World Government – Pangaea Castle, Room of the Five Elders
The atmosphere was heavy, the marble hall dim beneath the soft glow of candlelight. Ancient maps and sealed scrolls lay scattered across a long table carved from the roots of the Treasure Tree Adam.
Saint Jaygarcia Saturn, his curly white hair framing a face carved by centuries of restraint, exhaled a long, weary sigh.
"His Highness Saint Jaeger is heading to Impel Down."
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro rested the First-Generation Supreme Blade across his knees, speaking without even glancing up.
"It doesn't matter. Lord Imu decreed that even if His Highness Jaeger were to demolish Impel Down entirely, it would still be of no consequence."
Saint Marcus Mars, his long beard twitching with every breath, let out a low chuckle.
"Hmm… perhaps. But tell me, where did His Highness Jaeger even come from? Lord Imu has no spouse, no heir...or so I believed."
Jaygarcia Saturn tapped his crutch against the floor; the sound echoed like a gavel.
"That has nothing to do with you, or me," he said coldly. "Lord Imu declared it herself: Jaeger is her only heir. That alone decides all."
Silence blanketed the room.
Even these men...elders who ruled the world as gods among mortals—remembered that moment.
The voice that had filled the empty Throne Room that night had been colder than death itself:
"What Mu's son does, when has this been decided by any mortal will…
No being in this world shall bind him—none."
The five Elders bowed their heads slightly—not out of fear for Jaeger, but for the being who sat upon the Void Throne.
The unseen ruler of the world.
The eternal shadow over heaven and earth
Lord Imu-sama.
--
Marine Headquarters – Temporary Strategy Room
A heavy silence blanketed the room.
Outside, waves crashed against Marineford's steel defenses, but inside, the only sound was the faint hum of the Den-Den Mushi on the table.
Sengoku, Vice Admiral Tsuru, Garp, and the three future Admirals—Sakazuki, Borsalino, and Kuzan—were gathered around.
The air was so tense that even the Den-Den seemed to hold its breath.
Borsalino leaned back lazily, sunlight glinting off his shades.
"Hmm~ that Sakazuki sure has some bad luck, eh? Being noticed by a Tenryūbito of all people~," he drawled, his trademark smirk never leaving his face.
Kuzan, arms crossed and a faint frost misting the air near him, glanced sideways at his colleague.
"...You should be careful. Those Celestial Dragons... they don't think like normal people. If they've taken an interest in you, there's no predicting what they'll do."
Sakazuki said nothing.
But his expression—rigid, cold, and grim—spoke volumes. The very air seemed to ripple from the heat rising off him.
He, more than anyone, knew what kind of monsters the Celestial Dragons were.
Arrogant parasites draped in gold, ruling the world not by merit, but by bloodline.
And yet, beneath their filth lay the one truth even Sakazuki couldn't deny—they were the ones who commanded the World Government.
To cross them was to challenge the entire order of the world itself.
Would he bow his head... or burn the heavens?
For now, even he didn't know.
"Oi, Tsuru," Sengoku finally broke the silence, his voice low but sharp.
"What can you tell us about this Saint Jaeger?"
Tsuru adjusted her glasses, her face unreadable.
"He's... different," she said, passing around a thin folder stamped with the Government's highest clearance seal.
"One of the most active Celestial Dragons in recent memory. Recently recognized by the Five Elders as someone more important then any other celestial dragons."
The room went still.
Sengoku's brow furrowed as he skimmed the file. With each page, his frown deepened until—
BANG!
He slammed his fist onto the table, rattling every cup and Den-Den in the room.
"It's all true…"
The others leaned in.
Inside the file were records—dozens of them—each documenting Jaeger's "activities" in the Holy Land.
In just over a month, he had been involved with more than a thousand women—from princesses and queens to the wives and mothers of kings. Averaging nearly forty a day.
Even Garp, usually quick to laugh at anything, rubbed the back of his neck with a blank stare.
"Forty a day, huh? Bahaha! My back hurts just thinking about it!"
Borsalino tilted his head lazily.
"Eeeh~ that's some... impressive stamina~. Maybe he's the real weapon of mass destruction, eh?"
Kuzan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Man... even I feel tired hearing that."
Sengoku cleared his throat with exaggerated seriousness.
"Ahem. The private... indulgences of the Celestial Dragons are not a matter for the Navy to involve itself in. We'll move on."
