If the Kuja Pirates weren't famously closed off to outsiders—
and if Amazon Lily itself didn't have such a small population, limiting how many Kuja warriors could be trained—
their rate of expansion would've been even faster.
After their long-awaited reunion and a thorough exchange of… affections, even the Pirate Empress—despite her formidable physique—couldn't withstand Borsalino's relentless enthusiasm. Her exquisite body pressed against his as she drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep.
Borsalino, having more than gotten his fill, breathed in the lingering fragrance—and promptly felt restless again.
"…Sigh. If only little Nami were here too,"
he thought greedily, though he didn't have the heart to wake Hancock.
So instead, he connected to the Dimensional Chat Group in his mind, using it to pass the time.
[Kobayashi: @everyone Guys! There's a DRAGON outside my apartment! What do I do?!]
[Haibara Ai: Huh? What kind of nonsense is this?]
[Kujo Jotaro: …Do you need help?]
[Passerby Who Wants Luo Feng's Thighs: I'm jealous… Also, friendly reminder—try remembering what you did last night.]
[Kobayashi: Me? Last night? Let me think… I drank too much and then—WAIT—AAAAAH!]
[Passerby Who Wants Luo Feng's Thighs: Looks like you remembered. Sigh… some people struggle for decades and stay weak, others step outside once and pick up a dragon maid. Life really isn't fair.]
[Borsalino: Oh? Kobayashi-san's dragon maid came knocking already? @KujoJotaro How've you been lately, kid?]
[Passerby Who Wants Luo Feng's Thighs: Admiral! By the way, can chakra be refined in your world?]
[Kujo Jotaro: Doing well. Thanks for asking, Mr. Borsalino.]
[Borsalino: No problem at all. Chakra refinement was easy—just mental and physical energy combined. If nothing unexpected happens, you should be able to do it too, Jotaro. @Orochimaru I've got the Devil Fruits—two Paramecia-types. That work?]
[Orochimaru: That's fine. Paramecia will do.]
[Haibara Ai: @Kobayashi How's the situation now? If it's dangerous, don't forget to ask for help.]
[Orochimaru: Heh. I happen to be free. Afterwards, I'll only need some dragon blood and tissue samples.]
[Passerby Who Wants Luo Feng's Thighs: Uh—Orochimaru-sama, please don't do anything reckless. Kobayashi's dragon maid is absurdly strong. Not someone you want to provoke…]
[Orochimaru: That only makes it more interesting.]
[Borsalino: If you need help, I'm available too~]
[Kobayashi: Um… I think it's okay for now. This might sound weird, but I already agreed to let Tohru stay as my maid…]
[Passerby Who Wants Luo Feng's Thighs: ENVY. JEALOUSY. HATRED. I WANT A DRAGON MAID TOO—!!!]
[Haibara Ai: A dragon maid, huh… If she doesn't randomly burn things down, it actually sounds nice.]
[Borsalino: @Passerby Maid might be hard, but if you want a dragon—how about Millennium Dragons? I remember there being plenty in the East Blue.]
[Orochimaru: Millennium… Dragons? Dragons that live a thousand years?]
[Borsalino: No idea. That's just what they're called. Whether they actually live that long is anyone's guess.]
[Orochimaru: Understood. If possible, I'd like blood and tissue samples. A live specimen would be even better.]
[Passerby Who Wants Luo Feng's Thighs: Thanks, Admiral, but I'll pass. What I really want is a maid… Also, Orochimaru-sama, please don't torment the Millennium Dragons—they're endangered! There are better immortality materials in Admiral's world!]
[Orochimaru: Heh… You really do know a lot. I'm growing increasingly interested in you, Passerby-kun.]
[Borsalino: No maids, but female warriors might be doable.]
[Passerby Who Wants Luo Feng's Thighs: I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T BE INTERESTED IN ME!]
After chatting with the chaotic group for a while, Borsalino suddenly opened his eyes.
What greeted him was Hancock's breathtaking face—and her hazy, intoxicated gaze.
"Borsalino… my lord…"
Hancock straddled him, her flawless pale body fully on display from his angle. Even with Borsalino's iron will, his heartbeat quickened instinctively.
Sensing his burning gaze, Hancock subtly straightened her waist. That fleeting tension was nearly enough to overwhelm even a veteran like him.
"…Still calling me 'my lord'?"
Borsalino forced himself upright, unwilling to lose face.
Amid Hancock's soft gasp, he pulled her into his arms, gently lifting her smooth chin with his fingers and smiling.
"…Darling."
"Mm…"
Hancock's breath was sweet as she wrapped her slender arms around his neck.
And just like that—
another indescribable battle began.
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains.
Hancock awoke from her beautiful dream, her body sore yet filled with a deep, unfamiliar satisfaction.
Her nearly translucent skin glowed under the sunlight—
a shame that the only person worthy of appreciating the view wasn't there.
The Empress's sleeping quarters sat at the highest point on Amazon Lily. The balcony outside offered the finest view on the island—in every possible sense.
"Tsk… impressive figure, shame about the face… Oh? Huge—head. How does she even sleep with that thing?"
Borsalino, wearing nothing but his beach shorts, held a pair of binoculars and casually commented on the Kuja warriors passing through his field of view.
Even if Nami showed up right now, he could honestly claim he wasn't slacking off.
He was just sunbathing to grow stronger—
and incidentally enjoying himself.
"Slacker Admiral" was pure slander.
Buru-buru… buru-buru…
A familiar sound rang out.
Marigold hurried over, holding a Den Den Mushi.
Clearly, this one belonged to Borsalino. As for why his personal Den Den Mushi was on Amazon Lily… well, that was a question worth pondering.
"Moshi moshi—this is the Navy's most handsome Admiral, Borsalino speaking."
He answered lazily.
The person on the other end was clearly choked by the shamelessness, falling silent for several seconds before responding.
"This is Sengoku. Has the Warlord recruitment begun?"
Fleet Admiral Sengoku's voice carried a sense of urgency.
Even a man hailed as the Wise General couldn't remain completely calm when facing an enemy like the Whitebeard Pirates.
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