"Ah...?"
A moan involuntarily escaped her lips.
There was something in Tiberion's gaze that had shifted abruptly. Something that didn't match the provocative tone he'd used just a moment before.
The place suddenly felt much more dangerous.
"Hina hasn't done anything, don't misunderstand!" she blurted out quickly. Though she tried to maintain a certain superficial firmness, there was now a genuine hint of nervousness in her voice.
She didn't even understand herself why she had responded like that. But her instincts were screaming at her: be careful.
The change in Tiberion's aura was undeniable. His smile had vanished, leaving behind an expression of pure hunger, and the hair that had been floating around him moments ago was now wild and unruly.
"...Really?" he asked in a deep voice.
Whoosh
Before she could even process the new level of threat, Tiberion's body disappeared.
!
Hina's heart skipped a beat.
'He vanished?!'
In just a second, her entire body went on high alert. She quickly closed her eyes and expanded her senses.
Observation Haki.
"..."
But what she detected left her frozen.
Sweat—something she would have never allowed to appear in public—began to slowly and coldly trickle down her back, dampening the inside of her uniform.
Tiberion was already behind her.
The air grew heavier, harder to breathe.
The sunlight bathing the deck was suddenly cut off, as if a black cloud had passed over her head.
Tiberion's massive silhouette now completely overshadowed her.
And suddenly, enormous arms began to spread out to the sides, reaching toward her like the thick branches of a colossal tree.
Her mind screamed that she had to react.
But it was too late.
Tiberion's arms wrapped around her with terrifying force.
"T-Tiberion Hanma, let Hina go! YOU'RE HURTING HINA!" she managed to cry out, her voice higher-pitched and faster than she would have liked.
It was the voice of a woman who, despite her rank and composure, knew she was completely overpowered.
The embrace wasn't cold... his muscles were as hard as steel, and the pressure he was applying to her torso and waist left her no room to maneuver.
She struggled with all her might, twisting her hips, arching her torso, trying to push out with her elbows… but it was useless.
It was like trying to escape quicksand.
Every attempt to break free only caused her movements to become more awkward within the grip that held her completely captive.
"Hnnng…!" a moan slipped out involuntarily as she felt her own efforts leave her breathless. "L-LET ME GO!"
But that wasn't the worst part.
In the middle of her desperate struggle… she felt a touch.
At first, she thought it was just her own back rubbing against the inside of his arms.
But no… this was something much larger… thicker… and hotter.
!!!
Terror overwhelmed her when she realized what was pressing so shamelessly against the center of her back, sliding lower toward her waist as Tiberion's body pressed closer and closer.
'No… it can't be…' she thought in horror, a cold shiver running down her neck.
It was his cock!
Even through the red slip covering it, she could feel every vein, every contour perfectly... She could feel it throbbing!
It was too big...
'This... this is wrong...! He's going to rape me! Hina... Hina must escape... now!'
And with that desperation, she tried to free herself immediately, using her last resort—activating the power of her Paramecia-type Devil Fruit.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a brief moment.
She focused all her attention on Tiberion's arms—those muscles that were holding her. 'They were so solid...' Her body could feel every inch of them.
And for a fleeting second, a spark of arousal coursed through her body. But she forced herself to suppress that feeling at once, biting down hard on the inside of her cheek.
With great willpower, she centered herself.
Her ability could restrain any physical force, could bypass any resistance—unless her opponent had an Armament Haki of an absolutely superior level, which she had yet to perceive in Tiberion.
With a trembling exhale, she directed all her concentration toward those arms imprisoning her.
Clang
Black chains materialized out of thin air, wrapping around both of Tiberion's forearms.
"Come help Hina!!! REMOVE HIM IMMEDIATELY!"
The marines, who until that moment hadn't dared to move, horrified by the sight of their colonel trapped by that crimson monster, finally sprang into action.
Their faces twisted in rage! The pride and fury of men who admired their colonel erupted!
