Chapter 51: Human Stick Punishment & Surgical Fruit Experimentation
Miss Valentine was undeniably a rare beauty—model-like figure, fashionable and stylish outfit, delicate features combined with a bold, carefree personality.
Yet looking at this stunning woman now—I suddenly felt no desire at all.
Since being captured, Miss Valentine had been embedded in the wall for several days. Because I originally intended it as temporary restraint, the binding system wasn't thorough—especially waste management, which I had completely overlooked.
Then—with so many beauties on the ship—I simply forgot about her after turning my head. As a result—she stayed there for several days.
As the fleshy wall opened—a foul stench immediately filled the entire nest. That was why I frowned.
The hem of Miss Valentine's yellow dress had turned completely brown. Her beautiful legs were caked with residue of excrement—yellowish liquid slowly dripping down the insides of her thighs.
"Damn…" I really couldn't stand excrement—pinching my nose to show my disgust.
"What the hell are you doing, Lin Xiu? It stinks!" Sadi—who was having fun nearby—also protested.
"Sorry, sorry—leaving now." I quickly ordered the tentacle nest to secrete large amounts of sweet aphrodisiac gas—to cover the odor.
"ROOM!"
Using the Op-Op Fruit ability—I instantly teleported twice with Miss Valentine—arriving on the sea surface beside the ship.
"You bastard! How dare you… AHHH!!" Miss Valentine had only cursed halfway before I threw her into the seawater.
Devil Fruit users become powerless in seawater—and touching Seastone temporarily nullifies their powers.
Miss Valentine now suffered both—completely immobilized—only able to watch herself slowly sink.
Then I used materialized mental energy to give Miss Valentine a thorough cold seawater bath. Of course—gentleness was impossible. Each time she was about to suffocate—I pulled her up for a breath—then pushed her back down.
Even her insides got flushed with several rounds of seawater—cleaned completely.
When I finally fished her out—the once aggressive Miss Valentine was now drenched and trembling—fear in her eyes.
"Where did that earlier attitude go?" I asked playfully.
"What… what do you want to let me go?" The tremor in her voice was clear. I guessed in Miss Valentine's mind right now—I was probably seen as an irredeemable demon.
"Do you think you can still leave?" I decided to play the villain to the end.
"ROOM!"
One more teleport—Miss Valentine and I appeared inside Nest 1.
Domino and Tashigi were currently leaning against the wall chatting. My sudden arrival startled both.
"Master!?"
"Mmph… you bastard."
"Yo—long time no see, ladies. Quite the appetites, huh?" I looked with interest at their rounded bellies bloated from semen.
"Tashigi—still so foul-tempered. Oh right—your last video has already been sent to Smoker via News Coo." I grinned wickedly—looking as obnoxious as possible.
"You! Mmph… you bastard."
"Haha—don't rush. Master has business first. I'll come feed you milk later."
I took out the Seastone katana—looked toward Miss Valentine.
"You attacked my women twice. You must pay the price." Slowly drawing the blade from its scabbard—the pitch-black edge radiated danger.
"Tell me—do you want to die or live?"
"Ah… no! I don't want to die! Please don't kill me—don't kill me!" Hearing my words—Miss Valentine trembled and begged—looking pitifully fragile in her drenched state.
"Good—I'll give you a chance to live. First—take off your clothes." I continued in a deep voice.
Perhaps from fear of death—or because wet clothes were uncomfortable—Miss Valentine immediately stripped herself naked upon hearing me.
Miss Valentine was somewhat slim—her nude body had a soft beauty that instinctively aroused protective feelings. But now was not the time for appreciation.
"You can live—but you'll live differently."
Mental energy surged out—instantly pinning the defenseless Miss Valentine immobile.
"ROOM!"
The pale blue transparent sphere covered the naked beauty before me. Then my katana moved.
From bottom to top—one slash at Miss Valentine's left armpit.
Swish!
A snow-white arm flew off—falling to the ground.
"Ahh!"
"Ah!"
Three piercing screams rang out simultaneously—making me instinctively cover my ears.
