Hi, hello, I just came to say that this chapter will have R18 scenes. So discretion is advised. And this is the first time I'm writing this.
At first, I wasn't going to do it, since it took up my time from the fic, and I want to finish the arc as soon as possible, but I need to write things that will be important or will have relevance in the future, or rather, as the days, months, or years go by. I also want to learn, and that will draw more people's attention, and they'll come and read the fic. Honesty above all.
Also, I haven't seen the last chapter of the manga, since it's not out yet, but I've heard some spoilers that are criminal. Anyway, I'm referring to chapter 1154 of the manga.
Without anything else to say, enjoy the chapter.
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Dante: "Hojojo, the bottle of rum in one hand and the hidden blade in the other."
Trini: "Can you stop? It's the only song you've sung during the two-week trip; it's already driving me crazy."
Exactly. We've been leaving the rescued people in their countries or towns for two weeks now. The good thing about this is that we only had three people left, specifically the Boa sisters.
I looked at Trini for a moment before looking back.
Dante: "Yojo, that's who we are. Being a pirate makes me happy. I always decide what I want to do. We're pirates."
I felt his gaze on the back of my neck, but I ignored it.
Sulli: "How do you come up with all that stuff?"
Dante: "I dreamed it." I heard her snort, but I couldn't think of any other way to explain what she was asking. "Hey, Kid One, where do I have to go to drop you off?"
Hancock: "Honestly, I have no idea. It should be somewhere near the Calm Belt." Ironically, she knew I was talking to her.
Dante: "I imagine you're looking for the Kuja pirates."
She nodded at my statement. I imagine it will prevent any outsiders from going to Amazon Lily. If Trini or Isis could navigate this forest, they'd most likely leave us on a deserted island and go there.
Dante: "Trini, can you find a boat, please?"
Trini: "As long as I finish this, it's best." With that, she settled down and began to meditate. We all fell silent.
After waiting two minutes while circling in circles, sort of like a donut, Trini spotted a rather large ship.
Trini: "7 o'clock." And with that, we set off.
It must be the Kuja pirates, since we're close to their island, and it doesn't make sense that it's another ship, pirate, navy, or anything else.
In about two minutes, we were on top of the ship, and luckily it was her, mostly because of the Jolly Roger.
Without much delay, I grabbed Hancock as a way to avoid being attacked as soon as I touched the ship and jumped in. I made a muffled sound at the girl's scream, since nothing was going to happen to her. Well, only if I didn't fall onto the ship, or if they attacked me immediately without thinking.
I did a superhero dive, so my gaze was on the ground. By the time I looked ahead, I had swords, spears, and arrows pointed at my beautiful face.
Dante: "I just came to give you something back," I said, using Hancock as a human shield, putting him in front of my face.
???: "Stand back." An authoritative voice was heard nearby. I couldn't see anything, as Hancock was blocking my view. Better that than getting shot in the eye.
Hancock: "Captain Tritoma," came the happy voice.
???: "Hancock, I'm glad you're okay. Are your sisters here too?" His voice sounded a little more relaxed and friendly.
Hancock: "Yes, it was thanks to this man that we were able to escape the slavers and return here."
At that moment, I stopped and looked at her head-on. She's a very beautiful and captivating woman. If I could say so, she looked like Hancock's mother, if not related.
Tritoma: "Are you...?" he said, sounding confused.
Dante: "Yes, it's me, and the other two girls are upstairs; once I get them, we'll leave."
Just as I was about to jump using Geppo to go to the ship, I heard her voice.
(Note: I'm so lazy to type the name of the ship; I know it's copy and paste, but I don't feel like it, at least not while I'm writing this.)
Tritoma: "Wait." At that moment, I looked into her eyes, which, to be honest, made me feel like prey.
*Haki transition or something.*
I could hear the voices of the Amazons talking to each other—well, my companions too. Right now, we're on an island not far from where we were at the beginning in the Calm Belt.
Everyone was interacting with the Kuja pirates as if they were lifelong friends, ironically.
