One Piece : Start As Celestial Dragon And Take Down Hancock-Chapter 141: Steamy Dinner. Second Awakening. (R-18)

Lakeman, flanked by Stussy and Shakky, made his way into the opulent dining hall.

As they settled into their seats, the soft sound of approaching footsteps echoed across the marble floor.

Robin, Hancock, and Lily entered gracefully, their skin still glowing from a refreshing bath after an intense day of training. Their damp hair shimmered under the chandelier light, and their alluring charm filled the room like fragrance.

The meal proceeded at a relaxed, indulgent pace, the clinking of silverware interspersed with light conversation and occasional laughter.

Lakeman, resting his elbow on the table, turned to Shakky and spoke calmly but with weight behind his words, "Shakky, I want you to build an intelligence organization—one that rivals, or even surpasses, Cipher Pol. Is that within your capability?"

Still mid-bite, Shakky paused, the question catching her off guard. She swallowed quickly, composed herself, and responded earnestly, "Saint Lakeman, you already control Cipher Pol. Creating another organization of equal or greater scale would demand immense resources, time, and talent. It's not impossible... but it won't be easy."

Meanwhile, Stussy also pricked up her ears.

Lakeman leaned back slightly, fingers drumming the table.

'She's not wrong,' he thought.

'But with another Devil Fruit awakening, I'll soon gain the ability to manipulate memory itself—steal and reshape it, overwrite loyalties, mold minds to serve me without question. At that point, making the entire Cipher Pol my personal tool will be far more efficient than building something from scratch.'

A quiet smirk tugged at his lips.

'The second awakening should arrive tonight, judging by the current rate of progress.'

He continued his meal in silence, content.

After finishing the last course, Lakeman placed his utensils down and addressed Shakky again.

"Take Hancock back to Amazon Lily," he said coolly. "Install her as the new Empress. Just as planned before."

The announcement dropped like a stone into still water. All the women froze.

Robin's eyes narrowed slightly, her thoughts racing.

'Is Master truly sending her away? Hancock, a woman so beautiful she could sway the seas... after claiming her for two years, body and soul? Why let her go now?'

Lily and Stussy exchanged a glance, similarly stunned by the order.

Shakky's heart clenched. Her body trembled with a confusing mix of hope and fear. Guilt from the past resurfaced—she had always blamed herself for Hancock's capture, for her fall into slavery. Powerless then, she had watched it all unfold. Now, hearing that Hancock could return to her homeland and reclaim her crown... it moved something deep within her.

Even if Lakeman's motives were unclear, the thought that Hancock might be freed, even symbolically, brought her genuine joy.

But none were as shaken as Hancock herself.

Panic flashed across her flawless face. She stood abruptly, her voice quivering with desperation.

"Master... have I done something wrong?" she pleaded. "Please... please don't cast me aside."

Tears welled in her eyes.

The proud, rebellious Amazon warrior of the past was gone.

What remained was a woman completely consumed—her mind, heart, and body dedicated to one man. The mere thought of being parted from Lakeman felt like a blade to the chest.

Lakeman watched her quietly, then gently pulled her onto his lap.

She clung to him like a lifeline.

His hand slipped beneath her cloak, fingers cupping and kneading her breasts with familiar ownership. Hancock gasped softly, the blush rising in her cheeks betraying her arousal.

He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of her ear, his voice low and dark.

"If the world sees you as the Pirate Empress, the most beautiful woman alive, the ruler of Amazon Lily... then I'll take greater pleasure knowing all that is mine. Can you do that for me, Hancock? Can you become the untouchable goddess they worship, while secretly being nothing more than my devoted, obedient cum-hungry slut?"

His breath was hot against her skin.

She felt the hard pressure beneath her as his arousal stirred, poking against her soft thighs.

Hancock shivered, overwhelmed not by shame, but by longing. She understood his twisted pleasure—and she accepted it.

"Yes, Master," she murmured, her voice like honeyed silk. Her hips began to move instinctively, grinding against his growing desire, eyes half-lidded with devotion and need.

........

After the dinner, Lakeman had Hancock sprawled across the center of the massive dining table—her flawless skin glowing in the chandelier light, her full breasts pressed against the cold polished wood, her firm round ass raised for his taking.

Pah.

Pah.

Her legs were spread wide apart, her bare back arching with each of his brutal thrusts.

