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Chapter - 166 Prison of the Damned, Playground of a God. (R-18)
🕑 Added 2025-09-03 23:04:35 +0000 UTCDawn Island, East Blue.
The air reeked of smoke, roasted meat, and ale. Within the port tavern, Red-Haired Shanks and his crew celebrated their latest prize.
“Bwahahaha! To the fattest loot we’ve ever taken!” Shanks roared, raising a mug of frothing beer, his red hair catching the firelight.
“AYEEE!” the crew bellowed in unison, tankards slamming together.
Barrels of wine spilled across tables. Women from the port village giggled as pirates pulled them onto laps, feeding them scraps of roasted boar. Laughter shook the rafters as songs rose in drunken harmony.
The prize had been rich. CP9’s transport, intercepted and stripped bare, had yielded gold, weapons, and a single strange fruit unlike any other.
The Gomu Gomu no Mi — though only Shanks knew its rumored truth as the Nika Fruit.
Lucky Roux wiped grease from his lips. “Captain, with this, we’ve struck gold! Weapons for trade, riches for weeks—”
Shanks smirked, swirling his beer. “And a fruit worth more than all the gold in these Blues.” He didn’t explain further. The crew didn’t question.
Pirates danced, women laughed, mugs clashed. Benn Beckman leaned against a pillar, smoking calmly, but saying nothing.
Because to the crew, the night was perfect. They had wealth, food, women, and freedom.
But they were unaware.
Unaware that Mirana — Shanks’s own sister — had already betrayed his every move, whispering it into Lakeman’s ear.
Unaware that his Vivre card, which he has given her, is guiding Lakeman toward Dawn Island like a compass.
Unaware that the demons themselves were sailing closer.
For now, Shanks laughed and drank. But the shadow above the seas grew heavier with every hour.
…
“Ahhh—ahhhhnnnn— M-Masterrrr—”
Mirana’s cries echoed through Lakeman’s golden chambers. Her nails clawed the silken sheets, her red curls plastered to her sweat-soaked face as Lakeman pounded into her from behind.
Slap! Slap! Slap! — his hips crashed into her ass with bone-shaking rhythm.
Glk… hhhhnnnhhh! — Her muffled moans broke as he pulled her head back by her hair, forcing her mouth open for his fingers.
Schlick… schlick… schlick… — her soaked pussy dripped onto the sheets, even as his cock split her ass relentlessly.
Hot white seed leaked from her asshole, painting her thighs, only for him to thrust deeper, using her again without pause.
“Masterrr - break meee—ahhhhnnnn—”
He leaned down, biting her ear. “You were broken the moment you called me Master. Now you’re just mine to enjoy.”
Smack! —
His hand cracked across her ass, leaving it red. She squealed, then came, her pussy squirting onto the sheets.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Lakeman grunted, slamming in one last time before spilling deep inside her ass again. His cock twitched, pouring another thick load that overflowed from her hole.
Splrt… splrt… splrt…
Mirana collapsed forward, her face buried in the sheets, tears and drool mixing.
Lakeman pulled free, his cock glistening with her juices and his own seed. He wiped himself lazily across her soft ass, then stood.
And then—he froze.
His crimson eyes sharpened. Observation Haki flared.
Something… was out there. Not hostile. Not ordinary. But strange, vast, otherworldly.
He dressed casually — black trousers, a loose silk shirt, his chest half-bare — and stepped toward the deck.
Outside, a CP agent saluted sharply. “Master, strange sightings ahead. A… fog. Unlike any recorded.”
Lakeman waved him off.
He turned back, his voice sharp. “Robin, Lily, Mirana. Prepare yourselves. All of you — to the deck.”
The women gathered around him, still flushed from earlier indulgence. Robin clutched her robes, Lily’s silver hair shimmered in the sunlight, and Mirana stood beside him, thighs still trembling from being used.
And then they saw it.
A vast expanse of sea ahead… swallowed by colorful fog.
It was no ordinary mist. It glowed, swirled, and shimmered like liquid rainbows poured across the horizon. Pink, gold, violet, azure — colors shifted with every heartbeat, cascading like curtains of living light.
The fog stretched as far as the eye could see, swallowing waves and sky alike. It was beautiful. Terrifying. Breathtaking.
The women gasped in unison.
Robin whispered, “I’ve read of this… in ancient records. The Rainbow Mist. Said to be cursed. Said to trap ships forever.”
Lily pressed against Lakeman’s arm, her voice trembling. “Master… it’s so beautiful…”
Mirana’s violet eyes widened. “It feels alive…”
Lakeman’s smirk curved. His crimson eyes gleamed, drinking in the sight.
“Alive or cursed,” he murmured, “it doesn’t matter. If the world hides secrets here…” He extended his hand toward the glowing expanse. “…then they belong to me.”
The golden cruise drifted forward, its sails shimmering as it entered the rainbow haze. Its silken sails swelled with phantom winds that did not exist, carrying the vessel deeper into the Rainbow Mist.