No one objected. Though the corners of Garp's mouth twitched, even he thought better of laughing again.
Tsuru shot Sengoku a side-eye. "And yet, you brought us all here for a matter that isn't our concern?"
Sengoku coughed again, a little too quickly.
"Th-that's beside the point! Sakazuki, listen well. Whatever happens, the Navy won't abandon you. You're one of our strongest assets."
Kuzan nodded slowly. "He's right, y'know. You're the type who carries a whole fleet on your back. Even if the Celestial Dragons pull something, the higher-ups won't dare touch you."
Sengoku's tone hardened again.
"The World Government knows your worth. No matter how extreme you are, you're their sword. And they won't let that sword be broken."
"Hmm… I understand," Akainu muttered, his face as frozen as ever. Though he gave a resigned sigh, his eyes burned with a fiery, barely-contained anger. Unless he defected outright, there was no escaping this call-up. Still, the ember of rebellion smoldered in his chest.
Deep down, Akainu was hoping that Saint Jaeger would prove to be better than the other Celestial Dragons. Because if he wasn't… Akainu might have no choice but to leave the Navy.
Maybe, just maybe, he'd become a Pirate Hunter who enforced his "absolute justice" from the other side.
--
Holy Land Vessel – En Route to Impel Down
Jaeger, blissfully unaware of the Navy's internal unrest, focused entirely on his next move. To him, this mission was nothing more than a routine escort.
The reason he had personally requested Vice Admiral Sakazuki was simple: their philosophies aligned. Both despised pirates—one out of his lineage, the other from unyielding justice.
"Speaking of which," Jaeger mused as he stepped onto the gold-trimmed deck of his personal vessel, "this might be the perfect time to win Sakazuki over."
As a Celestial Dragon, Jaeger understood power better than anyone. Truly powerful beings never act alone, they ruled through those willing to kneel. And in that regard, Sakazuki was ideal—a man whose entire being revolved around eliminating evil.
"Absolute justice or not," Jaeger thought, his lips curling into a smile, "I can use him."
The sea breeze carried the faint scent of salt and incense across the deck as Stussy approached. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor, a warm smile hiding the calculation in her eyes.
"Jaeger-sama," she said with practiced grace, "is this level of military strength sufficient for your inspection?"
Her cool fingers brushed his shoulder, kneading lightly. Jaeger let out a low, content exhale.
"Stussy," he said, his tone amused, "do you know what we'll be doing once we reach Impel Down?"
The woman lowered her gaze instantly. "This subordinate does not presume to guess the thoughts of one so noble."
Her voice trembled ever so slightly. To a normal person, it would sound like humility. But Jaeger saw what it really was—fear. Even a spy as composed as Stussy couldn't mask it before someone like him.
He chuckled softly, tilting her chin up with a single gloved finger.
"Hmph. Don't be so nervous. Consider it a privilege, being allowed to speak in my presence at all."
Her breath caught. She nodded quickly, lowering herself in reverence.
Despite her calm demeanor, unease twisted deep inside her. She had been following Jaeger for over a month now, and though his distrust was something she had long sensed, this was the first time he had ever asked for her opinion directly.
For someone like her—one who served a Celestial Dragon—it was unsettling. When an ordinary man asked for your opinion, it might mean respect.
But when a World Noble did, it meant something else entirely. Every word, every gesture from them carried intent. Nothing was genuine. Everything was manipulation.
Jaeger caught the faint shift in Stussy's expression and smirked faintly. His tone was lazy, almost teasing.
"Hmph. Don't get shy now. Sit on my lap and move by yourself."
"…Yes, Saint Jaeger."
After a brief hesitation, Stussy rose and obeyed, settling carefully onto his lap. Jaeger's arms slid around her slender waist, his voice dropping to a cold, authoritative murmur laced with amusement.
"It's your honor, Stussy. Consider this a reward from the gods—so make sure you savor it properly."
Stussy no longer hesitated.
With swift, practiced movements, she unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock.
It was enormous—no matter how many times she saw it, the sheer size still made her throat tighten. She swallowed hard, raised her plump hips, and slid her panties aside before lowering herself down, impaling her body on him just as Jaeger had trained her to.
"Ahhhhnnn~"
A trembling moan escaped her lips as her walls clenched around the thick length. She tore off her bra next, letting her heavy breasts spill free before pressing them against his face, smothering him while she began to ride him.
