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Chapter - 164 While Shanks Sails East, His Sister Kneels in Skypiea (R-18)
🕑 Added 2025-08-30 20:51:28 +0000 UTCSkypiea. Inside the golden palace.
“Ghwakh— Ghhk— Gwakh—”
Mirana Figarland’s red curls bounced with each brutal thrust as Lakeman gripped her hair, dragging her face onto his cock over and over. Her lips stretched, her throat bulged, her eyes watered.
The sound of wet choking echoed through the chamber, mixing with the musk of sweat and sex that clung to the air.
On the silken bed nearby, Robin and Lily lay sprawled, their skin gleaming with sweat, their legs trembling from the relentless pounding they had already endured.
A few Skypiean beauties lay with them, moaning faintly, their holes still dripping from earlier. They were wrecked — used and broken, basking in the aftermath of their god’s hunger.
But Lakeman wasn’t done.
He used Mirana’s mouth like it was his right — and it was. Her pride, her noble Figarland blood, meant nothing now. She was only a vessel for him, her every breath stolen, her every moan muffled around his shaft.
With a final thrust that buried himself deep in her throat, his balls tightened, and hot streams erupted down her gullet.
“Ngghh— Ggkkhh—”
Her throat worked, gulping every drop, desperate to please.
When he finally pulled free, strands of spit and seed clung to her lips. She gasped for breath, then leaned forward to lick him clean with trembling reverence.
Lakeman’s crimson eyes glowed faintly in the dim golden light as he released her hair, tilting her face up with his thumb under her chin.
“Why are you here, Mirana?” His voice was calm, deep, but edged with curiosity.
Her lips glistened, still wet from his release, but her tone carried clarity beneath the lust.
“Didn’t you ask me to keep an eye on Shanks?” she said, her voice husky. “And to notify you if he moved toward East Blue.”
Lakeman’s gaze sharpened, his smirk widening. “So he’s going.”
Mirana nodded, her red hair falling across her flushed face. “Yes. He’s left for East Blue. With his crew. He seems intent on something important.”
Lakeman leaned back, running a hand slowly through her damp curls, gripping lightly at her scalp. “Good girl. Always watching. Always obedient.”
Mirana shivered under his praise, her thighs pressing together instinctively. “I live only to serve, Master.”
Robin, half-dazed but still sharp, stirred on the bed, raising her head slightly. Her voice was soft, edged with curiosity.
“East Blue… That’s unusual. Why would a man like Shanks leave the New World for the weakest sea?”
Lily rolled onto her side, her silver hair clinging to her skin with sweat, her breasts rising with heavy breaths. “Perhaps he’s chasing opportunity… or protecting something.” She glanced at Lakeman, her voice gentle. “What will you do, Master?”
Lakeman didn’t answer immediately. His crimson eyes flickered with hidden calculation, but his smirk stayed calm.
Mirana licked her lips again, her eyes glowing faintly with arousal and devotion. “Shanks still trusts me, Master. He has no idea where my loyalty lies. Do you want me to follow him to East Blue?”
Lakeman shook his head, his hand sliding down her neck, across her collarbone, gripping one of her full breasts possessively. She moaned softly at the touch.
“No. I don’t want him spooked. Just watch. Report. And if he did something, he shouldn't…” Lakeman’s smirk deepened, his fingers pinching her nipple, making her cry out. “…then tell me immediately. I’ll deal with him myself.”
Mirana’s breath shuddered, her body trembling from both pain and pleasure. “Yes, Master. Always.”
The palace fell into silence again, broken only by the soft moans of the women sprawled across the bed, and the heavy breaths of Mirana kneeling at his feet — his spy, his slut, his Figarland toy.
And far away, in the East Blue, the red-haired pirate set sail, oblivious that his every move was already watched… and that his fate, like the fate of all, rested in Lakeman’s hands.
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The golden palace quaked with wet, slapping sounds.
“Ahhh— mmmhh— M-Master—”
Mirana’s voice broke into trembling cries as Lakeman’s cock drove into her ass, his hips pounding her against the silken altar. Her red curls clung to her flushed face, her fingernails digging into the cushions as her proud Figarland body was split open once more.
An hour had passed since she had reported about Shanks, but Lakeman had not let her go.
He had taken her mouth, her pussy, and now her backhole, filling her again and again with hot floods of his seed until her belly bulged faintly with the weight of his release.
Her moans filled the chamber, joining the faint whimpers of Robin, Lily, and the Skypiean girls still sprawled on the bed, watching with dazed eyes as their god used another toy.
Lakeman gritted his teeth, driving himself deep one last time before spilling another torrent inside her. His thick white release leaked messily from her ass as he pulled out, smearing across her pale thighs.
He looked down at her trembling form, her breasts bouncing with each panting breath. For a brief moment, his smirk faded.
“…Tch.” He clicked his tongue, scolding himself inwardly. “I’ve been stupid.”
