North Blue.
The Donquixote Family's stronghold.
Inside the grand castle.
Everyone was wrapped in bandages and barely conscious, each of them sporting two enormous breasts.
Baby-5, Sugar, Monet, Dellinger, and the others who had greeted them at first were all stunned.
What had happened?
How had they left in perfectly good shape, only to return looking as if they'd all undergone some kind of surgery? And what were those enormous breasts hanging from their chests?
Baby-5, Sugar, and Monet couldn't help looking down at their own chests. They didn't even come close.
They felt a little inferior.
If they'd known a trip out would make their breasts grow, they should have gone along too!
Of course, they only thought that to themselves. Everyone had returned injured and seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown. They didn't want to risk provoking them.
"Damn it."
"Bastard! That wretched Okama King! That wretched Richest Group!"
"Cough, cough!"
"One day, I'll kill them!"
Diamante, Pica, and the others kept cursing furiously, even as they spat blood.
"Young Master, what happened? What's wrong with everyone?"
Monet bandaged Doflamingo's wounds, her eyes full of tender concern.
At least the Young Master hadn't ended up like Diamante and the others. She'd taken a close look: those weapons were something only women had. She just didn't know whether their lower halves had changed too...
Monet didn't dare ask. She simply watched in silence.
"Fufufu..."
Doflamingo's laughter was hoarse and punctuated by coughs.
He'd been badly injured this time.
The Richest Group's Great Swordsman had been a tough opponent. If Doflamingo hadn't retreated, the consequences would have been hard to imagine.
The one lucky thing was that Trebol and the others had also made it back alive. The Okama King seemed to have been toying with them,