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"Sith Oguro, huh?"
Garp looked down at the file in his hand, muttering to himself, "Seems like a decent guy."
This intel had been gathered by the Marines themselves—no smear jobs or propaganda from the World Government.
He'd saved Cocoyasi Village and Alabasta, and he'd never once flown a pirate flag.
"A man like that… would he even accept a position as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea?"
Garp hadn't met Oguro in person, but something told him that kind of man wouldn't agree so easily.
"Ah, forget it." Garp tossed the file aside with a shrug. "I'm just the messenger anyway. Once I deliver the message, I'm taking leave back to East Blue. Whether he accepts or not, that's Sengoku's headache."
"Alright, brats! Full speed ahead!"
At his command, the warship surged toward the direction of Water 7.
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On the Desert Rose.
Oguro lay stretched out on a beach chair while Rukia massaged his shoulders.
How to put it… ever since Byakuya had given her that long lecture, Rukia's behavior had gone through quite the transformation.
She'd taken the initiative to handle the meals on board, manage the ship's upkeep, and even started giving Oguro massages in her free time.
With the strict discipline of the Kuchiki household, her care was nothing short of flawless.
Noticing Rukia's sudden change, Rangiku immediately grew cautious.
The Kuchiki family really doesn't hold back, huh…
Who could possibly resist a beautiful, gentle, and elegant woman like her?
Byakuya truly lived up to the name of family head—what a brilliant move.
But Rangiku wasn't about to lose that easily.
That night, after a swim, she appeared before Oguro in a light swimsuit, holding two bottles of wine.
After several rounds, her cheeks were flushed as she leaned softly against him.
Her damp hair clung to her smooth, pale skin, exuding a lazy, intoxicating allure.
"Soul King-sama, let me feed you a drink…"
Using the boldness that came with alcohol, Rangiku took a sip of red wine, then pressed her lips against Oguro's.
The sweet, tangy taste of wine flowed between them.
The entire scene was seen clearly by the others on deck.
Robin smiled faintly and turned back into her cabin.
Nami's eyes burned with jealousy; she almost stormed up to pull them apart, but then remembered she might not win that fight and slumped her shoulders in frustration.
Rukia fumed silently. Rangiku, you shameless woman!
But she couldn't intervene.
First—she had no standing.
As Shinigami, everything they were could be offered to the Soul King. On what grounds could she interfere?
Second—her current image was that of a composed, refined noble lady.
If she broke that now, the persona she'd worked so hard to build would shatter instantly.
That woman's moves are brutal! Rukia thought angrily.
Even Soi Fon felt a pang of jealousy, but as a captain, her pride wouldn't let her act out in front of everyone.
Oguro, however, was calm as ever.
After these few days, even he could tell what the women were thinking.
There wasn't a Shinigami alive who could reject the Soul King.
Even the mighty Kuchiki clan—one of the Four Noble Houses—would gladly rise higher if Rukia were to marry him.
So Oguro neither rejected nor discouraged their advances.
The wine soon ran out, but the distance between the two kept shrinking.
Oguro could feel his arm sinking into something impossibly soft, unable to pull away.
The fragrance of her body was enough to make anyone lose control.
He stood up, picked Rangiku up in his arms, and carried her back into the cabin.
Oguro led Rangiku into the cozy cabin, the door clicking shut behind them with a soft thud. He guided her over to the bed, lowering her gently onto the plush mattress.
As they began to undress each other with growing urgency, Oguro's eyes roved hungrily over every inch of Rangiku's exposed flesh.
Her creamy skin was flushed a pretty pink, whether from the effects of the wine or the anticipation of what was to come, he wasn't sure. But the sight was incredibly enticing.
Once they were both bare, Oguro drank in the sight of her voluptuous curves - the soft swells of her breasts, the narrow waist flaring out to wide hips, the tantalizing juncture of her thighs. His cock got erect instantly.
"I want to please you, Soul King-sama. to show you the depths of my devotion," Rangiku breathed, her voice slightly husky. The boldness the wine had given her was evident in her eyes, smoldering with desire.
"I may not have experience, but I know enough to worship this magnificent body of yours."
With that, she leaned in to capture his lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and barely restrained hunger.
Her hands roamed his chest and abdomen, tracing the defined ridges of his muscles before wrapping around his thick shaft.
The heated kiss lingered for a few long, breathless moments before they reluctantly parted, both panting softly. A thin strand of saliva connected their mouths briefly before breaking.
Rangiku sank fluidly to her knees before Oguro, her slender fingers curling around his impressive, throbbing shaft.
She stroked him with tentative movements at first, gauging his reaction. Finding his encouragement in his low groans and the way his hips flexed into her touch, she grew bolder.
Her other hand cupped and rolled his heavy balls, marveling at the weight of them in her palm. She learned the contours of him, committing every detail to memory.
Rangiku nuzzled into his crotch, inhaling deeply of his musky scent before extending her little pink tongue to lick the pre-cum on the tip.
