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Chapter - 149 The Garden of Broken Crowns: From Resistance to Worship. (R-18)
🕑 Added 2025-05-25 21:41:45 +0000 UTCWhile Lakeman claimed his newest pet, the world beyond the villa shifted in silence.
Shakky had just delivered her next target—Princess Ayaka of the Ketsu Dynasty—to Cipher Pol’s underground holding cell.
The girl, still barely resisting, would be processed within days.
“Keep her untouched,” Shakky had instructed the agents. “Only Master will take her virginity.”
At the same time, Stussy’s leaks caused a full political meltdown in the upper councils of the desert kingdom Al'Marah.
Two noble houses blamed each other for leaked military plans, and by dusk, a civil war would begin.
Back in the Room — After the Break
Leveia collapsed onto the carpet, her holes dripping, her mind shattered in bliss.
Her body twitched from orgasm after orgasm—each one drawn out under Lakeman’s perfect, possessive touch.
Mirana crawled beside her, licking up the cum between her legs like a jealous pet.
Robin climbed onto Lakeman’s lap and lowered herself onto his cock, riding him slowly as she moaned into his neck.
“Mmmhh… Master… your pet is so full…”
He gripped her waist and began to thrust upward.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Leveia looked up from the floor.
Tears in her eyes.
A smile on her lips.
“I live… only to be used…”
That night, another kingdom fell.
Another queen was bound.
Another CP unit began embedding Lakeman’s will into pirate syndicates and marine families alike.
Mirana slept at Lakeman’s feet, Leveia curled beside her.
Robin and Lily lay across his bed, holes stretched, bodies marked by his seed.
……………
The moon hung low over Mariejois, casting a silver veil over the sacred halls of the Holy Land. Beneath its cold gaze, wealth and bloodlines clung to their dignity like fading embers.
But within Lakeman’s villa, there was no illusion of nobility.
Only ownership.
Only power.
Only the inevitable submission of all things to one man.
He sat on his bed that evening, surrounded by the moaning forms of his most recent conquests.
Robin knelt between his legs, gently stroking his thick shaft with both hands.
Lily straddled his lap, guiding the tip against her soaked folds but waiting for permission.
On the floor, Mirana and Leveia lay side by side—naked, cum-slick, breathless from hours of use.
But tonight, Lakeman’s attention drifted elsewhere.
He had been told of a new arrival.
One who hadn’t yet broken.
One who still resisted.
He smiled.
“Let’s meet the last leaf of pride.”
The grand doors opened.
Two female CP agents entered, leading a bound noblewoman between them.
Lady Sylvette Veldrin.
The last heir to a proud northern bloodline that had remained independent from World Government entanglement for generations.
Her family held ancestral lands, arcane knowledge, and a reputation for cold elegance.
Now, she stood inside Lakeman’s chamber with her wrists shackled in silk and her eyes blazing with fury.
Her body was a work of aristocratic perfection—sculpted like a porcelain statue, with pale, flawless skin and long silver-blonde hair cascading down her back.
She wore only a translucent violet robe, parted at the center to reveal the curve of her breasts and the soft valley between her thighs.
But she didn’t kneel.
She glared.
Lakeman rose slowly from his throne.
His cock glistened, slick from Robin’s kisses. His chest was bare, his muscles rippling under the soft golden light.
He walked toward her.
Every step echoed like fate.
Sylvette tried not to flinch.
“You think your lineage protects you?” Lakeman said, voice calm. “That your family name is some sort of shield?”
She said nothing.
He reached out, grasped her chin, and tilted her head upward.
“I see your fear.”
Her jaw tightened. “You will not—break me.”
He chuckled.
“Break you? Sylvette…”
He leaned down, brushing his lips over her ear.
“I’m going to own you.”
He didn’t touch her further.
Not yet.
Instead, he turned to Lily and gestured.
“Prepare the garden chamber.”
Moments later, Sylvette was escorted into a private sanctum of Lakeman’s villa—one none of the other women had entered yet.
It was a lush, enclosed space—white blossoms climbing the walls, warm candles lining the floor, a pool in the center surrounded by velvet cushions.
Sylvette stood in the center.
Still bound.
Still silent.
Lakeman entered alone.
He didn’t speak.