My sudden brutality shocked all three women in the nest. Yet the expected scene of blood splattering everywhere didn't appear.
Miss Valentine's left arm had been severed at the root—but the cut surface was smooth skin—like the Venus de Milo statue—as if it had always been this way.
And Miss Valentine's face showed no pain—only extreme terror.
"AHHHH! My arm! Waaahhh! What did you do to me!" Though the expected pain didn't come—making her feel strange—the fact of the severed limb still filled her with immense fear and despair.
I swung the blade again—severing Miss Valentine's remaining arm at the root while she remained immobilized.
Swish! Swish!
Before Miss Valentine could react—I followed with two more slashes—cutting both long, beautiful legs from the thigh roots.
Then I released the mental restraint. Now reduced to a torso—Miss Valentine fell to the ground. Though free—she had no limbs. Only her waist and head could move. She twisted in fear and unease—like a wriggling worm.
"Help… help… I was wrong—I was wrong—please…" Miss Valentine kept muttering—looking at me as if I were a devil. Terror had completely consumed her mind.
With a thought—the floor beneath the scattered limbs began to sink. The four severed parts sank into the fleshy floor like quicksand—disappearing without trace.
If Miss Valentine could think clearly—she would realize she could still feel her limbs. This was the Op-Op Fruit's power. But under overwhelming fear—she had nearly lost all reasoning. When she later regained clarity—she would only feel limbs buried and immobile within the fleshy wall.
"You bastard! You're a monster!" Tashigi withdrew her gaze from the near-broken Miss Valentine on the ground—glaring viciously at me. Though her tone was furious—I heard a tremble in her voice.
"Seems even after so much training—you still haven't learned respect for your Master." I coldly turned to Tashigi—the katana suddenly swung toward her right elbow.
Swish! Tashigi's arm fell instantly.
"AHHHHH! NO!" Only now reacting—Tashigi stared in despair at her remaining half-arm—screaming hysterically.
Ignoring her noise—I picked up the fallen arm—reattached it to Tashigi's stump. The cut seamlessly healed—no trace left—as if everything just now was illusion.
"See? Nothing happened. This is my ability—your arm wasn't really cut off. Understand?" I said irritably.
"Ah… this…" Tashigi stared blankly at her hand—tentatively moved it—found nothing wrong.
"Then… her…?"
"Yes—same for her. It's just temporary punishment." I rolled my eyes helplessly.
Am I really that cruel?
"…" Tashigi fell silent—lowered her head—said no more.
Domino—who had been watching from the side—finally relaxed after hearing me. Her expression softened.
"Hehe—as punishment for disrespecting me—you'll experience this too." With a wicked grin—I pinned Tashigi with mental energy.
"Ah! No… I don't want to become like that!"
"ROOM!"
Ignoring Tashigi's protests—I raised the katana again—activated the Op-Op Fruit. Amid her screams—several swift slashes severed all four limbs.
I tossed the now limbless Tashigi beside Miss Valentine—buried her limbs in the floor as well—then turned to Domino.
"Master…" Domino looked at me with complex eyes. Though knowing this was created by my ability—not real dismemberment—it still frightened her badly.
"Want Master to turn you into this too?" I pulled Domino into my arms—teasing her all over—whispering in her ear. "Don't worry—after training I'll restore you completely. Then Master will reward you."
"Mmm… mm…" Extremely sensitive Domino—after just a little teasing—entered a dazed aroused state. Desire overcame fear—she softly agreed to my proposal. So I raised the blade once more—another sensual worm appeared on the floor.
Then I recovered the lewd insect panties covering Tashigi's lower body—and disabled the climax prohibition on her lewd tattoo.
Next—a cock-shaped tentacle appeared on the floor—same function as wall tentacles: could engorge, ejaculate when stimulated. The semen consisted of potent aphrodisiac and nutrients—had the pungent smell of semen—but this time different: even when the cock tentacle ejaculated—it gave them no pleasure or climax—purely providing semen as food.
"Alright—I'm off. You three get along well—remember to eat on time, hahaha." I smugly left the tentacle nest—but didn't go far. I stayed at the entrance—continuing to observe the three women with mental energy.
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