Mirana’s flushed face turned up, confusion shimmering in her lust-drenched eyes. “M-Master…?”
Lakeman chuckled, shaking his head. “I almost forgot… I still have my system. I let myself drown in all this pussy and nearly ignored my greatest weapon.”
His blood-red eyes gleamed with sharp self-reproach, even as his hands molded her tits roughly, kneading their fullness.
Mirana gasped as his teeth clamped down on one stiff nipple, while his fingers pinched the other mercilessly.
“Masterrr—” she cried, arching into him, her body torn between pain and ecstasy.
Lakeman pulled back, lips glistening, smirk restored. “Tell me, Mirana. Wouldn’t you love to travel with your dear brother? To see his face… while you kneel at my side, taking my cock as we sail together?”
Her body trembled, her thighs quivering as his words sank into her fogged mind. She moaned helplessly, the thought corrupting her further.
“Y-Yes, Master… If it pleases you… I’d do anything. Even in front of him…”
Lakeman’s grin widened. He released her nipple, slapping her tit hard enough to make her squeal.
“Good girl.” He smeared the leaking cum across her stomach with his cockhead before pushing her onto her back. “Then let’s prepare. If Shanks is moving, so are we.”
Her eyes glazed with lust and devotion as she nodded, whispering, “Always, Master. Always yours.”
Morning light pierced through the golden palace windows, but its warmth was pale compared to the fire that still clung to Lakeman’s chambers. Robin, Lily, and Mirana rose from his side, their bodies sore but glowing, their eyes sharp with renewed purpose.
“Robin,” Lakeman said lazily from his throne, his cock still wet from the night. “Oversee the libraries and treasures. I want maps, records, every scrap of information about the East Blue loaded aboard.”
She bowed, gathering her robes. “Yes, Master.”
“Lily,” he continued, smirking at his silver-haired maid. “Prepare the mounts. I’ll be taking the golden seahorses and a few flying beasts this time. And make sure their saddles are polished. I don’t want a single stain.”
Lily flushed at the praise hidden in his tone, her breasts still marked with his bites. “Of course, Master. I’ll see to it personally.”
“And Mirana…” Lakeman leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “You’ll handle the ship. Command the maids and the CP agents. I want the cruise ready within two days. Silk beds. Golden wine. And…”
His grin sharpened. “…bring a few of my favorite toys. Scarlet. Stella. Sofia. And perhaps a new queen or two.”
Mirana’s thighs clenched, heat rising between them again. “Yes, Master. I’ll make sure the ship is ready. And your toys will be eager.”
Down below, the orders rippled.
CP agents bowed as Mirana’s commands rang. Maids hurried to pack crates of wine, silks, golden chalices. Slaves polished weapons and armor that would never be used, symbols of luxury rather than necessity.
In hidden chambers, select princesses and queens — already broken to Lakeman’s will — were prepared.
In the skies, the golden cruise ship gleamed as it was readied once more. Its hull shone with reinforced skystone, its sails woven from cloud-silk. Stables were filled with mounts. Storehouses brimmed with delicacies. The decks were scrubbed until they glowed.
The ship was not just transport. It was Lakeman’s moving palace — his throne upon the sea and sky alike.
And soon, it would sail again.
The hull was no longer ordinary. Birkan technology had been fused into its design, enhanced further by Vegapunk’s genius. It could glide seamlessly across the skies, then descend to skim the seas like a divine beast. It could not yet dive beneath the oceans — but Lakeman needed no such feature. His own power could bend the waters if he wished.
Lakeman stepped onto the gangplank, his crimson eyes scanning the scene. Behind him trailed his entourage:
Maids bowed low, CP agents saluted sharply. The moment Lakeman set foot aboard, the ship thrummed, its aura alive, as if recognizing its master.
“Raise anchor,” Mirana commanded, her red hair gleaming as she repeated Lakeman’s order.
“Raise anchor!” the agents roared.
The great vessel rose, its golden sails swelling. The journey had begun.
The first nights of the voyage blurred into decadence.
In the grand hall, Scarlet knelt between Lakeman’s thighs, moaning as her lips wrapped around his cock.
Slrp… slrp… glk…
Stella lay beneath his hand, her body trembling as his fingers toyed with her soaked folds, her moans echoing off crystal walls.
“Aaahhh— Master— d-deeper—”
Robin straddled his face, her breath ragged as his tongue traced her most sensitive places. Lily massaged his shoulders, whispering softly, “Master, your strength overwhelms even the seas…” as her breasts pressed into his back.
The hall was filled with sound:
Slap! Slap! Slap! — the rhythm of his hips pounding into Stella from behind.
Ghhhkk— Ggkkhh! — Scarlet choking on his cock, drool trailing down her chin.
Ahhhhhnnnn! — Robin crying out as climax overtook her.
It was not merely pleasure. It was worship.
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