It was a little too messy to be called a throne.
Somewhere in the New World, in the main cabin of the "Empress Lover," the flagship of my harem fleet, I, Cain D. Eros, was sinking into the lukewarm throne of women's bodies on a huge bed in the center of the ship.
Her silky black hair tickles my chest. It's Nico Robin, an archaeologist who was once known as the "child of the devil" and pursued by the World Government.
The white arms entwined around his brown skin belonged to Boa Hancock, the former leader of the Kuja Pirates and renowned as the Pirate Empress. She rubbed her perfect face against my abs and purred like a cat.
The same pattern appeared all over the lower abdomen of their supple bodies, a bewitching proof of ownership. A lewd mark with a single chain extending from a heart tightly bound by a leather belt. It was a mark of servitude, reserved only for women who had given their hearts (everything) to me.
"Lord Eros..."
The one calling my name in a sweet voice was Nami, a former cat thief with orange hair. Next to her was Vivi, the princess of Alabasta, who brought my finger to her lips with a look of ecstasy on her face.
"(...nice view)"
The most beautiful women in the world compete for my affection and my affection. This is everything I ever wanted. My very own paradise (harem) created with my own hands.
Suddenly, the scent of the sea tickles my nostrils, along with the faint smell of alcohol, and my consciousness is drawn back to that remote countryside on the eastern seaboard where it all began.
Yes, it all began in that idyllic, boring village.
And his first prey was as tender and pure as ripe fruit - that woman.
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Foosha Village is the most peaceful village in the Eastern Blue.
When I was born into this world as Cain D. Eros, by the time I was old enough to understand, I was aware of two facts.
One is that this is the world of "ONE PIECE," a manga that I was engrossed in reading in my previous life.
And the other thing is that I was born with the incredible ability to control the hormones of life and turn others into slaves to my pleasure.
It seems that the cheerful straw hat boy does not exist in this world.
In that case, I'm the main character of this story.
My gaze naturally fell on one place: the village bar, "PARTYS BAR." Behind the counter stood the hostess, Makino, with a loving smile.
Her kindness, purity, and innocent soul aroused my desire to dominate.
I will dye this woman in my colors and corrupt her. That will be the first celebratory ritual I must perform in this world.
I perfectly donned the mask of a "friendly, mature, mysteriously charming boy," and while I stimulated her maternal instincts, I unconsciously emitted pheromones that over the course of several years imprinted on her the idea that "Eros is a comfort to be around."
Each calculated touch sent tiny amounts of pleasure hormones flooding her body.
...Slowly and surely, I imprint on her brain and nerves that contact with me is the ultimate comfort.
Then, one night when I turned 12, I began my first experiment.
After the bar closed, the two of us were left alone. I stayed behind to help out, and as Makino was wiping down the counter, I put my hand on her shoulder.
"Makino-san, you must be tired. Let me massage your shoulders."
"Oh, thank you, Eros. But..."
"It's okay."
Without giving her a second thought, I began massaging her delicate shoulders and unleashed my power.
First, a minute amount of hormones. I notice her breathing getting just a little deeper.
(...the threshold is around here)
Gradually increasing the output, I could feel her body relaxing in pleasure through my fingertips.
"Hmm... Eros, you're really good at massaging... my body feels so warm..."
"Where does it feel best?"
I asked in an innocent child's voice as I ran my fingers down her neck. Her body jumped in shock.
(Bingo)
I relentlessly attacked that spot, and a sweet voice that sounded like neither a sigh nor a moan began to escape from her mouth.
"Hmm... Eros-kun... there..."
"You like it here, don't you?"
From that day on, the bar after hours became my personal laboratory.
Shoulders, neck, ears, back, waist... I used her body to thoroughly accumulate data on what parts of the female body to touch, how to do it, and how it would react. I developed erogenous zones that she herself didn't even know she had, and the sweet sounds she let out and the moist eyes she saw each time were the greatest entertainment of all.
…Then, when I turned thirteen, I moved on to the next stage.
That night, as I was massaging her body as usual, I suddenly put my lips close to her ear and whispered.
"Hey Makino-san...do you want to feel even better?"
