A Month-Long Treatment

After saying that, he seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly added, "As long as you persist with treatment for about a month, you will definitely be able to fully recover." Before he finished speaking, Moke, while speaking, showed a look of "surprise" on his face and involuntarily leaned closer, staring intently at Boa Hancock's beautiful face without blinking.

"Huh... that's really strange! I remember that Ulti and Page One's Celestial Dragon Hoof Mark were clearly visible on their faces. When I first saw you, I thought you were the same, but maybe you had cleverly covered them up with something special. But now that I'm looking at you up close, wow, your face is so smooth and delicate, like white jade, there's absolutely no trace of anything there!"

Upon hearing this, Boa Hancock instinctively shifted her body slightly to the side, turning her face away a little. But in that instant, her heart sank, as if a huge boulder had pressed down on it. Then, she looked up at Moke with a shocked expression and asked softly, "Does it really require massaging for a full half hour every day for a whole month to completely remove it?"

As she spoke, a hint of shyness unconsciously crept into her beautiful eyes. After all, only she knew best that the Celestial Dragon Hoof Mark on her body wasn't just on her face, but located in that extremely private area on her back... How could a woman easily allow a complete stranger to massage her back for half an hour? Especially for half a month straight? Wouldn't that be giving him an enormous advantage? Thinking of this, Boa Hancock's pretty face flushed slightly, as delicate and beautiful as a peach blossom in spring.

At the same time, she snapped back to her senses, a hint of anger flashing across her face. Moke shrugged unhurriedly, explaining calmly, "There's a world of difference between the two. I only demonstrated the rapid healing to prove my abilities. However, that was just a fresh wound, incomparable to an old wound like the Celestial Dragon Hoof Mark that's been there for over ten years."

Hearing this, Boa Hancock was speechless for a moment. Indeed, the difference between a new wound and an old one was obvious and drastically different. After a brief silence, a conflicted expression appeared on her face, but she finally gritted her teeth and said as if she had made up her mind, "Alright! Then please help me completely remove this Celestial Dragon Hoof Mark!" With that, she slowly turned around, closed her eyes slightly, and adopted a posture of complete submission.

Moke slowly raised her head, and the first thing that caught her eye was Boa Hancock's jet-black, glossy, silky hair, cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall. It swayed gently in the breeze, as if exuding a captivating fragrance.

Moke's gaze shifted slightly downwards, and he was immediately drawn to Boa Hancock's slender waist. Her waist was so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand, its lines smooth and graceful, like a fine work of art.

Looking further down, one sees Boa Hancock's round, firm buttocks. They are both full and firm, perfectly shaped, inspiring endless imagination and allure.

The gaze continued to travel, finally settling on Boa Hancock's long, straight, fair, and delicate legs. Those legs were breathtakingly beautiful, every inch of her skin radiating an alluring glow.

"Hiss..." Moke involuntarily gasped. At this moment, he felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his throat, and he could no longer remain calm. Who else in this world could be so close to Boa Hancock's perfect figure? And in such a slightly ambiguous way.

For a moment, Moke was completely stunned, utterly lost in thought. He simply couldn't believe that the usually proud and aloof Boa Hancock would act so "easily"! However, at this moment, with her back to Moke, a faint blush quietly appeared on Boa Hancock's beautiful face. Moke just didn't notice it.

Just then, Moke suddenly came to his senses. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed the words back. He had wanted to remind Boa Hancock that she hadn't agreed to his previous conditions, but faced with such a moving scene, the words became difficult to utter.

However, when such a scene unfolds before their eyes, how many people can truly remain calm? In the next instant, Boa Hancock gently and slowly lifted her shirt. Instantly, her flawless, exquisitely beautiful back, as smooth as white jade, was revealed without reservation to everyone, along with her slender waist, as delicate as a water snake, seemingly fragile yet possessing an alluring charm, leaving everyone mesmerized. Moreover, there was a subtle... "Gulp..." Moke, standing nearby, couldn't help but swallow hard. This couldn't be blamed on his lewd behavior or his inability to resist women. Ask yourself, who in... After witnessing the Empress's alluring display, could anyone remain Shisui and unmoved? At this moment, Moke felt his throat dry and his mouth parched. If it weren't for the inappropriate location and timing, he probably would have been unable to suppress his impulse and pounced on her, taking her right there and then... "Huff..." Moke took a deep breath, trying his best to calm his restless heart. Finally, he forced himself to extend his right hand, and instantly, a sinister Ghost Aura containing the power of the Holy Sword surged from his palm and quickly coiled around it.

"Huff, huff, huff..." Boa Hancock gasped for breath, her bellows-like breathing unusually clear in the quiet room. She staggered back to her quarters. At that moment, she felt as if her entire body was engulfed in flames, every inch of her skin burning, especially her cheeks and body, which were frighteningly hot.

However, despite her physical discomfort, Boa Hancock dared not delay for a moment. She suppressed her discomfort and strode to the large bronze mirror placed in the corner of the room. Upon reaching the mirror, she unhesitatingly reached out and gently lifted her clothes, exposing the Celestial Dragon Hoof Mark that had once caused her immense pain and shame to the mirror.

