Coming out of the room, I felt completely refreshed and invigorated. Catherine truly was a delicious mature woman—perfect as a collectible toy.
Lighting a cigarette, I checked the time. It was already past 8 PM without me realizing. I leisurely strolled toward the deck.
When I reached the deck, a group of people was already waiting. The moment they saw me, they greeted me enthusiastically.
"Boss is here!"
"Big bro, good to see you!"
"Boss!"
Hearing these pirates call me with such thick gangster vibes, I almost laughed. Why did it feel like I was some mafia don?
Putting on what I thought was a proper boss-like demeanor, I scanned the surroundings. Eleven pirates—all present. On the deck lay eleven bound young women, scattered haphazardly. Ages ranged from seventeen or eighteen to about twenty-four or five. Some were unconscious, others awake—now looking at me with a mix of fear and curiosity.
I observed them carefully. Their qualities were quite good—each one beautiful, curvaceous, well-endowed. These pirates might lack other skills, but their taste in women was excellent.
Satisfied, I nodded. Just as I was about to release the mental collars from the pirates' necks, something familiar caught the corner of my eye.
Among the captured beauties was one with a distinctive hairstyle—mid-twenties, delicate and alluring features that rivaled Nami and the others. But most striking was that vivid red hair—like burning flames. I immediately remembered: this was Carmen! The chef who had a cooking contest with Sanji in the original story.
She was proud, aloof, and extremely confident in her culinary skills. While I didn't particularly like her personality, her figure and appearance were flawless. After proper training, she'd make an excellent collectible. These pirates hadn't disappointed me.
With a wave of my hand, I released the mental collars from all their necks and sent them away. Once given permission, the pirates vanished in a flash.
Using telekinesis, I lifted the eleven beauties and carried them all into the tentacle room where Catherine was.
Then I ran into a small problem. The tentacle nest wasn't fully expanded yet—only the floor and about half a meter up the walls were covered in flesh.
I'd originally planned to hang them all on the walls. Scratching my head, I decided to wait.
With telekinesis, I stripped off all their clothes and ropes. Under my mental restraint, the still-immobile beauties were arranged in the same kneeling face-down position as Catherine—four limbs sunk into the fleshy floor and locked in place. Soon, eleven naked beauties were kneeling and prostrated in rows before me—like a pack of beautiful bitches. The sight was spectacular.
I inserted a tentacle into each of their mouths to gag them—beginning to pump nutrient liquid and aphrodisiac nonstop. Then, into each ass, I injected a slime insect egg. Setup complete.
I left the tentacle nest—leaving them there to ferment their desires first. They'd be much easier to train that way.
Then I returned to the door of Tashigi's room. Through divine sense scan, I saw she was lying on the bed—eyes dazed, skin flushed red, hands restlessly caressing her own body. As expected—with the lewd tattoo in place, Tashigi couldn't climax. But the tentacle panties constantly stimulated her entrance and clit—trapping her in endless pleasure. Unable to reach satisfaction or calm down, even masturbation impossible in her current state. How long could she endure like this?
I decided not to disturb her self-torment. After enjoying the view a little longer, I returned to the deck.
It was about time to leave Loguetown.
Covering the entire ship with telekinesis—no need to raise sails or turn rudder—I simply brute-forced the vessel out of the dock and into open sea. Though Nami had taught me basic ship handling, using massive amounts of telekinesis like this was excellent training.
I picked a random direction and flew straight ahead—until my mental energy was nearly depleted and my head throbbed. Then I returned to my room and collapsed into sleep.
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I slept deeply and naturally woke up. Opening my eyes to the wooden ceiling still felt dreamlike. Checking the time—it was past 11 AM. I'd slept over ten hours. The headache from overusing mental power had completely vanished—I felt full of energy.
Leaving the room, I scanned with divine sense.
Tashigi was still sleeping soundly in her room—probably tormented until very late last night.
In the second tentacle nest room (with the twelve beauties), the scene was completely different.
