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Chapter - 152 Queens on Their Knees: The True Reverie Begins. (R-18)
🕑 Added 2025-06-14 00:28:26 +0000 UTCNearly half a month had passed.
One by one, the royal families of the World Government’s member nations had safely arrived at Mariejois.
Though a few pirate attacks had flared along the way, they had been swiftly and ruthlessly crushed by the Marine warships assigned to each convoy.
The Reverie would proceed without disruption.
Now, the glittering capital of the Celestial Dragons thrummed with life. The royal houses of more than fifty permanent member nations had gathered within their towering marble palaces and shaded courtyards.
Their temporary residences had been arranged by CP0—each detail perfected, each suite lavishly prepared.
Tomorrow, the Reverie would begin.
The kings of fifty permanent member nations—amid the two hundred and forty kingdoms that served beneath the World Government’s banner—would gather in the Grand Hall to shape the future of the seas.
The summit would last for a full week.
During this time, the rulers and their entourages would remain cloistered in Mariejois, the eyes of CP0 and the Celestial Dragons upon them at all times.
—
The next day.
Soft morning light filtered through the silk curtains of Saint Lakeman’s private chambers.
Beneath the rich sheets of his bed, Lakeman stirred. His crimson eyes fluttered open to the sight of Stussy kneeling between his legs, her silver hair cascading like liquid moonlight, her perfect lips wrapped lovingly around his shaft.
Slurp.
Slurp.
She worked with practiced devotion, her throat taking him deeper with each slow, reverent motion. The wet sounds of her service filled the quiet room.
Lakeman exhaled lazily, one hand sinking into her hair.
A soft grunt escaped his throat as he released his morning gift, watching with satisfaction as Stussy swallowed it all—her blue eyes shimmering with adoration.
"Good morning, Master," she whispered, voice thick with submission.
Her movements had already roused the other girls sprawled across the vast bed—bodies marked and scented from a night of endless debauchery.
Robin stirred first, emerald eyes fluttering open. Lily followed, her voluptuous figure stretching with a soft moan.
Other newly ruined maids also came to their consciousness.
The scent of sex still hung heavy in the air.
—
Later, after a long bath under the gentle care of Robin, Stussy, and Lily—each girl taking their time to caress and pamper him—Lakeman descended to the dining hall.
A lavish feast awaited.
He sat with casual grace upon his high-backed chair. The long table gleamed with polished silver and rare delicacies.
A line of maids and slaves stood ready—many of them the same beauties he had ravished the night before, their bodies freshly cleaned, cheeks still flushed from memory.
Robin approached first, setting a goblet of rich nectar beside his hand. "Master, we’ve prepared your favorites today," she said softly, voice warm with affection.
Lily followed, hips swaying as she placed a tray of exotic fruits. "Please enjoy, Master," she murmured with a playful wink.
Stussy stood behind his chair, fingers massaging his shoulders as he began to eat—her voice low as she delivered her morning reports.
"Master, the kings and queens of all fifty permanent member nations have arrived. CP0 has secured their quarters, and surveillance is in place. The Reverie will commence tomorrow as planned."
Lakeman nodded lazily, his gaze half-lidded with satisfaction.
But beneath the table, another pleasure teased his focus.
His new favorite—Princess Scarlet—now a devoted maid, knelt between his legs.
Her crimson hair was tied neatly back as she worked, mouth sliding hungrily along his length. Each bob of her head sent shivers of pleasure up his spine.
Scarlet took him deep into her throat with every stroke, her soft moans vibrating against his shaft, her hands resting on his thighs for support.
Lakeman let out a slow breath, the corner of his mouth lifting in a faint smile.
'Good. She’s learning well.'
Above the table, his tone remained perfectly composed as he spoke with Stussy—yet beneath, he reveled in the growing heat, the delicious contrast of power and pleasure.
After finishing Stussy’s reports, Lakeman grunted softly and fired his load deep down Scarlet’s gullet.
The once-proud princess, now a devoted maid, swallowed it all obediently, her throat working hungrily to take every drop.
