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Chapter - 145 Shakky’s true loyalty. ( R-18)
🕑 Added 2025-05-25 16:37:10 +0000 UTCAfter a week of continuous, merciless pounding, Lakeman finally allowed Stussy to rest—if only barely.
Her body, now perfected through the laws of life, time, and deathlessness, had taken everything he could give and still begged for more.
He watched her sleep—nude, spent, her belly full of his seed, the air around her still humming with the smell of sex.
“She’s mine. My eternal slut. My immortal blade.”
And with that satisfaction, he allowed himself to return to routine.
With the pirate population of Sabaody almost completely harvested, Lakeman halted further experimentation.
His development was too saturated, and new conceptual growth would require more potent strength, which is continuously growing thanks to numerous training feedback..
So he turned his time toward enjoyment.
Every morning began in debauchery.
Scarlet, his fallen royal maid, now bore a look of constant submission.
Her pink hair was tied in a neat braid, her breasts hanging free beneath her apron. She served him breakfast by crawling under the table, sucking his cock while balancing a silver tray of fruits on her back.
Stella, the once-celebrated dancer, performed naked in the sunlight-drenched atrium, her oiled curves gliding through the air.
When the music stopped, she would drop to all fours, legs wide, presenting herself for use—her moans an encore.
Jade, the mermaid, waited in the bath.
Lakeman would lift her onto the polished stone edge, her scaled tail writhing as he thrust into her soaked pussy from behind, her breasts bouncing wildly with every thrust as she begged for his release.
Sofia, the queen mother, now bore his brand on her inner thigh.
Every evening, she would kneel before him, press her massive breasts against his lap, and murmur praise between eager kisses to his shaft:
“Your cock is more powerful than any crown… and I was born to serve it…”
During the day, Robin and Lily trained relentlessly.
Robin’s combat techniques evolved—her calm eyes now blazing with determination. She moved like silk and struck like a blade.
Lily honed her agility, her maid uniform soaked with sweat by midday. Her every step was graceful, her body sharpened for obedience and arousal alike.
At night, both girls entered Lakeman’s chamber.
There, their training was rewarded—not with rest, but with ruin.
Lakeman fucked them senseless, turning their hard-earned strength into screams of surrender.
He took them together, sometimes with one riding his cock while the other sat on his face, moaning in desperate competition.
They fell asleep in his arms, only to wake aching and eager to train harder for more.
One evening, after dinner and a soft round of use beneath the dining table, Stussy knelt beside his sofa, a scroll of parchment in hand.
Her body still bore the marks of the past week—bite prints, bruises, and drying streaks of cum—but her expression was proud.
She pressed her forehead to the floor, then lifted her voice softly.
“Master… a report on your growing dominion.”
Lakeman gestured for her to speak.
She unrolled the scroll and read aloud, her voice smooth and reverent:
“Sabaody Cipher Pol rotation continues uninterrupted. With each shift, we overwrite the minds of every arriving agent. Their previous allegiances vanish. They leave wholly yours.”
“Currently, 92.4% of Cipher Pol across the world has become loyal to you, Master. We’ve increased conversion from 87.1% just last month.”
“The Marines on Sabaody remain 100% loyal, unable and unwilling to disobey you. Their patrols, reports, and movements have fully aligned with your will.”
“The Five Elders remain suspicious. They’ve asked questions, but I have continued feeding them a rotation of ‘spies’—selected from already converted agents. They believe we are cleansing the CP ranks of foreign influence.”
She paused, then added with a grin.
“Thanks to your power, I have deceived gods. And I live only to continue doing so.”
Lakeman chuckled, pulling her into his lap.
“And at night?”
“I become your fucktoy again, Master,” she whispered.
He could have gifted Robin, Lily, even Hancock and Shakky—who had now returned to Amazon Lily.
He could have used his life law to evolve them instantly into their peak forms.
But he didn’t.
“They’re not ready. Not yet. I want to see them ripen. Feel them mature. Watch every inch of their beauty bloom naturally.”
“And only then… will I lock their age.
Freeze their perfection and evolve them.
Make them mine forever.”
The thought of future Hancock—fully matured, fully broken, eternally his—made his cock twitch again.
Another month in paradise drifted by.
Cipher Pol's obedience reached a critical threshold. The Marines on Sabaody were completely bound to his shadow.
His girls?
Broken. Beautiful. Loyal. Perfect.
His strength?
Still rising—quietly, steadily—under the unending feedback from his bound geniuses.
He awaited Shakky’s return, her mission complete.
Hancock was now Empress of Amazon Lily.
Soon… he would travel to Mariejois for a few months.
“Time to see if any Celestial Dragon women are worth turning into my next toys.”
And with that thought, he leaned back into his sofa, surrounded by beauty, power, and silence.
………..
The villa’s marble halls shimmered in golden light. Vines bearing blooming, multicolored orchids twisted across the ceiling, thriving from the divine residue of life law.
The air was heavy with perfume and submission—sweet, warm, and intoxicating.
At the edge of the estate, a sleek black vessel moored in silence. No flag. No drums.
Just reverence.
She had returned.