The nest expansion was now complete—the entire room, including the ceiling, was thickly covered in flesh walls. Under the faint red glow emitted by the meat walls, white naked bodies lay prostrated all over the floor. Pairs of beautiful, expressive eyes stared at the mature body in the center—whose ass was continuously being thrust into—showing clear envy.
Under the aphrodisiac's effect, every pussy was drenched—but with hands restrained, they couldn't touch themselves. They could only twist their waists desperately—issuing muffled moans through gagged mouths.
In the first nest room, the scene was even more obscene.
Under tentacle restraint, Kaya and Nami remained in the exact positions I'd left them in. Only Nojiko—hands still bound behind her back—lay on the floor with a pregnant-like swollen belly, moaning dazedly.
Kaya's body was covered in dense red-purple whip marks. Beneath her blindfold, her eyes rolled back—mechanically twisting her hips nonstop.
Beneath Kaya's crotch, Nami's pretty face was completely coated in a thick layer of milky-white liquid—clearly Kaya's work.
Because of the fluids on her face, Nami couldn't open her eyes—but she still diligently serviced Kaya's pussy. Whether from fear of suffocation or craving for pleasure—no one could tell.
Seeing all three were nearing their limits, I entered the first nest room.
"Good morning, beautifuls. Time to wake up~" Casually sealing the newly opened flesh wall entrance, I walked up to the three women.
"Master!" Nojiko struggled to sit up—her swollen enema-filled belly making her look like she was about to cry. She gazed at me pitifully.
I gently stroked Nojiko's beautiful sky-blue hair—telling her to wait a moment.
Then I released all restraints from Kaya and Nami (who hadn't yet noticed my arrival)—gently placing them on the soft fleshy floor to rest properly.
Next I lifted Nojiko—still sporting her massive belly—kissing her ears and neck while teasing her body with both hands. Nojiko immediately moaned dazedly. If her arms weren't still bound elbow-to-elbow behind her back, she would've thrown herself into my embrace.
Nojiko's enema fluid had been mixed with aphrodisiac. After so long absorbing it, she was hypersensitive. Just a little teasing and she started begging.
"Master I can't take it anymore… it's so hard… I want it so bad"
"Oh? Where do you want it~?" I blew hot air into her ear.
"Front… it's so hard… ah Master I want my front so bad~" The girl was nearly driven mad by the aphrodisiac—her restrained body twisting anxiously in my arms.
"Oh? And what do you mean by 'front'?" That wasn't the answer I wanted.
"Ah! My pussy! Master please take Nojiko's first time" Nojiko looked up at me with eyes full of burning love.
I responded with a gentle smile—leaning close to her ear again. "Not yet~ Only after Nojiko is fully trained into the perfect slave that completely satisfies Master—as a reward—will Master take your virginity. Until then, obediently accept Master's love with your ass." As I spoke, I firmly pinched her already engorged nipples.
"Ahh Master" Hearing my words, Nojiko's gaze burned even hotter.
I commanded the plug-shaped tentacle in Nojiko's ass to shrink and withdraw. Her body stiffened—then a massive flood of milky-white liquid uncontrollably gushed from her ass.
This release lasted nearly two minutes—entirely milky aphrodisiac mixed with nutrient fluid, without any unpleasant odor. Proof that her intestines were thoroughly cleaned.
I pressed the bound girl face-down on the floor—posing her with ass raised high. Then I took out my long-ready weapon—pressing it against Nojiko's slightly opened pink chrysanthemum—and thrust in mercilessly.
"Mmmph Ahh Master~" The intense stimulation made Nojiko cry out loudly.
Her ass was already soaking wet—accepting my entire cock with ease. The intestinal stimulation made Nojiko instinctively bear down as if defecating—creating a tight, wriggling sensation like her ass was trying to expel the intruder. It gave me immense pleasure. In return, I thrust even deeper—bringing her alternative intense ecstasy.
The girl's moans—mixing pain and pleasure—echoed throughout the entire tentacle nest, finally waking Nami from her dazed state.
The tentacles binding Nami had already been fully released. Her voluptuous, sexy body slowly crawled up—turning her gaze toward me and Nojiko.
"M-Master…" Staring blankly at where our bodies continuously collided, Nami showed a complicated expression.
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