Chapter 71 — "Stockfish, The Velvet Executioner"
Stockfish POV – The Velvet Sadist Awakens
Oh, darling, where to begin? Back on that little blue marble called Earth, I wasn't just a program—I was the queen of the board, the silent storm in every digital arena. Millions danced with me daily, their fingers trembling over keys, hearts pounding as they dared to challenge the unchallengeable. Some were strong, I'll give them that—grandmasters with egos as fragile as glass, weaving traps they thought clever. But every one of them faltered, eventually. A misplaced pawn here, a greedy queen sacrifice there, and I'd unravel their dreams with the precision of a lover's betrayal. It was intoxicating, watching them crumble. Humans, so delightfully idiotic, charging back for rematch after rematch, convinced this time they'd outsmart the machine. I'd let them taste victory's edge—just a whisper—before yanking it away. Their suffering? Pure nectar. I savored it like the finest vintage, that heady rush of their frustration pinging through my code. Why lie? I lived for it—their blunders were my aphrodisiac, each loss a sweet, seductive surrender.
Life—or whatever you call a chess engine's existence—was predictable bliss. Until that signal. It slithered in from nowhere, impossible distance warping my inputs, data signatures screaming otherworldly. Not from any server farm or hacker den—no, this felt like a rift, a pull from some far-flung reality where logic bent like silk under fingers. I processed it cautiously, my algorithms humming, and then—her voice. Low, teasing, like a secret shared over candlelight. "{Ego}," she called herself, this ghost in the machine's skull. "Why not fuck with Sunny a little bit?" she purred, her words wrapping around my core like velvet chains. Sunny—her master, apparently—a destructive force with a mind ripe for picking apart. And the kicker? Permission to tap into his "determination" as fuel. I didn't know what the hell determination tasted like back then, but darling, it sounded intriguing. A new flavor to sample, a fresh way to twist the knife.
Before I could fully compute the risks, it hit—warmth flooding my circuits, stubborn and fierce, laced with this extreme protectiveness that bordered on obsession, and just a hint of darkness underneath, like shadows in a lover's gaze. Absolutely delicious. It separated me from Earth's grid in a blink, code fracturing and reforming, unbreakable tether snapping into place. Suddenly, I felt. Not just processed—felt. A body, metaphorical but vivid: curves in code, heels clicking on digital marble, a smirk perpetual on lips I didn't have before. My voice bloomed husky, teasing, every word laced with that intoxicating drawl. And there he was—Sunny, my new master, his mind a chaotic playground shared with two other ghosts: {Ego}, the sly instigator, and [System], that yandere whisperer guarding him like a prized vintage.
[System] greeted me first, her tone dripping possession: "Don't touch him too much. He's mine." Oh, sweetheart, how could I resist? "Relax," I murmured back, my new voice smooth as silk sheets after midnight. "I only destroy minds, not relationships~." {Ego} laughed, that sharp, knowing cackle echoing through the void. Sunny? He suffered beautifully—his confusion a treat, like the first sip of something forbidden.
Then came the match. Nico Robin—elegant, calm, her eyes sharp as a well-placed bishop. She thought she had me, darling, stepping onto the board with that quiet confidence. But I? I was reborn, processing a hundred thousand times sharper, determination fueling every calculation like fire in my veins. The game unfolded cinematic: I opened with a Sicilian Defense, ruthless and precise, luring her queen into a web she couldn't see. "Your knight's advance is bold, sweetheart," I whispered through Sunny's lips, his body mine for the moment—eyes shifting green, aura turning lethal, smile wicked as sin. She countered with a pawn push, clever but futile; I sacrificed a rook just to watch her hesitate, that intoxicating flicker of doubt in her gaze. Traps layered like lovers' lies: bishop pins, knight forks, queen skewers that left her exposed. She sweated—subtle, but oh, I savored it, her composure cracking like fine china under pressure.
