Dust still hung thick in the air around the ruined Marine perimeter when two figures dropped from the rooftops—Marine cloaks billowing, rank insignia gleaming on their shoulders.
The first was a tall woman with pink hair tied in a severe bun, cigarette dangling from her lips, iron cuffs spinning lazily around her wrists like deadly yo-yos. Her eyes were cold, calculating—every inch the professional.
"Hina is Rear Admiral Hina," she stated flatly, referring to herself in third person as always. "Straw Hat Luffy. 50 million berry rookie. Hina will take you in personally."
Beside her landed a lanky, tired-looking man with a long face, messy brown hair, and a perpetual slouch. His sword rested loosely on his shoulder; he looked like he'd rather be napping than fighting.
Rear Admiral T-Bone yawned, scratching his stubble. "Tch… what a pain. I was hoping for a quiet patrol. Name's T-Bone. Let's make this quick so I can go back to sleep."
Luffy bounced forward—straw hat tilted, grin wide and fearless.
"I'm Monkey D. Luffy! And I'm gonna be King of the Pirates!"
Zoro stepped up beside him—three swords already half-drawn, eyes narrowing.
"Roronoa Zoro. Pirate Hunter. Former bounty hunter. Current first mate."
Hina exhaled smoke through her nose, sizing them up.
"Hina must admit… impressive. Taking down that many Marines without a scratch. Hina respects strength. But strength alone doesn't make you innocent."
T-Bone sighed dramatically.
"Can we skip the speech? I've got a nap scheduled."
Luffy cracked his knuckles—black armament already flickering over his fist.
"Let's fight! You guys look strong!"
Hina flicked her cigarette away—iron cuffs clinking.
"Hina agrees. 1v1. Quick and clean."
T-Bone groaned but drew his sword anyway.
"Fine. I'll take the green-haired one. Less paperwork if I finish fast."
Zoro smirked—finally something interesting.
"Works for me."
Luffy glanced at Hina—then activated X-ray Vision on instinct.
Through the Marine coat: toned body, full breasts straining the uniform, narrow waist, strong thighs, shaved pussy already glistening slightly from adrenaline. A delicacy—prime cut, juicy and begging to be devoured.
Luffy licked his lips.
"Zoro—leave the woman to me. I don't want her getting cut. She looks tasty."
Zoro shrugged.
"Suit yourself."
The fight split instantly.
Zoro vs T-Bone — blades clashing in a shower of sparks.
Luffy vs Hina — cuffs whipping like iron serpents.
Zoro moved first—Oni Giri slicing through the air in three perfect arcs. T-Bone parried with surprising speed—long sword meeting all three blades—then countered with a sweeping slash that forced Zoro to leap back.
"Not bad," Zoro grunted.
T-Bone yawned again.
"You're strong. But I'm on overtime. Let's wrap this up."
He lunged—Rankyaku—compressed air blades screaming toward Zoro.
Zoro spun—Tatsu Maki—counter-tornado shredding the air slashes into nothing. He closed the gap—108 Pound Phoenix—a massive compressed slash that cratered the ground where T-Bone had stood.
T-Bone dodged with Soru—appeared behind Zoro—sword arcing down.
Zoro blocked without looking—blades ringing—then twisted into Black Rope Dragon Twister—a spiraling storm of cuts that forced T-Bone to use Iron Body just to survive. Sparks flew; T-Bone's uniform shredded across the chest.
"Persistent bastard," T-Bone muttered.
Zoro's eyes narrowed—breath steady.
"You're not half bad yourself. Let's finish this."
He sheathed two swords—Wado Ichimonji in his mouth—then crossed the remaining two over his chest.
Asura.
Nine blades manifested—phantom arms sprouting from his back—eyes glowing with killing intent.
T-Bone's yawn vanished.
"Shit."
Zoro exploded forward—Asura: Demon Nine Flash—nine simultaneous slashes converging on T-Bone like a closing cage.
T-Bone blocked six—dodged two—but the ninth caught him across the ribs. Blood sprayed. He staggered—sword dropping—then collapsed to one knee, gasping.
Zoro sheathed his blades—breathing hard but steady.
"Done."
On the other side, Hina had already cuffed Luffy's arms with iron—Iron Cage—trying to immobilize him.
"Hina's cuffs are inescapable. Give up."
Luffy laughed—stretched against the metal—then flexed.
Gear Second.
Steam erupted from his skin—blood pumping at insane speed—muscles swelling, eyes sharpening.
"Jet Pistol!"
The punch was a blue-white blur—Haki-coated fist shattering the cuffs like glass. Hina's eyes widened.
"Impossible—!"
Luffy blurred forward—Jet Gatling—hundreds of steam-powered punches hammering her guard. She blocked with Iron Body—arms crossed—but the sheer force drove her back, boots gouging trenches in the dirt.
She countered—Iron Whip—cuffs extending like chains—wrapping Luffy's legs.
Luffy grinned.
Jet Rocket!
He launched—body a screaming missile—breaking the chains and slamming into her midsection with a sonic boom. Hina coughed blood—body folding—then crashed through a stone wall.
She slid to a stop—unconscious—chest heaving.
Luffy landed lightly—steam still rising—grinning.
"Strong lady. Tasty, too."
The Marines were routed. The path to the house was clear.
Inside—sounds of pain and cruel laughter still leaked through the shutters.
Luffy cracked his knuckles—eyes gleaming.
