Chapter 56: Palace Betrayal & Crocodile's Departure
Noticing my gaze, Nojiko immediately flushed crimson—looking extremely nervous. But I knew it was actually excitement. With a beckoning gesture—Nojiko trembled as she walked over to me.
Pulling Nojiko into my arms—my hands reached toward her increasingly perky ass—kneading firmly twice—then slowly sliding along her crack. At her anus—I felt something hard.
"Hm? What's this?" I pressed the hard object twice—eliciting a moan.
"Mmm~ That's… the plug…" Nojiko lowered her head—speaking softly.
"Oh? What kind of plug? What's it for?" I continued pretending ignorance.
"Because… because your slave gave herself an enema today… so I used the plug to block it…" Nojiko's voice grew smaller—head sinking lower.
"Ohhh~ So Nojiko loves enemas this much." I fumbled around the base of the anal plug—found the deflation valve—and gently twisted it.
"Hiss…" The inflatable plug rapidly expelled a large amount of air under intestinal pressure—shrinking quickly.
"Ah Master—no! If it's like this now—I'll… ah oh~" Before Nojiko could finish—I had already gripped the now-smaller plug and pulled it out. Unrestrained enema fluid immediately threatened to gush out. Nojiko panicked—clenching her sphincter tightly. Though a little leaked—she barely held it in.
The result was far more intense bowel pressure slamming through Nojiko's entire intestine—wave after wave crashing toward her anus. But long-term enema training had its effect. Even the maddening urge made Nojiko tremble—she still desperately endured—her face even showing enjoyment.
Then—at my signal—Nojiko knelt before me—obediently taking my cock into her mouth—beginning to lick earnestly.
Nojiko's oral skills were quite good—unlike Nami's passionate deep-throating—Nojiko used her flexible tongue to roam over the shaft.
Feeling the warm, soft little mouth and that agile tongue's caress—plus Nojiko's cute, obedient eyes—I couldn't help moaning in pleasure.
After enjoying for a while—feeling it wasn't intense enough—I gripped the back of Nojiko's head—thrusting deep into her throat.
"Urk!"
Nojiko had little deep-throat experience. Foreign intrusion immediately triggered her gag reflex—issuing retching sounds. At the same time—her long-clenched anus involuntarily relaxed—spraying out massive amounts of enema fluid.
"Cough cough… ah… sorry, Master—I didn't mean to." The sudden loss of control left Nojiko flustered. Fortunately—from frequent enemas—only clear enema liquid came out.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I positioned Nojiko face-down on the bed edge—my cock—now at its limit—thrust straight into her anus without resistance. After prolonged training—Nojiko's ass had long become a top-tier onahole.
The entrance clenched tightly around me—the inside soft, hot, and lubricated—comparable to pussy. And Nojiko herself greatly enjoyed this abnormal intercourse—head thrown back—issuing high-pitched moans.
As a virgin—Nojiko had never experienced true sexual pleasure. So this strange sensation—mixed with pain and defecation urges—was exactly what she craved most. It was also why she performed daily enemas.
I flipped Nojiko onto her back—continuing to pound her tight anus. Watching the thick cock gripped by her tender pink hole—intense conquering pleasure surged within me. Realizing the girl receiving me was using her excretory organ—yet showing enjoyment and satisfaction—brought a twisted, taboo thrill.
This session lasted three hours—I lost count of how many times I came. But watching Nojiko's belly gradually swell from semen filled me with inexplicable accomplishment.
Nojiko had long since passed out from pleasure. Turning—I saw Kaya's restraints had released—she lay collapsed on the floor in the rope outfit—also unconscious.
Nami—still riding her own face—tirelessly licked her pussy.
I walked over—reattached Nami's head to her neck—then presented my cock—coated in Nojiko's intestinal oil—to Nami's face.
Slightly dazed Nami—seeing the cock—immediately took it in without hesitation—unconcerned by the mixed scent of intestinal oil and semen—licking, sucking, deep-throating—issuing lewd slurping sounds—face utterly intoxicated. It gave me an emperor-like pleasure.
Next came another fierce battle. Nami's desire was like a bottomless pit—alternating between mouth, pussy, and ass—demanding endlessly. Only near dawn did I finally rest—collapsing onto the large bed and falling asleep.