The clatter of silverware falling to the floor had long since faded, replaced by the rhythmic slap of flesh and her constant, needy moans.

"Ahh... Master... Master—yes!" she cried out, her voice laced with desperation as her fingers curled around the edge of the table, knuckles white.

Lakeman's thick cock plunged into her tight pussy without mercy.

"Mmhh"

He grunted as he pounded into her from behind, his hips smacking against her ass with a punishing rhythm. Her slick walls clenched around him, already soaked and quivering from multiple orgasms.

Pah.

Pah.

He leaned over her, one hand gripping her throat and the other mauling her breasts beneath her. Her body trembled beneath him, caught between pain and overwhelming pleasure.

After over twenty minutes of relentless vaginal pounding, he pulled out, causing her to gasp and twitch, her juices trickling down her thighs.

Without warning, he pressed the tip of his cock against her backdoor.

"N-No... please... not there... not again—" she gasped, but he was already pushing in.

He shoved deep into her tight, resisting asshole, stretching her mercilessly. She screamed into the table, face flush, as her back arched violently, her entire frame spasming under the pressure.

"Your body is made for me," Lakeman growled as he gripped her hips and began to plow her asshole with deep, powerful thrusts. "Even your ass knows it."

Hancock's voice broke into strangled sobs and moans as he claimed her hole with complete authority, his pace unrelenting.

For two full hours, Lakeman used her like his personal toy—switching between her pussy and ass, flipping her over, forcing her to ride him on the table, even bending her legs up to fuck her in mating press against polished wood.

Her breasts jiggled with each thrust, her body bouncing helplessly under his grip.

When he finally exploded deep into her ass once more, her body collapsed against the table, quivering, leaking from both holes. Her mouth hung open, her eyes dazed and teary, her body twitching from the abuse and pleasure he had given her.

Still holding her limp form in his arms, Lakeman scooped her up—her body limp and leaking—and carried her upstairs.

As he pushed open the heavy double doors to his bedroom, the warm light revealed the rest of his harem sprawled across his massive bed: Robin, Stussy, Lily, and Shakky—each of them naked, radiant, and waiting.

Their skin glowed in the candlelight, their bodies already glistening with a light sheen of anticipation.

Lakeman stepped in, his cock still glistening with Hancock's fluids, and laid her down in the center of the bed.

She moaned softly as her bare back touched the silk sheets, completely spent yet somehow still aroused.

The other women closed in, like wolves around their alpha.

Robin leaned in first, her soft lips capturing Hancock's in a sensual kiss, her fingers tenderly massaging her breasts.

Stussy moved to Lakeman, licking and sucking his shaft clean with reverence while staring up at him with glassy, obedient eyes.

Lily knelt at Hancock's thighs and began to gently lap at her overstimulated pussy, cleaning the sticky mixture of cum and juice with her tongue.

Hancock moaned into Robin's mouth, her hips lifting as pleasure returned to her limp form.

Shakky, always silent but intense, straddled Lakeman's thigh, grinding herself against him slowly, whispering softly, "Master... let me serve you."

Lakeman grinned, his arousal reigniting immediately.

He grabbed Lily by her waist and pushed her down onto the bed, spreading her legs wide as he plunged into her tight little pussy.

She gasped and held onto him, crying out as his thick cock began stretching her wide, his thrusts hard and fast.

While he pounded into Lily, Stussy climbed onto his face, moaning as she rode his tongue shamelessly. Her hands gripped his hair, guiding his mouth where she needed him most.

Robin and Shakky tangled in a sensual embrace beside them, kissing deeply, their fingers buried between each other's thighs as they watched their master with worship in their eyes.

Once Lakeman finished filling Lily with a thick, deep load, he shoved Stussy off his face and pulled her onto all fours.

He pushed into her dripping pussy with a wet, loud slap, and began slamming into her from behind, making her scream into the mattress.

But before long, Hancock dragged herself across the bed and straddled him again, forcing herself onto his cock with trembling thighs.

"Master... it's mine... I'm not done yet..." she moaned, her hands bracing on his chest.

He allowed her to ride him again—her hips moving with beautiful desperation, her moans low and husky. Sweat dripped from her breasts, and her long hair swayed behind her as she bounced up and down on his cock, her pussy now well-trained to take every inch.

"You'll always be my favorite, Hancock," Lakeman whispered into her ear, gripping her ass and slamming her down harder.