"Damn it, that's enough! He's even daring to take liberties with our beloved colonel!"
A thunder of footsteps echoed across the deck.
More than a hundred marines charged like an avalanche toward the black chains extending from Tiberion's arms.
The marines grabbed hold of the chains with all their might and began pulling desperately.
"Pull! Pull with everything you've got! We must free the colonel!"
Their feet scraped against the wooden planks, their bodies leaning back, arms straining to their limits.
But despite all their effort...
It wouldn't budge...!
Not an inch.
No matter how hard they pulled, with over a hundred men... Tiberion's arms did not move at all.
As the seconds passed, their bodies began to tremble, their hands already aching, but the monster imprisoning Hina remained there—immovable.
"COLONEL HINA! WE CAN'T MOVE HIM! WHAT DO WE DO?!"
It was an unbelievably impossible sight! Over a hundred men pulling as if their lives depended on it... and they couldn't move a single man!
"Shit!"
The curse slipped through Hina's clenched teeth.
The air around her had become saturated with a brutally intense scent, a smell so dense and overwhelming that it clouded her thoughts.
It was like a poison entering through her nostrils, coursing through every corner of her body!
With every breath, her chest felt more and more constricted—not just by the crushing force of Tiberion's arms around her, but by the wave of sensations weakening her, breaking down her defenses from within.
By sheer biology, she couldn't fight it.
Her body was reacting naturally to Tiberion. The masculine pheromones, in such high concentrations and in such direct contact, were triggering responses in her limbic system that completely escaped her conscious control.
No matter how strong her willpower was, those responses—designed to perceive dominance, strength, reproductive potential... in simple terms: to induce attraction or submission—were impossible to resist.
Her pulse was out of control, pounding in an erratic drumbeat that didn't know whether to drive her to fight back or to surrender. Her mouth had gone dry, her throat felt closed, and a faint tremor ran through her legs — though it lasted only a second, she felt it, and it was terrifying.
Her body was starting to give in — and not from lack of strength! It was from the overwhelming flood of sensory stimulation. Every brush of Tiberion's body against her back, the warmth of his breath grazing her skin, turned into electric currents that gradually eroded what little resistance she had left.
It felt as if she was going to melt at any moment! God, her legs were shaking like jelly!
NO… THIS CAN'T BE! Not now — not in front of everyone!
And deep in her consciousness, the most humiliating thought of all surfaced.
It made her want to cry!
IT WASN'T FAIR!
She had only come to investigate, to fulfill her duty as a marine. And now — how had she ended up like this, trapped by a man thinking with his damn cock?!
She wanted to scream, but no sound came from her throat…
The marines watched the scene with fury, helplessness, and heartbreak.
It was their beautiful colonel!
But there she was, trapped, panting and struggling in vain against the crimson monster that held her as if she were a trophy.
How could they stand for this!?
One of them, already driven mad by frustration, drew his sword and, without thinking twice, charged at full speed toward Tiberion's enormous bare back, aiming to pierce through him with a single slash.
The blade came down swiftly, carrying all the rage, fear, and helplessness that consumed him… and struck full force against that mountain of muscle.
Clang
"GA-AAAH!"
The sound that rang out wasn't the sound of a clean slash, nor of a blade cutting flesh.
It was a metallic clang — the sound of a sword striking something far harder than itself.
The impact sent a sharp tremor through the marine's arm all the way to his shoulder, tearing a strangled cry from him.
The blade hadn't even managed to pierce a single millimeter of Tiberion's skin; it couldn't even hold. The force of the rebound shattered the blade, leaving only a jagged fragment of the hilt in his hand.
!
Those who witnessed the scene were left in absolute shock.
He had withstood a sword slash with his skin?!
It only needed sparks to complete the picture!
Were those muscles really that hard?!
The entire scene — which until that moment had been filled with shouting and struggling — froze all at once.
Because amid it all, Tiberion now looked irritated… genuinely so.
A group of insects dared provoke him?