"Time to meet the World Nobles."
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Luffy wiped blood from his fist on his vest, eyes flicking to the unconscious Hina slumped against the shattered wall—pink hair matted, cuffs broken, breathing shallow.
"Oi, Nami, Nojiko—tie her up properly. Don't want her waking up and running away."
Nami and Nojiko moved without hesitation—collars glinting around their throats. Nami ripped strips from Hina's own torn Marine jacket; Nojiko used spare rope from the bushes. They bound her wrists behind her back, ankles together, then hog-tied her elbows to her knees so she couldn't even roll. A rag from the ground went into her mouth, knotted tight.
Hina stirred faintly—eyes fluttering—but the ropes held. She was going nowhere.
Luffy kicked the front door in—wood splintering like matchsticks.
Inside the living room, the scene was a nightmare wrapped in silk and gold.
Four Celestial Dragons—powdered faces twisted in leers—were in mid-thrust on Banchina's mother and older sister. The women—naked, bruised, skin marked with handprints and welts—were bent over furniture, sobbing, begging in hoarse, dying voices.
"Please… stop… we can't breathe…"
"Mercy… you'll kill us…"
The Dragons laughed—cruel, aristocratic barks—hips slamming harder.
Saint Charlos—bubble helmet cracked—had the mother face-down on the couch, pounding her from behind.
Saint Shalria — blonde curls, whip discarded nearby—was forcing the older sister to ride her strap-on while slapping her ass raw.
Saint Mjosgard — obese, gold teeth flashing—had the mother's mouth stuffed, choking her with his cock.
Saint Roswald — elderly, cruel eyes—sat back stroking himself, directing like a conductor.
The moment the door exploded inward, all four froze.
Charlos pulled out mid-thrust—cum dripping—eyes wide behind his helmet.
"Who dares—?!"
Luffy stepped inside—Zoro right behind, swords drawn—Nami and Nojiko flanking.
The mother and older sister—naked, bruised, cum-streaked—looked up with desperate hope… then terror.
The mother croaked—voice raw.
"N-No… don't… if you fight them… if they make Buster Call… everyone dies…"
The older sister sobbed—trying to cover herself.
"Please… just leave… they'll kill the village…"
Luffy tilted his head.
"But they're hurting my Omochā. I don't like that."
The Dragons screamed in unison.
"Guards! Kill them! Kill them all!"
But the guards were already corpses outside.
Zoro moved first—Oni Giri—three blades flashing. Charlos's head rolled before he could finish screaming. Shalria tried to run—Zoro's Tatsu Maki turned her into ribbons mid-step. Mjosgard raised a gold cane—Zoro's 108 Pound Phoenix cut him in half at the waist. Roswald begged—Zoro silenced him with a single thrust through the throat.
Four Celestial Dragons dead in under ten seconds.
Blood sprayed across silk cushions and priceless rugs.
The mother and sister stared—shocked into silence.
Banchina burst through the door—ran to them—hugging both naked, trembling women.
"Mom… Sis… it's over…"
They clung to her—sobbing—still shaking from pain and fear.
"It's not over," the mother whispered. "When they find out… Buster Call… the whole island…"
Luffy dragged two corpses by the ankles—Charlos and Shalria—dropped them at Nojiko's feet with wet thuds.
"I know you like cooking people. Here—take them."
Nojiko's eyes widened—pupils dilating. Something dark and thick uncoiled inside her mind—adrenaline, hunger, twisted joy. Her thighs clenched; a sudden, violent squirt soaked her shorts as she stared at the fresh meat.
"…Yes, Captain."
She licked her lips—already mentally seasoning.
Luffy reached into the air.
"Summon Ship!"
The Going Meat erupted into existence—60-meter red behemoth materializing right in the middle of the village square—crushing market stalls, scattering villagers, drumstick figurehead looming like a god of meat and ruin.
Screams rose—villagers pouring out of houses, staring up at the impossible vessel.
Luffy stood on the giant deck—grinning down.
"Everyone! Bring your best crops! Or the cannons go boom!"
He pointed—twenty-five automated barrels swiveled, laser cannon humming to life.
A warning shot—cannonball screaming overhead—exploded a distant tree into splinters.
Villagers froze—then scrambled—running to fields, storehouses, carts.
Luffy turned to Zoro.
"Bring the other two bodies."
Zoro dragged Mjosgard and Roswald aboard—bodies leaving red streaks on the deck.
Nojiko was already heating the galley grills—eyes gleaming with dark excitement.
Luffy looked at Nami and Nojiko—collars shining—then at Tashigi still bound in the prison hold below.
"Time for dessert."
He dragged the three Omochā women—mother, older sister, and Banchina (still shirt-only)—onto the deck.
The mother and sister—naked, bruised, cum-streaked—collapsed to their knees, staring up at Luffy in terrified awe.
Banchina—shirt barely covering her—trembled beside them.
Luffy grinned—wide, filthy.
"You're my guests now. Service time."
Villagers arrived—carrying baskets of premium crops—tomatoes, corn, exotic fruits, rare herbs—piling them at the foot of the gangplank, eyes wide with fear.
Luffy laughed—high and wild.
"Good! Now watch how real pirates party!"
He turned to the three women—collars already snapping around their necks (mother and sister too shocked to resist).
"You're Omochā… and your job is to serve guests like us."
The Going Meat towered over the village—cannons humming, garden blooming, swimming pool shimmering.
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