Chapter 49: Drum Island Arrival & Wapol's Provocation
Besides the mature woman Catherine, Carmen, Miss Valentine embedded in the wall, and the blonde girl previously given to the shell, there were still 9 graceful and curvaceous beauties lying face-down on the ground.
After prolonged erosion by aphrodisiac, these women's reason had long vanished—leaving only unbearable heat in their lower abdomens and desperate craving for pleasure.
I walked to a black-haired girl. She immediately cast pleading eyes toward me.
Reaching out—I rubbed her soft breasts—immediately drawing high-pitched muffled whimpers. Her eyes shone with excitement—nodding rapidly—clearly begging for more stimulation.
But I withdrew my hand—eliciting another round of desperate moans.
These beauties had been left like this for so long—it was time to let them feel some relief.
I issued commands to the tentacle nest. The tentacles gagging the 9 women's mouths began continuously injecting lewd insect eggs. These eggs would hatch while passing through the digestive system—settling in the intestines—growing to a certain size before crawling out through the anus—then climbing to the women's chests to suckle milk and continue growing. Once mature—they would be recycled into Desire Points—providing me profit.
Next—I injected a shot of hormone into each pair of breasts (varying sizes). The effect: breasts would begin constant lactation—and with increasing pleasure and lactation frequency—breasts would continuously enlarge—milk production growing ever greater.
From the floor I summoned tentacles. Some slender ones coiled around clits and inserted into urethras—finally delivering the long-craved stimulation. Nine thick tentacles pressed against the women's honey pots—rubbing back and forth.
Amid rising muffled moans—the tentacle nest became lively.
Whenever a woman produced an insect—as reward—one of those thick tentacles would thrust into her pussy—pounding for a while.
Reaching climax might be difficult—but slightly relieving desire was possible.
These tentacles would also discharge low-voltage electricity once daily—stimulating full-body muscle activity—preventing atrophy from prolonged immobilization.
Now these beauties had truly become breeding beds. Thinking of the substantial Desire Points—I felt a surge of excitement.
Sadi had finished breakfast by now—ready to pick up her whip and continue tormenting Carmen—when I stopped her.
I exchanged a control collar from the Desire System—dripped a drop of blood on it—then fastened it around Carmen's neck.
With a thought—the collar tightened—strangling Carmen's throat. Unable to breathe—her face flushed crimson. After a moment—I relaxed the collar.
"This is called a control collar. No one but me can remove it. With this—I can strangle you to death anytime. Understand?"
Regaining breath—Carmen breathed heavily through her nose—staring at me in fear—and nodded.
Then I released the fleshy walls restraining Carmen's limbs—and removed the tentacle gagging her mouth.
After maintaining one position so long—the moment the restraints loosened—Carmen collapsed weakly to the ground—panting.
"Take her outside later. Train her however you like—but until you turn her into a slave that satisfies me—you can't touch anyone else."
"Going outside is fine—staying here too long gets boring anyway, hmm~"
Sadi took her whip—lashed Carmen once. "Get up, slave—who allowed you to slack off? Hmm~"
I could only smile bitterly and shake my head—Sadi really was quite vicious.
"Who the hell are you people? Let me go now! How dare you treat me like this—I won't let you get away with it!"
After catching her breath—Carmen spoke weakly—but her tone remained extremely defiant.
I looked at Sadi with interest—signaling her to respond.
Sadi smiled knowingly—lashed Carmen again.
"Impossible to let you go—because you're already a slave now. Our private property."
Sadi whipped Carmen relentlessly. Powerless Carmen could only weakly twist her body—trying to dodge the vicious lashes.
"Looks like you can't go out yet for now. Just stay here and tame her first."
If Carmen went out in this state—she'd definitely affect others. Especially Vivi and Igaram—they might try to help her—creating awkwardness.
After leaving the tentacle nest—I went to the deck.
Perhaps influenced by me—Nami and the others loved coming to the deck. The number of lounge chairs had increased.
Right now everyone was on deck—lively atmosphere. Even the mobility-limited Igaram lay in a lounge chair sunbathing.
Nami, Vivi, and Kaya sat on lounge chairs chatting. Nojiko was pruning branches near the orange trees.
Upon close observation—Nami and Nojiko both looked somewhat unnatural—but Vivi and Igaram assumed it was due to physical discomfort and didn't think much of it.