The world outside vanished. Horizon, sky, sea — all were swallowed by colors.
The mist was not gray, not white, but alive with endless hues.
Curtains of violet rippled across emerald veils, waves of sapphire melted into gold, crimson bled into azure. It was as though the auroras of heaven had descended and drowned the sea.
The women clung to the railings in awe.
Robin whispered, “Incredible… I’ve read of this, but words never captured it.” Her dark hair shimmered purple in the shifting light.
Scarlet shuddered, her breasts rising with heavy breaths. “Master… it’s beautiful, but frightening…”
Lakeman stood tall at the prow, crimson eyes gleaming, a smirk tugging at his lips.
From within the mist came voices.
Faint at first. Then louder.
“…help…”
“…years… decades…”
Whispers carried on windless air, echoing across the sails, crawling under the skin of those who listened.
The women stiffened, their hearts racing. But Lakeman only chuckled, his voice deep, commanding.
“Not ghosts. Prisoners.”
Through the shifting veils, shadows emerged — ships adrift. Ancient hulls rotted yet intact, sails torn but still floating. A galleon three centuries old drifted alongside a Marine warship from fifty years ago. Lanterns glowed faintly on decks long abandoned.
Robin’s sharp eyes widened. “These vessels… they were recorded as lost to sea centuries apart… yet all are here.”
Lily whispered, “Master… it’s a graveyard.”
Lakeman’s smirk widened. “No. A vault.”
The cruise ship sailed deeper, swallowed by eternity.
The first figures appeared — gaunt men staggering from the fog, their eyes wide with madness, clothes rotted, but bodies curiously preserved. Pirates.
They fell to their knees, sobbing.
“P-please! Take us with you!”
“We’ve been here… twenty years… maybe more… we can’t escape!”
“Master, save us!”
Lakeman raised his hand. Invisible force gripped them.
Thud! Thud!
Their bodies slammed to the deck like insects.
He crouched, placing a palm over one man’s head.
“Show me.”
The pirate screamed. His soul was torn open. Images flooded Lakeman’s mind: sailing into the mist in greed, circling endlessly, crew aging, starving, dying — while he remained alive, cursed by timelessness.
Lakeman smirked, releasing him like a ragdoll. “Pathetic.”
Another was dragged forward, shrieking as Lakeman’s crimson gaze pierced his essence. This one had entered sixty years ago, still unaged, his memories a cycle of despair and hunger.
Lakeman laughed. “So this mist denies death, but not suffering. A perfect prison.”
The women shivered. Scarlet clung to his arm, her lips trembling. “Master… what is this place truly?”
He rose, towering above the broken pirates. His voice rang like judgment.
“A trap for mortals. A toy for gods.”
The whispers of the damned mingled with moans of the living.
Lakeman shoved Mirana against the railing, his cock plunging into her ass with merciless rhythm.
Slap! Slap! Slap! — the sound of flesh colliding echoed into the mist.
“Ahhhhnnnn—Masterrrr!” Mirana screamed, her breasts bouncing, her red curls spilling over the golden wood.
Robin watched, her face flushed as her hands wandered beneath her robe. “Master… so brazen… even here…”
“Even here?” Lakeman growled, yanking Mirana’s hair, forcing her back to arch. “Especially here.”
Schhlrppp! Schhhllp! Splrt! - cum leaked from her asshole, smeared across her thighs as he pounded her raw.
The trapped pirates stared in horror and awe from the deck, hearing Mirana’s moans rise above their own eternal cries.
Their despair deepened as the god before them indulged, proving their suffering was mere background to his pleasure.
Scarlet joined, climbing onto the railing, pressing her dripping pussy against Lakeman’s mouth. He devoured her without slowing his thrusts into Mirana.
Slrrpp… slppp… glkkk… — her moans mixed with Mirana’s, the two sisters of fate both broken under the same god.
“Mmmh”
The Rainbow Mist glowed brighter, as though watching.
And Lakeman laughed into Scarlet’s folds, his voice muffled but filled with pride. “Even the sea itself witnesses your devotion.”
Later, as his women lay spent across the deck — Mirana leaking seed, Scarlet trembling, Robin flushed — Lakeman stood again at the prow.
He extended his hand.
Crimson energy pulsed. The Rainbow Mist trembled. A tendril of living color coiled toward his palm, absorbed with a hiss.
Vhhmmm—
His body shivered. Energy coursed through him. Even he, demigod already, felt it.
Robin’s eyes widened. “Master… you can consume even this?”
Lakeman smirked, watching the mist bend. “Devil fruits. Souls. Lifespans. Now the mist itself. My power knows no limit.”
But his smirk thinned into thought. The fog stretched endless in every direction. Absorbing even a fragment took minutes.
“At this pace… five years.” His eyes narrowed, gleaming crimson. “To devour all of it… five years.”
The women gasped softly.
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