Alone inside a modest house in Cocoyasi Village, East Blue, Lance D. Poundwell—also known as Portent—sat at a kitchen table, sipping on some coffee and eating lunch made entirely of stolen food.
Lance was tall at 6'2", with broad shoulders, a lean physique with well-defined muscles, and an overall smooth appearance, close to the average pretty boy.
His skin was light, his hair long, straight, and dark, and his black eyes looked sharp under his smooth, soft features.
Lance thought the best food was the one you didn't pay for or the one you didn't make, and he lived by the same principles.
The place was quiet except for the soft clink of his spoon hitting the plate and the occasional breeze pushing the curtains. Lance ate slowly as he wasn't worried about being found.
See, the locals were busy celebrating their freedom, cheering and dancing now that Arlong was dead, probably, it had been quite a while since Lance read the manga, but if he was sure of something, it was that it meant the Straw Hats had just finished their raid, which also meant it was almost time for Lance to make his move.
It had been two months since Lance had transmigrated into the world of One Piece. It had been a rainy morning back in his original world when, as he walked along a beach, he stuck his toe on something buried in the sand.
Picking it up for close inspection, Lance noticed it was an old, crusty, rusty lamp; Bothered about hitting his toe on something so early in the morning, he rubbed the lamp as if a genie were to come out, without much thought, really.
And as he was about to throw the lamp back into the sea, sure as shit, a genie popped out of it, the genie in question looked like what an average genie would look like, blue skin, hairy chest, the works, really.
The genie was in a weirdly good mood and told Lance it hadn't been trapped that long, so Lance could get six wishes instead of three.
Obviously, there were some rules, for starters, not wishing to end the world, no bringing back the dead unless as zombies, and if Lance wished to go to another world, all wishes but one would need to make sense in the setting; otherwise, the genie would need to nerf them.
Lance shrugged at these rules, "Fair enough," he said as he pondered on what to wish for, he knew he had to use his wishes wisely, or selfishly, depending on who you asked, as for his wishes; "I wish to transmigrate myself into the One Piece World as a Lunarian"
"Done," the genie said, flicking his fingers, "but you start with no Haki and no gear."
Then Lance moved on to his second wish: the power of teleportation
Lance wanted the ability to go anywhere with an instant movement tied to how well he knew or imagined a place to which the genie agreed with no objections.
As for the third wish, it was: 'Normalcy'
This one was trickier to explain and enforce. What Lance wanted was to manipulate reality by making things true by stating they were always normal.
"This one is crossing a fine line, but since I'm in an excellent mood, and for plot reasons, I'll grant you this wish."
Moving on to the fourth wish, the ability to stop time, Lance wanted to stop time, but the genie wouldn't give it freely, for some apparent reasons.
"It's locked behind Conqueror's Haki," the genie said, "When you awaken it, the power will become available, no peeking or skipping the grind."
Fifth Wish: Sexual Devil Fruit Absorption
Lance asked for the ability to gain powers from any woman he had sex with, specifically, if she had a Devil Fruit, he'd gain a copy of her power, to which the genie raised an eyebrow and gave Lance a smirk.
"You can't steal the fruit, she keeps her powers," the genie clarified, "but you get a duplicate, only works after penetrative sex, and if the woman gets pregnant, you can also share those powers with others, but only one at a time, and only while you remain conscious."
Lance couldn't argue with such a sweet deal, "Well, that's about all my wishes, thank you very much"
"No problem," the genie said, stretching his arms and back, "now get out of here and make some babies, enjoy the East Blue."
And just like that, with a flash of smoke and a stomach-turning twist, Lance's body was gone from the beach he was on and appeared naked on the beach of another world.
And so months passed, getting to Cocoyasi Village had been a pain in the ass, sailing without a navigator meant constantly getting lost, but Lance kept track of the timeline as best he could, and after getting to the first medium-sized village, he just made it normal for navigator women to beg to become his slaves and get him to his destination.
And now, judging by the sound of cheering in the distance, he'd made it just in time.
He stood up, wiped his mouth, and then shoved a few coins and a ring into his pocket before walking out of the house, walking through the streets as if he owned them, his eyes scanning until he saw the Going Merry slowly drifting off in the distance.
Lance stopped in his tracks as the multitude of townsfolk screamed angrily at Nami for stealing their wallets. Laughing to himself, Lance closed his eyes and pictured the Going Merry deck in full detail, or as best as he could recall, and in less than a fraction of a split second, Lance teleported there.
Lance landed on the wooden deck with a soft thud as the straw hats went about their own business. The first to react was Nami, who looked Lance up and down.
Before anyone could adequately react, Lance had already started to speak, "It's normal for you to treat me as a second captain, higher in authority than Luffy", Lance said calmly with no real emotion behind those words.
The Straw Hats didn't react as one would expect: they all simply stared at Lance as if he had said something obvious. "Captain, you're back!" Luffy said with a dumb laugh, "You missed all the fun, better luck next time!"
Zoro simply gave a nod while Nami smiled at him as if she had always known him.
Lance smiled as he stared at Nami's big tits, clearing his throat, "Ehem, Crew meeting everyone," he said, and everyone gathered around him as Lance started to take off his jacket and shirt.
