Chapter 44: Nami's Jealousy & Harem Reconciliation
Noticing my cock swelling, Tashigi realized I was about to cum. Her eyes filled with anticipation—she sucked even harder. The powerful suction made me shudder—I released in blissful spurts.
Obediently swallowing every drop, Tashigi discovered that while the tentacle panties still wriggled, delivering pleasure, the lewd tattoo's climax restriction remained. The long-awaited ultimate ecstasy never came.
Tears welled in her eyes. Watching the recording of herself climaxing with pure bliss—she showed envy—only able to continue servicing eagerly, hoping for release.
After making me cum several more times—I still denied her orgasm.
"Haa… please… I can't take it anymore… Master, let me cum…" Finally unable to hold back—Tashigi spat out my cock and begged desperately.
"Now you remember to call me Master? You're just an oral slave—what right do you have to climax?"
"Master—I was wrong… haa… please… it's really unbearable… haaa…" Tashigi's expression was completely that of a bitch in heat—mouth wide open, tongue fully extended—reason nearly drowned by desire.
"How pathetic, Tashigi. You want to cum? Fine—but I'll send this video to Smoker via News Coo. Let him and the Navy enjoy your perverted side. What do you think?"
"Ah! No—no! You can't let Captain Smoker know!" Mentioning Smoker—Tashigi regained a sliver of reason.
"Oh~ Is that so? Too bad then. Since you refuse—you'll never get to cum again."
"Wuu… no… I understand—I agree—I agree! Send it to Captain Smoker—anything! Just let me cum—I'll do anything! Please… Master~!"
Even with shame burning her face red—desire triumphed over reason. After speaking—Tashigi actively took my cock back in—licking while pleading with her eyes.
"Hahaha—good. As you wish. I'll send the video shortly." I gripped Tashigi's head—shoving my cock completely down her throat—while simultaneously lifting the lewd tattoo's climax restriction and doubling her sensitivity.
The long-pent-up pleasure exploded—twice as intense as before—crashing through Tashigi's nerves. Even so—she frantically worked her tongue—stimulating my shaft.
The cock completely blocked her throat—cutting off breathing. Yet held by my grip—Tashigi offered no resistance—silently enduring suffocating torment alongside supreme climax pleasure.
After two full minutes—when her body began convulsing from oxygen deprivation—I finally pulled out.
Tashigi's climax continued. After the cock left her mouth—she even forgot to moan—still eyes rolled back, mouth gaping wide—silent, completely broken.
Glancing at Domino—who was earnestly licking another tentacle cock—I locked both women in the tentacle nest and brought the cameras to the deck.
Sending the video to Smoker wasn't just talk. I packaged the camera—attached usage instructions—labeled recipient as Smoker and sender as Tashigi.
Summoning a News Coo—I explained the commission.
After receiving a gold coin—the mail-bird saluted comically—then flew off with the package toward Loguetown.
"I really want to see Smoker's face when he watches this." I suddenly felt the childish thrill of a successful prank.
While pondering who to play with next—a new message appeared in my mind.
The "epic-grade" lewd beast Hydra had awakened from dormancy—sending me a hungry signal.
Almost forgot about that thing. Thinking of that ridiculous scallop shell made me angry—but I paused my pleasure-seeking plans and flew to the warship waiting to be dismantled.
Then I stared dumbfounded at the scallop on deck.
Though still a scallop—it had grown from palm-sized two days ago to two meters wide and over a meter tall—bursting the bucket. The dark-red shell lay quietly on deck.
As I approached—the shell opened. Dozens of reddish-purple tentacles extended from the fleshy interior—waving in the air—sending me excited, affectionate emotions.
I was speechless. Growth speed was impressive—but this dumb-cute appearance didn't look remotely combat-capable—let alone an ocean overlord.
Feeling the hunger signal again—I grew even more exasperated with this glutton.
I transferred 2,000 Desire Points. Red mist seeped into the shell—it absorbed everything—but no satisfied feedback came.
