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Chapter - 126 Crowning Titi. New reign in Dressrosa.
🕑 Added 2025-02-11 21:47:28 +0000 UTCLakeman returned to his chamber, his mind brimming with ideas as he delved deeper into experimenting with various possibilities of Devil Fruits. The room was bathed in a soft golden glow from the evening sun filtering through the grand windows, casting long shadows across the lavish furnishings.
Before long, it was time for dinner. Robin, freshly bathed and her damp ebony hair cascading down her shoulders, approached him. Her toned figure, honed from rigorous training, was accentuated by the light robe she had draped over herself.
“Master Lakeman, dinner is ready,” she said, her voice smooth and composed, though her deep-blue eyes held a trace of warmth reserved only for him.
With a nod, Lakeman stood, and together, they walked toward the dining hall. Along the way, Lily and Hancock gracefully joined them, their alluring presence making the grand corridors feel even more vibrant.
By the time they entered the dining hall, Kuzan and Titi were already seated, awaiting Lakeman’s arrival. As he took his place at the head of the long, polished table, the others instinctively followed suit, and the feast began.
The meal was as exquisite as always—succulent roasted meats, aromatic spiced rice, and an assortment of exotic fruits unique to Alabasta. The clinking of silverware against fine porcelain created a rhythmic harmony, blending seamlessly with the soft murmur of conversation.
Once the meal concluded, Lakeman leaned back slightly, tapping his fingers lightly against the armrest of his chair. The subtle movement was enough to draw everyone's attention. He let the silence linger for a moment before speaking.
“Now that our objectives in Alabasta have been fulfilled, it’s time we prepare to leave.”
Kuzan, who had been leisurely sipping from his glass, set it down and glanced at Lakeman. Before he could speak, Lakeman turned to him with a knowing smirk.
“What do you think, Kuzan? As one of the Marine’s main pillars, you must have your hands full hunting pirates, don’t you?”
For a brief moment, Kuzan hesitated. He scratched the back of his head, clearly feeling exposed by the remark. After all, he was known for his laid-back approach, often evading duties under the pretense of ‘important missions’ while indulging in his love for fishing or simply relaxing.
However, he quickly masked his embarrassment with a casual chuckle.
“Saint Lakeman is correct. Marshal Sengoku has been urging me to head to the New World, deal with some big-name pirates, and gain more experience.”
Lakeman gave a slow nod, his crimson eyes gleaming with contemplation.
“You should focus more on training,” he advised, his tone calm yet firm. “Once we return, I will personally recommend you to the Five Elders for promotion to admiral. But to live up to that title, you must be strong. Do not embarrass me, Kuzan.”
A rare seriousness settled over Kuzan’s usually relaxed expression. He straightened, his piercing gaze meeting Lakeman’s.
“I won’t disappoint you, Saint Lakeman. The next time you see me, I’ll be an admiral in both title and strength.”
Lakeman smirked. “I’ll hold you to that.”
As the conversation shifted, Queen Titi, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up. Her delicate fingers traced the rim of her wine glass as she regarded Lakeman with a gentle smile.
“Why the rush, son-in-law? Stay a few more days. The people of Alabasta would love to express their gratitude. Besides,” she added, her voice carrying a sultry undertone, “there is still much for you to experience—the rich culture, the exotic delicacies… the warmth of this land.”
Lakeman’s eyes narrowed slightly as he observed her, the subtle invitation in her tone not lost on him.
“Since my mother-in-law insists, I suppose I can delay our departure by two days,” he said casually as if granting her a favor.
Titi’s smile deepened, a knowing glint in her gaze.
With that settled, Lakeman stood, his presence commanding even in the informal setting. Without another word, he turned and left the dining hall, Hancock, Robin, and Lily following closely behind him.
The moment they entered his chamber, the doors shut with a soft click. In an instant, the atmosphere shifted.
Lakeman wasted no time. With a commanding pull, he drew the women toward him, their bodies colliding with his in a sensual embrace. Their garments, mere barriers to their passion, were discarded in a flurry of movement, revealing smooth, flawless skin that glowed under the dim candlelight.
Moans of pleasure soon filled the lavish chamber, mingling with the sound of feverish kisses and the rhythmic slaps of flesh against flesh. Their bodies intertwined, lost in the abyss of desire, surrendering completely to the pleasure he bestowed upon them.
An hour passed in a haze of ecstasy, yet the night was far from over.
The door creaked open once more. A figure stepped inside—Queen Titi.
Her eyes, clouded with both anticipation and reverence, met Lakeman’s. She had waited for this moment, and as she approached the bed, shedding her elegant robe, she offered herself ultimately.
Lakeman, true to his word, took her anal virginity as his reward for making her ruler of this vast land, claiming her as his. She responded with fervor, her once-royal dignity replaced by unrestrained slut, eager to please the one who had granted her so much.
As the night deepened, she reciprocated his desires in full, indulging him in every act and shameful pose he commanded, her body moving in sync with his as he thrusts his dick deep in her pussy which had already been creampied numerous times by him. By the time dawn’s first light crept through the curtains, she lay beside him, exhausted but utterly defiled.
And then came the final act of devotion.