Still staring at Nami's tits, Lance continued his speech, "From now on, it's normal that all female crewmates are my personal sex slaves, no man in the crew or outsiders gets to touch them," and everyone nodded along as if stating the obvious.
"Of course, captain," Sanji said, without an ounce of resistance. Even Nami giggled and rolled her eyes; In their minds, nothing had really changed.
"Alright, let's get some things straight," Lance said as he crossed his arms,
"From now on, it's normal that when I talk, you listen and follow my instructions with minimal arguing or whining, unless it's for roleplay, which in this case is fine, unless you thought of something better—and you won't—so don't bother trying,"
"I'm the highest authority on the ship, but I'm also lazy as fuck, so don't expect me to do anything unless it's actually serious."
Lance then turned his head towards Sanji, who was puffing on a cigarette, "and Sanji, you're in charge of keeping me fed right so I can fuck all day and all night, I want a lot of red meat and alcohol, you get that?"
Sanji gave Lance a stern look but shrugged his shoulders after, "Sure, nothing but the best captain."
"Good, you get it because I don't like to repeat myself," Lance said, going back to stare at Nami's tits, and noticed Nami hadn't stopped staring at him since he got on the ship. Only then did Lance remember he had a normality placed on for female navigators.
"Now, just to make sure we're all on the same page," Lance said, "all female crewmates belong to me and are my personal property, sex slaves if you wanna be exact, right now that's only Nami, and she'll treat it like the serious job it is."
Nami's cheeks lightly blushed, and she gave a shy, happy smile, "Yes, captain"
"Good girl", Lance said as he stepped closer to her, "That means every morning starts with your mouth and tongue on my morning wood, and you'll train your body so that I have something nice to fuck, besides, those tits of yours still can get bigger and softer."
"Yes, captain," she answered with a steady and determined tone
"Perfect" Lance replied while his lips curled into a lazy smirk, "also, from now on, you're also handling sex slave recruitment, any woman who looks fuckable enough or fights well, grab her, recruit her, kidnap her, I don't really care, just bring her to the crew, I'll decide what to do with them after"
Nami nodded along and raised a hand, "What about my clothes, Captain? Would you like me to keep this?" She then tugged her striped shirt, "or something else?"
Lance groped one of Nami's breasts as if to check the texture through the shirt, noticing her nipples were already erect. "Nah", Lance said, pulling away his hand, "The outfit is too clean for my taste, from now on, you'll wear a green and white bikini top, and tight low-rise jeans with no underwear"
Nami gave a small nod approving of her new clothes, "I'll find something once we dock,"
Lance smiled and then walked to the railing of the deck, staring into the sea as the wind pushed his hair back, "Loguetown's next," he mumbled to himself, before turning back to Nami, "And you, let's go have some fun, the rest, meeting's over, get back to work."
Nami stayed back while the others dispersed, her eyes locked in Lance's crotch with an eager smile on her lips, waiting for an order, and she didn't have to wait long before Lance leaned his back against the railing and ordered, "Strip"
Nami quickly moved to hook her thumbs under her shirt and slid down her shorts and panties, letting her big tits bounce free as she stood naked before Lance.
"Good slave", Lance said as he stretched out along the railing, reclining over it and yawning into the open sea, "now give me a sloppy blowjob, make it worth my time and cum."
Without hesitation, Nami immediately dropped to her knees as her fingers tugged down on his waistband, pulling his clothes down until his cock smacked against her cheek, heavy and veiny.
Nami stared at it for a second, then leaned in and took a long sniff, her nose brushing along the base as she took a deep sniff while her tongue sneaked out to lick the underside all the way from the balls to the head.
The second her lips touched the tip, Nami moaned like a slut with drool spilling from her mouth before she even started sucking, both hands wrapping around the thick cock as she pumped it slowly, her spit dripping between her fingers and down his balls, her tongue circling under the skin of the tip, spreading the precum across the swollen head.
Nami started sucking hard on Lance's cock like a desperate whore, each pull on her lips making a pop sound as her head bobbed with drool smearing down her chin and neck.
She pulled back only to lick under Lance's balls, sucking one into her mouth and moaning around it before moving back to his cock and taking as deep as she could, gagging as his fat head hit the back of her throat, only managing to fit a third of the 11 inches Lance had.
Lance let out a sigh of satisfaction as he watched Nami like she was a bitch, his hands resting lazily on her head, guiding her only when he felt like it, pressing down whenever he felt like teasing her, Nami tried to take more of him, her throat bulged with every push, wet choking noises mixing with her moans as she drooled all over Lance's cock.
Then he decided to make things a little more fun, "It's normal for women to cum when they suck me off, whether it's a blowjob, throatjob, or titjob," he said, and the moment those words left his mouth, Nami trembled, her thighs shaking as she moaned around his cock, her body twitching, eyes rolling back while she came hard right there, gagging and drooling over him as her pussy dripped onto the deck below.
When she finally pulled back, gasping for air, tears streaked her cheeks, and her lips were swollen red. She looked up at him with her voice shaking, "C-captain… please pop my cherry… please fuck me, I can't take it anymore."