"Mmmh... Yes... Master..." she whimpered, grinding harder as her orgasm overtook her once more.

Again and again, he fucked each of them—Robin's ass, Shakky's throat, Lily's pussy, Stussy's mouth—and always returned to Hancock.

He filled her again and again, watching his seed leak from her overstretched holes. Her mind had long since gone blank, but her body continued to respond, devoted only to serving him.

The night became a blur of flesh, sweat, and submission.

Deep into the night, Lakeman was once again hammering Hancock's asshole, her moans broken and desperate.

Pah.

Pah.

"Aah... Master—harder!" she cried, eyes rolled back, her body jerking as another orgasm shook her.

He groaned and drove himself deeper, then finally released another thick load inside her, overfilling her gaping back hole.

But just as the last waves of pleasure crested through him, something stirred.

His Devil Fruit began to throb and pulse inside him—stronger than ever. He recognized the sensation instantly.

Awakening.

He slid out of Hancock's abused ass. A flood of his seed followed, gushing out like a broken dam.

Without a word, he stood from the tangle of naked bodies and sat cross-legged on the floor, his breathing steady, his body alert.

The girls, exhausted and covered in his seed and bite marks, watched in confusion and awe.

Seven minutes passed.

Then—it happened.

Silently.

Without an explosive aura or violent tremor—his Devil Fruit awakened again.

'It's done... but this time, it's different. Quiet. Absolute. Complete.'

'The Devil Fruit's weakness to seawater and seastone... it's gone. It's no longer a separate force. It's merged entirely with me.'

'Even if I die... the Steal-Steal Fruit will never be reborn. I've devoured it completely. It's now a part of my being, forever bound to my soul.'

Lakeman opened his eyes, sensing the shift in his very nature. His power no longer simply resided within him—it was him.

'All previous abilities—stronger. Sharper. But that's not all. Now, I can steal concepts.'

'Luck. Time. Space. Life. Death. Injury. Loyalty. Consciousness.'

'I need test subjects... criminals, weaklings, corpses... to explore each one properly.'

His eyes drifted to the bed.

Among the beautiful, cum-painted bodies, Stussy lay still—her face peaceful, her breasts rising slowly.

'Stussy... she plays her role well. Loyal. Devoted. A perfect slave...'

'But I know the truth. Her real loyalty lies with Vegapunk. Always has.'

'Now... I don't need to live with that ticking time bomb. Even if she wouldn't dare to betray me, I want certainty. Absolute obedience.'

'With this awakening, I can steal her consciousness, override it—without erasing her memories. She'll remember Vegapunk. She'll even believe she still serves him. But her loyalty, her soul... will belong to me.'

'She'll never even think of harming me—not even by accident. Her mind will reshape itself to worship me, justify me, serve me as her god.'

He looked at her—his seed still on her chest, his bite marks on her neck. Beautiful. Perfect.

'She's too precious to risk on a first try. Better to test on trash first... Then, I'll make her truly mine.'

Just as he concluded his thoughts, Hancock—despite all that had happened—turned her eyes to him.

She lay on her side, her body covered in bruises, bites, and cum. Her hair was matted to her face, but her gaze was sharp, jealous, and hungry.

She wanted him again.

Lakeman returned to the bed, towering over her.

"You want more?" he asked, amused.

Her hand trailed down to her dripping, gaping pussy. "Always. Please... Master... claim me again."

He mounted her once more and pushed into her slowly—stretching her open with deliberate, punishing force.

She moaned like an addict reunited with her drug, her body arching up to meet his.

They began again.

One last round.

A final, desperate, passionate entanglement.

Their bodies slammed together, the sound of flesh and wetness echoing against the walls. Lakeman's hands explored every curve of her again—owning her, dominating her.

And with one last scream, she came again, collapsing into unconsciousness beneath him.

The sounds of pleasure only faded with the rise of the sun.

Each woman lay passed out, her body marked, bruised, and full—painted in seed, their hearts full of blissful submission.

When Lakeman finally stirred, it was already afternoon.

The bed was empty.

The girls had gone—off to train, handle missions, or obey his earlier orders.

His personal maids entered quietly. With gentle reverence, they bathed and dressed him, tending to every detail, their eyes downcast in respect.

Clean and composed, Lakeman stepped out of the villa into the sunlight.

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