Chapter - 169 Stussy’s Report, Shakky’s desire, and Shanks’s Doom. (R-18)

The feast began like a storm.

Stussy moved first — tearing away her silks, eyes hazed, dropping to her knees and swallowing him deep, wet sounds spilling from her lips as she took him all the way down her throat.

Shakky straddled his lap the moment Stussy pulled back, her youthful body sinking down onto him with a trembling moan as his hands gripped her hips and drew her down hard against his lap.

A steady rhythm of skin meeting skin echoed through the golden hall.

“Ahhhhnnn… Masterrr…” she gasped, voice breaking.

Robin leaned forward over the throne’s arm, her glasses slipping as Scarlet’s tongue traced her folds and Stella suckled at her breasts.

“Ahhhhnnn! Fill me, Master!” Robin cried, hips rolling.

Sofia ground herself against his thigh, moaning sharply as her release splashed across his leg, while Lily crawled between his knees, taking him into her mouth whenever he slipped free of a womb, her soft gulps filling the air.

Mirana pressed her curves against him, voice husky. “Use me again… take me again…”

Viola arched against the golden railing as he took her hard, her breasts bouncing wildly as she screamed his name.

Queen Otohime squealed under him, her small fishwoman frame trembling as he pushed deep into her from behind, her squeals rising higher with every thrust.

Queen Titi lay beneath him, regal features wet with tears of desire as she begged, “Fill me, son-in-law… fill your queen,” and shuddered as warmth poured into her womb.

Around them, other queens and princesses joined in, stripping off their silks, crawling across the golden tiles, kissing, moaning, writhing over one another as they pleaded to be taken next.

The chamber became a blur of wet sounds and voices:

soft slaps of skin, messy slurps, muffled cries of pleasure.

Cum Glazed bellies and breasts.

Tongues tangled, lips kissed, thighs trembled.

Every body was taken.

Every mouth adored him.

Every womb accepted his rod.

By the time Lakeman released one last heavy groan, the women lay strewn across the throne hall like silken wreckage, trembling and breathless, their bodies marked with his seed and their devotion rekindled.

Stussy and Shakky rested at his feet, eyes glazed with worship.

Robin dozed on Scarlet’s lap, thighs twitching.

Sofia and Stella kissed idly, still panting.

Lily curled near his legs, lips slick with what she had stolen from him.

Viola sprawled across cushions, dazed.

Otohime touched her belly like she could still feel him there.

Titi kissed his thigh as if in thanks.

Even the nameless princesses lay limp and sighing, their voices hoarse from crying out for him.

The god of Mariejois had returned — and his garden of queens bloomed again.

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The next day, the throne hall was dim and quiet. Golden lanterns flickered across silk-draped walls as Lakeman lounged on his throne, legs spread, his cock buried deep in Shakky’s throat.

Muffled, wet sounds echoed softly as she swallowed him down to the base, cheeks hollowing, eyes hazed.

Beside them knelt Stussy, her pale frame draped in loose silks, scrolls in trembling hands, though her thighs pressed together with unspoken need.

Her voice was calm and precise.
“During your absence, Master, the world named new rulers of the seas.”

Her golden eyes lifted toward him.
“The title… Yonko. Four Emperors.”

Lakeman’s crimson gaze narrowed faintly. “Who.”

“Whitebeard. Big Mom. Kaido. And…” her lips curved, “…Red-Haired Shanks.”

A faint choke escaped Shakky as his length twitched deep in her throat, yet she never stopped, her tongue gliding along his underside.

Lakeman’s voice was a low, amused murmur.
“Shanks, already an Emperor… the world’s will rushes his rise.”

Stussy continued, steady despite the blush heating her cheeks.

“After your purge order, the Marines hunted pirates mercilessly. The seas ran red. Weaklings were culled… but retaliation was brutal. The New World burned. Whitebeard, Linlin, and Kaido expanded during the chaos. Marine losses were severe.”

Shakky’s muffled hum vibrated around him, and Lakeman rested his hand in her hair, savoring her silent worship.

“And amidst that carnage,” Stussy went on, “Shanks struck. He challenged Kaido. Their crews fought for days. Kaido bled too heavily to continue. Shanks’s victory crowned him an Emperor.”

Lakeman smirked. “Almost like the world is correcting itself. Preparing its guardians.”

He pushed Shakky down until her nose pressed to his base, her throat flexing tightly around him as drool ran down her chin.

A low groan rumbled from his chest as he spilled warm release deep into her throat.

