Chapter 290 – Meeting With Tsuru
[Scene Change]
Mia and I were slowly walking through the palace corridors toward the royal meeting room where Tsuru was waiting for me.
Mia was walking a few steps ahead of me; her short maid skirt was swaying with each step and occasionally revealing her bare ass. And she was not wearing any panties.
Seeing such a nice ass, I stepped closer and firmly grabbed one of her plump asscheeks. I then began kneading the soft ass without any care for who might see.
"Bitch. Did you clean your pussy?"
Mia's body tensed for a second, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed her ass back into my hand slightly. She then answered me obediently.
"Mmm… Master, no…♥ My pussy hole is still filled with your cum. I want to keep it inside as long as possible…"
I squeezed her ass harder, digging my fingers into the soft flesh and giving it a rough knead. The red spanking marks from earlier were still faintly visible on her skin.
"So you're walking around the palace with your master's cum leaking out of your slutty maid cunt? What a filthy maid."
"Yes…♥ I'm a dirty maid…♥ I like feeling Master's cum inside me while I work…♥ Aahh…♥"
Kneading…! Kneading…!
I continued groping and kneading her ass as we walked. I would even occasionally slide my fingers between her cheeks and brush against her asshole. Each time I did, a soft, stifled moan escaped her lips.
I was playing with her asshole, but she was keeping her posture as professional as possible.
"You're nothing but a cumdump in a maid uniform. Remember that."
"Yes, Master…♥ I'm Master's personal cum-dump maid…♥ Please use me whenever you want…♥"
Squeeze…!
I gave her ass one final firm squeeze just as we reached the large wooden doors of the private meeting room.
Mia quickly straightened her skirt, wiped the expression of lust from her face, and returned to her perfect professional maid demeanor. She knocked lightly, then opened the door for me.
"Vice Admiral Tsuru is waiting inside, Master."
I also released her ass and stepped inside the meeting room.
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[Scene Change]
As I entered the room, I took a moment to observe the surroundings.
The private meeting room was spacious and elegant. There was a long, polished wooden table in the center, surrounded by several comfortable sofas and high-backed chairs.
The walls were decorated with refined paintings of the sea and ancient maps. And there was a tall bookshelf, which was filled with thick volumes, lining one side of the room.
The room was filled with soft afternoon sunlight, which was giving the space a calm yet formal atmosphere.
And in the middle of the room was Vice Admiral Tsuru sitting on the chair.
She was wearing the standard Marine vice admiral uniform. She was wearing a crisp white shirt and white pants. And her Vice Admiral coat was draped loosely over her shoulders. The top three buttons of her shirt were opened, and her pants were tight around her ass. So even in our formal outfit, she was looking quite slutty.
'Is she really two generations older than me?'
I looked at her body. Despite her age, she was looking no older than a woman in her late thirties or early forties.
She was looking more like a mature MILF than a GILF.
No!
She was not just any MILF. She was looking like a high-class prostitute who had aged with perfect grace. The kind of woman a man could not help but imagine bending over a desk and fuck.
What surprised me most, however, was her aura.
I had expected the dignified, sharp, and commanding presence of a high-ranking Marine officer — the legendary strategist of the Marines. Instead, the woman sitting in front of me was giving off a completely different feeling.
There was a subtle grace in the way she was sitting, and her smile was like the prostitute had found her favorite customer.
There was quite a lust in her eyes that she was trying (and failing) to fully conceal.
She looked less like an untouchable vice admiral and more like a high-class prostitute who had gone far too long without a man's touch… and was now desperate enough to do almost anything to be properly fucked.
I closed the door behind me and walked further into the room. Now I was just a few steps away from her.
Tsuru looked up at me. Her expression was carefully composed, yet she was unable to completely hide the interest in her gaze.
"Hero Alex," she said in a calm, mature voice. "I've been waiting for you."
"Hello, Vice Admiral Tsuru. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Tsuru gave me a polite smile and gestured toward the chair directly across from her.
"Please have a seat."
I walked over and sat down facing her.
"Thank you."
For a moment, neither of us spoke. A quiet tension settled between us as we simply observed one another. My eyes briefly traced the soft curves of her body beneath the white Marine uniform and her huge tits. I was wondering if they were shaggy like an old woman or tight like a MILF.
'So… should I just pull my dick out and put it in front of her like Titi suggested? Or should I go along with the flow for now?'
I considered several possibilities, but one thing was already certain in my mind: I was definitely going to fuck this mature GILF before the meeting ended.
Tsuru was the first to break the silence. Her voice was calm, measured, and practiced.
"First of all, I must apologize regarding Crocodile. It seems he brought a great deal of suffering to Alabasta. Properly speaking, that responsibility should have fallen on the Marines. However… as you know, even we are often helpless when it comes to the existence of the Shichibukai system. That decision belongs to the World Government, and we had little choice but to accept it."
She carefully framed the conversation around the Shichibukai, placing the blame on the World Government while presenting the Marines as reluctant participants. It was a smooth, political way of distancing herself from Crocodile's crimes.
"As compensation," she continued, "we have decided to provide more than five billion Berries in additional reparations. We will also establish a permanent Marine branch here in Alabasta. This way, in the future, there will be Marines stationed to help protect the kingdom."
She went on to list several other compensatory measures related to the damage and conspiracy caused by Crocodile. Most of these points, however, had clearly already been discussed and settled with Queen Titi. The real negotiations on that matter were already finished. There was little for me to add.
I simply gave her a polite, measured response.
"I understand. Queen Titi has already informed me of the main points. Alabasta will certainly benefit from the additional support and the new Marine presence."
And I certainly did not believe that the Marines were truly good or that they genuinely hated the Shichibukai system. If that were the case, then in the future someone like Edward Weevil — the so-called son of Whitebeard who had once cut Admiral Zephyr's arm — would never have been allowed to become a Warlord.
But I did not bring any of that up.
First of all, I was not completely sure whether this world followed the exact same path as the original manga and anime. Second, and more importantly, I simply did not care enough to argue about it. My real goal in this world had never been politics or justice. I only wanted to enjoy the women here and fuck them all to my heart's content.
So I simply gave Tsuru a polite, noncommittal smile regarding Crocodile's crimes, the compensation, and the existence of the Shichibukai system.
Tsuru was sharp enough to notice my lack of real interest. She observed me for a moment longer, then smoothly changed the topic without forcing the previous discussion.
"In that case," she said in her calm, mature voice, "let us move on to the main reason I requested this private meeting."