Let's start with Arthur. Currently, he was surrounded by Amazons of all ages, heights, and sizes. It seemed like they were making advances to him, which made him both happy and uncomfortable; it reminded me of generic isekai harems. Well, the cliché had to be fulfilled even if it wasn't with me; I just hope something remains of him when it's over.
Trini was getting manicures with other Amazons, who were doing each other's hair. She seemed happy enough to ignore everything that was happening, being treated so well and like a woman. Being with a woman was very different from being with Isis, due to her royal upbringing.
Speaking of her, she was learning to cook; some of the Amazons were making her different types of food, and she was helping out and, consequently, learning. This is something I didn't know; since when she was a princess, she didn't cook, and when she's with us, I'm the one who cooks.
Finally, there was Sulli, who was with some Amazons who were somewhat hurt from a past confrontation, which she was reviewing. Advances were also made to her, just like with Arthur, but he dodged or ignored them, and whenever this happened, he would glance at Trini to see if she was looking at him.
And I was in a more secluded spot, watching everything that was going on and ignoring the only three brats on this crew.
Hancock: "So? You've already changed your mind and are going to train us?"
That's what happened; ever since I've been here, these three have been clinging to me like ticks, begging to be trained.
Dante: "I told you I don't have time for brats."
Hancock: "I told you I'm not a brat; I'm the next empress of Amazon Lily."
Sandesonia: "Yes, Sister will be the next empress."
Marigold: "And we'll be her personal attendants."
Dante: "I didn't know you were a messiah who could see the future," I said mockingly, making her puff out her cheeks.
Unconsciously, I couldn't help but think she looked so cute. Quickly, I squeezed her cheeks with both hands. She tried to break free from my grasp but couldn't.
Seeing her like that reminded me of Dianna. I would have liked to take her with me on my journey, but I didn't know if I'd be able to take care of myself, and if I can't take care of myself, then I can't protect anyone.
Once I let go of her, she looked at me as if she wanted to turn me to stone; that reminded me that I didn't get her Devil Fruit, and honestly, that fruit is too perfect for anyone other than Hancock to obtain.
Dante: "Look, let's make a deal. If you manage to make significant progress between now and two years, I'll help you become the strongest woman on the seas with Devil Fruits. In exchange, you three have to start calling me Big Brother."
The three: "Yes, Big Brother." The three of them shouted happily.
Dante: "Well, I'll have to get your captain's approval now."
Tritoma: "That won't be necessary. I heard everything, and it seems fine to me." At that moment, she appeared as if she had been summoned. "Girls, how about you go to bed now? It's already late, and you must be tired after all the traveling."
They seemed to want to protest, but looking at their captain, they could only accept their fate and leave, only after saying goodbye to their older brother—me. At that moment, I noticed Tritoma sitting next to me, holding two glasses of alcohol.
Dante: "No, thank you, I'm not allowed to drink alcohol," he said, signaling for me not to pass the glass to him.
She made a sad expression; she looked as if a tear might fall at any moment.
Tritoma: "I just wanted to be nice by giving you something to drink, but I see that my intentions and feelings don't matter."
She's manipulating me, and the worst part is that I'm letting her do it.
Dante: "Okay, but just this one. Just be warned, when I get drunk, I do things I can't control, and I don't remember anything afterward."
Tritoma: "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." The way he said it sounds a little strange, but I didn't think much of it. It's just a glass; it's not like it's mead or something to knock me out right away.
Without thinking, he took a quick sip from the glass, and everything went black.
*3 hours later*
I felt disoriented. I was in a bed, there was a lot of movement, and there was a person on top of me. If I'm not mistaken, it's a woman. And another thing I just realized is that we're both naked.
...
Don't tell me I'm being raped for the third time. I tried to stand up, but the moment he started to lift me up, gentle hands on my chest pushed me back onto the back of the bed.
Tritoma: "Where do you think you're going?" she said in a sensual, lust-filled voice. She kept rubbing my pelvis; it felt like something mechanical.