"Mmmm... It's delicious" she murmured appreciatively, swirling her tongue around the swollen crown before taking him into her mouth.
Rangiku tried her best to mimic what she'd seen couples doing, bobbing her head awkwardly at first before finding a rhythm.
Rangiku continued her enthusiastic ministrations, learning and improving with each passing moment.
She discovered that Oguro seemed particularly sensitive to the flat of her tongue along the underside of his shaft and the swirl of her tongue around the head.
Emboldened by his increasingly desperate groans and the way his hands held her hair up, she began to take him deeper, relaxing her throat to accommodate his impressive length.
"Fuuuuck...your mouth feels incredible," Oguro panted, his legs trembling slightly from the intensity of the sensations. He'd never experienced anything quite like it before, the wet heat of her mouth and the soft tongue driving him wild with pleasure.
Rangiku observed his reactions intently, noting the way his breath hitched and his hips bucked when she did certain things.
Spotting his approaching peak, she decided to push him over the edge. Suddenly, she took him to the hilt, her nose pressing against his pelvis as she swallowed around him.
Her throat convulsed rhythmically, massaging his cock in a way that made his eyes roll back in his head.
"Fuck!!, Rangiku!" Oguro roared, his hips jerking erratically as his orgasm crashed over him without warning. Thick, heavy ropes of his release painted her throat and tongue as she worked him through it, swallowing eagerly.
Rangiku continued to lap gently at Oguro's softening cock, cleaning him thoroughly with her tongue. The salty-sweet taste of his release mingled with the musk of his skin, an intoxicating combination.
With a final, tender kiss to the tip, she sat back on her heels and gazed up at him with a satisfied smirk.
"I'm so glad I could bring you such pleasure, my soul king," she purred, her voice husky with satisfaction. " I may not have extensive experience, but I'm a quick learner."
Rangiku rose gracefully to her feet, pressing her naked body flush against Oguro's. She trailed her fingers lightly down his chest, over his abs, until they brushed teasingly over his spent shaft.
"Now, I believe it's my turn to receive some love? Hope you're not done already My Lord, hmm?" she murmured sultrily, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief and promise.
At the sight of Rangiku's teasing smile and the feeling of her soft hand brushing over his sensitive shaft, Oguro felt his cock stirring back to life almost immediately.
He growled low in his throat, a predatory glint entering his eyes as he grabbed her round ass with both hands. With a swift motion, he lifted her off her feet and carried her over to the bed, laying her down on the plush surface.
Rangiku spread her thighs wantonly, the slick pink folds of her sex glistening in the dim light of the cabin.
Her arousal was evident, the delicate petals already wet with her essence. She looked up at Oguro through her lashes, a coy smile playing about her lips.
"Well, well, well... Daring today aren't we?" Oguro rumbled, his voice a low, husky. He traced one long finger through her slick folds, gathering some of her juices before bringing it to his mouth to taste. "so sweet."
Rangiku gasped and shivered at the intimate touch, her hips arching up off the bed.
"Please, my lord...I need you inside me. I want to feel every inch of you stretching me open, filling me up so deep," she begged shamelessly, her hands reaching for him, trying to pull him closer.
Seeing her eagerness, Oguro positioned himself between Rangiku's splayed thighs, the broad head of his cock notching against her slick entrance.
He rubbed his tip at her folds teasingly, coating his shaft in her honey before pushing forward slowly, breaching her tight channel inch by glorious inch.
"Ohhhh...so big..." Rangiku moaned, her back arching off the bed as she stretched to accommodate his impressive girth.
There was a brief moment of resistance as he encountered her hymen, but with a gentle thrust of his hips, it gave way, allowing him to sink into her to the hilt.
Oguro paused, letting Rangiku adjust to the foreign intrusion. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him rhythmically, as if trying to memorize every contour of his thick length.
To his surprise, she showed no real signs of pain, merely a few soft whimpers of discomfort that quickly morphed into breathy moans of pleasure.
"I...I think I'm ready," Rangiku panted after a moment, her hips shifting restlessly beneath him. "Please, my lord...move inside me. Take me, make me yours."
Emboldened by her words, Oguro began to thrust, withdrawing until just the tip remained before surging back in.
*Pah *Pah *Pah *Pah *Pah *Pah
The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh and their mingled moans filled the air as he set a steady, deep rhythm.
Rangiku's inner muscles gripped Oguro's shaft like a velvet vise, rippling and clenching around him with each deep thrust.
Her legs locked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as she urged him on with breathy cries of pleasure.
"Oh yes, just like that! Don't stop please!" she moaned loudly, her head thrashing from side to side. The sight of her breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts was incredibly enticing, drawing Oguro's hungry gaze.
He leaned down to capture one straining peak between his lips, suckling and nipping at the sensitive bud. His tongue swirled around the stiff nub, flicking over it teasingly before he drew it into the wet heat of his mouth.
Rangiku cried out sharply at the added stimulation, her back bowing off the bed. "Ahhhh...don't stop! That feels so good!"