Her hips moved in a steady rhythm—up and down, faster each time—her flesh slapping wetly against his.
Clap, clap, clap.
Jaeger grinned beneath her, his hands gripping her waist as he sucked on her breasts and teased her nipples with his tongue. Stussy's breath hitched, a gasp breaking into a shaky moan as her body melted against his.
Every thrust sent a shockwave through her body.
Stussy could feel every vein, every pulse of Jaeger's cock dragging along her walls — stretching her, claiming her, filling her so deep she could barely breathe.
Her body wasn't just reacting anymore. It craved him.
Each movement made her heart pound harder, her thighs tremble, her mind blur into white noise.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
"Ahhh… it's too much…!" she gasped, voice trembling with pleasure.
Her nails dug into his chest, desperate for balance, yet her hips refused to stop. They moved faster, greedier — as if her body had taken full control, chasing the heat that kept building inside her.
Her breath came in ragged bursts. Sweat trickled down her neck and between her breasts, mixing with his as her body burned hotter.
"Ahhhngh...~"
Every time he thrust up, she saw stars. Every time she sank down, her moan broke a little higher, like she was drowning in it — in him.
"Ohhh...~ Master Jaeger… I-I can't…"
But even as she said it, her hips kept moving, her walls clenching tighter around him, her body betraying her completely.
Jaeger grinned slightly — after days and nights of relentless training, Stussy's body had become perfectly attuned to him. Now, the moment his cock slid inside her, her pussy tightened instinctively, molded to his shape as if made for him alone.
He smirked, then slapped her plump ass with both hands, gripping the soft flesh roughly as he thrust into her harder and harder.
"Ahhh—ohhh, Lord Jaeger-sama! Ahhh~ so good! I'm… I'm feeling so good!"
Her voice trembled with pleasure as her body rocked against his, sweat glistening on her skin.
"Ohh yes… keep blessing me, my lord… I want to be filled with your thick seed…" Stussy moaned shamelessly, rolling her hips as Jaeger alternated between spanking and squeezing her ass. Each slap made her tremble until her body convulsed in release.
"Hnnnghh~ I'm cumming, my lord~!"
"Then receive my blessing, Stussy," Jaeger growled lowly, thrusting deep one last time before releasing a thick, hot load inside her.
Her walls clenched around him as her back arched, eyes rolling back, tongue slipping out between parted lips.
"I… I can feel it… Mashter's thick blessing inside me…" she moaned breathlessly, shuddering from the overwhelming pleasure.
--
Impel Down.
The air around the colossal gates of Impel Down felt heavier than usual, thick with the kind of tension that only came when monsters gathered.
Akainu stood at the front, hands in his pockets, eyes burning like molten lava beneath his cap. Behind him were a few of Impel Down's top officials—no soldiers, no guards. Just them.
They had come alone. The Celestial Dragons were involved, and bringing a crowd was the fastest way to start a war.
It was still twenty-two years before Luffy's era. Magellan was only a deputy then—already towering, already grimacing, one hand clutching his stomach as if it were a full-time job.
Next to him stood a young Shiryu of the Rain, barely twenty but already carrying himself like a hardened killer. His hand rested lazily on his sword, a faint smirk under the shadow of his hat.
"Shiryu," Magellan muttered, his face twitching with pain. "Don't act arrogant in front of the Celestial Dragons. They can end your life whenever they feel like it."
Shiryu took one last drag from his cigar, the ember glowing between his fingers before he flicked it away. "Yeah, yeah. I get it, old man. You don't have to remind me."
"They're here." Akainu said, his face cold as ice. He straightened his hat and uniform.
At his side, the prison's current director—an old vice admiral known only by the name Bone Dragon—slowly opened his eyes.
The years had dulled his body, but not his presence. There was a flicker of old familiarity in that cloudy gaze, as though he had seen far too many eras of justice come and go.
Then
GROOOOAN...!
The gates of Impel Down creaked open, releasing a wave of stale, suffocating air.
A Den Den Mushi clicked.
Jaeger, with Stussy comfortably in his arms, tilted his head and smiled faintly. He raised the Den Den Mushi and took a photo, the lens flashing with quiet arrogance.
Jaeger: "At Impel Down now, guys.
Guess who's donating the first Noble Phantasm I'm about to forge? —— [picture]"
A/N: This is my first time writing an R-18 scene, so let me know what you think!
If you guys enjoy it, I'll definitely keep writing more in the future.