Insects who couldn't move him or wound him — yet still had the audacity to defy him?
It was an insult…
HOW DARE THEY!?
With a growl, he suddenly squeezed his arms tight, closing his embrace with such devastating force that the black chains groaned and strained.
And at the center of that embrace was Hina.
Those arms that had once held her firmly were now crushing her like a vice. Her ribs creaked faintly under the monstrous pressure, while her compressed heart began to falter in its rhythm.
Her breathing, which was already ragged, stopped completely as the space in her lungs vanished.
Her eyes flew wide open in a reflex of panic, and her already weakened body was now subjected to complete mechanical suppression.
A violet hue spread across her lips as her vision blurred… her blood was no longer circulating properly.
Her brain began to shut down.
She tried to move her arms… but it was useless. Her hands, which just a moment before had still been trying in vain to push away, now hung limp.
Fully aware of every reaction, Tiberion increased the pressure even more.
In that instant, Hina collapsed.
Sensing the tension in her muscles vanish, he relaxed his arms and let her fall.
Thud
Hina's body slid heavily between his muscles and collapsed onto the deck floor, completely unconscious.
With the dead weight gone, Tiberion clenched his fists and moved his arms.
!
As a result, the hundreds of marines still clinging to the chains were sent flying in all directions.
Without pausing, he ran his fingers along the chains that still pierced his forearms, and with a single tug, ripped them out as if they were nothing more than paper ribbons.
The metal left a wound, but he didn't even flinch. Blood spurted for just an instant before his tissues began to close up almost immediately, within seconds.
Without a word, he slowly pivoted on his heels, and his red eyes locked onto one man.
The marine who, moments earlier, had dared to raise a sword against him.
The poor man was trembling from head to toe, unable even to step back. Panic had completely paralyzed him.
"W-what are you doing?! I'm a marine! DON'T YOU DARE!"
But Tiberion didn't answer; he only looked at him for what he was — a mere ant.
Raising his left hand slowly, fingers extended, palm facing the floor.
Swish
Then, the hand came down in a simple slicing motion.
The edge of his palm descended in a straight line with a speed that surpassed the visual perception of those present. One blink — and the motion was already complete.
"..."
The marine's body remained motionless for an instant, and then…
With a sickening sound, a line of blood appeared vertically along his body, from his head to his groin.
Two perfect halves — the slash had been so clean that there was no blood for the first second.
And when the halves finally began to separate, the blood started to flow.
!
The remaining marines on the deck turned pale with fear.
WHAT A KILLER!
Without paying them the slightest attention, Tiberion leaned over Hina, extending a hand, ready to pick her up and sling her over his shoulder.
But then… Hina's eyes suddenly snapped open, brimming with clarity and terror. Her body, though weak and battered, was driven by one single instinct:
Survive.
She wasn't going to let herself be taken! Not like this — not after everything!
The sight of that enormous hand reaching for her ignited a spark in her mind, and summoning every ounce of strength, she pressed her hand against the deck.
She focused all her power into that single instant. Ignoring the dizziness, through sheer willpower, she activated her Devil Fruit to the maximum.
!
From every corner of the ship, countless black chains shot out toward Tiberion like ravenous snakes.
Dozens, hundreds of chains!
They swirled around like a swarm, wrapping around his body layer after layer.
The chains creaked as they tightened against one another, pressing without pause, covering every inch of space until he was completely hidden. In a matter of seconds, Tiberion's body vanished inside a compact mass of chains.
A black sphere over five meters in diameter remained there.
Despite the sweat running down her forehead and her ragged breathing, Hina didn't stop.
It wasn't enough!
The image of that monster that had overpowered her—his unyielding body... none of that could be contained by a simple prison!
Her eyes, still bloodshot, shone with a spark of determination.
From the deck of the warship, bars as thick as columns rose up, aligning to form a perfect cube, sealing the sphere of chains inside, blocking any chance of escape.
And only when the final chain locked into place did Hina release a breath.