Shakuyaku, the famed Shakky of the underworld—leather-clad, sharp-eyed, and once untouched by any man’s command—walked steadily onto the landing.
Her black heels clicked rhythmically against the smooth stone as she approached the grand villa.
Her long legs carried her through rows of kneeling maids, bare-backed slaves, and silent guards. She noticed the change instantly.
This place wasn’t just a residence anymore.
It was a temple.
The hall doors opened with a low, reverberating groan.
And Shakky stepped into another world.
Saint Lakeman sat like a king born of gods at the far end of the chamber.
His robe was open, resting lazily across his shoulders.
His powerful chest was bare, glistening slightly from the touch of evening sun.
One arm draped over the sofa’s edge; his other hand toyed idly with Lily’s silver hair as she knelt between his thighs, suckling on his cock with slow, sensual devotion.
Robin, seated beside him, was naked except for black silk gloves.
Her legs were folded beneath her, her fingers gently stroking his thigh as she looked up at him with hungry submission.
Stussy sprawled across a velvet divan, one leg propped high.
Her soaked fingers slid in and out of her perfect cunt while she gazed at him in dreamy lust, her lips mouthing silent praise.
And Lakeman, in all his dark, handsome, blood-red-eyed majesty, said nothing.
He only looked at Shakky.
And smirked.
Shakky stopped mid-step.
She had followed his orders.
She had crowned Hancock as Empress.
She had done her duty.
But in that moment… she understood something else.
“I’m not here to report.”
“I’m here to be claimed.”
She knelt before him, lowering her eyes with practiced calm. But her voice was just slightly unsteady.
“Master… Boa Hancock has been crowned. She rules Amazon Lily now, with full acceptance from the Kuja tribe. The island bends to her.”
Still, he said nothing.
He only extended his hand.
And touched her forehead.
The moment his fingers pressed to her skin, the world shattered around her.
Her eyes rolled back.
Her body stiffened.
And her mind opened.
Lakeman reached inward—not with fingers, but with Stealing powers. He gripped the thread of her soul, a single, pulsing gray filament—her self—and began to unravel it.
Every thought.
Every belief.
Every fragment of pride she’d built across a lifetime.
He laid her bare.
Her memories with Rayleigh.
Her years of independence.
Her stubbornness. Her wit. Her calm arrogance.
“It’s all so… inefficient.”
He deleted her loyalty to Rayleigh.
He converted her pride into a craving for humiliation.
He bent her independence into hunger for control—control only Lakeman could grant.
He rewrote her inner voice until it spoke only his truths:
“Lakeman is god.”
“His cock is sacred.”
“His pleasure is the reason I exist.”
“I want to be nothing but his obedient slut.”
“I will serve him with my mouth, my body, and my soul.”
And as the thread re-knit itself beneath his control…
She was reborn.
She gasped aloud and blinked.
Then crawled forward—trembling, eager, hungry.
Without a word, she kissed his cock once, then again, and then again—each kiss softer, more reverent than the last.
“Master,” she whispered, lips brushing the thick head. “Please… please use me. Let me show you how much I love you…”
Lakeman stood.
Unfastened his robe.
And grabbed her by the hair.
He bent her over his sofa.
And entered her raw.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
She screamed as his thick cock plowed into her dripping slit, her body jerking with each brutal thrust.
“Yes! Yes! Yes, Master! Break me! Make me yours!”
Her high heels clicked helplessly on the floor as her ass rippled beneath each thrust.
Her cunt overflowed, soaking the sofa seat, the floor, her thighs.
He grabbed her ass, spread her wide, and pounded deeper.
He pulled out, shoved himself into her ass, and used her like a fucktoy.
Smack.
Squelch.
Slap.
Then he dragged her to the stairs and face-fucked her until her mascara ran and her jaw locked.
Gluck. Gluck. Gluck.
Her throat bulged each time he forced himself down, his balls slapping against her chin.
Then he threw her across Stussy’s back and pounded her again—using both women as a human table.
Robin climbed atop her, grinding against Shakky’s face as she moaned:
“Welcome to heaven, sister.”
Time lost all meaning.
Shakky came dozens of times.
She begged.
She wept.
She howled in ecstasy.
Every hole stretched.
And her new mind, her new identity, thrived in it.
Lakeman sat on his sofa—bare, satisfied, divine.
Robin lay curled against his chest, covered in sweat and kisses.
Lily cleaned his cock gently with her tongue.
Stussy kissed his feet, whispering blessings.
Scarlet, Stella, Sofia, and Jade lay scattered nearby—cum-painted, shaking, smiling.
And Shakky, now perfect, now reborn, knelt between his thighs once more.
She stroked his cock slowly, lovingly.
“Master,” she whispered, “Let me serve you again tomorrow. And every day after. I exist for this.”
He smiled.
“You’re mine now. Forever.”
On the windswept cliffs of Amazon Lily, Boa Hancock stood tall, her long black hair flowing like silk in the breeze.
She had become an icon.
A ruler.
A goddess to her people.
But she was still growing.
Still ascending.
And Lakeman?
He would let her rise.
He would let the world fall in love with her power and beauty.
“Let her become the woman who breaks kingdoms.
And then, I will break her again.
Slowly. Completely. Forever.”
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