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Chapter - 131 New surprises. Binding completed. (R-18)
🕑 Added 2025-04-22 22:09:32 +0000 UTCThe next day, Lakeman once again descended into the dark depths of Eternal Hell. His steps echoed with confidence as he made his way to the familiar row of heavily reinforced cells—those that imprisoned two of the most fearsome pirates in history: the Golden Lion Shiki and Douglas Bullet.
Yet, unlike their fierce outbursts and blazing hostility from three days prior, the atmosphere now was eerily subdued. The fire in their eyes had dimmed. That wild resistance was gone.
Both men ignored him completely. Not a twitch, not a glance—nothing. Even when Lakeman taunted them or spewed sharp insults meant to provoke, they remained unmoved. They had grown used to it. They understood by now that responding only fueled his twisted amusement.
Shiki stared at the wall in silence, his once-proud demeanor replaced by a jaded indifference.
“Just listening to that brat's curses and twisted psychoanalysis for days…” Shiki gritted his teeth inwardly, “I damn near considered biting my tongue off just to escape it all. If I react, he only gets worse. It's better to just shut him out.”
With a snort, he turned his head away, shoulders tense but silent.
Douglas Bullet was no different. He was deep in a set of one-handed pushups, sweat dripping from his broad shoulders, muscles flexing with every motion. His focus remained locked on his training, refusing to even acknowledge Lakeman’s presence.
“This brat’s words are poison. Responding is like feeding the flames. Let him bark,” Bullet thought, his movements steady. “Strength speaks louder than his filth.”
Lakeman, however, wasn’t deterred by their silence. If anything, it only added to his entertainment.
Today marked the fourth day since the system initiated the binding process for Shiki, Bullet, and Redfield. He had been coming here day after day, not to persuade them, but to torment them—mentally, verbally, emotionally. Yet something unexpected happened.
As he continued his twisted monologue, ranting for hours, he suddenly noticed something unusual on the translucent system panel that hovered in front of his eyes.
The progress bars.
They were skyrocketing.
[Binding: Golden Lion Shiki – Progress: 11.79%]
[Binding: Golden Lion Shiki – Progress: 19.65%]
[Binding: Golden Lion Shiki – Progress: 78.99%]
“…What?” Lakeman blinked, stunned. “Is this for real?”
…
[Binding: Douglas Bullet – Progress: 12.13%]
…
[Binding: Douglas Bullet – Progress: 89%]
…
[Binding: Patrick Redfield – Progress: 7.91%]
[Binding: Patrick Redfield – Progress: 99.12%]
He stared at the panel in disbelief. The process that was supposed to stretch across an entire month… was now nearly finished.
“Did my voice alone crush their wills? Or maybe the system is far more effective than I anticipated?” he mused, watching as the final percentages ticked upward.
Then came the familiar mechanical chime in his mind.
[Ding…]
[Binding Genius: Golden Lion Shiki – Completed.]
[Ding…]
[Binding Genius: Douglas Bullet – Completed.]
[Ding…]
[Binding Genius: Patrick Redfield – Completed.]
The moment the final notification sounded, Lakeman’s eyes narrowed. A smile slowly spread across his face—one of satisfaction, dominance, and pure predatory glee.
“So it’s done,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with smug delight. “Three legends… all bound to me.”
He took a deep breath, then turned his gaze back to the silent, unmoving prisoners. They had no idea what had just happened.
And that made it all the more delicious.
Now that the system had completed binding them, every bit of training Shiki, Bullet, and Redfield undertook would benefit Lakeman as well. Their strength, growth, and mastery would all be reflected in him—like extensions of his own body.
Just as he basked in the joy of this new development, a sudden chime broke his reverie.
[Ding…]
[System has successfully bound ten geniuses.]\
[System has met upgrade conditions.]
[System update initiated.]
[Update duration: 24 hours.]
[System will be unavailable until the update is complete.]
The barrage of system notifications left Lakeman momentarily dumbfounded. His red eyes widened slightly, and for the first time in a long while, his heart skipped a beat in alarm. After all, the system was his golden ticket—his divine instrument to rise above all in this world.
But the panic was fleeting.
“I’ve already grown strong enough to rival the Admirals and Emperors,” he reassured himself with a calm breath. “Even if the system disappears, I won’t be helpless. Besides, it’s only updating. It’ll return, stronger and more beneficial than ever. There’s no need to worry.”
With that thought, his tense expression relaxed. A hint of a smirk tugged at his lips.