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I woke to knocking. Spreading mental energy—I saw Vivi—accompanied by several servants—standing outside.
"Who is it!" I asked irritably.
"Mr. Lin Xiu—are you awake? I came to invite you to lunch."
I rubbed my stomach—indeed hungry. Glancing back—the three women still slept soundly. Not wanting to disturb them—I dressed—with a teleport—appeared directly outside.
"Hehe—hello, Captain." Robin was already at the door. Seeing my sudden appearance—she showed no surprise—politely greeting me.
"Eh~ Good morning, Miss Robin. Hehehe…" Her alluring mature voice made me feel giddy—I stupidly grinned on the spot.
"Mr. Lin Xiu—it's already noon. Father is waiting for us. We should hurry."
Vivi spoke too—though respectful in words—her tone was somewhat cold. I felt puzzled.
Though said to be lunch—Vivi led me to a palace-like hall.
The vast hall had rows of people on both sides—likely civil and military officials—with fully armed soldiers behind. At the center—a two-meter-high platform held a stone throne. Vivi's father—King Cobra—sat upon it—majestic and solemn.
To Cobra's right stood a man in a white robe patterned with black stars—face painted strangely.
The highly recognizable appearance—I recognized instantly: Cobra's retainer—the Bird-Bird Fruit user. I couldn't recall the name—some bird-man anyway.
The entire hall—matching Cobra's expression—was solemn. I felt something odd.
Confused and bewildered—I walked to the hall's center. Before I could speak—the bird-man spoke first.
"You now stand before the head of one of the Twenty Founding Families—the Nefeltari clan—second-generation King of Alabasta—Nefeltari Cobra! Why do you not kneel before the king!"
His tone grew increasingly severe—the final "kneel" becoming a shout.
"Hah?" I was instantly dumbfounded. Wait—wasn't I the benefactor? Why did this feel like I was the criminal?
"Insolent commoner! Kneel at once!" The bird-man shouted again. Simultaneously—all soldiers in the hall stomped their spears on the floor—creating a resounding crash.
"You kneel to your mother! Hey—old man. Is this how you thank your benefactor?" Annoyed by the display—I glared at Cobra on the throne. He only looked grim—silent.
Now I was even more confused. What the hell was this?
"Vivi? What's going…" I turned to ask Vivi—only to find Vivi and Robin had vanished.
"Hmph! Men—seize this insolent fool!" At the bird-man's command—soldiers moved—surrounding me past the officials.
"Are you stupid? Don't you know human wave tactics are useless against me?" I raised both hands—electric arcs crackling—quickly becoming dazzling lightning. In the past—this might have intimidated me. Now—I wasn't scared at all. Strength was confidence.
"Crocodile!" At that moment—Cobra finally spoke—calling a name I never expected.
Immediately—several figures stepped out from the soldier encirclement. It was Crocodile and his elite officers.
"Crocodile! Capture him at once!" The bird-man issued another command.
"Crocodile? What's going on here?" Ten thousand questions flooded my mind.
"Kid—I don't want to be your enemy—but no choice. My heart is still in someone else's hands." Crocodile shrugged—lit a cigar—speaking gloomily. "Speaking of which—this is thanks to you."
Now I understood. No wonder Crocodile appeared here—looking ready to fight to the death. It was Cobra forcing him. But why Cobra targeted me—I still couldn't figure out.
No point overthinking. I closed my eyes—spread mental energy—searching for Crocodile's heart. I quickly found it—gripped in the bird-man's hand—hidden under his robe.
"ROOM!"
I raised my hand—grabbed at empty air. The heart in the bird-man's hand instantly appeared in mine.
"It's just a heart—here, take it back." I tossed it casually to Crocodile.
Crocodile caught the heart—gave it a light squeeze—confirmed it was his—expression softening slightly.
"Kid—you saved me once—I saved you once. You hit me once—I hit you once. We're even."
With that—Crocodile waved to his subordinates. "We're leaving!"
"Crocodile! Stand right there!" The bird-man—staring blankly at his empty hand—face ugly—shouted feebly at Crocodile.
"Heh—think you can stop us? Remember—this isn't over!" Leaving those words—Crocodile led his group boldly out of the hall. Without orders—the soldiers didn't dare block them.
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