He simply sat on a raised dais at the far end of the room, legs spread, robe open, cock half-erect and glistening.
He motioned toward her.
“Strip.”
She didn’t move.
He sighed.
“Very well.”
With a wave of his hand, her robe disintegrated into motes of violet light, leaving her bare and glowing in the candlelight.
Sylvette gasped, arms instinctively trying to cover herself—though the shackles kept them behind her.
Lakeman admired her silently for a moment.
“Come.”
She didn’t.
So he rose.
And walked.
And slapped her across the cheek.
Smack.
She gasped.
But her knees wobbled.
He gripped her chin again.
“You’ve been taught to bow your head for kings. But none ever made you feel it.”
She tried to spit in his face.
He grinned and caught it—licking the spit off his finger slowly.
“Good. You’ll taste your own defiance when I fuck it out of you.”
He pushed her down onto the cushions.
Her breasts bounced as she landed, wrists still behind her back, legs forced open by his knee.
He took his time.
His fingers slid between her folds—already soaked.
Schlp…
She shuddered.
“No… I… that’s not…”
He rubbed harder, thumb circling her clit slowly.
“Mmmhh—!”
Her moans escaped before she could stop them.
“Your body is honest,” Lakeman whispered.
He leaned down and bit her shoulder—hard.
She screamed.
But her back arched.
He positioned himself at her entrance.
Her eyes widened.
“No—!”
Pah!
He entered her in one hard thrust.
Her scream tore through the room.
But so did the squelch of her dripping pussy taking in his cock.
Squelch.
Slap.
Slap. Slap.
He fucked her deeply, slow at first—his cock thick and heavy, stretching her defiant cunt as she whimpered and fought not to moan.
But the sound came anyway.
“Hhhhaaah… mmmhh… I—no—ahhh—”
He gripped her wrists, lifted her hips, and began pounding her mercilessly.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
“Who are you?”
“N-No—ahh—”
“Say. It.”
Her pussy clenched.
Her mind snapped.
“Y-Your slave!”
“Louder.”
“YOUR SLAVE! MASTER—PLEASE—BREAK ME—!”
He roared as he came deep inside her.
She convulsed.
Screamed.
Came with him.
He didn’t let her speak again that night.
He had her gagged in soft silk, her body cradled in his arms as he lay back on his bed.
She whimpered quietly.
Trembling.
Mindless.
Owned.
Robin and Lily curled beside her, gently caressing her arms and hair.
“Welcome, sister,” Lily whispered into her ear.
Mirana knelt before the throne, sucking Lakeman’s cock slowly.
Slrrrp.
Slrrrp.
Slrp.
Sylvette's eyes drifted closed.
Not from exhaustion.
From surrender.
By morning, Sylvette no longer resisted.
She crawled beside Mirana to greet Lakeman.
Collared.
Open.
Wet.
Cipher Pol had processed three more noblewomen during the night.
Princess Ayaka had arrived in chains, and an empress from the South Seas was now locked in the red-silk chamber awaiting her turn.
Lakeman smiled.
Another name crossed from resistance to worship.
And the world beneath the red sun burned a little quieter.
……………
The red-silk chamber was quiet that evening.
Soft candlelight bathed the room in a golden hue, shadows dancing across sheer drapes and marble columns.
Incense burned slowly from a lotus-shaped censer, filling the air with a scent that dulled fear and heightened longing.
It was a room only opened for the most precious tributes.
A room of first times.
A room of irreversible submission.
Lakeman stood barefoot near the center, bare-chested, his robe loose at his hips.
His blood-red eyes glowed faintly beneath the golden chandelier. His cock, already half-erect, twitched at the sight before him.
Kneeling side by side on a velvet platform were two contrasting visions of beauty.
On the left—Princess Ayaka.
Barely twenty. Slender and delicate.
Long raven hair cascading down her bare back, her pale skin untouched. Her perfect breasts quivered with every frightened breath.
A sheer white veil hung over her lower body, doing nothing to hide the purity of her trembling pussy. Her lips parted, eyes wide, body virginal and pristine.
On the right—The Empress of Nightingale Kingdom, Saya.
A mature woman in her forties, yet ageless in allure.
Her long, dark hair was tied in an elegant bun, golden pins still clinging to her former dignity.