She swallowed quickly, blinking up at him as his cum traced her lips.

Stussy’s gaze followed the motion, her golden eyes glowing.
“There is more, Master… about the fruit.”

“Speak.”

She set the scrolls aside and leaned down, her tongue gliding over his length slick from Shakky’s devotion.

“The Nika Fruit… has already been eaten.”

“By who.”

“A boy from East Blue. Monkey D. Luffy — the son of Monkey D. Dragon.”

Lakeman’s smirk curved darker.

He dragged her mouth down over him, while Shakky lowered to his lap, licking the lingering seed from his skin.

“So Shanks passed it early. Too early,” Lakeman mused. “The world’s will is desperate.”

“He is still weak,” Stussy whispered between licks. “Still in Windmill Village. Just a child.”

Lakeman chuckled, cold and soft.
“So this is their champion… a boy gnawing on meat while my cock fills empresses.”

He pushed Stussy down onto him again as Shakky suckled lower, their wet sounds filling the chamber.

“Even if fate crowns that brat,” he said, his voice calm over the messy sounds, “it will be beneath my boot.”

He released thick warmth into Stussy’s throat as Shakky caught what spilled, both women swallowing greedily, devotion gleaming on their lips.

Stussy stroked him slowly, voice hushed.
“While you were away, Shakky and I deepened your reach.”

“Every station, every agent,” Shakky murmured. “CP9 to CP0… all loyal. Entire kingdoms quietly bending to us.”

“New queens and princesses are being kept… ripening… awaiting you,” Stussy added.

Lakeman’s smirk sharpened. “Good girls.”

He pulled them across his throne and drove between them, their cries climbing as their reports dissolved into gasps.

They screamed his name as his heat spilled between their quivering thighs.

Lakeman leaned back as they collapsed together, his voice quiet, cruel.

“So. The world accelerates its heroes. Nika chosen early. Shanks crowned too soon.”
His cock still dripped across their legs as he laughed low.

“But with me here… nothing stands in my way.”

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The sun rose above Mariejois. Then it sat. Then it rose again.

Inside Lakeman’s villa, time dissolved into flesh.

The golden throne room had become a temple of lust — torn silks, damp cushions, sweat-glistened bodies.

Lakeman stood tall in the center, pounding into Stussy from behind while Robin moaned on his chest, her folds gripping around him.

Soft wet sounds mixed with their cries.

Shakky rode his face with a sharp cry, drenching him, while Lily, Scarlet, and Stella crawled in to beg for use, their voices layering into a chorus until the villa quaked with it.

By dawn, every woman lay spent across silken cushions, trembling, their skin still sticky with sweat and seed.

The doors creaked open.

Mirana Figarland entered, her red curls tumbling over bare shoulders. She knelt before his throne, eyes bright.

“Master… I bring news of my foolish brother.”

“Shanks.”

“Yes.” Her lips curved. “He’s in East Blue. In a small village called Windmill. Wasting time with peasants.” Her thighs pressed together.

“Do you want to go there, Master… to make him watch helplessly as his sister kneels to you?”

Lakeman’s crimson eyes narrowed.

“Shanks… almost complete now. If I bound him earlier, he could’ve been useful.” His gaze darkened. “But now… it’s pointless. He can’t be bound. Only erased. And everything he has… his haki, his life, his very name… will become mine.”

Mirana trembled, her voice breathless.

He saw the hunger flickering in her eyes and smirked.

“Good girl. For this news… you’ll be rewarded.”

He bent her over the throne’s armrest and thrust into her dripping body, his steady rhythm shaking her voice into cries.

“Do you enjoy betraying your blood?” he murmured.

“Yes… yes… Shanks means nothing… only you, Master,” she gasped, legs trembling.

Warm release filled her as she collapsed, whispering,
“…Even if he dies screaming, I’ll still only moan your name.”

Lakeman leaned back, crimson eyes glowing like embers.
“Then it’s decided. Shanks will die. And every trace of him will be mine.”

He rose from the throne, his aura humming like a storm caged in flesh.
“Prepare the cruise,” he commanded, voice cutting through the golden hall. “We sail for East Blue.”

Excitement rippled through the chamber.

Stussy bowed low. “Yes, Master. I will summon Cipher Pol’s escorts and ready your harem.”

Shakky licked her lips. “Finally… time to make your presence felt again.”

Mirana trembled at his side, whispering, “Take me with you, Master… let me watch when you erase Shanks.”

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