Orion's mood was somewhat complicated.
Having "preserved his purity" for so many years in the One Piece world, he never expected it would be taken in such a manner—by an eight-hundred-year-old soul borrowing a youthful body.
The whole thing was... hard to put into words.
But he didn't dwell on it too much.
After all, appropriate physical release is beneficial for both physical and mental health.
When Orion finished bathing, changed into loose sleepwear, and returned to his room, Sharlia on the bed was already awake.
Although she had been possessed by Imu last night, her consciousness hadn't completely faded.
Instead, she had been like a bystander, watching helplessly as her body performed those bold and shameful acts.
Therefore, she wasn't surprised about why she was in Orion's room, but her face—now even more enchanting after modification—was filled with belated fear and curiosity.
"Last night... who was the one possessing me?" Sharlia's voice trembled slightly, carrying a trace of awe that even her status as a Celestial Dragon couldn't grant, though she herself hadn't noticed.
"Oh, you actually knew you were possessed!" Orion blinked, then walked to the window and drew the curtains, letting the morning sunlight flood the room.
"Since that's the case, there's no harm in telling you. The one who possessed your body last night was the master of this Flower Chamber—the true king of you Celestial Dragons, Imu."
Boom!
Sharlia's mind went completely blank.
Imu-sama?!
The monarch who even the Gorosei must kneel before, existing only in the legends of the Celestial Dragons in the Holy Land?!
She had actually been possessed by that supreme being and then... with Fleet Admmiral Orion...
Although, but—
Did that mean she was now one of Orion's women too?
At this thought, Sharlia's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Just then, the door gently knocked, and Gunko walked in, bowing respectfully
"Orion-sama, breakfast is ready. Imu-sama has requested Sharlia to join as well."
Sharlia mechanically got up, washed up, changed into the clothes prepared by Gunko, her mind still in a daze as she followed Orion and Gunko to the dining room.
...
By the huge floor-to-ceiling window, at the head of the dining table, Imu had been waiting for a long time.
She still wore her veil, making her expression unreadable, but those dark red eyes showed no ripple of emotion from last night's events when they saw the three arrive.
She merely nodded naturally at Orion as if everything that happened yesterday was as simple as having a meal.
Orion walked over and sat opposite Imu, picking up a piece of toast with a faint, elusive smile playing on his lips.
"Only you would play like that."
Imu's hand, holding the teacup, paused slightly.
Unprecedentedly, she replied in a tone devoid of emotion.
"Just be glad you got away with it."
Orion raised an eyebrow, about to say something, but Imu's gaze shifted to the restless Sharlia sitting nearby.
"From today onward, you will live in the Flower Chamber," Imu stated flatly, her tone brooking no argument.
"Until you conceive Orion's child."
Orion nearly choked on the milk he had just sipped.
"Cough... Are you serious? You're really treating me like a stud horse?!"
"If you wish." Imu set down her teacup, her dark red eyes locking onto Orion, her words freezing the very air.
"Mu can possess a different woman every night, letting you experience a new one each time."
Orion's mouth twitched violently.
This woman, starved for eight hundred years, had gotten a taste last night and was now completely letting loose?
Beside them, Gunko straightened her back almost instinctively upon hearing this and blurted out.
"Gunko can do it too!"
"..."
Orion decided he might as well skip breakfast.
He secretly resolved to leave the Holy Land and return to Marineford immediately.
He had to keep his distance from this woman who'd been starving for eight centuries!
Otherwise, knowing Imu as he did, she really might show up at his door every night in a different body.
After all, a woman who'd been hungry for eight hundred years—better not to provoke her!
Orion couldn't be bothered with Imu, who had entered her estrus phase, or the two women willingly offering themselves as vessels, eagerly hoping to bear his children.
Without even a farewell, his figure flickered and he directly vanished from the Flower Chamber, fleeing straight toward the Holy Land's exit as if escaping.
However, just as he reached Pangaea Plaza, two familiar figures approached him.
They were Baby 5 and Sugar, members of the Donquixote Family sent by Doflamingo to supervise the Celestial Dragons' exercise reforms in the Holy Land.
"Fleet Admiral!"
Baby 5's eyes lit up like twin stars the moment she saw Orion.
She came to an abrupt halt, snapped her legs together, straightened her posture, and saluted crisply.
"Fleet Admiral, if there's anything you need, just give the order! Baby 5 is always at your service!"
Orion's mind was wholly occupied with how to quickly get away from the three women in the Holy Land.
He had no attention to spare for anything else.
Glancing at the eager Baby 5, he casually replied.
"No need."
With that, he strode away without looking back.
The craving to be needed was an instinct carved into Baby 5's bones.
Orion's crisp, straightforward rejection felt like an invisible sledgehammer slamming into her fragile heart.
The previously spirited Baby 5 instantly deflated as if all her bones had been removed.
Her entire being turned gray, her head drooping listlessly, her mouth downturned, on the verge of tears.
Beside her, Sugar expressionlessly chewed on a grape and remarked.
"Baby 5, wake up. That's the Fleet Admiral, not like those scumbags you met before. He doesn't need you."
"Hmm..." Baby-5's voice trembled with tears, "I just... just want to be needed. Why can't the Fleet Admiral grant me this small wish? It hurts so much."
...
Orion swiftly made his way back to Marineford without delay.
Returning to the Fleet Admiral's residence and breathing in the familiar sea breeze, he let out a long, relieved sigh.
Finally back.
However, before he could finish that sigh.
"Orion!"
A fragrant figure, like a vibrant butterfly, dashed out from the residence and clung to him with pinpoint accuracy.
Hancock wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms tightly around his neck, clinging to him like an octopus as she cooed.
"I've missed you so much!"
"!!!!"
Orion felt his head spinning.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire!
Wherever Hancock was, Kujaku was sure to follow.
Sure enough, before Orion could even try to peel Hancock off, Kujaku charged out, iron whip in hand, and coldly snapped.
"You seductive Empress, get off my man this instant!"
"No way!"
Hancock tilted her head to look at Kujaku, flashing a triumphant smile.
"Orion belongs only to me!"
"You—"
Kujaku was fuming.
Surprisingly, she didn't engage in her usual back-and-forth with Hancock.
Instead, she turned toward the living room and called out in a sweet, pleading voice.
"Grandma, Hancock is bullying your granddaughter!"
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