Her full, heavy breasts were barely contained by the crimson sash across her chest, her wide hips soft and ripe.
She knelt calmly—head bowed—not broken, but already prepared to give herself.
One trembled.
One waited.
Both would belong to him.
Lakeman moved to Ayaka first.
She flinched as he knelt before her.
Her eyes filled with tears—fear, confusion, and a strange hunger she didn’t yet understand.
He reached out.
His fingers grazed her cheek.
She gasped.
“Please…” she whispered, “I-I’ve never…”
He pressed a finger to her lips.
“I know.”
She whimpered as he gently pushed her onto her back, her arms wrapping instinctively across her chest.
He didn’t pull them away.
Instead, he kissed her navel.
Softly.
Slowly.
Her back arched.
“Ah…!”
His tongue traced upward, swirling around her nipple.
Slrp. Slrp.
It stiffened instantly.
“Your body is honest,” he whispered.
Her breath hitched.
He lowered himself between her legs, pulling her thighs apart slowly.
Her virgin slit was pink, soaked, twitching.
He ran his tongue from the base to the tip.
Slllrp.
Schlick.
“Aahh! M-Master—!”
He didn’t fuck her yet.
Not until she screamed for it.
His fingers parted her slowly, one finger teasing her entrance.
Her virginity clung tightly.
He circled her clit with his tongue, lips sucking gently.
Slllurp.
Slrrp.
Flick.
Her moans became sobs of pleasure.
“P-Please—please I want—take it—!”
He rose, his cock throbbing as it pressed against her entrance.
She looked up, eyes wide with trust and terror.
He whispered one word.
“Be Mine.”
And thrust in.
Pah!
She screamed.
Tears spilled.
He held her, rocking slowly inside.
Her tight walls clung to him, wrapped around his cock like silk trying to keep him inside forever.
Slap. Slap.
Squish. Squish.
He made love to her like a god claiming his flower—dominant, slow, and relentless.
She came for the first time, spasming around him, crying out his name.
“MASTERRRR—AHHH—!”
He groaned and released deep inside her virgin womb, flooding her with thick warmth.
She twitched, body limp, eyes blank with bliss.
He turned to the second woman as Ayaka collapsed in the sheets beside him.
The Empress was already bowing.
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“Use me,” she whispered. “I lived as a goddess. Now let me serve one.”
Lakeman smiled.
He didn’t need to prepare her.
He gripped her jaw, pulled her up, and kissed her deeply.
Mmmnnh…
slrp…
Kisss…
Their tongues danced.
He pushed her down on her knees, cock still glistening from Ayaka’s virgin cream.
He slapped it against her cheek.
Pah. Pah.
She moaned.
“Let me clean your tool, Master…”
She wrapped her mature lips around his shaft.
Slrrp.
Schlk.
Gllck.
Glhck.
Her throat took him smoothly, trained in submission.
Lakeman growled softly as he grabbed her bun and face-fucked her like she belonged to him.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
Slrk. Slrp.
“Mmmh..”
She choked and moaned.
When he pulled out, strands of saliva trailed from her chin.
He bent her over the bed.
Her ass was round and heavy—perfect.
He spread her cheeks and shoved his cock into her pussy with no warning.
Squish!
Pah!
Pah!
“Yes! Ruin me! Claim my royal pussy with your cock—!”
He fucked her brutally, her wet mature cunt taking his full length like it had waited its entire life.
Slap. Slap.
Squish.
Slap.
She squirted.
Again.
And again.
Her screams filled the room.
He pulled out, spread her ass, and entered her backdoor.
Pah!
“HHHAAAH! YES—TAKE IT—TAKE EVERYTHING—!”
Her body bounced with each thrust.
Her mind unraveled.
Her reign ended.
She belonged to him now.
“Oooh—-”
He filled her ass with hot cum, roaring as her body trembled and collapsed.
Ayaka curled beside Lakeman, still whimpering softly, her pussy slowly leaking his seed.
The Empress kissed his cock clean with reverence, whispering thanks between slurps.
Robin and Lily approached with oils and cloths, cleaning him gently, kissing his arms and thighs.
Mirana watched from her cage—eyes wide with jealousy and lust.
Lakeman leaned back, sated.
He had taken a virgin princess and a hot milf Empress.
Now they were his.
Completely.
Forever.
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