Her body felt heavy, and her legs could barely hold her. But she had accomplished the impossible.
Turning with effort, she looked at the marines who remained on the deck.
"A-Are you all alright?" she asked in a hoarse voice. "This time... it was all Hina's fault. I'm sorry."
Her eyes scanned the wounded and the dead. An unquestionable tragedy, an indelible stain that would remain on her record.
But there was nothing more that could be done for them.
Her duty—her only mission in that moment—was to stand firm. To reassure those marines who were looking at her with shattered souls and fear written across their faces.
And it was impossible to blame them. After all... what could they have done?
She herself hadn't been able to do anything.
She had been crushed without the slightest effort by that monster.
Five billion bounty...
The weight of that number now pounded in her temples. The slap of reality still stung. If you're not at that level... you should never delude yourself into thinking you can face him.
Much less try again.
Because on this sea, in this world, strength decides everything. And when you don't have it... all that remains is to accept defeat.
Even if it hurts.
...
Aboard Tiberion's ship, Hancock stood by the railing, her gaze fixed on the warship, where now a cube sat on the deck.
However, even though it was Tiberion who was trapped inside, her expression showed not the slightest concern. On the contrary, she wore a disdainful smile.
Even so, her cheeks were still flushed a deep red that she couldn't shake, no matter how hard she tried.
It wasn't simple shyness — it was the result of what she had experienced over the past few days.
After several days of intense sessions with Tiberion, she had come to know his body in the most intimate way possible.
She had personally experienced his absolute strength.
Not just his brutality, which had dominated her with humiliating ease, but also his boundless stamina, his ability to drag her to realms of pleasure she had never imagined possible.
Not once, not twice, but for days.
That's why, watching now as this man faced a Marine warship, she couldn't even begin to imagine that a mere colonel could pose the slightest threat to him.
Impossible!
And yet, the memories of those nights betrayed her. No matter how hard she tried to maintain her composure, no matter how much she wanted to appear cold and unshaken—she couldn't.
At first, everything had seemed under control. Her pride had driven her to prove that she could handle it, that no other woman could take that place at his side.
But as time went on...
Tiberion's pace became overwhelming. His desire seemed endless. No matter how much she and Shirahoshi gave, it was never enough.
And every time they thought they had reached their limit, he demanded more.
The memory of the size of his member, of how he stretched her, of the searing heat he left inside her… sent chills down her spine even now. It was unbearable! A suffocating mix of fear and arousal flooded her with no escape.
How long would it last next time?!
Just thinking about it sent a shiver down her back.
And what if they weren't enough?
If there were more "sisters," more women capable of sharing that burden… that would at least ease some of that unbearable pressure.
And although that thought would have been unthinkable just days ago—
Her? Boa Hancock? Sharing her man with others? She would have never accepted it! And yet now… that idea was starting to seem reasonable.
Even so, part of her hated herself for thinking it.
How had she ended up like this?
She, who had always been the coldest woman, the most distant, the most proud—how had she ended up giving herself like this, to the point of accepting such depravity… even seeking it?
There was no answer.
Perhaps others would look at her and think happiness had clouded her mind. That pleasure had corrupted her… and maybe they would be right.
Now, with an ambiguous smile curling her perfect lips, she turned her face, letting her long hair flutter behind her.
"Oh… isn't that Colonel Hina from Marine Headquarters?"
Her words drifted through the air like a heady perfume.
"Although… of course… you are nowhere near as beautiful as I am — the one worthy of him. Still… you do have a certain charm. And your figure isn't entirely without merit."
"What do you say...? Have you not considered the idea of becoming one of Tiberion-sama's women as well?"
"Of course… if you accept… you must respectfully call me 'Big Sister.'"
"..."
Faced with such a vision, the marines standing behind Hina immediately fell into a dazed trance.
Their eyes filled with hearts, fixed on the Empress as if she were a divine apparition.
Meanwhile, Hina frowned in irritation and confusion.
What kind of nonsense was she spouting?
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