Encouraged by her response, Oguro lavished attention on both heavy globes, kneading the soft flesh and laving the pebbled tips with his tongue.
All the while, he continued his relentless assault on her core, his hips moving in a steady, driving rhythm.
The lewd sounds of their coupling grew louder and more urgent, punctuated by their mingled moans and the creaking of the bed frame beneath them.
As the intensity built between them, both Oguro and Rangiku found themselves rapidly approaching their peaks. The obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and their escalating moans filled the cabin, a primal symphony of passion and pleasure.
"Oh god, I'm so close!" Rangiku keened, her nails raking down Oguro's sweat-slicked back as her inner walls clenched rhythmically around him, as if trying to milk his cock dry.
The feeling of her velvety heat gripping him so tightly, rippling along his length like a silken fist, drove Oguro wild with pleasure. With a guttural groan, he redoubled his efforts, his hips snapping forward in a frenzied pace.
"Yes, yes, just like that!" Rangiku screamed, her head thrashing from side to side as the coil of tension inside her wound tighter and tighter. With one last, deep thrust, she came instantly, her orgasm crashing over her in a cataclysmic wave.
Her pussy spasmed almost violently around Oguro's pistoning shaft, the rippling of her inner muscles triggering his own release.
"Fuck!! Rangiku I'm gonna cum!!!"
With a hoarse shout of her name, he slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside her welcoming heat.
His cock pulsed and jerked as he painted her inner walls with thick, heavy ropes of his potent release, filling her womb with his essence.
They both stayed still for few moments, recovering from the intense orgasm.
Then Oguro pulled out of her, then he put her on fours, his cock still hard after releasing 2 times.
"W-wait!! My lord I'm still sensi-" her words had no effect as he cut her off and put it inside again.
"We've only just begun my dear, we got the whole night to ourselves." With that Oguro began moving again.
The moon rose high above the sea.
The night was filled with heat, movement, and the faintly sweet scent of pleasure.
...
By morning, Rangiku yawned as she stepped onto the deck, stretching languidly.
A glow of satisfaction softened her features, giving her a charm she'd never shown before.
"Morning~" she greeted cheerfully, waving at Rukia, who sat at the table.
Rukia silently rolled her eyes. "Eat your breakfast."
She wasn't happy about it, but she wasn't going to start a fight either.
Truth be told, all of them had been mentally prepared for something like this.
Rangiku grinned, slinging an arm over Rukia's shoulder. "Don't be so tense~ It'll be your turn soon enough."
"With how possessive Soul King-sama is, there's no way he'd hand us over to anyone else. You can relax."
Rukia sighed, gesturing that she understood.
Still, she made up her mind—this time, Rangiku got ahead of her by surprise. Next time, she wouldn't let anyone beat her to it.
...
Two more days passed.
They were now less than half a day away from Water 7.
Rangiku had only grown more radiant, which made the others increasingly envious.
Suddenly, from the lookout post, Hanataro's voice rang out.
"Soul King-sama! The Marines are approaching!"
Everyone looked up to see a massive warship heading straight toward the Desert Rose—it was clearly after Oguro!
"Wait… a dog-head warship?"
Seeing the ship's figurehead—shaped like a dog biting a bone—Oguro broke into a cold sweat.
Vice Admiral Garp… that's a real legend.
He'd once cornered Roger himself and, even at seventy-eight years old, could still flatten an entire town with a single punch.
No Devil Fruit powers—just pure strength that could crush even the three Admirals, the strongest of the Logia users.
It was that same punch that made his threat to kill Akainu something no one dared doubt.
"This is bad," Oguro muttered, face tightening. He assumed Garp was here to capture him.
Soi Fon's expression hardened. "Soul King-sama, there's someone incredibly strong on that ship."
"Yeah… extremely strong," Oguro replied with a wry smile. "Soi Fon, you're probably the only one here who can go a few rounds with him. I'm counting on you."
"Yes, Soul King-sama!"
Soi Fon clenched her fists and took her stance.
The next second, a figure suddenly shot off from the Marine ship.
"He's coming," Oguro said, his eyes narrowing.
Dark lightning flickered around the man's body.
The peak of Armament Haki!
Its power rivaled a natural disaster.
"Soi Fon!"
With a thunderous crack, her spiritual pressure burst forth, wrapping around her like flowing ribbons.
Shunkō!
The overwhelming force of Garp's presence made her unleash her full power from the start.
Combining Hakuda and Kidō into a combat technique of pure destruction, each strike she threw could split mountains and rivers.
"Oh? You've got some power after all!" Garp exclaimed midair, surprised.
His mission wasn't just to invite Oguro to become a Warlord, but also to test the mysterious woman whose strength, according to reports, rivaled an Admiral's.
That was why Garp opened with a heavy strike—to see what she was capable of.
And Soi Fon's fierce response instantly fired him up.
"Show me, then! Let's see if that Admiral-level strength of yours is the real deal!"
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