Dante: "Why?" I just wanted to know why she's doing this.
Tritoma: "Easy, I'm old enough to be a mother, and what better way to take the great hero Dante's genes than for myself?" Her eyes filled with hearts. I don't know what factors—maybe it's me or the mating processor—but something inside me tells me this woman isn't sane.
But there was one thing I did know, and that was that she wasn't going to let me trample my pride.
I placed my hands on Tritoma's big, plump ass and quickly rammed her pussy harder, forcing my penis to enter her womb further than it already had.
Tritoma: "Gyaaah," she moaned, stopping her pacing.
Without wasting any time, I turned around so that she was now on the back of the bed with me on top. Without wasting any time, I pounded into her again with quick, steady movements. I grabbed one of her breasts with my hand and placed the other in my mouth. She, most likely, instinctively grabbed my head with her arms to keep me there and not stop.
Tritoma: "Faster, don't stop." I decided to follow her lead, increasing the speed of my thrusts.
We both began to behave like animals. She moved my head away from her breasts to kiss me on the lips. I immediately returned the kiss and, in the process, began to stick out my tongue, asking permission to enter her mouth. She opened her mouth, accepting my request, doing the same.
The sound of our bodies colliding was hypnotic, like an antique clock, only faster.
Dante: "I'm about to cum."
Tritoma: "So am I," she said as she wrapped her legs around my hips to keep me from pulling out and cumming inside her. And so it was.
With a powerful thrust, I expelled all the cum I'd stored inside her. With this stimulation, she came too.
Once that subsided, I turned over and laid my back on the bed to rest. The alcohol was still having some effect, so I needed to relax a bit so my head wouldn't feel like it was going to explode. But my luck in these situations was never good.
Tritoma: "I hope you're not tired; I'm already looking forward to round two." While she was saying this in my ear, she was stimulating my penis with her hand. Then she started kissing me and giving me hickeys on my neck.
This situation should be a reward, but for some reason, I don't feel that way.
*Already in the morning*
She opened her eyes after a good hour and a half of restful sleep, since that's how long we've been having wild sex, since I can't think of another name for it at the moment.
My body was covered in kisses, hickeys, and nail scrapes. So far, it was my most violent sensual experience.
Tritoma was lying asleep next to me, clutching me like a giant teddy bear. I hope she never wakes up.
Moving slowly and as quietly as possible, I was able to get out of that prison called my arms without waking her.
It may sound exaggerated, but you have no idea how tired I am. It's like my life energy is being sucked out. I don't feel like doing anything, and that's bad, because without energy, I won't be able to escape from here.
As I left the tent, I went to the center of the party, having brought the brats back to their crew.
Interestingly, there were three people there: Trini, Arthur, and one of the youngest Amazons in the group. She must have been about 17 years old.
I noticed Arthur hunched over, with a blanket over him, his eyes blank and as if his soul had been sucked out.
Dante: "Hi, three of you. I see your night wasn't very good," I said to Arthur.
Arthur: "I see yours wasn't much different."
Young Amazon: "Seeing your current condition, the captain didn't hold back one bit."
Right now, I was only in my pants, as my shirt was torn, for some reason, so all the traces Tritoma left on me could be seen, and I most likely look the same as Arthur, just a little better, but only a little.
Trini: "I told you not to drink alcohol, but you don't listen. At least you were with one; Arthur was with six Amazons at the same time, but I can't say anything to him since he was kidnapped."
I was shocked by what she said, so I looked at Arthur and gave him a nod of approval, which was returned with a dead look.
Dante: "How come the same didn't happen to me?"
Young Amazon: "It was the captain. When you went to get Sandersonia from your flying ship, she threatened us that we couldn't do anything to you and that the only one who had both the privilege and the right to do it was her."
Now it made sense that none of them went where I was, and I was only surrounded by the three brats.
At that moment, I saw the three of them tense up, more specifically, how the Amazon turned pale and saw death itself. Only to feel hands coming from behind my back, grabbing my abdomen and resting on my shoulder.
