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Chapter - 167 Lakeman’s Year in the Rainbow Mist: Souls, Gold, and Sluts. (R-18)
🕑 Added 2025-09-03 23:07:38 +0000 UTCScarlet whispered, “Five years, Master? That long?”
Lakeman turned, smirk cruel. “For others, forever. For me, only five years. And I can leave whenever I wish. The question is…”
He clenched his fist. The mist recoiled, shivering like prey before a predator.
“…do I take it all now… or let the world rot in fear a little longer?”
The Rainbow Mist swirled, its whispers rising to screams, its colors pulsing like a living heart.
And at its center stood Lakeman — the god who could decide the fate of eternity with nothing more than patience… or hunger.
The golden cruise glided deeper into the Rainbow Mist, sails glowing faintly under the kaleidoscope sky. No storms, no winds, no tides — only endless veils of shifting light and drifting wreckage.
Pirate ships drifted aimlessly, their hulls intact, their crews skeletal or half-mad. Some had been trapped decades. Some centuries.
When the golden cruise came upon them, cries filled the air.
“Save us!”
“Take us with you!”
“Please—kill us—end it!”
Lakeman’s crimson gaze silenced them. He raised a hand, and an invisible force crushed their throats.
Crack!
Bodies slumped.
“Your years… your power… your very being… all mine.”
Vhhmmm—
Their souls ripped free, swallowed into him. Lifespans devoured. Strength dissolved into his core. Memories unravelled in his mind.
When he finished, their ships drifted empty.
He waved his hand, and treasure spilled from their holds, lifted onto his golden cruise. Mountains of gold, ancient jewels, cursed relics — centuries of greed now his toys.
Back aboard his palace-ship, the atmosphere was not despair, but ecstasy.
Scarlet rode his cock on the throne, her moans echoing into the mist.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
“Ahhhhnnnn—M-Master!” she cried, bouncing wildly, her hair clinging to her sweaty skin.
Stella danced naked to the sound of drums, her hips swaying as Sofia’s lips trailed down her spine, licking away sweat.
Robin sat nearby, recording every ship they looted, her calm gaze betraying the flush between her thighs.
Mirana knelt at Lakeman’s feet, licking seed from his Cock with reverence as Scarlet collapsed into orgasm above him.
Slrp… slrp…
“Mmmmhh… Master’s taste is divine…” she whispered, her face smeared with his release.
The ship rocked gently in timeless waters, moans and slaps of flesh mixing with whispers of lost souls.
The Rainbow Mist itself seemed to glow brighter around their ecstasy, as though even eternity bent to his lust.
As months passed, treasures accumulated. Gold doubloons from ages past. Jewels from kingdoms erased from history. Weapons forged by masters long dead.
Robin gasped as she catalogued them. “Master… some of these coins predate even the Void Century. This mist… it holds fragments of forgotten worlds.”
Lakeman smirked, lounging on silken cushions with Lily feeding him grapes from her lips. “Then we’ll strip it bare. If fools brought it here, I’ll take it all.”
Day after day, ship after ship fell.
Pirates begged, wept, cursed. Lakeman laughed, draining them of life, devouring their souls, claiming their treasures.
The Rainbow Mist was no longer a prison.
It was his private garden of lust and gold.
The Rainbow Mist was timeless. Days and nights had no meaning.
But aboard the golden cruise, Lakeman created his own rhythm: conquest, absorption, and indulgence.
The mist was not empty. Scattered across its infinite folds were hundreds of ships — wrecks, galleons, warships, even canoes swallowed by accident.
Some were inhabited by gaunt survivors clinging to sanity. Others by skeletal crews wandering in madness.
When Lakeman’s ship drifted near, their cries began.
“Save us!”
“We’ve been here… forty years!”
“I’ll give you everything I own!”
Lakeman only smirked. His crimson eyes glowed, his voice calm but sharp.
“Everything you own… is already mine.”
With a flick of his hand, invisible force tore through them. Bodies writhed as their souls were pulled screaming from their flesh.
Vhhmmm—shhhrrkkk!
Their life-force turned into glowing threads, absorbed into Lakeman’s body. Strength, lifespan, vitality, even their memories — all swallowed whole.
He stood upon their decks like a reaper, his black hair wild, his presence radiant.
Pirates dropped to their knees in terror, only to collapse lifeless as he drained them dry.
By the time he returned to his cruise, their ships drifted silent, their treasures stolen, their histories erased.
Back aboard his golden palace, Lakeman celebrated each harvest the same way: with women.
Robin lay spread on the silken cushions, moaning as he thrust into her, her scholarly poise shattered by raw pleasure.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Her glasses slipped down her nose as her moans grew louder. “Ahhh—Master—s-so deep—”
Beside them, Lily sat astride Mirana’s face, her silver hair whipping as she moaned loudly. “Mmmhnnn—lick it all, you whore—Master’s seed still dripping out of you…”
Scarlet and Stella kissed passionately at his feet, fingering each other as they watched their Master fuck Robin senseless.
The sounds of flesh and moans filled the ship, mixing with the distant whispers of the damned still drifting in the mist.
Lakeman groaned, filling Robin’s womb with a hot flood.
