I had to service my monitor and other stuff in IRL, so there was a delay in update. will post chapters soon.
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[Short R-18 Scene]
James strode into the opulent heart of the Divine Goddess Pavilion, the morning sun filtering through vast arched windows draped in silken veils that shimmered like captured clouds.
A gentle perfume of rare blossoms from Skypiea's suspended gardens wafted through the air, mixed with the mild, salty sea breeze that attached to Sola's scales.
His seven Divine Concubines awaited him, arrayed in a semicircle on the massive bed that dominated the chamber—a sprawling expanse of plush feathers and embroidered linens, fit for a god emperor's indulgences.
They knew his intent from the moment his gaze swept over them, hungry and unyielding after the strain of his Azure Dragon awakening.
Recovery demanded release, and they were eager to provide it, each in her unique way.
Conis, the gentle Skypiean with her ethereal wings folded neatly, knelt at the bed's edge, her harp set aside but her fingers twitching as if ready to pluck strings of pleasure instead.
Her blue eyes sparkled with quiet devotion, her lithe form clad in a translucent gown that hinted at the curves beneath.
Kaya, who had been frail but was now flourishing thanks to his care, stood near him. She blushed subtly, her medical expertise informing her of the body's requirements, but her inherent kindness was evident in the gentle smile she gave. Her golden hair spilled over the shoulders of her plain dress.
With a smirk, Kalifa, the ever-poised secretary who had transitioned into a concubine, adjusted her glasses, her athletic frame accentuated by the short robe as she crossed her long legs with elegance.
Moda, the innocent milk maiden, fidgeted with excitement, her full bosom pressing against a dairy-themed apron that barely covered her, her cheeks flushed as she remembered how James loved her caring nature.
Jessica, the fiery cook from distant bases, stood with hands on hips, her curvaceous figure wrapped in a chef's scarf repurposed as a teasing wrap, her bold personality ready to command the kitchen of desire.
Mikita, the weightless assassin with her signature "kyahaha" laugh, floated slightly above the bed, her lemon-yellow hair wild, her body toned and playful in a skimpy outfit that played on her Devil Fruit powers—light as air, yet heavy with lust.
And Sola, the mermaid, lounged on a specially misted section of the bed, her iridescent tail shimmering as it merged into human legs under his divine influence, her oceanic beauty radiating mystery and allure, her voice a melodic whisper like waves on shore.
"Morning's light brings fresh vigor," James murmured, shedding his robe to reveal his chiseled form, his cock already stirring to life at the sight of them.
He beckoned, and they converged, a symphony of touches and sighs igniting the day.
He started with Conis, pulling her close first, her wings fluttering softly as he cupped her face and claimed her lips in a deep kiss.
Her personality remained true—gentle, almost reverent—as she melted against him, her hands tracing his chest with harpist's delicacy.
"James-sama... let me soothe you," she whispered, guiding him to recline as she straddled his lap, her gown slipping away to expose her pert breasts and slick pussy.
James groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she lowered herself onto his throbbing cock, inch by inch, her tightness enveloping him like a warm embrace.
"Ahh..., James-sama," Conis moaned softly, her voice melodic, rising and falling like a tune as she began to rock, her wings quivering with each thrust upward from him.
He pumped into her steadily, the position intimate, face-to-face, allowing him to watch her flush deepen, her moans building: "Mmm... yes, deeper... ahhn~!"
Kaya watched with wide eyes, her kind heart urging her forward to join.
She crawled onto the bed, pressing her soft body against James's side, her fingers tentatively wrapping around the base of his cock as Conis rode him.
"I... I want to help heal you," Kaya said shyly, her medical precision showing in how she stroked him in rhythm with Conis's movements.
James turned, capturing Kaya's mouth while thrusting harder into Conis, who cried out, "Ohh! It's... it's filling me so!"
He switched soon, lifting Conis off with a wet pop and laying Kaya on her back, spreading her legs missionary-style.
Her pussy glistened, eager, and he slid in fully, eliciting a gasp: "Ah! Oni-chan, it's so big... mmm, yes, like that." He pounded into her with controlled force, her frail past forgotten in the strength she'd gained, her moans sweet and pleading: "Harder... oh god, yes... ahhn~!"
Kalifa couldn't resist inserting herself, her secretary's efficiency turning playful.
"That's hardly fair, monopolizing him," she teased, pushing Kaya's legs wider with a foot while leaning in to lick at James's neck.
"If you keep that up, it's sexual harassment—on my patience." James chuckled, pulling out of Kaya mid-thrust to flip Kalifa onto all fours, doggy-style, her ass presented invitingly.
He slammed into her pussy from behind, her composure cracking into raw moans: "Ah! You brute... mmm, fuck me harder... yes, like that!" Her athletic body took the pounding, hips bucking back, glasses fogging as she gasped, "Ohh... deeper, James... ahhn!"