This Celestial Dragon Hoof Mark had been with her for over ten years, and Boa Hancock knew its appearance by heart. Therefore, she could immediately notice even the slightest change. And at this moment, she clearly saw that the Celestial Dragon Hoof Mark, which was originally deeply imprinted on her skin like a hideous demon, had undergone a significant change!

The mark left by the merciless branding iron now seemed much lighter, its color no longer as deep and glaring as before, but slightly faded. This change, though seemingly insignificant, was a tremendous surprise to Boa Hancock. She knew that removing the Celestial Dragon Hoof Mark was virtually impossible, yet now, with just a simple massage from Moke, such a remarkable effect had been achieved!

Boa Hancock's lips began to curl into an uncontrollable smile, a surge of joy welling up within her, impossible to suppress. This Celestial Dragon Hoof Mark was, for her, more than just an ugly scar; it was a nightmare that haunted her entire life. Every time she saw this hateful mark, those unbearable memories would resurface, plunging her into endless pain and humiliation.

"It's real... that guy really didn't lie to me..." Boa Hancock murmured involuntarily, her voice trembling slightly with excitement. She stared wide-eyed at herself in the mirror, afraid that it was all just a dream. After a long while, once she was sure that what she saw was not an illusion, a crystal tear slid down her beautiful face.

In that instant, her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past, to when Moke was treating her wounds. As his hands gently pressed and rubbed her injured areas, a strange and mysterious power flowed slowly into her skin like a trickle from his fingertips.

The feeling was initially ticklish, but not unbearable. Instead, it was like being gently brushed by a soft feather, bringing an indescribable comfort and pleasure. For a woman, facing a man who has shown her great kindness, a special feeling will naturally arise deep within her heart. Especially when this man not only has such intimate physical contact with her, but more importantly, when this is the first time in her life she has been so close to a man, then his position in her heart will rise rapidly like a rocket.

If a man not only possesses extraordinary skills and exceptional strength but also boasts a handsome appearance, then such a man is undoubtedly extremely charming. Boa Hancock at this moment is the best example; just as described in the original work, she has suddenly fallen deeply infatuated with Luffy. And at this moment, she also feels a lingering affection for Moke... even a sense of unfulfilled longing, secretly yearning to relive that wonderful feeling once more.

In an instant, Boa Hancock's beautiful face turned as red as a ripe apple, exquisitely beautiful. Her delicate body trembled, as if all her strength had been drained away, and she collapsed limply onto the bed.

Her body twisted involuntarily, as if struggling against some unseen force. A hint of confusion and bewilderment flickered in her captivating eyes as she murmured softly, "What's wrong with me? Am I ill?"

You see, this is an Amazon Lily of women! Boa Hancock, who grew up here, knows absolutely nothing about love. She doesn't understand what it feels like to fall in love with someone, let alone what it's like to miss someone.

Yet at this very moment, she felt with crystal clarity and intensity that her mind was completely filled with Moke's handsome, imposing, and captivating face. No matter how hard she tried to banish the image from her mind, each time she attempted to do so, the figure not only failed to disappear as she wished, but instead became clearer and clearer, as if it were deeply engraved in her heart, impossible to erase.

She felt her heart pounding wildly and erratically, like a frightened deer, the rapid heartbeat causing intense discomfort that was almost unbearable. At the same time, an indescribable pain surged up, quickly engulfing her. This pain was so profound that she couldn't escape it, as if she had completely lost control of her body.

Time slipped away unnoticed, and it passed by incredibly quickly. In the blink of an eye, dawn was breaking, and a new day—the morning of the second day—had arrived. Throughout the night, Moke tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. His thoughts were like a tangled mess, constantly intertwining and making it impossible for him to calm down and drift off to sleep.

And Boa Hancock, on the other side, was in the same situation. Her burning heart had long been completely occupied by him, so much so that she tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. The night grew deeper, but the image in her mind became clearer and clearer, leaving her with no chance of sleep.

Finally, the first rays of dawn crept onto the windowsill, and Boa Hancock, unable to contain her excitement any longer, got out of bed early. She dressed quietly, careful not to wake the others who were still fast asleep. After washing up, she stood quietly by the window, gazing at the gradually bustling streets outside, pondering how this new day would unfold.

Meanwhile, that person, like Boa Hancock, had also spent the entire night sleepless, longing for each other. He, too, eagerly rose at the crack of dawn, hastily tidied himself up, and rushed out of his room, ready to face new challenges and opportunities. Although the complex thoughts of the previous night still lingered in his mind like spiderwebs, he knew that life had to go on, and he couldn't remain immersed in past memories forever.

As they slowly pushed open the heavy door, they were surprised to find that they had both walked out at the same time. In an instant, their eyes met in the air, like two bolts of Inazuma colliding.

