The overwhelming, indescribable taste slammed into Nami's brain in an instant, blanking out her mind completely. At the same time, the thick, blunt pressure of something foreign forcing its way against the back of her throat triggered an instinctive urge to gag and vomit.
It wasn't disgust. It was pure physiology.
Yet Nami forced herself to endure it. Her eyes immediately watered, tears welling up and threatening to spill over as her throat convulsed around the thick intrusion. She fought back the reflexive cough that tried to rise, her body trembling with the effort.
Compared to the suffering she had endured all these years, this discomfort was nothing. She clenched her jaw and refused to show any more weakness than necessary.
But what came next was something Nami had no idea how to handle.
She had seen plenty of prostitutes on the seas, and she had even walked past pirates relaxing with their cocks out during their downtime. Still, actually doing it herself left her completely lost. She could only kneel there passively, lips stretched wide around the heavy, throbbing length filling her mouth, feeling utterly clumsy and unsure.
She hesitated for a moment, then remembered what she had glimpsed before. It should be… like this.
Nami began to move her head, sliding her lips back and forth along the thick shaft. Almost immediately, Li Ke frowned. Her movements were too rough and inexperienced; every time she bobbed, her teeth scraped harshly against his sensitive skin.
It created a strange, stinging kind of stimulation, but it was far from pleasurable. For a complete novice like Nami, there was no skillful technique, only the uncomfortable scraping of teeth and awkward friction.
"Be careful!" Li Ke scolded, lightly tapping the top of her head.
"Don't keep hitting me with your teeth! …Forget it."
Seeing how clumsy and uncertain she looked, Li Ke let out a helpless sigh. He reached down with both hands, firmly cupping the sides of Nami's head to take full control. His fingers threaded through her orange hair as he began guiding her rhythm, adjusting the angle and depth with deliberate thrusts.
Nami felt his long, thick cock sliding and thrusting aggressively inside her mouth, bumping against her tongue, cheeks, and the entrance to her throat. She instinctively shifted her tongue to try to make space, only to earn another light smack on her head.
"Use your tongue to press and lick it! And keep sucking—harder!" Li Ke ordered.
His words made Nami feel a sting of humiliation, but she obeyed anyway. She began working her throat in rhythmic contractions, holding her breath to create a powerful, wet suction around his shaft. Her small, soft, velvety tongue started moving relentlessly—curling, swirling, and pressing firmly against the underside of his cock, especially focusing on the swollen, sensitive head. The warm, slick muscle wrapped and massaged the tip with every stroke, coating him in thick saliva.
Nami really was clever. Once she understood that she needed to please him, her determination to learn quickly kicked in. It didn't take long before she no longer needed Li Ke to hold her head. She began moving on her own, bobbing with increasing confidence, her lips forming a tight, wet seal as she sucked eagerly.
Now, whenever Li Ke wanted deeper pleasure, he simply pressed down on her head, forcing his cock to slam hard against the tight ring of her throat. The sudden, brutal intrusion made her gag wetly, but the intense squeezing sensation around his throbbing length felt incredibly good.
This kind of rapid submission and training could never be achieved through slowly building affection.
If they had taken things slowly and cultivated feelings first, Nami would probably only have gone as far as using her tongue. She would never have willingly forced her own throat onto his cock like this. In a more calculating, utilitarian environment, her development—both in skill and willingness—was happening much faster.
It was simply the reality of their situation. Still, Li Ke wasn't worried that Nami would try to run away after ten years. If he couldn't make her completely devoted to him in a decade, then he would truly be useless.
Because that would mean he had only taken from her without ever giving her what she truly wanted. He would never make such a foolish mistake.
After all, Nami herself understood the weight of what she was doing. The moment she had been unable to refuse his demand, knelt before him, and willingly pushed his cock into her own mouth, she had already sold her entire life to him.
The so-called "ten years" was nothing more than a comforting illusion, a self-deception. There had never been any real possibility of escape.