Splrrrt! Splrt!
“Aaahhh.”
She gasped, collapsing into trembling bliss.
He yanked Lily off Mirana’s face, shoving his cock into her dripping pussy instead, pounding her until she screamed, “Aaaaaahhhhhh! Master Lakemaaaaaan!”
For each life he took in the mist, he celebrated with his harem — the harvest of souls feeding the harvest of lust.
Rumors spread among the surviving pirates of the mist.
“A golden ship sails the fog.”
“A demon with red eyes devours souls.”
“Don’t approach! He is worse than the mist itself!”
But fear was meaningless. Lakeman hunted them systematically. One by one, ships fell, crews drained, treasures taken. The Rainbow Mist, once a prison of despair, became his farm.
Months passed in this rhythm. Hunt. Absorb. Fuck. Feast.
Every night, his women screamed his name.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Glkkk! Slrrpp!
Ahhhhhnnnn!
Every day, another ship fell silent, another crew erased, another pile of gold added to his hoard.
Lakeman’s power swelled with each soul devoured, his body glowing faintly even at rest. His aura grew oppressive, his presence divine.
The Rainbow Mist itself seemed to bend around him, its whispers shifting into whimpers whenever his gaze fell upon it.
A year had passed within the Rainbow Mist.
For the outside world, perhaps only weeks. For Lakeman and his harem, time had dissolved into eternity.
The golden cruise no longer wandered. It ruled.
Every ship within the mist had either been stripped bare or destroyed.
Every pirate had been drained of soul, lifespan, and strength — their lives extinguished, their essence added to Lakeman’s.
Only treasures remained: mountains of gold and jewels stacked across the lower decks, relics catalogued by Robin, weapons sealed away in vaults.
And still, the mist surrounded them — endless, eternal, whispering.
Lakeman stood on the prow, crimson eyes half-lidded, his hair stirring in a wind that wasn’t there. The Rainbow Mist pulsed faintly around him, its colors rippling in slow motion, as though acknowledging him.
He smirked, but his mind sharpened with thought.
“…The Nika Fruit,” he murmured. “Still in Shanks’s hand, or does Luffy already eat it?”
His fingers tapped the railing. “But this… this cursed fog. Did the will of the world lead me here to stall me? To keep me away, so that destiny could unfold?”
The mist shimmered, glowing faintly in defiance.
Lakeman chuckled lowly. “No. This… isn’t the world’s trick. This isn’t its hand at work.”
His eyes narrowed, crimson glow piercing through the colors. “This is something beyond it. A mutation of space and Time. A conceptual mist. Not of One Piece’s world… but something alien to it.”
He lifted his hand, and the fog bent toward his palm, absorbed slowly. Threads of color dissolved into him, feeding his body, his aura.
“…If this world’s will truly wanted to block me,” he whispered, “it would move the seas. Not… this.”
He smirked, dismissing the thought entirely. “Then it doesn’t matter. World, fate, destiny — none of it matters. This mist belongs to me. And I’ll drain it dry.”
That night, the golden cruise shook with moans and cries as Lakeman marked the anniversary of his conquest in the mist.
Robin lay on her back atop a pile of gold coins, her legs spread wide as Lakeman’s cock pounded into her.
Slap! Slap! Slap! — flesh met flesh, coins scattering beneath them with each thrust.
Robin’s glasses were gone, her eyes glazed, her moans high-pitched.
“Ahhhh—M-Master—ahhhhnnnn!”
Stella danced naked before Lakeman, her hips rolling hypnotically, breasts bouncing as she swayed, sweat glistening across her skin.
Sofia crawled on hands and knees, licking the coins clean where Lakeman’s cum had spilled earlier, her mature body trembling in arousal.
Lakeman growled, slamming harder into Robin.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
Her body shook, her moans breaking into screams as she came, squirting across his thighs.
“Ahhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn! M-Masterrrrrr!”
He didn’t stop. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and shoved it into Scarlet next. She cried out, collapsing forward as Mirana gasped beneath her.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick! — her folds sucked him in eagerly.
Mirana moaned into Scarlet’s pussy, tasting both her juices and his seed as Scarlet screamed,
“Haaaaaahhhhhh! Too much—too deeep!”
Lakeman roared, filling her womb with another flood.
Splrrrt! Splrrrt!
Cum overflowed, dripping onto Mirana’s face.
The ship echoed with wet sounds, with moans, with screams of devotion. Every woman gave herself fully. Every orgasm was worship.
And when the night ended, the mist glowed brighter, as though even eternity bent to their lust.
As his women collapsed in trembling exhaustion, Lakeman sat atop the golden throne at the center of the hall, naked, his body gleaming with sweat, his cock still semi-hard, dripping seed down his thigh.
He looked out at the mist through the open balcony, smirking.
“A world’s will can’t stop me. Not destiny, not gods, not fate.” He clenched his fist, crimson light burning. “This mist will be mine. If it takes five years, so be it. I’ll drain it to the last wisp — and when I emerge, I’ll be unstoppable.”
Behind him, the women whimpered softly in half-sleep, bodies still leaking his seed, their holes used and stretched, their lips parted with exhausted devotion.
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