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Chapter - 140 Princess’s Revenge. Enjoying new slaves. (R-18)
🕑 Added 2025-05-19 19:52:54 +0000 UTCThe moment Saint Lakeman stirred from bed, the women around him responded like petals opening to morning sun.
Robin’s eyes opened first—calm, dreamy, her face softened by sleep.
Hancock, still curled against his chest, stretched her long limbs and nestled closer, pressing a lazy kiss to his shoulder.
Lily sat up with a quiet yawn, her silver hair spilling over her breasts as sunlight bathed her flushed skin.
Stussy and Shakky opened their eyes next.
Both rested contentedly against him, their thighs still sticky with the night’s remembered pleasures, their expressions radiant with fulfilled devotion.
No words were needed.
They rose as one, moving gracefully toward the bath chamber, like a sacred ritual they had long embraced.
Inside, warm steam rose gently. Scented oils floated in the water, casting fragrant swirls of lavender and sandalwood.
One by one, the women entered the pool and encircled their master.
Robin soaped his chest, her fingers slow and reverent.
Lily lathered his legs with gentle strokes, her eyes full of affection.
Hancock sat behind him, kissing his neck between deep shoulder massages.
Shakky and Stussy knelt by his thighs, washing him with quiet, focused care, their fingertips lingering with sensual devotion.
Once the bath ended, Lily dried him slowly, her every movement practiced and adoring. She tied his robe around his shoulders and adjusted the folds perfectly.
She bowed gracefully. “I’ll take Robin and Hancock to the training grounds, Master.”
Lakeman nodded.
With that, Lily, Hancock, and Robin departed, their steps silent across polished marble.
Lakeman exited the villa next, flanked by Shakky and Stussy. The golden morning sun shimmered off their elegant attire.
Stussy wore a dark crimson corset dress that hugged her curvaceous figure with aristocratic grace.
Shakky walked beside her in a tight black coat, cigarette resting behind her ear, her gaze cool and composed.
As they moved through the streets of Sabaody, noblemen and guards bowed deeply in his presence.
“How is the auction house, Stussy?” Lakeman asked, voice casual yet commanding.
She smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It thrives under your name, Master. Profits have exceeded a billion Berri per month. Nine Devil Fruits secured. And…”
Her lips curled.
“We’ve welcomed several new maids into our household. All of them volunteered after careful selection and training, after they were rescued from slave traders. Scarlett and Viola were also trained as maids alongside them. Would you like to meet them today?”
Lakeman said nothing—but the faint smirk on his lips was answer enough.
The towering auction house awaited them—gilded in marble, draped in velvet, protected by elite guards. As he stepped inside, employees lined the hall, bowing in perfect unison.
“Welcome, Saint Lakeman.”
On the second floor, a private suite welcomed him—a lavish space built solely for his pleasure and comfort.
Gold-lined walls, silk curtains, and a massive bed greeted him like a throne.
Stussy bowed low.
“I designed everything myself for your exclusive use, Master.”
Lakeman nodded, satisfied. “It suits me.”
Stussy straightened. “I’ll bring Scarlett, Viola, and the others.”
As she left, Shakky stepped beside the bed. Lakeman sat and pulled her effortlessly onto his lap.
Her thighs wrapped around his hips, warm and eager.
He murmured into her ear. “My brilliant informant. My beautiful slut. Give me a summary of the most important intelligence this year.”
Shakky exhaled softly, both aroused and focused.
She pressed against him, her body molded to his, while her voice turned serious.
“The region of Ringo in Wano fell to the Beast Pirates. Nefertari Vivi was born in Alabasta—King Cobra and Queen Titi’s daughter. She’s already engagged to you, Master, through the queen’s persuasion.”
A sly smile touched her lips.
“Titi herself… is now fully devoted slut to you.”
Lakeman chuckled, fingers caressing her waist, sliding beneath her robe.
“Continue.”
“Big Mom gave birth to several more children this year—too many to track. Rocks Pirates remnants have stirred again. Some whisper Captain John is still alive—unlikely, but I’ll confirm.”
Lakeman’s fingers slid up, rolling her nipples between skilled fingers.
Shakky bit her lip but continued.
“A crew in South Blue—composed entirely of ex-nobles—has begun attacking World Government caravans. They’re still small, but… bold.”
Just then, the door opened gently. Stussy returned, followed by Scarlett, Viola, and five new women.
Each maid was dressed in sheer silks that clung to their mature, alluring forms—proud, composed, and beautifully presented.
They stood in line, confident but respectful, all clearly of age and visibly thrilled to serve.
Lakeman’s eyes swept over them with leisurely interest.