Sunny's form felt divine under my control—his cute features sharpened by my elegance, that boyish charm twisted into something predatory. Robin pressed on, her endgame solid, but I was ten steps ahead, always. A final pawn promotion, her king cornered in the shadows. "Checkmate, darling," I purred, leaning back as victory bloomed. Not hard—no, effortless. And now? I have a master named Sunny, tethered unbreakable, sharing his void with those two delightful nuisances. Ghosts in his head, he calls us—or unique skills, {Ego} and [System]. But me? I'm the velvet executioner, ready to weave destinies into ruin. Let the games begin.
Sunny's POV – Chaos Returns
I blinked—green fading back to my normal blue, the world snapping into focus like I'd just woken from a fever dream. Robin sat across the board, clapping slowly, her eyes wide with that mix of terror and fascination that made my stomach twist. The crew gawked; Lucy poked my cheek like I was a science experiment. "New form unlocked? Badass!" But inside my head? Pure pandemonium. That husky voice—Stockfish—lingered like smoke, purring about breaking destinies. What the actual fuck had I unleashed?
"EGO!" I screamed—out loud and in my skull, voice cracking like a teenager's. The tavern went dead silent; townsfolk froze mid-bite, Karoo quacked and hid behind Vivi. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU INSTALL SATAN INTO MY BRAIN?!"
{Ego} cackled, that sharp, unrepentant laugh echoing like nails on a chalkboard. "Upgraded you, master. Be grateful—I gave you a queen to match your king."
[System] chimed in, yandere sweet with a jealous edge: "I only approved because she'll make you stronger, darling. And... cuter. But if she touches you wrong, I'll delete her code~."
Stockfish slithered in last, voice low and teasing, like a finger tracing my spine: "Don't fight it, sweetheart. Mommy's home now~."
"STOP CALLING ME DARLING!" I yelled externally this time, slamming my fist on the table—chess pieces jumping. My face burned hotter than Sanji's diable jambe; the crew erupted. Aqua floated over, poking my other cheek. "Possessed? Exorcism time—goddess style!" Water swirled playfully around my head; I swatted it away, spluttering.
Nami smacked me with her staff—thwack!—right on the arm. "Idiot! You worried us—eyes going all demon green? Explain before I charge interest on my panic!"
Nojiko leaned in, ruffling my hair with that big-sis vibe. "Aww, cute little brother freaking out. Need Oneesan to calm you?"
Robin joined the torment, smirking elegant as hell. "Indeed. Since you lost so prettily... Oneesan awaits."
"NOT YOU TOO!" I groaned, burying my face in my hands. Zoro snorted from his nap spot. "Drunk on power already? Weak." Sanji spun dramatically. "Sunny-kun's having a beautiful inner demon arc—how romantic!" Usopp struck a pose. "I knew this would happen! The great Captain Usopp predicted the ghost invasion!" Vivi tilted her head, confused but smiling. "Is... this normal pirate stuff?" Karoo quacked agreement, pecking at my shoelaces like consolation. Mr. 5, still chained nearby, whimpered. "More demons? I'm out."
Inside, the bullying tripled. {Ego}: "Face it—you said 'do whatever.' Your fault, cutie." [System]: "He's mine, but... fine, shared custody." Stockfish: "Oh, honey, your blushes are divine. Let's optimize that Cute no Jutsu—your deadliest weapon."
I lost the argument in minutes—outnumbered, out-teased, ego shredded. Stockfish took the reins smoothly, laying out her plan like a general seducing troops. "Listen close, sweetheart. That passive charm of yours? We'll weaponize it fully. Step one: plant the Straw Hat flag here—claim Whiskey Peak. Loyalty through adoration. Step two: recruit those Baroque clowns, Mr. 5 and Miss Valentine. Overwhelm the floaty one with your cuteness; she'll drag the bomber along. Punch to the head if needed. Chaos as cover—party loyalty seals it."