Tritoma: "Honey, why did you leave bed without telling me?" His voice sounded half reproachful, half disgusted. "I'm still hungry, and you happen to be my dessert, but I'm embarrassed to eat with so many people watching."
Without wasting any time, he grabbed my arm and dragged me back to the tent. I saw the Amazon avert her gaze; Trini felt a great admiration for looking at the floor, and Arthur began to say a prayer to me. I just hope this doesn't take too long.
*Transition Moment*
After six days of healthy coexistence with the Kuja pirates, I was finally able to escape. I mean, we separated from them for several reasons, including the fact that we were running out of food and they had to return to Amazon Lily.
Arthur: "My penis hurts."
Isis: "You can be more subtle; no one wants to hear about how you had sex with 100 different Amazons."
Arthur: "It was 11, not 100."
Isis: "The number doesn't matter; what matters is that you shut up; you've been complaining about it since we left the island."
Ignoring that situation, we're currently traveling to the New World, since that was our main goal. Thanks to the Skíðblaðnir, we no longer need to go through Sabaody. However, we had to go through the merchant ships since it's a naval post. This is because I was too lazy to re-equip the boat and go to Fishman Island.
It only took a day from our starting point to that one. The more power I give the ship, the faster it will go. So when we reach the New World, we'll have to find a place to rest urgently.
Once we arrived, I made the boat move across the sea, but the oars kept moving on their own, so when we arrived, the marines looked at the whole situation strangely.
Marine: "Excuse me, Mr. Dante, can you tell me how your... boat works?"
Dante: "Magic." My explanation fell flat.
Marine: "Seriously, they're asking for a log of the ships that pass through here, and we need to know how your ship works."
Dante: "Magic, period. Any questions, well, a magician made it, and you're not going to get any other answer from me." I didn't feel like explaining some things; I just wanted to get to an inn and sleep.
The marines looked at each other, then spoke among themselves and let us pass, somewhat frustrated.
With that, we were able to move on and fly to the next island, which I have an idea of where it might be. Thank goodness I was able to get a log pose from the new world, even if it's just a specific arrow.
And with that, I was able to rest peacefully.
*Another transition*
Third-person POV.
A day has passed since they arrived in the city and rented a cabin to rest. From there, Dante went straight to his room to sleep.
A good while has passed since then, and it's lunchtime, and no one feels like cooking. So the only thing left for them to do is get Dante to cook.
Sulli: "He's even awake. According to me, given the amount of time he should have slept, he should be awake or in a condition where I can wake him up." At that moment, the four of them, including Hun, who only imitated what they were doing, looked at Trini.
Trini: "Okay, I'll use my Haki to see." At that moment, she focused on Dante's room, only to see him sitting in a chair at a table. She didn't know what he was doing, but he was awake. "He's awake; who's going to get him?" But she realized they were still staring at her, waiting for her to do something; she just sighed and stood up. "Fine, I'll go; as long as I make a cake, I don't care."
She headed toward Dante's room. She knocked on the door to avoid any sound, then did the same thing again, and nothing. Eventually, she got bored and went in anyway, knowing he was just sitting and looking at something.
Trini: "Hey, little blonde, I know you're awake, and it's already lunchtime, so we need you to cook and make me a--" Her words stopped dead when she realized what she was looking at.
Dante was staring at a piece of paper, which was slowly burning; at this point, it was about to go out and disappear. And the most important thing was that this paper was a vivre card.
They both watched as the slip of paper burned away to nothing.
Trini saw Dante, his eyes covered with his hair, his mouth open, about to say something, but nothing came out. He only closed it, clamping his lower lip between his teeth until blood came out. After that, he stood up and left the room.
At that moment, holding hands, he was stopped by Trini.
Trini: "Who died?"
Dante: "I want to go back to East Blue."
With that, Trini let go of Dante's hand so he could go to the kitchen to make lunch, not knowing what to do in this kind of situation.