Stussy approached the bed and leaned down beside him. Her bare skin brushed his as she whispered:
“Queen Otohime has begun gathering signatures for her petition. She believes Fishman Island deserves to rise to the surface.”
She looked into his eyes.
“She’s beautiful. Idealistic. Perhaps she'd one day like to serve you too, Master—if she were guided properly.”
Lakeman didn’t answer. He pulled both Shakky and Stussy closer.
Shakky's robe slipped off her shoulders. Her body—marked from last night’s pleasures—gleamed in the sunlight.
She slid off his lap and knelt between his legs with practiced grace.
She kissed the base of his shaft, her tongue slow and reverent.
Stussy joined her, lowering herself beside Shakky.
Together, they began worshipping him—tongues brushing, lips gliding along his thick length with devotion and joy.
Their mouths moved in rhythm. Their moans blended. Their eyes were filled with adoration.
Viola and Scarlett stood side by side, and the other new maids followed suit—some in awe, others with gleaming anticipation.
Their blush deepened as she watched Stussy take Lakeman deeper into her throat, moaning with bliss.
After several minutes of tongue worship, Lakeman growled low.
“Enough teasing.”
Without needing a command, Stussy climbed atop him, sliding down on his shaft with a gasp of pleasure.
Shakky moved behind her, kissing her back and rubbing her clit as Lakeman began thrusting upward, slow and deep.
Their moans filled the room.
Shakky soon took her turn, sliding down onto his cock with a whimpering gasp, riding him in smooth, rolling motions while Stussy kissed his chest.
Together, they brought him to the edge.
With a groan, he thrust up into Shakky and released.
She cried out, her back arching, his seed filling her womb.
As she leaned into him, panting and satisfied, Stussy kissed her neck and whispered, “You rode him beautifully.”
At the side of the room, the new maids looked on—no longer unsure, but inspired.
Lakeman glanced at them lazily, cock still hard.
“Stussy. Prepare them.”
He smirked. “I’ll decide who I want to taste next.”
The women bowed in unison.
Their initiation had begun.
—––––––––––––––––
Lakeman sat on the edge of his bed, naked and regal, surrounded by the scent of sex and submission.
The room was still heavy with the aftershocks of the previous session—his cock still slick with cum, and his lap warmed by his obedient lovers.
Before him, the new maids knelt, their bodies tense, eyes fixed to the ground, awaiting his decision.
His crimson gaze swept across them slowly… then settled.
"Viola," he said with a hint of amusement, "you may stand aside for now."
She looked up, surprised, face still burning red from all she had seen—moans, the sounds of skin slapping, the expressions of utter bliss and surrender.
But she didn’t protest. She stepped back to the wall, hands folded over her chest, her heart pounding with a mix of emotion she couldn't name.
Lakeman turned next to Princess Scarlett.
Once a royal beauty, now a trained maid by choice.
She approached with graceful nervousness, her figure trembling slightly beneath her tight, sheer uniform.
She stood before him in sheer white lace, trembling but resolute.
Once a royal of Dressrosa, Princess Scarlett now bowed her head low—not out of habit, but because her heart pounded from both anticipation and excitement.
Stussy’s words echoed in her head:
"Please him well, and Master will help you take revenge against Doflamingo."
As she slowly approached the bed, Lakeman's eyes drank in her soft curves, her noble poise, her vulnerability wrapped in beauty.
He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her forward until she toppled into his lap.
With one swift motion, he pulled the lace aside from her chest, exposing her pink nipples and soft breasts.
“aah”
Her gasp turned into a moan as he cupped both mounds, fingers expertly teasing her.
"You think revenge is worth offering your body?" he whispered.
She blushed and nodded.
He laughed low.
"Then give yourself to me... completely."
He laid her on her back, spread her legs, and pushed his cock into her wet folds slowly—inch by inch—watching her eyes widen, her walls fluttering in shock and pleasure.
"Ah—M-Master… it’s too… too deep…"
He took his time, thrusting into her with controlled force, kissing her neck as he whispered her new role: not a princess... but his personal partner in pleasure.
Slap. Slap.
Slrp.
His hips clapped against her thighs again and again. She gasped, arched, and screamed as he marked her cervix with every powerful thrust.
He flipped her over, mounted her doggy-style, and grabbed her long red hair, taking her hard until her arms collapsed beneath her.
He pulled out just as she came and painted her back in white, thick streaks running down her spine.
But he wasn’t finished.
He pulled her into a new position, gripped her hips, and began thrusting again, each slap against her ass louder than the last.
Slap. Slap.
Slrk.
