she might have chosen death instead. But rebranding it as a "women's training course" softened her resistance—just enough.
Still, Hancock remained clumsy and inexperienced. Even a minor mistake could cost tens or hundreds of thousands of Berries. Kain's scolding was relentless, and she had yet to find any opportunity to strike back.
That night, the maid returned once more. This time, she brought something new: a decorative cat tail—one that had to be worn inside, hip-style.
"Hey! What a shameless thing—is this a cat tail!? The king would never stoop so low, wearing this just to please that man!"
Hancock nearly exploded with rage when she saw the object in her hand—something that looked neither like underwear nor a doll's tail.
But after two days of the so-called "refresher course," she had at least learned one thing: control. So even though she furiously refused, she didn't attack or kill the maid in front of her.
Otherwise, those photos of the Nine Snake Pirates—and of her exposed backside—would be made public.
"I see. The boss predicted you'd be unwilling. If that's the case, the bet is off."
The maid bowed politely, turned around, and began putting on the tail herself, preparing to leave.
Hancock panicked.
"W-Wait a minute..."
The maid paused, tilting her head in confusion. Hancock, face flushed and teeth gritted, lowered her head and muttered,
"Just... leave it here."
On the third day, Hancock took the lessons of the past two days to heart. She was extremely cautious and focused, making far fewer mistakes—and receiving far fewer scoldings.
Finally, her chance came. Kain, distracted by something behind her, had his back turned for three seconds.
Mero Mero Mellow!
Hancock unleashed her Sweet-Sweet Fruit ability—her ultimate weapon. No man had ever resisted it.
But nothing happened.
The heart-shaped light passed through Kain without effect. No petrification, no reaction at all. Hancock's face twitched in disbelief. She used Mero Mero Mellow again. Still nothing.
Kain didn't even lower the newspaper in his hands.
When she prepared to attack for the third time, he casually raised a tiny remote control and pressed a button.
"That's enough. If you're about to attack a third time without admitting your mistake... are you an idiot?"
In that moment, a powerful electric current surged from the cat tail between Hancock's legs. The sensation instantly weakened her legs, and with a breathy moan, she collapsed on the floor.
The current had pushed her to the very edge. Any more, and she might've… overflowed.
"Today's women's training class failed again. Go back and wait for tonight's punishment," Kain said with a mocking smile as he walked over and lightly tapped her shoulder.
The shock returned with just that touch, making Hancock's entire body tremble violently. Even after his hand was gone, she couldn't stop shaking.
"And clean the carpet before you go. For an empress, your self-control is embarrassingly poor."
After he left, Hancock was filled with humiliation. Her heart boiled with shame and fury. She vowed to take revenge—no matter what.
That evening, exhausted, she returned to the basement cell after scrubbing the soiled carpet, doing chores she was terrible at, and forcing herself to eat another pot of her own cooking.
When the maid returned with the new punishment item and explained what it was for, Hancock was left even more flustered.
"This… this thing has to be… stuffed in?"
"If you won't use it, I'll just take it back."
"Damn! Damn it! East—west—put—it—down!"
"Damn! Damn it! East—west—put—it—down!"
Bit by bit, Hancock cracked under the pressure. She had endured this long—if she gave up now, all the humiliation from the past three days would have been for nothing. Even if she had to stuff this thing in, she would endure.
But she would also find her chance—and kill that bastard.
As long as that man was dead, she could still be Empress Boa Hancock of Amazon Lily—the proud, pure Snake Princess.
In the following days, Hancock tried again and again to strike back: sneak attacks, Conqueror's Haki, Armament Haki, and her Devil Fruit powers. None worked.
Instead, the number of restraints and devices on her body increased, while her emotional resistance decreased. Her clothing grew more and more revealing—less from choice and more from surrender.
By the eighth day, she was wearing eight punishment props at once.
Perfume Femur!
The slender, pale legs moved swiftly toward Kain, who was calmly reading a newspaper. He didn't even bother to look up—just pressed the button on the remote control.
A powerful jolt of vibration and electrical stimulation surged through Hancock's body, instantly destabilizing her Armament Haki. Her thighs trembled and buckled, and her lower body spasmed uncontrollably. She collapsed to the floor, half-kneeling, with a gasp.
"Wooo~" she whimpered, taking a while to recover her breath and composure.
"You never learn, do you? Hurry up and give me a massage," Kain scolded. It wasn't the first time he'd said those words over the past few days, and Hancock had grown used to hearing them.
After regaining her strength, Hancock slowly stood up and moved behind Kain. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to massage—but of course, she wasn't about to let such an opportunity go to waste.
"Woo... woo~"
Before she could even act, another wave of stimulation struck her. Hancock dropped to the ground once more, trembling and gasping, her legs splayed wide. A wet sound echoed from beneath her—she had lost control again.
At that moment, the Red Queen sent two messages, one after the other.
Kain read them both, paused in thought, then turned to Hancock. Smiling, he removed the mouth gag from her lips and said:
"Good news, Hancock. Someone's come to rescue you. If all goes smoothly, you'll be out of here in two days."
Without another word, Kain walked out of the room, leaving Hancock stunned.
Her expression was a mixture of surprise and something else—disappointment. The second emotion ran deeper than she wanted to admit. But before she could dwell on it, the maid entered the room, holding a new item in her hands.
It wasn't a cat tail this time. It looked like a piece of clothing—though made of metal.
Meanwhile, back on Amazon Lily, a heavyweight had stepped forward to help: Silvers Rayleigh, the Dark King. Kain wasn't intimidated. He had already tested Hancock's limits many times.
Though Conqueror's Haki was indeed a powerful spiritual force, Hancock's was several times stronger—and Kain had found ways to neutralize it.
The second message, however, gave him more to think about: a communication from the Marines.
The Shichibukai had received a mandatory summons.
Kain had a decision to make: release Hancock… or kill her.
And yet, her training had been so effective that even Hancock herself hadn't realized the extent of the transformation. Killing her now would be a waste.
The Marines' sudden summons could only mean one thing: the execution of Portgas D. Ace, the 2nd Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates. The Shichibukai were being gathered as a show of force.
Not long ago, Kain's Chamber of Commerce had been urged to rush an order of God Missiles and P-3 Howitzers.
The rest of the Kain collective might not care—but this Kain did. Whitebeard was the real target. He would definitely attend the war.
And if, in the end, he could get his hands on Whitebeard's body…
Then he could extract the power of the Gura Gura no Mi—the Quake-Quake Fruit.
It won't be Blackbeard who gets it this time.
It'll be Kain.
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