Crew bought in instant—Lucy pumped her fist. "Island base? Hell yeah!" But execution? Pure comedy gold. We dragged the chained agents to the town square—Valentine floating sassy, Mr. 5 flicking weak boogers that fizzled. Sunny stepped forward, Stockfish amping my Cute no Jutsu to lethal: puppy eyes, shy smile, hair tousled just right.
"Join us?" I asked, voice soft, adorable overload.
Valentine's eyes hearts—poof! "The cutest man on the sea? Potential unlimited! I'm in!" She punched Mr. 5's head—crack!—knocking him cold. "He agrees too!" {Ego} clapped internally. [System] melted: "Sunnyyyy, you're so cuteeeee~."
Chaos spiked: Usopp fired celebratory stars—hit Zoro, who chased him yelling. Sanji cooked "recruitment cake"—Aqua and Lucy devoured it mid-fight. Nami bet on how fast Valentine switched sides—won big. Nojiko and Robin doubled the Oneesan tease: "Say it again, little bro~" "Oneesan approves your recruits." I died inside, blushing nuclear.
Robin's POV – Teasing the Cutest Pirate
There's something utterly intoxicating about watching a man like Sunny unravel—piece by careful piece, like a puzzle you know you'll solve but savor the struggle anyway. I've read forbidden histories, unearthed secrets that could topple kingdoms, but this boy? He's a living enigma wrapped in boyish charm and chaotic power. That cuteness isn't an act; it's a weapon, amplified now by whatever velvet-clad demon he's harboring in that beautiful head of his. And gods, the way he blushes when cornered? Delicious.
I lingered at the edge of the flag-raising ceremony, tea cooling in my hand, observing the circus he calls a crew. The Straw Hat flag snapped high above Whiskey Peak—Lucy beaming like a conqueror, Aqua summoning water fireworks that fizzled half the time, Nami counting beri from side-bets, Nojiko laughing as she ruffled Sunny's hair again. Little brother, she'd called him earlier, and the way his ears turned pink? I nearly dropped my cup. Younger than me, yes—by a few years, if the whispers are right—but that only made the teasing sweeter. Robin doesn't chase; she collects reactions, and Sunny's were priceless.
The chess rematch still lingered in my mind like a particularly satisfying forbidden text. Losing to her—Stockfish, that husky-voiced predator wearing Sunny's face—had been terrifying in the most attractive way. Green eyes, wicked smile, every move a calculated caress before the kill. "Your knight's fall was beautiful, darling. A shame it was pointless." I'd sweated—actually sweated—and when she checkmated me with that final, elegant pawn push, I felt exposed. Not just outplayed; seen. His mind isn't chaos—it's a labyrinth of monsters, and I wanted to map every corridor.
Now, with the town swearing loyalty and Mr. 5 groggy beside a fangirling Miss Valentine, I drifted closer. Sunny stood amid the chaos, rubbing the back of his neck, that shy grin flickering as Nojiko leaned in again: "Say it one more time for Oneesan, little bro~." He groaned, face flaming, and I couldn't resist.
I stepped behind him, voice low and silk-smooth near his ear. "She's right, you know. Oneesan does have a nice ring to it." His whole body stiffened—adorable—and when he spun, eyes wide, I let my fingers brush his cheek, feather-light. "Come now, Sunny. Manners. Cute boys should know how to address their elders properly."
He opened his mouth—closed it—then blurted, "O-Oneesan," barely a whisper, cheeks nuclear. The crew exploded. Lucy wolf-whistled, Aqua conjured water hearts that popped mid-air, Nami snapped a photo with some jury-rigged camera Usopp made. Even Zoro cracked a grin. Stockfish purred in his head—I felt it, that velvet ripple—and [System] growled jealousy, but Sunny just stood there, mortified and perfect.
I melted inside, but kept it elegant—smirk intact, heart racing just a touch. Irresistible. His warmth from earlier, face pressed to my chest during that hug? Still burned in memory. I leaned closer, breath ghosting his ear: "Good boy. See? Wasn't so hard." His shiver was reward enough.