From the very beginning, this transaction had been paid for with her entire lifetime, not just ten years.
Both of them knew it clearly. That was why Bellemere had fought so desperately to stop Nami.
Unfortunately, Nami was no longer the little girl she once was. Bellemere didn't understand just how deeply Arlong had scarred her spirit, or how much hatred burned inside her.
In this situation, Nami's fall was inevitable.
Of course, none of it would matter if Li Ke couldn't defeat Arlong and bring Bellemere back to life.
But…
Arlong was going to die.
Soon, under Nami's still-awkward but increasingly eager movements, Li Ke let out a deep, satisfied groan. He gripped her head tightly with both hands, holding her firmly in place as his cock pulsed violently in her mouth. With a powerful thrust that forced the swollen head deep into her throat, he unleashed a thick, scorching flood of his hot seed straight down her throat.
The burning, viscous liquid shot forcefully into her, the sheer volume and heat making it feel like molten cream flooding her. It tried to surge even deeper, but Nami had never experienced anything like this before. Her eyes flew wide open in shock as the intense, scalding impact hit her. Panic surged through her and she instinctively wrenched her head back, breaking free from Li Ke's grasp.
Even so, she couldn't stop the violent coughing fit that overtook her. Thick white semen erupted from her nose in messy strands while more of the pearly fluid spilled from the corners of her stretched lips. Several heavy ropes of Li Ke's cum also landed across her flushed face, dripping down her chin and neck, and splattering heavily onto her chest—coating the soft, generous swells of her breasts that looked so large and full compared to her slender frame.
"Ha… Finally feels good," Li Ke sighed in satisfaction, nodding.
Robin might have let him use her pussy, but for him, this was far more mentally arousing. This was true, absolute submission.
With Robin, their positions were more equal—at most a partnership. Nami was different.
She needed his power completely. She had no strength of her own to match his.
That meant he could be much rougher with her.
"Come here. Lick it clean," Li Ke said lazily, resting his cheek on his hand as he watched her continue coughing up strings of saliva mixed with his thick white cum.
Nami's face showed clear displeasure, but she still obediently reached out, her small hand wrapping around his now-softening cock. She began diligently cleaning him with her tongue—lapping slowly and thoroughly along the shaft, swirling around the head, and sucking the last drops from the tip with wet, obscene sounds.
Li Ke hummed in contentment, gently stroking and petting Nami's soft orange hair while she worked. Just as she was about to pull away and spit, he spoke again.
"Swallow it."
Nami froze for a moment, a flash of reluctance crossing her expression. But under his steady gaze, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, and audibly gulped down the thick, salty load she had collected in her mouth.
"Very good," Li Ke praised, smiling. "Keep working hard like this from now on."
Li Ke gave Nami a mental thumbs-up.
Honestly, he was loving his own style. It was the perfect grift: play the villain, but not quite. He could act like a "good guy" while making the most depraved demands imaginable. There was nothing better than seeing that look of helpless resentment on a girl's face, knowing that sooner or later, they'd be broken in and following him like lost puppies. It was an incredible rush.
"You really are a piece of shit, aren't you?"
Robin spat the words out as she stumbled into view, her legs still unsteady. She was talking trash, but she didn't actually think he was in the wrong. Given the sheer, bottomless scale of Li Ke's lust, a normal woman didn't stand a chance of satisfying him. She actually understood why he was so hell-bent on hoarding more girls.
Still, the way he went about it—the sheer audacity of his methods—made her want to call him out.
"It's about efficiency," Li Ke said, shrugging as if he were discussing the weather rather than her dignity. "If I just asked you for a blowjob, would you be this eager to please?"
Robin's face twisted into a mask of pure, cold disgust. "In your dreams, you bastard."
Li Ke didn't argue. He didn't have to. He watched the flicker of resentment in her eyes, knowing it was only a matter of time before that hate turned into something much more useful. In this world, "no" was just a starting point—and they both knew it.