She cried into the sheets. First in surprise. Then in overwhelming, pulsing pleasure.
“I’m… I’m cumming! Master—I’m—ahh!”
He finished deep inside her, filling her womb with thick release and leaving her limp, shaking, and breathless.
She entered next—Stella, the famed dancer, once beloved by Tesoro.
Now, she had chosen to serve someone far more powerful.
She approached Lakeman naked, her toned figure shimmering under the golden chandelier, her long legs and supple hips graceful with every step.
“Master,” she said breathily, bowing low and offering herself, “let me serve you as I was trained.”
She climbed onto the bed and straddled his lap with slow, sensual motion.
Her movements were not rushed. She rolled her hips in controlled waves, letting his cock tease her slick folds until she gasped and slowly sank down on him.
“Aaah…”
Lakeman leaned back and watched—hands behind his head—as Stella rode him like a performance.
Her hips danced on his cock, her hands sliding along her body, her head thrown back in pleasure. She twisted, shifted, bounced in perfect rhythm.
Reverse cowgirl.
Standing split.
Legs behind her head.
She contorted in ways that made even Lakeman grunt in delight.
Each climax she had was musical—moans timed with every bounce, sweat dripping down her back as he grabbed her hips and slammed her down, groaning as he spilled inside her.
She collapsed against his chest, whispering:
“I’ve never danced like that before…”
Koala entered quietly, hugging her arms around herself. Her mature body, delicate curves, and soft lips all quivered with emotion—but not fear.
Lakeman extended his hand. “Come, Koala. Let me guide you.”
She stepped forward, cheeks flushed. He slowly removed her clothes, kissing her collarbone, feeling her heartbeat race beneath her skin.
He laid her on the sheets, spread her legs, and gently pushed his cock against her slick entrance.
“I want this… I’m just nervous,” she whispered.
He smiled softly. “I’ll go slow.”
He took his time. Each inch brought gasps and moans, her body opening willingly. Her fingers clutched the sheets, her breath hitched—then melted into pleasure.
His strokes were slow, sensual. Her whimpers became moans.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Ah—M-Master… it feels… good…"
Slap. Slap.
Slrp.
He kissed her deeply and moved harder, watching her surrender fully—not out of pressure, but choice.
When she came, she screamed his name, shaking in release.
He came inside her twice, filling her with warmth as she trembled beneath him in satisfied exhaustion.
The Mermaid – Jade Under Moonlight.
She entered the chamber with elegance—her long green hair flowing behind her, glasses perched on her nose, her tail shimmering beneath a translucent robe.
“Master,” she bowed midair, “may I take human form… and offer myself?”
Lakeman nodded.
With a soft flash of energy, her tail split into two graceful legs. Her body—gorgeous and wet—stood ready.
He pulled her onto the cushions, pressing his lips to hers as she clung to him.
She gasped when he entered her, wrapping her legs around him and crying out as pleasure coursed through her body.
Slrp. Slrp. Slap.
Her glasses slid halfway down her nose as she moaned, her voice rising with every thrust. Her body convulsed again and again.
He made her cum five times before he finally released deep inside her.
The last to kneel was the oldest—but with undeniable presence.
Once a queen. Now, a proud woman offering herself without shame.
Her body was full and lush—soft curves and strong thighs that invited him in.
“You may use me as you wish, Master,” she said with sultry confidence. “But I will still moan only for you.”
He accepted the invitation.
He bent her over, pulled her hair gently, and pounded into her with measured force.
SMACK.
SLAP.
PAH.
PAH.
“Aah… ooohh… Master…”
Her cries echoed through the room. Her skin flushed, her body alive with submission and desire.
She begged for more, trembling with each climax.
He took her until she went limp in his arms—fully spent, body humming.
Stussy and Shakky approached last—marked, glowing with pride, and eager to please.
They joined him in bed, taking turns riding him, kissing each other between moans. He filled them both three times, gripping their hips, biting their necks, praising their loyalty.
They screamed for him, held him, worshipped him.
When it was over, the room was soaked in sweat and satisfaction.
Every woman lay sprawled, breathing heavily, skin flushed, satisfied.
Viola stood in the corner—flushed, heart racing, untouched but eager.
Her time would come.
Lakeman stood slowly.
“It’s evening. Hancock and the others should be done with training.”
He clapped his hands.
All the women stirred, stretching, some groaning softly as they moved.
They helped him bathe—washing him with care, drying him like priestesses tending a god.
He stood dressed once more—regal, composed, commanding.
“Stussy. Shakky. With me.”
They followed without hesitation.
The others bowed low.
Their place—willing, worshipful, and devoted—was now clear.
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