[* 3rd Person POV *]
His arm swung forward…
The soft, pale hand of Saint Charlos descended with all the strength a pampered World Noble could muster.
It was not the trained punch of a fighter. It was the furious, clumsy, entitled slap of a man who had never once in his life been denied anything.
The impact landed squarely on the soft, sensitive outer curve of Robin's massive left breast, still flattened against the wet stage floor from her humiliating face down pose.
The flesh deformed under the blow with a wet, heavy thud that seemed to echo longer than it should have.
The shockwave of pain mixed with forced, overwhelming pleasure shot straight through Robin's body like a current of pure electricity.
Every nerve that had been pushed to the edge by the barnacles, the pool scrubbing, the crawling, the public stripping, and the constant verbal degradation finally snapped.
A violent, full body orgasm ripped through her in front of the entire packed auction house.
Robin's eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible. Her mouth opened in a silent, trembling cry that turned into a broken, high pitched moan as her pussy clenched hard and then erupted.
A thick, forceful squirt of clear fluid sprayed out between her widely spread thighs in a powerful arc, splashing across the polished wood and soaking the boots of several nearby servants.
Her massive breasts jiggled violently from the force of the climax even while still pressed flat to the floor.
Her thick, heart shaped ass clenched and released in rhythmic waves, the deep cleft on full display.
The explosive collar around her neck rattled softly with every tremor that ran through her body.
The crowd watched in stunned silence for a full two seconds before the hall exploded into fresh laughter, gasps, and jeers.
"She came from getting slapped in the tit!"
"The Devil Child just squirted on the floor like a broken whore!"
"Eighty million Beli and she cums from a World Noble's hand like a trained pet!"
"Look at that ass still twitching! She's loving it!"
"Some 'Demon of Ohara' she turned out to be!"
Robin's mind floated in the same euphoric haze that had carried her through every previous humiliation, but a new, sharp thread of irritation had begun to weave through the pleasure.
'He's so weak… that slap barely registered as pain, yet my body is still milking every second of this public degradation. Still… this man-child is becoming genuinely annoying. His voice, his face, the way he looks at me like I'm already broken furniture'
'Normally I would have loved this... But I don't know why but he is just absolutely annoying!'
Charlos, emboldened by the reaction and completely unaware of the dangerous line he had just crossed, raised his soft hand again for a second strike.
He laughed, high and nasal, the sound of pure, unchallenged entitlement.
"See? Even the famous pirate bitch is just a toy that squirts when a god touches her! I'll beat that smug, used up look off your face next. You're nothing but thick, inferior flesh for my entertainment-"
Something inside Robin finally snapped.
The elegant, patient, long suffering part of her that had endured the warehouse, the barnacles, the underwater cleaning, the forced crawling as a living mount, the public stripping, and the endless stream of degrading commentary reached its absolute limit with this particular man child.
The euphoria did not disappear- it simply made room for something colder and far more dangerous.
She moved.
In one fluid, terrifying motion Robin pushed herself up from the floor. Her naked body still glistening with water, residual fluids, and the fresh evidence of her public orgasm.
Rose with the speed and precision of a predator that had been holding back for far too long.
Her right fist, the same hand that had once felled far stronger opponents and read the poneglyphs of forgotten civilizations, clenched tight.
She drove it forward with the full force of her Succubus bloodline enhanced strength, years of combat experience, and the accumulated frustration of every humiliation she had willingly endured that day.
The punch connected with Charlos's bubble helmeted face.
The sound was catastrophic.
The reinforced glass of the bubble helmet shattered outward in a spiderweb of cracks before exploding completely in a spray of glittering shards.
Charlos's soft, pampered body was lifted clean off his feet as if he weighed nothing.
He flew across the entire length of the massive auction house like a pale, screaming ragdoll. Tables overturned in his path.
Buyers screamed and dove for cover. He crashed through the far wall in a cloud of splintered wood, plaster, gold leaf, and expensive decorations, leaving a perfect, cartoonish Charlos shaped hole in the outer structure of the building.
Debris rained down into the street below.
Silence fell like a guillotine blade.
For three full seconds no one in the auction house moved.
No one breathed.
The only sound was the soft drip of water from the shattered tank and the distant clatter of falling debris outside. Then the realization hit every pirate, every buyer, every servant, and every resident of Sabaody at the exact same moment.
A World Noble had been struck.
A Celestial Dragon had been punched in the face by a naked pirate.
The worst possible crime in the entire world had just been committed in full view of hundreds of witnesses.
Somewhere far away, in the highest offices of Marine Headquarters, Den Den Mushi began to scream in unison.
Emergency channels lit up across the seas. The Buster Call protocols that existed solely for this exact situation activated with cold, automatic efficiency.
Three names were spoken in the same breath by the highest authorities of the World Government..
Kizaru.
Aokiji.
Akainu.
Any one of them could now appear at the island at any time...
On Sabaody the atmosphere changed in an instant. The laughing, jeering crowd turned pale as death.
People began backing away from the stage as if Robin's naked body had become radioactive.
The servants who had been handling her dropped to their knees so hard that several of them cracked the floorboards, pressing their faces to the wet wood in pure terror.
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