She then gently cleaned his rod with her tongue and lips, leaving it glistening, before carefully tucking it back into his pants.
Lakeman leaned back lazily in his chair.
"How is my special preparation for the Reverie going, Stussy?" he asked casually, picking up his goblet and taking the last sip of wine.
Stussy, who was standing close with her bare breasts still exposed from his earlier teasing, shivered at the sound of his voice.
"Master, everything is ready," she purred, her voice laced with devotion. "Shakky will be arriving from Sabaody soon. Once she’s here, we will alter the consciousness of the royal families attending the Reverie. One by one, we will make them loyal to only you, Master."
She moaned softly as Lakeman’s hand reached up and kneaded her exposed tits, molding the soft flesh beneath his fingers.
Then, with a seductive laugh, she added, "As for the beautiful princesses and queens... it will be their greatest honor to serve Master. Fufu."
"Good. Now go get busy with your work," Lakeman commanded, smacking her ass hard. The sharp sound echoed in the dining hall.
Then he reminded her with a cold smirk, "Be sure to leave Queen Otohime untouched. I want the pleasure of breaking her myself."
"Yes, Master," Stussy replied, her voice a low, trembling whisper of arousal.
She adjusted her top to cover her breasts once more and gracefully exited the hall, hips swaying with each step.
Robin and Lily also excused themselves for their daily training, taking Scarlet and her little sister Violet with them.
Left alone with his thoughts, Lakeman sighed softly, then shifted his gaze to the remaining maids present in the hall—his charming new collection of cum slaves, sluts, and toys.
Once, many of them had been noble ladies, princesses, queens, royal knights, or even renowned pirates. Now? None of that mattered. Their former identities meant nothing.
Now they existed solely for his pleasure.
A slow, predatory smile spread across his face.
Without a word, he stood and beckoned them to follow. The girls obeyed eagerly, eyes shimmering with lust.
Lakeman led them back to his chamber, where another day-long orgy was about to begin.
‘As for Queen Otohime of Fishman Island... let her wait,’ Lakeman thought darkly as he pushed open his chamber doors.
‘Only after she experiences the cruelty of the other Celestial Dragons will she truly appreciate me—a kind-hearted Celestial Dragon. Fufu. Besides, it’s only the first day of the Reverie.’
His thoughts burned with anticipation as he mounted the first beauty—a stunning blonde motherly figure—beneath him.
"Aaahh!"
Pah
Pah
Smack
"Ohh, Master!"
Lakeman thrust his cock in and out of her tight, warm cunt. Her velvety walls massaged and squeezed him with every stroke.
Her heavy, motherly breasts bounced hypnotically under his relentless pounding.
With a growl, he leaned forward and captured one swollen nipple between his teeth, biting and chewing gently as he kneaded her other breast with his free hand, shaping it at will.
Pah
Pah
"Mmmh... ahh..."
He grunted with pleasure, savoring every sensation.
‘Another beautiful bitch conquered. Another slave to add to my harem.’
Her name was Hilda—once the Captain of the Royal Knights in the Saintlac Kingdom of the New World. Her strength had rivaled that of pirates with bounties over 600 million Beli.
The king of her nation had even married her, making her queen.
She had given birth to a daughter, a princess, who is only three years old.
But two months ago, everything had changed. Under CP0’s secret control, a rebellion swept through her kingdom. The king was killed. The entire country fell into CP’s shadow.
And Hilda... was delivered to Lakeman’s bed by Stussy—another prize for his collection.
‘Stussy and Shakky keep sending me more and more slaves. I don’t even have enough time to fuck them all every day. Fufu.’
Lakeman’s smirk deepened as he imagined the future.
‘I’ll enjoy them here, then send them back to rule their kingdoms as my sluts. Meanwhile, CP will manage their nations for me behind the scenes. My sluts will wear crowns, but their loyalty will belong to me alone.’
‘One day... all rulers of this world will be my women. All nations will kneel to me. Hahaha.’
Fueled by this vision, his thrusts quickened.
Pah
Pah Pah
"Mmmh... m-master...!"