"Not enough?"
Just as I painfully prepared to feed more—the shell conveyed another message through the contract: it wanted human females. Thanks to the master-servant contract—we shared thoughts. Though its intelligence was too low for complex language—I clearly understood.
Thinking back—the description did mention this lewd beast liked capturing girls to extract desire energy. Scratching my head—I returned to Nest 2.
Entering—I immediately heard Sadi's arrogant laughter and curses. She was currently behind Carmen—gripping her waist—cock thrusting into her pussy—pulling out each time with a gush of lewd fluids. Whether she had a grudge or not—she focused solely on tormenting Carmen. Poor Carmen's back was again covered in whip marks—her proud breasts clamped with numerous clips. Her defiant gaze had turned to slightly rolled-back eyes. Muffled whimpers escaped her gagged mouth.
I didn't disturb them. Among the other beauties—I chose one—released her restraints—picked her up—and left the nest.
This was a blonde girl—delicate features, slender and petite—adorable appearance. But not my type—which was exactly why I chose her.
Probably due to massive aphrodisiac dosage and prolonged restraint—the blonde's consciousness was hazy. Held in my arms—she remained unaware.
Carrying the girl back to the scallop—I asked for confirmation. Excited tentacles extended—wrapping the fragile girl—pulling her inside. The shell snapped shut—no gap left.
This didn't trouble me. Mental energy passed through the shell—observing inside.
Inside—the two shell halves were thick red flesh. The blonde was sandwiched between—tentacle blocking her mouth (likely for oxygen and nutrients). Flesh walls continuously secreted pink aphrodisiac liquid—quickly filling the entire space. The girl was not only tightly wrapped—but fully immersed in the unknown fluid.
Internal temperature was high—nearly 50°C—making the girl feel stifling heat. Her body squirmed restlessly—soft flesh constantly rubbing her skin—bringing waves of pleasure. Combined with aphrodisiac liquid and heat—she felt burning from inside out.
Then two thin tentacles wrapped around her small breasts—finding the nipples. Each tentacle tip extended a fine needle—piercing the tender buds hard. Sudden pain made the girl tremble—slightly relieving her bodily restlessness.
One thick and one thin tentacle probed her anus and urethra—taking control of her excretory systems.
Next—a thick tentacle pressed against her already flooded pussy—gently rubbing back and forth. The girl—reason long shattered by desire—desperately wanted it inside—thrusting violently. But no matter how she twisted her hips—the tentacle only hovered at the entrance—never entering—leaving her ever-expanding desire unsatisfied.
"Quite the expert." I naturally understood the scallop's intent—maximizing desire energy extraction—with masterful technique.
Confirming the girl's situation—I returned to the other ship. Nami and the others were waiting—I scratched my head bitterly. Truly a busy life.
On deck—I found Nami tending the orange trees. I quietly approached—she seemed deep in thought—unaware of my arrival.
From behind I embraced her—hands directly grabbing those absurdly large breasts—palms sinking into soft flesh—pure bliss.
"Ah!? M-Master?" Nami was startled by the sudden attack—then realizing it was me—her tone calmed.
"Mad at Master?" I kneaded her massive breasts gently while asking.
"I'm just Master's slave—no right to be angry." Though her words said that—dissatisfaction was clear in her tone.
I could only smile bitterly—yep, jealous.
"That day at Whiskey Peak—after covering your escape—I fell unconscious from overusing my powers. When I woke—I was already imprisoned in Impel Down." I spoke as if to myself.
"Ah? Impel Down?! That prison no one has ever escaped from?" Nami—who had been cold—suddenly showed worry.
"Yeah—Impel Down is heavily guarded. Thanks to Domino and Sadi—I managed to escape smoothly."
"Ah… sorry, Master… I didn't know you suffered so much." Nami's dissatisfaction vanished—looking like a child who did wrong.
"It's fine, Nami—this shows you care about me." I gently stroked Nami's orange hair.
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