Free Web NovelChapter 198: Good Morning, After a Goodnight. (R-18)
Sabaody archipelago.
The whole night has passed since Lakemane killed Rayleigh, along with other Ex-Roger Pirates, who came with him.
Celestial Dragons Villa Area. Inside Saint Lakeman’s Manson.
The air in the chamber hung thick with the heavy scent of musk, sweat, and the cloying sweetness of life essence.
Two emerald-green cocoons, pulsating with a rhythmic, bioluminescent glow, dominated the center of the room. fгeewebnovёl.com
The silk-like strands hummed with concentrated vitality, shimmering as the last vestiges of Lakeman’s blessing fused with the genetic makeup of the women inside.
Suddenly, the shells fractured.
A spiderweb of glowing cracks raced across the translucent surfaces before they shattered into a million glittering dust motes.
A crushing pressure slammed into the room—a physical manifestation of raw power that buckled the floorboards. It was brief, a sharp spike of peak Admiral-level Haki that flared out and then retracted, leaving the atmosphere vibrating.
On the sprawling, velvet-draped bed nearby, a tangled pile of limbs shifted. Robin, Viola, Scarlett, Mirana, and Lily groaned in unison, their bodies leaden from a night of relentless, carnal exhaustion.
They were a landscape of sin: skin flushed pink, bodies glistening with a mixture of sweat and drying, pearlescent seed. Thick, white rivulets continued to weep from their well-used pussies and assholes, soaking into the silk sheets as they blinked away sleep.
"Nngh... what was that?" Robin’s voice was a mere rasp, her dark hair a chaotic halo around her head as she pushed herself up on trembling elbows.
Viola winced, her thighs twitching as a fresh globule of Lakeman’s seed escaped her, trailing down her inner thigh.
"The cocoons... they’ve finished their evolution."
Stussy and Shakky stepped out of the swirling green mist, transformed.
Their skin possessed a marble-like translucence, and their features had sharpened into a lethal, supernatural beauty.
Shakky’s hair, once shorter and streaked with the history of her vice, now flowed down her back in a raven waterfall of silk.
Stussy’s curves were more aggressive, her breasts fuller, her waist impossibly narrow—a masterpiece of biological engineering.
"It seems Master is still vigorous after all the work," Stussy remarked, her voice a purr that vibrated through the room.
She stepped over the spent bodies of the other women, her bare feet silent on the floor. Her eyes locked onto the center of the bed where Lakeman lay.
He showed no sign of the night’s debauchery; his muscles were tight, his eyes glowing with an unholy hunger.
Between his legs, Makino was buried.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Makino’s evolution had finished hours prior.
Her green hair was tangled in Lakeman’s iron grip as he steered her head like a rudder.
She was a sight of total ruin—her tits, shoulders, and throat were a roadmap of dark purple bite marks and hickeys. Her pussy and asshole were already swollen shut, brimming with his essence, yet she labored on.
Gawghk!
Lakeman shoved his hips forward, burying his entire cock in her throat.
Makino’s eyes rolled back, tears of primal sensation leaking down her cheeks as her throat worked frantically to accommodate the intrusion.
"Look at you two," Lakeman rumbled, his voice vibrating through Makino’s skull. "Coming out just in time for the second course."
He didn’t slow down. He grabbed Makino’s ears, tilting her head back to watch the visible bulge of his cock slide up and down her esophagus.
The skin of her neck stretched taut, showing the terrifying girth of his cock as he drilled her throat with the same passion he had used on her lower halves for the last two hours.
"You’ve grown quite a bit, Stussy," Lakeman noted, his eyes scanning her new form. "I can feel the power rolling off you. Makes me want to see if that new body can handle a real breaking."
Stussy’s tongue flicked over her lips, her eyes tracing the rhythmic motion of his cock in Makino’s mouth. "This slave’s body belongs to you, Master. Use it until it breaks."
Lakeman let out a low, guttural growl. He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming rapid-fire slaps against Makino’s face.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Take it all, you little barmaid," he hissed.
Makino let out a muffled, desperate moan, her hands clawing at his thighs as her lungs burned for air.
Lakeman didn’t care. He held her head firm, his knuckles white in her hair, and gave one final, subterranean lunge that bottomed out in her stomach.
"Mmmhh, Here it comes!"
He shuddered, his muscles locking like stone. Ropes of thick, hot life essence surged from him, geysering into Makino’s throat.
She tried to swallow, her throat muscles convulsing in a desperate rhythm, but the sheer volume was too much. It backed up into her mouth, bubbling past her lips and coating her chin in white froth.