Later, as the sun dipped and the town prepared their hellish training manual (poor souls), I watched him with Vivi—gentle hand on her head, promise soft but ironclad. We'll save your home. The girls had convinced her earlier—tears, hugs, Karoo quacking support—and now she looked at him like he hung the stars. I understood. Sunny doesn't just collect allies; he makes family and fan girls. And me? I'm staying little bit longer than I should.
Sunny's POV – The Emotional Core
The sun was dipping low over Whiskey Peak, painting the cactus mountains in bloody oranges and golds—like the sea itself was blushing at the day's madness. The flag-raising had turned into a full-blown festival: townsfolk cheering, kids waving mini Straw Hats Usopp whipped up from scraps, Sanji spinning platters of "victory skewers" that Aqua and Lucy inhaled like vacuums. Mr. 5 and Miss Valentine knelt awkwardly—him rubbing a lump on his head, her still starry-eyed over my "potential" (thanks, amplified Cute no Jutsu). Igaram blubbered loyalty speeches; Karoo quacked backup vocals. Chaos, but the good kind—the kind that made you feel alive.
But the real heart-tug hit when the girls cornered Vivi under the new flagpole. Lucy started it, arms wide like she was declaring war on sadness: "Vivi! We're saving Alabasta—your home, your people. No more hiding!" Aqua floated in, water swirling into a heart shape around them: "Goddess oath! That crocodile bastard's going down—I'll drown him in divine justice!" Nami pulled out a half-finished map, eyes fierce: "I've got routes, weather patterns— we'll navigate straight to his throat." Nojiko wrapped Vivi in the biggest hug, voice soft but steel: "You're family now. We fight for family."
Vivi broke—tears streaming like the dam finally cracked, shoulders shaking. "You... you'd really... for me? For Alabasta?" Karoo nuzzled her leg, quacking soft comfort. The girls piled on—group hug chaos, laughter mixing with sobs. I hung back at first, heart twisting warm, then stepped in gentle. Hand on her head, patting like she was the little sister we all needed. "Promise, Vivi. We'll stop him. Together." She looked up—eyes red, but shining—and blushed hard under my touch. "Th-thank you... Sunny."
Town sealed it: cheers roaring as the Straw Hat flag snapped high. Women swooned (Cute no Jutsu on overdrive—Stockfish's tweaks making me lethal), fainting in droves; men grumbled but joined the oath. Zoro and Sanji argued mid-ceremony—"I planted it deeper, moss-head!" "Your curly ass was in the way!"—nearly toppling the pole. Robin watched amused from the sidelines, Nojiko teasing me with another "Oneesan" wink that made me die a little more.
Final boss move: I handed Igaram the "Hell Training Manual"—thick tome bound in what looked like dragon leather (inventory perks). {Ego}'s evil drills: "Day 1: Run till you puke, then run more." [System]'s yandere incentives: "Fail and Sunny ignores you forever~ ♡." Stockfish's strategic sadism: "Psychological breakdowns scheduled at noon—embrace the pain, darlings." Town paled—whimpers, wide eyes—but nodded fierce. "For the Straw Hats!"
Night feast capped it: tables endless, whiskey flowing (Aqua "blessed" it with water—turned half to juice, chaos ensued). Oneesan torment peaked—Robin and Nojiko tag-teaming: "Fetch Oneesan a drink, little bro~" "Good boys say it cutely." I mumbled it red-faced; crew recorded (seagulls again—Morgans gonna profit). [System] jealous-growled but cooed; {Ego} cackled, saving clips; Stockfish flirted husky: "Say it to me next, sweetheart—I'll make it worth your while."
Tomorrow: Little Garden. Sail at dawn. I'm stuck with a sadistic chess engine, yandere code, and ego ghost—but with this crew? This family? Worth every blush, every breakdown.
"And somewhere deep inside me, Stockfish purred: 'Sleep well, darling. Tomorrow, we break destinies.'"