"Take it all!" Lakeman growled as he sheathed himself deep inside her cunt, his thick seed spurting into her womb, claiming her completely.
"Aaaahh!" Hilda moaned wantonly, her legs wrapping instinctively around his hips.
Plop.
With a satisfied grunt, Lakeman withdrew, watching his seed leak from her ruined cunt.
Without missing a beat, he grabbed another queen—newly wedded, untouched by her husband.
The foolish king had been killed before even laying a hand on her, and now his queen belonged to Lakeman.
He shoved his rod roughly into her throat, gripping her hair tightly.
For fifteen minutes, he fucked her mouth mercilessly. Tears streamed down her face, saliva leaking from her mouth and trailing down her bare breasts.
Then, with a final deep thrust, he filled her throat with his cum.
His debauchery continued—one by one, he claimed every new maid, every unexplored and explored hole, leaving no part of them unmarked by his conquest.
Meanwhile, at Pangaea Castle…
The Reverie had begun.
Inside the grand council chamber, royal representatives sat around a vast round table, locked in fierce debate over proposed policies for the coming years.
The Five Elders watched silently from their elevated thrones, eyes cold and expressionless.
To them, the kings and queens below were little more than squabbling dogs, bickering for scraps. Only proposals that earned the Five Elders’ approval would pass.
But today, their minds were elsewhere.
Though they appeared calm, most of their thoughts remained fixed on one figure—Saint Lakeman.
His growing, seemingly invincible strength. His rapidly expanding forces.
And above all... his increasingly rebellious behavior.
Their concerns deepened with every passing day.
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Lakeman's debauchery continued without pause in the depths of his private chamber.
The blonde queen Hilda still lay panting on the silken sheets, her womb overflowing with his seed.
Beside her, the newlywed queen knelt obediently, lips parted, her mouth, throat, pussy, ass and tits, all freshly used.
But Lakeman’s hunger remained unsatisfied.
He swept his gaze over the line of maids awaiting their turn—each one trembling with arousal and fear.
Some had been rulers, once commanding kingdoms and armies. Others had been noble ladies or famed warriors. Now they were nothing more than his toys.
With a lazy wave of his hand, he beckoned to the next.
A tall, raven-haired queen approached hesitantly—her pale skin glowing against the dark green of her discarded gown.
She was known as Queen Althea of the Western Isles—a woman famed for her cold beauty and sharp wit.
Now, there was no trace of her famed aloofness. Her blue eyes were glazed with submission, her breath shallow as she knelt before him.
"Master... please use me," she whispered, voice trembling.
Lakeman smirked, tilting her chin up with two fingers.
"You were once a proud queen who refused every suitor... even your late husband," he mused.
Her cheeks flushed crimson. "I... I was a fool, Master. I belong only to you now."
"Good," he said coldly. "Show your loyalty."
Without hesitation, Althea leaned in and took his shaft between her soft lips, moaning softly as she began to suck.
Her movements were eager, desperate to please, her pride shattered beyond repair.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Lakeman sighed in contentment, one hand stroking her hair as she worked.
‘One by one, all these royal bitches fall the same way,’ he thought. ‘Their crowns mean nothing beneath me.’
Behind him, more queens and noble beauties watched, their own bodies heating as they awaited their turn. Several absently rubbed their thighs together, too aroused to resist.
Once satisfied with Althea’s throat, Lakeman stood and pushed her onto the bed.
"Spread your legs for me."
"Y-Yes, Master," she gasped, obeying instantly.
He drove into her tight cunt with a single thrust.
"Aaaah!" she cried, head thrown back in pleasure.
Pah
Pah Pah
Her soft moans filled the room, her legs wrapping around his waist.
Lakeman grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, rutting into her with growing force.
Althea’s eyes rolled back as her pride was ground beneath each thrust.
"Cum for me," he commanded.
"Ahh... I—yes, Master!" she wailed as her body convulsed in orgasm, her walls spasming around his cock.
He roared and slammed deep, releasing another thick load inside her womb.
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