Her thinking had been clouded by years of imprinting and pheromones, and she unconsciously nodded, staring at me with eyes filled with guilt.
That was the signal.
From that day on, her living space behind the store became my "training ground."
Tonight's subject is the tongue. How does a woman's body respond to a softer, wetter stimulation than fingertips? Find out in this living textbook.
"Makino-san, open your legs."
Keep your orders brief.
She clutched the sheets tightly and slowly spread her legs, trembling with shame and fear. The private parts hidden between her pale thighs were already slightly damp with the memory of the pleasure I had given her.
I brought my face close to her flower bud. The sweet scent of her own ripe fruit mixed with her own scent fueled my desire to conquer her.
"Hii...! No, Eros-kun, not there...!"
I ignored her screams and first ran my tongue over the bud.
"Mmm...! Ah, ah...!"
Makino's body bounced like a bow. It was a completely different sensation from fingers, a vivid sensation of mucous membranes touching each other. Her reaction was just as I had predicted, or perhaps even more dramatic than I had anticipated.
I focused on the tip of my tongue, relentlessly slurping at the tightly closed bud. With each thrust, her hips twitched and shook, and sweet nectar began to slowly ooze out.
"Ah, ah, no! Stop it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!"
Although she repeatedly apologized with her mouth, her body was honest. She grabbed my head with both hands and tried to pull it away, but her fingers had no strength whatsoever. Rather, she pressed my head against her honeypot, as if seeking a deeper place.
(...Okay. Next, let's change the rhythm and dynamics.)
I licked it slowly once, savoring the taste of honey. The next moment, I sucked it hard and deep. The varying speed of stimulation seemed to completely erase Makino's thoughts.
"Aghhh! Mmm...! I'm coming, I'm coming!!"
Waves of orgasm washed over her. Her whole body convulsed violently, and hot fluids spurted from her private parts. I caught it all on my face, tasting her bodily fluids.
(I see. So this is a woman's climax.)
I look down at her body, which is still convulsing, and coldly analyze it.
This pleasure, this humiliation, this sense of guilt - these are the most powerful weapons to control a woman.
From that night onwards, I devoured every inch of her body every night.
Not just my tongue, but how to use my fingers, how to move my lips, and how to use my own body as it transformed from a boy into a man. What would make a woman cry out, what would make her lose her mind, what would make her cry and beg? Listening to Makino's tears and her moans that sounded like screams, I mastered all of these things with her white body.
"This is our little secret."
"Makino-san will teach me, so I can become stronger."
"Makino-san, I'll make you feel the best in the world."
Torn between guilt and pleasure, she eventually gave up on thinking. The only relief she could find was to give herself over to me and indulge in the pleasure I was giving her.
And then, the night I turned 17 and decided to set sail from this village.
As a final touch, I performed a "ritual" on her.
Makino lost consciousness from the peak of pleasure, and her lower abdomen was white and smooth. I placed my fingertips there and poured my concentrated power into her.
"Ah――――!"
With a short scream, a pattern that would never fade appeared on her pale skin. A single chain stretched out from her heart, tightly bound by a leather belt. A mark of lust. An eternal proof that she was my first possession.
With tears streaming down her face and an ecstatic expression on her face, Makino strokes the mark engraved on her lower abdomen. To her, it is both a mark of her slavery and a sign of the supreme honor of having been chosen by him.
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The next morning, I left the port of Foosha Village on a small boat.
The villagers waved goodbye.
"Eros! Take care!"
"Makino-san, please take good care of Eros-kun!"
Next to me, Makino smiles and waves back at the villagers.
"Yes, leave it to me!"
No one in this world knows that beneath that perfect smile, she is no longer the village poster girl, but the first loyal slave...no, crew member of the pleasure empire that is about to begin.
With perfected sexual techniques and my first absolutely loyal woman in hand, I set out into the open sea in perfect condition.
Who will be the next prey?
An ugly female pirate wielding a metal club, a thieving sailor greedy for money, or a naive female swordsman wielding justice?
"(...Ah, that's right. Everyone.)"
I smiled fearlessly and thought of the prey I had yet to see.
Cain D. Eros's lustful journey (harem route) is about to begin.