As if conducting a royal coronation, Lakeman adorned her in his cum. His white spunk coated her face, her once-pristine golden crown glistening under the dim glow of the room.
“A fitting crown for my queen,” he murmured, a smirk playing at his lips.
Titi, wearing the proof of his favor, closed her eyes in bliss, her lips parting in silent gratitude.
The night passed in indulgence, and when Lakeman finally awoke the next afternoon, he found himself alone in bed. The scent of passion still lingered in the air, but the women had long since risen, returning to their duties and training.
With a lazy stretch, he smirked.
“So diligent… but they’ll be back.”
And with that, He rose to begin another day, knowing full well that everything—and everyone—was his to command.
During the day, Robin, Hancock, and Lily trained their bodies and honed their Haki under Kuzan’s guidance. Meanwhile, Titi devoted herself to learning the essential skills required to govern Alabasta, receiving guidance from various ministers—who, unbeknownst to her, were already under Lakeman’s influence through his Devil Fruit. This ensured that ruling the kingdom would be effortless for her.
But when night fell, they all willingly surrendered themselves to Lakeman, serving him with unbridled passion. They eagerly displayed various poses and techniques they had learned from the palace maids, striving to please him in every possible way.
Unlike the first time he had taken them as his slaves—when they had resisted both his presence and his touch—now, without even realizing it, they had devoted their entire beings to him.
For the next two days, their routine remained the same. However, on the final day, Lakeman granted them a reprieve—a free day to explore Alabasta without the burden of training or responsibilities.
While Lakeman indulged in pleasure daily, elsewhere, across the vast seas of the New World, events were unfolding in Dressrosa.
After receiving confirmation from Stussy a few days prior, Doflamingo had already mobilized his entire Donquixote Family and taken them to Dressrosa two days ago.
The first phase of his plan had already been executed flawlessly, and the results were evident in the chaos that now gripped the once-prosperous kingdom. The streets of Dressrosa were in turmoil. Panic spread like wildfire as flames engulfed parts of the city, illuminating the dark night with an eerie glow.
Screams echoed through the air as people fled in terror.
"Help!"
"Run!"
"Spare me!"
"The king has gone mad! Someone, please save us!"
The citizens scrambled desperately, their cries for salvation drowning in the cacophony of fear and destruction.
At the heart of the massacre was King Riku, his face contorted with anguish as he wielded his blade against his own people. Controlled like a puppet by Doflamingo’s String-String Fruit, he had become the executioner of those he had sworn to protect. With every strike of his sword, innocent blood painted the cobblestone streets red.
Internally, Riku was screaming. His heart was breaking with each life he was forced to take.
'Damn it... If only Kyros were still alive! He would have been able to stop this madness!'
His hands trembled, his soul shattered. Yet his body moved against his will, continuing the slaughter.
"King Riku has lost his mind!"
"Even after taking all our money, he still wants more! He's killing us for greed!"
The townsfolk, who had once revered him, now cursed his name as they fled.
Doflamingo had orchestrated this tragedy with surgical precision. He had first threatened Riku, demanding ten billion Berries, or he would reduce Dressrosa to ruins. The desperate king, unable to gather such an immense sum alone, had turned to his people, who had willingly donated everything they had to him.
But it had all been a cruel trap.
Once the money was collected, Doflamingo used his ability to manipulate Riku into mercilessly slaughtering his own subjects, turning the kind and beloved king into a tyrant in the eyes of the people.
Atop the royal palace, standing on King’s Plateau, Doflamingo and his elite officers watched the scene unfold like an audience enjoying a grand spectacle.
They laughed and chatted amongst themselves as if the suffering of thousands was nothing more than a trivial amusement.
"Young Master, shouldn't you step in soon?" Diamante suggested, smirking. "If you stop King Riku now, you can position yourself as a hero in the eyes of the people. That would make it much easier to claim the throne. But if you delay too long, the Marines might interfere."
Doflamingo chuckled darkly.
"Fufu... Don't worry," he said, adjusting his sunglasses with a flick of his finger. "What can the Marines possibly do when Saint Lakeman is backing us from the shadows? Let them come. It won’t change a thing."
His confident grin widened.
"We’ll wait for Sugar and Monet. The real fun is about to begin."
Right on cue, Sugar, Monet, and Trebol arrived, dragging two unconscious women behind them.
Scarlet and Viola.
The two women Lakeman had personally ordered them to capture.
Doflamingo crouched down, examining their faces. Even in unconsciousness, their beauty was undeniable. He looked at Scarlet’s soft crimson hair before turning his attention to Viola, who looked equally breathtaking.
"It's indeed exquisite," he mused, a smirk playing on his lips. "Saint Lakeman’s taste is as impeccable as ever."
His mind briefly wandered to the time he had met Lakeman in person—specifically, to the striking women who accompanied him.
Boa Hancock, a goddess in human form.
And that silver-haired maid, Lily, who exuded a charm that could rival even Hancock.
Doflamingo’s smirk deepened.
"Yes… Saint Lakeman always knows how to pick the finest treasures."
As the night of carnage raged on, the gears of fate continued to turn—King Riku had fallen, and the Donquixote Family’s reign had begun.
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