Moke's eyes, which had been as calm as still water, suddenly blazed like a bonfire, so intense that they seemed to scorch the surrounding air. This was because Boa Hancock, who stood before him, had a beautiful face that, though slightly weary, possessed a delicate charm that, like a flower in the morning mist, evoked a tenderness that stirred feelings of pity and tenderness.

Boa Hancock's eyes were slightly lowered, her gaze hazy and dreamy, like a pool of spring water rippling gently. Yet, beneath that seemingly weary expression, there was a perfectly balanced air of irresistible languor. This languor was not a state of lifelessness or listlessness; on the contrary, it was like a flower quietly blooming in spring, silently exuding a captivating fragrance. It was a natural ease and elegance, as if the clamor of the world around her was irrelevant, and no matter how vicissitudes of life might change, nothing could disturb the tranquility she found in her own world at this moment.

What's even more wondrous is that within this languidness, there's a subtle, almost imperceptible, affection. That affection is like a wisp of smoke rising slowly from the mountains at dawn, ethereal and dreamlike. This unique interplay and reflection gives Boa Hancock an unparalleled charm and an irresistible allure.

Her beauty truly transcended the limits of mortal description. All who beheld her were speechless with astonishment, their hearts pounding uncontrollably. That face, capable of captivating all, seemed to possess some mysterious and unfathomable magic; with just a glance, it could pierce through the deepest, most hidden defenses of the heart, reaching the very depths of the soul with unimpeded ease.

However, at this breathtaking moment, a scene that shocked everyone unfolded— Boa Hancock's long, straight legs suddenly went limp as if they had lost all strength. Had she not reacted with extraordinary agility, swiftly extending her right hand to firmly steady herself against the doorframe beside her, this stunning beauty would likely have fallen to the ground in a disheveled state, her image utterly ruined.

Moreover, her long legs were pressed tightly together without any gap, like two tightly closed city gates, trying to firmly lock away some surging yet indescribable emotional fluctuations deep within her heart. This posture seemed somewhat deliberate and tense, as if if she loosened her grip even slightly, those hidden emotions would pour out like water bursting from a dam.

Meanwhile, Moke remained lost in thought, like a statue frozen in place. His empty, lifeless eyes stared blankly ahead, oblivious to everything around him. Time relentlessly passed, each second feeling incredibly long, as if the entire world had abandoned him in this remote corner.

However, just when everyone thought Moke would sink into this state forever, something suddenly touched his long-numbed nerves. In an instant, as if jolted awake from a long and terrifying nightmare, his body involuntarily trembled. Then, he blinked hard, and his previously confused and muddled eyes slowly began to focus, gradually becoming clear and sharp. With the return of consciousness, he finally completely shook off his previous dazed state and regained his senses.

When he saw what was before him, a radiant smile immediately spread across his face. It was a smile so warm and welcoming, it seemed capable of melting even the hardest winter ice. Then, he excitedly raised his right hand and waved gently towards Boa Hancock not far away, calling out enthusiastically, "Good morning! Beautiful lady!"

Moke's voice, like the first ray of morning sunlight, pierced through layers of mist and reached Boa Hancock's ears. Hearing this clear and loud greeting, Boa Hancock's graceful body trembled slightly, like a startled fawn, appearing somewhat flustered.

She unconsciously bit her luscious, cherry-red lips, as if trying to hide her inner turmoil. Then, she slowly lowered her head, her long eyelashes obscuring her captivating eyes, making it impossible to discern the emotions within them.

After a moment, Boa Hancock gently parted her delicate, rose-petal-like lips and uttered a sound as soft as a mosquito's buzz. Her voice was so gentle, like ripples on a calm lake caused by a gentle breeze, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping fairies around her. She responded softly, in a voice barely audible to herself, "Good morning..."

Although her voice was as soft as the rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze, so subtle that it would be easily missed if one were not paying attention, the shyness and tenderness hidden within that delicate voice were like a flower quietly unfolding its petals under the spring sun. While not deliberately flaunting its beauty, it still managed to release a captivating and intoxicating fragrance, drawing listeners into its gentle atmosphere without them even realizing it.

At this moment, Moke, standing to one side, was intently gazing at the gentle, charming, and beautiful woman before him. He slowed his speech slightly and said softly, "Tonight, at the same time, I will once again come to assist you with your follow-up treatment." His words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the previously peaceful atmosphere.

Upon hearing these words, Boa Hancock's entire body trembled involuntarily, as if struck by lightning. Then, a blush of shy blush, like the surging tide at high tide, rapidly crept onto her snow-white, jade-like cheeks. This made her already elegant and refined face even more pitiful and alluring.

Not only that, even her beautiful eyes, like those of a frightened fawn, dared to look away in panic, unable to meet Moke's gaze. However, despite her immense shyness and pounding heart, she ultimately bit her lip gently, nodded slightly, and agreed, "Mmm!"

However, beneath her seemingly calm exterior lay a turbulent and turbulent inner world. Her heart was filled with endless anticipation and longing for the approaching night; a burning desire blazed within her like a fierce flame, growing ever stronger.