Glancing back at the prison cells, he felt no desire to continue tormenting the broken legends within. “They’re no longer entertaining,” he thought flatly. “Just tools now.”
He turned and left the sixth floor, making his way back up to the fifth. Before long, he reached the lavish villa built within the cold snow-covered terrain of the Eternal Hell’s upper layer.
Snowflakes drifted lazily from the artificial sky above Eternal Hell’s upper layer. The ground was cold and glittering, yet the scene before the villa was heated with intensity.
The girls were still training hard. Their bodies glistened with sweat, muscles tensing, legs slicing through the snow as they sparred or moved through precision drills. Their breath came in soft puffs, visible in the cold air.
Lakeman’s gaze fell on Hancock. Her violet eyes were narrowed in focus, her long black hair whipping behind her as she twirled through a graceful maneuver.
Her figure, hugged tightly by her sweat-drenched clothes, was as breathtaking as ever. The fabric clung to every curve—her ample chest bouncing gently with each motion, her narrow waist flexing, her long legs gliding like silk over snow.
A wave of primal desire surged through Lakeman.
He didn’t hesitate.
In one smooth movement, he strode over and scooped Hancock up into his arms, ignoring the startled gasp that escaped her lips. Her body was soft and warm against his. She looked up at him, flushed, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and anticipation.
“M-Master Lakeman?” she breathed, voice trembling slightly.
He didn’t answer. He simply carried her inside, the doors of the villa closing behind them with a soft thunk.
Inside the villa, the tension exploded.
Lakeman tossed her onto the bed like a prize, and Hancock landed with a sultry bounce, her cheeks blooming red. She tried to catch her breath, but he was already on her—his lips crushing hers, his hands exploring the soaked tits beneath her clinging clothes.
Her moans were muffled against his kiss as she surrendered completely to his dominance.
He ripped the fabric open with no hesitation, revealing the pale, flawless skin beneath. Her large breasts spilled free, her nipples already stiff from the cold and stimulation. Her thighs trembled as he forced them apart, his touch lighting fire down her spine.
The air quickly filled with the sounds of wet, slapping flesh, Hancock’s moans rising higher with each thrust. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, heels digging into his back, as her hips rolled in rhythm with his. Their bodies moved in a wild, frenzied dance—one that lasted for hours.
Two hours later.
The bed was a scene of utter ruin. Silk sheets twisted and damp. Hancock lay sprawled like a ravaged goddess—her flawless skin painted with red bite marks and white trails of his satisfaction.
Her lips were swollen and glistening, a mixture of saliva and cum adorning her chin. Her breasts heaved with each breath, covered in bite marks, and her smooth stomach was streaked with more of his release. Between her legs, both her pussy and ass leaked his thick white seed, a visible testament to the multiple creampies she had taken in every hole.
Lakeman leaned back against the bedframe, exhaling slowly as smoke curled from the cigar between his fingers. He glanced at her with satisfaction—a beautiful slave, wrecked and breathless, claimed in every sense.
His worries had long evaporated.
Not long after, the rest of the girls returned, their bodies exhausted and drenched in sweat from the intense training. Yet the moment they saw Lakeman, still seated naked on the bed, their eyes lit up with desire.
Without a word, they joined him in the luxurious bath.
The steaming waters splashed as bodies entered—slender arms wrapping around him, bare breasts pressing against his back and chest. The bath was filled with thier moans, water slapping against slick skin, and the occasional gasp as Lakeman took turns ravishing each of them.
Hancock moaned sweetly under his touch once more, her body still sore but craving him. Lily let out a soft whimper as she rode his dick in the water, her silver hair floating around them like silk.
Other girls lined up for his attention, rubbing themselves sensually, pressing lips to his neck, moaning into his ears.
The sounds of pleasure echoed from the bathroom for nearly three hours—waves of moans, slaps, splashes, and gasps melding into a symphony of carnal indulgence.
By the time the session ended, the girls were utterly spent. Their bodies bore the marks of pleasure—red cheeks, swollen lips, and bite marks on thighs and necks. They took turns gently washing Lakeman’s body, worshipping his strength, careful with every touch.
Once clean and dry, they dressed him with care, buttoning his black embroidered shirt, fixing his coat, combing his tousled black hair. He stood like a young god, regal, dangerous, and completely satisfied.
The girls, now dressed and glowing from both their training and lovemaking, followed him closely.
Together, they ascended the winding stairs that led to the upper floors of Impel Down.
Lakeman walked tall, flanked by beauty and power, ready to tour the hell that now belonged to him.
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