Mikita floated over, laughing "kyahaha" as she lowered her weightless form to sit on Kalifa's back, facing James, her pussy hovering near his face.
He buried his tongue in her folds while thrusting into Kalifa, Mikita's giggles turning to moans: "Kyahaha... oh, that tongue... mmm, eat my pussy!"
The orgy escalated as morning bled into noon, the room echoing with a chorus of ecstasy.
Moda, ever nurturing, positioned herself cowgirl on James after he finished in Kalifa with a grunt, spilling deep inside her pulsing pussy.
Moda's ample breasts bounced as she rode him vigorously, her milk maiden innocence laced with passion: "ahh! Your cock feels so good in my pussy, my Emperor!" She moaned loudly, "Ooo... oh, yes... fill me up!"
Jessica, the bold cook, took charge next, pushing Moda aside gently and mounting him reverse cowgirl, her curvaceous ass grinding down.
"Time to spice things up," she declared, slamming her pussy onto his cock with kitchen-command force.
"Fuck... yes, pound my pussy... ahhn~! Harder, you god!"
Sola, the mermaid, added an aquatic twist, her tail splashing mist as she transformed legs to wrap around James in a missionary variant on the bed's edge.
Her oceanic depths welcomed him, slick and tight, her moans like crashing waves: "Dive into me, my lord... ohh, your cock stretches my pussy so... mmm, yes!" He thrust relentlessly, water droplets flying, her body arching in bliss.
Afternoon wore on, positions shifting in a whirlwind of limbs and cries.
James took them in pairs—Conis and Kaya missionary side-by-side, his cock alternating between their pussies, moans blending: "Ahh! James... together... Mhmmm~!"
Then Kalifa and Mikita in doggy, asses up, him switching thrusts while they kissed, Kalifa gasping "Harassment... but so good!" and Mikita laughing through moans "Kyahaha... fuck us both!"
Moda and Jessica piled on in a stacked cowgirl, their breasts pressing together as he drove upward, their cries harmonious: "Yes! Deeper... ahhn!" Sola joined last, her flexibility allowing a standing position against the wall, legs hooked over his arms as he pounded her elevated pussy, waves of pleasure crashing: "Oh..ohh~... my emperor... fill my depths!"
As evening shadows lengthened, exhaustion mingled with unrelenting desire. James brought it to a dramatic conclusion, with all seven women on the bed surrounding him.
He lay back, cock standing proud, as they took turns riding, sucking, stroking—Conis's gentle mouth on his balls, Kaya's hands massaging, Kalifa's efficient sucks, Moda's nurturing grinds, Jessica's bold bounces, Mikita's weightless hovers, Sola's misty embraces.
Moans filled the air: "Ahh! Your cock... mmm, so hard James-sama!" "Ohhn... yes, cum inside!" Climaxes chained, his seed spilling into each in turn, pussies clenching in ecstasy.
Night fell, the pavilion quieting to soft breaths and lingering touches.
The women gathered on their knees around him, faces flushed, bodies marked by the marathon of lust.
He stroked his cock firmly, aiming with precision, and unleashed a final torrent of cum.
Thick ropes splashed across their faces, painting Conis's cheeks and lips in white streaks, Kaya's innocent features glistening; Kalifa's glasses dotted, her tongue darting out instinctively. It cascaded onto their breasts, beading on Moda's ample swells, dripping down Jessica's curves, coating Mikita's toned chest, and pooling in Sola's navel like a pearl in a shell.
More shots hit their bellies, filling the hollows with warm liquid, their belly buttons shaking with each hit.
Their moans blended in a chorus of delight: "Ahh... yes, cover us!"
"Mmm, so hot on my skin!"
"Ohhn... mark me, James-sama!"
James, sated, pulled them close, their personalities shining even in afterglow—Conis humming a lullaby, Kaya checking for strains, Kalifa adjusting sheets precisely, Moda offering imagined milk, Jessica boasting of the "feast," Mikita giggling lightly, Sola whispering sea tales.
His recovery was complete, and the day was filled with joyous experiences.
[R-18 Scene End]
He had no purpose other than to lose himself in them for a while—to let desire and warmth drown out the lingering strain in his mind.
He wanted them to play a beautiful melody with their slender bodies, easing his mental fatigue and dispersing the after-effects that still lingered within him.
Time, however, never lingered for pleasure.
Before he realized it, night had already fallen.
Seeing how late it had become, Conis hesitated briefly before speaking. Joined by Jessica, Kalifa, and the others, she pleaded softly:
"Husband… our pavilions are quite far from here. And we're not feeling very well tonight. Could we rest here for a few days?"
Not feeling well?
James opened one eye, puzzled.
Before he could respond, the women began coaxing him together, their voices overlapping playfully.
"Please~ please~ won't you~?"
Shyness faded quickly when numbers were on their side. One voice encouraged another, and before long, their hesitation dissolved into open affection.