I also sat in a lounge chair—greeted everyone—then spread mental energy. I quickly located the shell following behind the ship—it seemed slightly larger—floating lightly in the water.
Good—it hadn't been lost. After all—this shell cost me a fortune. Losing it would hurt.
Because Vivi and Igaram were present—I couldn't do anything to the women. So I took out a Seastone brick—began injecting lightning—smelting while cultivating my fruit ability.
Except for meal times when I went to Nest 2 to deliver food to Sadi (and incidentally relieve myself with Catherine's mouth)—the rest of the time was mostly spent on deck—cultivating while chatting with everyone. Of course—Nami and Nojiko remained in constant torment.
Leisurely days passed unknowingly—two days went by. Drum Island finally appeared in our sight.
It was a winter island—the entire land covered in endless white snow. Several towering columnar peaks rose into the clouds.
"So tall…" Looking at those snow-covered peaks—I couldn't help sighing—while feeling even greater admiration for Luffy. In the original story—to save Nami—Luffy carried her and Sanji up the steepest central peak by hand.
But I had nothing to do on this island—so I planned to dock briefly—wait for the Log Pose to finish recording—then depart immediately.
Compared to island adventures—I much preferred playing with beauties on the ship. However—things rarely go as planned. I didn't want trouble—but trouble sometimes finds you.
A row of figures appeared on the cliff by the shore—surrounding the warship docked at the river mouth.
The scene was strikingly similar to Luffy's arrival at Drum Island.
I smiled bitterly—looked like I'd have to spend effort explaining to this armed mob again.
Just as I prepared to act—one figure on shore spoke first.
"People on the ship—listen up! You're surrounded by the Drum Kingdom army! Drop your weapons immediately and come ashore for inspection!"
"Hm? Army?"
Curiously I spread mental energy—confirming the shore wasn't civilians—but a group of soldiers. The one shouting was an afro-haired man wearing knuckle dusters.
"This looks like that Munch-Munch Fruit user's subordinate… why is he here?"
I felt puzzled.
But I had no interest in conflict—so I responded:
"We're a merchant ship—no malice. Rest assured—we won't land. We'll leave immediately once the Log Pose finishes recording by the shore."
"Merchant ship? Doesn't matter—even if you don't plan to land—you'll still be inspected. We're boarding to search for suspicious items."
While speaking—the afro man's eyes clearly showed greed.
"Search?! Hmph!"
My feet left the deck—I floated into the air—clothes fluttering in the wind. "Try searching—see what happens?!"
Their arrogance and greed ignited my anger. Lightning crackled in my hands—ready to strike.
"Hmph! Playing tricks! Everyone—orders! This suspicious ship refuses inspection—I suspect they intend harm to Drum Kingdom! Arrest everyone aboard immediately!"
The afro man showed a treacherous smile—as if already seeing the ship's wealth.
"Is this Drum Kingdom's way of welcoming guests?"
With a wave—except for the afro man—all soldiers on shore instantly lost consciousness—collapsing. Naturally—my mental power's work.
"30 Million Volts Discharge—Thunder Lance!"
I pointed at the afro man—a dazzling azure light pillar shot at extreme speed—striking him.
BOOM! The afro man was instantly blasted away—whereabouts unknown.
Then I lightly floated back to the deck—immediately met with everyone's admiring gazes.
"Mr. Lin Xiu—you're so powerful!"
Vivi said excitedly—the stronger I was—the greater hope of defeating Crocodile.
"I already knew Mr. Lin Xiu was powerful—but now it seems even stronger than I imagined."
Igaram timely flattered.
"Hehe—overpraised."
I responded calmly—but inside I was floating with satisfaction. So this is how it feels to show off.
Then we continued on deck—munching snacks and chatting—waiting for the Log Pose to finish recording. Compared to adventure—we were more like a tour group.
Another few dozen minutes passed—commotion erupted again on shore. Mental scan showed more soldiers swarming toward the coast—led by a man riding a hippo. Having read the original—I knew this was the Munch-Munch Fruit user—Drum Kingdom's king. Couldn't recall the name—some trash anyway.
In the original—he was chased away by Blackbeard—became a wandering pirate. But now—Blackbeard apparently hadn't arrived yet—this trash was still comfortably king.
Continuing to wait nonchalantly—a large group soon arrived grandly at the shore.
Click-clack! With the sound of rifles cocking—countless gun barrels aimed at us from shore.
The hippo-riding man leaped from his mount—landing on deck—appraising us.
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