Exhausted from the most intense fucking of her life, Robin finally returned to her private chambers in the upper floors of Rainbase Casino.
Her long legs still trembled with every step. Thick, warm strands of cum continued to slowly leak down her inner thighs, leaving a glistening trail on the carpet floor. She closed the door behind her, locked it with a soft click, and let out a shaky breath.
"Haaah… fuck…" She muttered to herself in an unbelieving tone recalling what she had just done.
The bathroom was already calling her. Thick steam rose from the large bathtub filled with hot, fragrant water. Robin slowly stepped into the bath completely naked.
The moment the hot water touched her oversensitive skin, a soft moan slipped past her lips.
"Aahhnn~…♡"
She sank down until the water reached her collarbone. Her massive breasts floated slightly on the surface jiggling with the movement of the water. She spread her long legs against the sides of the tub and began cleaning herself thoroughly.
Her slender fingers slid between her still-swollen pussy lips. The moment they brushed against her sensitive inner walls, her entire body twitched hard.
"Nngh—! Mmmhh"
Every stroke of her fingers sent aftershocks of pleasure through her core. After a while, she moved her hands up to her heavy breasts, cupping them and slowly pinching her dark-pink nipples under the water with a filthy sigh.
"Mmmh~… That was… way too intense…" she whispered to herself, a dark smile curling on her lips. "I actually fucked the Warlord of the Sea…"
The familiar blue screen materialized above the steaming water.
[Congratulations, my Queen~ that was so sensual♡]
Robin leaned her head back against the edge of the tub, still lazily circling her clit under the water with two fingers.
"How many Degenerate Points did I gain?"
[450 Degenerate Points.]
Her blue eyes widened slightly in surprise 'At this rate...'.
[However… this was a one-time boon. You pushed your body far beyond normal limits for your first time. Future gains of this scale will require more creative methods, higher-quality targets, or greater risks. Simple sex alone will no longer give you such extravagant rewards.]
Robin hummed thoughtfully, her fingers still moving in wet circles under the water.
"I see… So I'll have to get more creative from now on, huh?"
She waved her hand, opening the Lottery interface with a lazy flick of her fingers.
[Spin the Lottery? (100 DP)]
"Spin it."
The glowing roulette spun for several seconds before stopping with a elegant chime.
[Congratulations! You have obtained a B-Rank Item: Slave Collar (One-Time Use Item)]
[Effect: Can be used on a target weaker than the Host. Forces the target to obey one command]
A sleek black collar with a small green gem appeared in her palm. Robin examined it under the soft bathroom light, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
"This… will come in handy."
She closed her fingers around the collar and with a soft hum it disappeared into the system inventory resting beside senzu beans.
After that she adjusted her plans for tomorrows meeting in her mind and finally allowed herself to relax completely, floating in the warm water with a deeply satisfied expression drifting into much-needed sleep.
"Mmmh~… Good night, my dear System…"
***
Rainbase Casino – Private Meeting Room
The long meeting table had been cleaned after last night's aftermath, though faint scratches and a few broken edges still remained if one looked closely enough.
Mr. 1 (Daz Bones) sat right to the head seat with his usual cold expression while Mr. 2 (Bon Clay) was standing on his chair, striking poses as if performing for an invisible audience.
Further down, Mr. 3 (Galdino) sat stiffly, absently forming small wax figures on the table out of boredom.
Mr. 5 and Mr. 9 occupied the lower seats, while Miss Doublefinger stood near the wall with her arms folded. At the far end, Princess Vivi (disguised as Miss Wednesday) sat quietly, her sharp eyes carefully observing everyone in the room.
Bon Clay suddenly broke the silence with a theatrical sigh.
"Honestly, why were we summoned on such short notice? Did some high-ranking agent get eliminated overnight?" Mr. 2 spoke looking at missing figure of Mr. 4.
Mr. 3 immediately glared at him.
"Shut up, you clown. Mr. 0 is the one who called this meeting. Something important must have happened."
"Oh my, Mr. 3~ Why do you look so stiff like a wax?" Bon Clay humored.
Daz Bones finally cut in, his voice sharp like a blade.
"Enough. Both of you. The next person who speaks out of turn will answer me."
The room immediately fell silent. Even Bon Clay closed his mouth with a dramatic pout.
Vivi muttered under her breath.
'…Not everyone has arrived yet. Several high number agents are still missing.'
Then as if to answer her question—
A sweet floral scent began spreading through the room from the corner where Miss Doublefinger stood. One by one, the agent's expressions softened, their bodies relaxing under the invisible influence.
A soft chuckle echoed from the shadowed corner near the entrance.
"Fufufu~ My apologies for being late, everyone."
All eyes turned at once toward the voice.
Soon Miss All Sunday stepped into the light with unhurried steps.
"There will be no other agents joining us today," she said calmly.
She no longer wore her usual black combat outfit. Instead, a deep purple dress clung to her body like liquid silk. The neckline plunged low enough to reveal the soft curve of her breasts.
The fabric hugged her narrow waist before flowing over the full, rounded shape of her hips, a high slit flashing long legs with each step.
Her long black hair cascaded down her back in soft waves. Her blue eyes still carried that familiar scholarly calm.
The moment she entered, the atmosphere in the room shifted completely. Bon Clay's usual theatrics vanished as a flush rose to his cheeks.
Mr. 3's wax figures softened and melted slightly under the sudden heat in his body. Mr. 5 and Mr. 9 swallowed hard, their eyes locked on the soft bounce of her breasts and the exposed length of her thigh.
Even Vivi felt a strange warmth bloom low in her stomach before she quickly forced her gaze away. Only Daz Bones managed to keep most of his composure, though he still had to subtly shift in his seat as his pants tightened.
Miss Double finger's breathing grew heavier. Her thighs pressed together almost unconsciously as her hand drifted downward, cupping herself through her clothes. The closer Robin walked, the wetter she felt.
"M-Miss All Sunday…?" she asked in a shaky voice. "Is that… really you?"
Robin smiled and leaned in close, her soft breath brushing against Miss Doublefinger's ear as she whispered something too quiet for the others to hear. At the same time, a faint pulse of 'Devil's Touch' and concentrated pheromones washed over the woman.
Miss Doublefinger's entire body shuddered at the sudden feeling. Spikes and Goosebumps erupted across her skin as a sharp spike of pleasure shot straight between her legs. Her knees nearly gave out.
Robin's delicate hands caught her waist before she could fall, holding her upright with grace. The sight of the usually composed Miss Doublefinger being supported so intimately by Robin made several of the male agents grit their teeth in envy.
'Against normal devil fruit users, my ability works wonder.' Robin thought.
"Are you feeling okay Ms. Doublefinger," Robin murmured, guiding her to her seat before continuing toward the table.
She walked elegantly, fully aware of everyone's hungry gaze on her body, and took the seat at the opposite head of the table — directly across from Crocodile's empty chair, and quite close to Vivi.
"Good morning, everyone. Without wasting another second of your precious time, let us begin the main agenda of today's meeting."
Just as the agents were about to respond, every light in the room suddenly went out.
An oppressive presence filled the room.
When the lights returned, Crocodile or Mr. 0 was seated at the head of the table, cigar between his lips, golden hook gleaming under the restored light.
His gaze swept across the room before settling on Robin… and lingered there for a moment confirming what happened yesterday wasn't a dream.