James rubbed his forehead helplessly. How could he bear to refuse such gentle persistence from his God Consorts?
In the end, he gave in—arranging rooms for them and allowing them to stay for several days.
Dressrosa — Royal Palace
At the same time, far away in Dressrosa, the atmosphere was anything but relaxed.
Doflamingo sat perched on the throne, only half-seated, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his thighs. His fingers were interlocked beneath his chin, his expression dark and oppressive.
Below him stood Trebol, Pica, and Diamanti—the Donquixote Family's highest executives—each with their arms crossed, exchanging silent glances.
Vergo, meanwhile, remained embedded within the Marines as an undercover Vice Admiral, currently serving as commander of the G-5 base.
Doflamingo had long understood Caesar's laziness and fondness for indulgence. That was precisely why he had ordered Monet to report Caesar's situation daily.
But today—
No report had come.
Worse still, Punk Hazard had gone completely silent.
Pica had already dispatched Buffalo and Baby-5 to investigate. Now, all that remained was to wait.
The hall was eerily quiet—so silent it felt as if Rosinante's ability had enveloped the room.
At long last, the Den Den Mushi rang.
"Purupuru~ Kacha~"
"Moshi moshi~ Young Master!" Buffalo's voice came through. "Punk Hazard is… covered in craters. Bombardment marks everywhere!"
Diamanti glanced at Doflamingo, noticing the veins bulging at his temple, before stepping in.
"What about the laboratory?"
"It's destroyed too. Looks like a massive explosion—or maybe it was crushed by something enormous."
"What!?"
"And… I haven't seen a single survivor. Everything inside the lab is gone. Even the alloy wall of the treasure room was dug out. If I didn't remember where it was, I wouldn't recognize it at all…"
"Enough," Doflamingo cut in coldly. "Come back, Buffalo. Your mission is complete."
"Doff…" Trebol muttered anxiously, mucus dangling as he looked on.
Diamanti frowned, pulling out a Vivre Card.
"Caesar isn't dead. As long as we find him using the Vivre Card before Kaido learns of this, we won't have to fear his wrath."
"Then explain," Pica interjected sharply, his shrill voice cutting the tension, "why the direction on that Vivre Card keeps jumping… into the sky?"
Pica's tone nearly shattered the tension with its absurdity.
"Sky… crushed by something huge… Behehehe. Could Kaido be drunk again and decided to haul Caesar back to Wano?"
"Unlikely," Doflamingo said slowly, eyes narrowing. After a moment, realization dawned.
"Fufufufufu… so it is him after all. The one who recently demanded something outrageous from me—the Rumble-Rumble Fruit user who calls himself a god."
"God Emperor James?"
"Lightning Emperor James?"
"How dare he?" Diamanti snapped. "Doesn't he know Kaido stands behind us?!"
The executives erupted in disbelief and anger.
"Enough," Doflamingo said sharply. "Trebol, whether it's him or not, we'll know with one call. Get the Den Den Mushi of that Spring Man who tried to join us before."
Bellamy—dead only months ago—had already been erased from his idol's memory.
Trebol waddled forward, rummaging through his mucus-coated waist before producing a Den Den Mushi. The creature looked visibly disgusted as it was dragged out.
"Purupuru… Kacha~"
The call connected almost immediately.
"Oh my~ isn't this the famous Seven Warlords of the Sea, Doflamingo~?"
James's mocking smile appeared on the Den Den Mushi's face.
"What brings you here? Have you decided to agree to my terms and compensate me? Though… isn't it a little late for that?"
Punk Hazard and Dressrosa were close. James had expected this call.
He'd been waiting—just to make Doflamingo squirm.
"Fufufufufu~" Doflamingo laughed lightly. "So it is you. James, release Caesar, and I'll pretend none of this ever happened."
"Huh?" James scoffed. "What do you mean it's me? If you have nothing better to do, stop making nuisance calls."
"Kacha~"
The line went dead.
Trebol stared in shock. "Nah~ nah~ He laughed! He definitely mocked us!"
"He didn't admit anything," Doflamingo said coolly. "But it doesn't matter. Whoever took Caesar has already prepared for the consequences."
He turned sharply. "Trebol, tell Violet to remain on high alert—twenty-four hours a day. Watch the surrounding seas. Especially the sky."
"Yes, Doffy~"
Late into the night, Doflamingo remained awake, unable to sleep.
Trouble had piled up relentlessly over the past few days.
As a former Celestial Dragon, his access to information far surpassed most. He already knew that the Marines were preparing to summon the Shichibukai to discuss important matters—matters that would reshape the world's balance of power.
For Punk Hazard to fall at such a moment…
His unease deepened.
Elsewhere, Violet also found sleep impossible.
She had been ordered to maintain constant surveillance for the next two days—watching the seas around Dressrosa without pause.
Waiting.
For James to appear.
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