He held the connection for a long minute, pumping every last drop into her before withdrawing with a wet pop.
Makino slumped instantly. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth hanging open as more of his seed spilled out onto the sheets. She was out cold, her body finally surrendering to the overwhelming stimulation.
Lakeman nudged her aside like a discarded doll and sat on the edge of the bed.
His cock was still fully erect, pulsing and angry, demanding more. He reached out and snagged Shakky by her new, long black hair.
"Come here, Empress," he commanded.
He yanked. Shakky went to her knees between his legs with a graceful thud. Her pink, tender lips—now scrubbed clean of any tobacco stain by the evolution—trembled as they hovered inches from his tip.
"It seems I need to test your new evolved body," Lakeman said with a cruel smirk, winding her hair around his fist until her scalp pulled tight. "Let’s see if these new nerves still recognize their master’s cock. Sluts!"
Shakky opened her mouth to reply, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and predatory lust, but Lakeman didn’t wait. He drove his hips forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one savage motion.
Gawghk-hmmmph!
Shakky’s back arched, her fingers digging into the meat of his quads. The sensation of her new, ultra-sensitive throat was a revelation. It felt like hot silk, the muscles gripping his cock with a strength that only a peak-tier fighter could possess.
"Mmmhh," Lakeman moaned, leaning back on his elbows. "Yeah, that’s it. Use that tongue, Shakky. Wrap it around the head."
Shakky didn’t need instructions. She began to bob her head with a seasoned rhythm, her tongue dancing around the corona, creating a suction that made Lakeman’s toes curl into the carpet.
Slurp. Slurp. Gawghk.
Stussy didn’t stand idly by. She crawled onto the bed, her movements feline and predatory.
She kneeled beside Lakeman, pressing her enhanced breasts against his shoulder. They were heavier now, the skin so soft it felt like velvet-wrapped water.
"Fufu, Master, this slave’s body also needs to be thoroughly checked," she whispered into his ear, her breath hot and smelling of ozone and sex.
She grabbed his hand and guided it to her chest. Her nipples were massive, dark sakura-colored buds that were already turgid and sensitive.
"Of course, bitch," Lakeman replied.
He didn’t go easy. He lunged sideways, capturing one of Stussy’s nipples between his teeth. He bit down hard, his molars grinding against the sensitive nub as he began to suckle with a vacuum-like force.
"Aahh! Master! More!" Stussy cried out, her head falling back, her back bowing.
Smack!
Lakeman’s free hand swung out with a violent crack, landing squarely on the cheek of Stussy’s perky, firm ass.
The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot.
A red handprint bloomed instantly on the pale skin.
He didn’t stop at one; he began to knead the flesh, digging his fingers in deep, reshaping her buttocks like they were made of clay.
The room became a cacophony of wet sounds and muffled cries.
Slurp. Slurp.
Smack.
"Aahhh"
In the background, the other women were slowly coming back to their senses.
Robin watched with a dazed expression, her hand unconsciously moving to her own throbbing core.
"Bathroom," Viola whispered, her voice shaky. "We need to clean up... so he can ruin us again."
One by one, the spent harem members began to peel themselves off the bed, their legs shaking, their bodies leaking Lakeman’s mark as they limped toward the bathing area.
They moved like ghosts through the haze of the room, their eyes fixed on the man who had become their sun, their god, and their tormentor.
Lakeman ignored them, focused entirely on the two powerhouses before him.
He pulled Shakky’s head back by the hair, staring down at her face. Her eyes were unfocused, her mouth a mess of saliva and his own pre-cum.
"You like this, don’t you?" Lakeman asked, his voice a low growl. "Being treated like a common whore after all those years as a legendary pirate?"
Shakky couldn’t speak, but the way she frantically increased the speed of her head-bobbing was answer enough.
She sucked him deeper, her throat vibrating as she tried to swallow his very soul.
Lakeman turned his attention back to Stussy, who was now rubbing her crotch against his hip, her pussy dripping onto the bedsheets. He let go of her nipple, the skin red and raw, and grabbed her by the throat.
"You’re next, Stussy. I’m going to see if that evolved womb can hold all the seed I’ve been saving for you."
Stussy let out a wet, needy whimper, her eyes glazing over. "Fill me, Master. Drown me in it."
Lakeman smirked, his grip on Shakky’s hair tightening as he prepared to deliver another world-shaking load.
The morning was just beginning, and he had an entire room of evolved goddesses to break.
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