The sunny Hachinosu Island, the sea breeze carries a salty smell.
In the center is the main Villa of Allen, surrounded by buildings of different styles.
"Husband Lord belongs to me alone! You shameless women, stay away from him!"
Empress blocked the door of the main Villa, with his arms spread out, trying to block all female creatures.
She exudes a pink aura of charm.
"Hey! Slut! Allen belongs to everyone! Get out of the way!"
Yamato, carrying Glazed Sword, rushed over in a furious manner, pointing the tip of his sword directly at Hancock.
"If you block the road again, be careful and I'll chop you!"
Allen Looking at the chaotic scene outside, Allen rubbed his temples.
"Oh, it's not easy to be the master of the harem..."
He flashed, disappeared on the spot, and entered the luxurious "cell" deep in Kamui Space.
Imu is still wearing the gorgeous but damaged robe that was soaked and then forcibly dried by Space Ability.
He was not lying on the bed, but like a soulless sculpture, standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the door.
Hearing the sound of Allen coming in, he turned around suddenly. In his deep eyes, the flames of anger were more blazing than before, almost burning Allen to death, but what was deeper was the despair and humiliation of being unable to break free from the shackles.
He didn't speak, he just used his eyes to convey a thousand words of curses.
"Hey, you look in good spirits? You look much better than before."
Allen ignored the murderous gaze and moved his muscles on his own, "In that fight at Mary Geoise, my bones were almost falling apart and my body was dirty."
He deliberately sniffed the non-existent smell of sweat on his body.
Allen stretched greatly, his bones crackling softly, and then looked at Imu with a sincere smile, "I'm exhausted. Imu, how about we take a bath and relax together?"
"Despicable ant! Wishful thinking! I am the master of Empty Throne! How can I be with you... I would rather my soul be completely annihilated and my body turn into decay! I will never suffer this shame and humiliation! Don't even think about it..."
Imu's roar swept through the entire space like a storm, filled with extreme anger and humiliation that had never been seen in eight hundred years. However, before he could finish his harsh words, his voice stopped abruptly.
Her body was completely out of control, like a puppet manipulated by invisible strings, walking stiffly and step by step towards the bathroom!
His eyes instantly changed from anger to extreme horror and disbelief.
The bathroom was filled with mist and the sweet smell of strawberries.
Allen was already lying comfortably in a huge jacuzzi full of pink bubbles, with only his head and shoulders exposed, and a small "crown" of funny bubbles on his head.
He was humming a cheerful version of the off-key ditty "Rumbel of Wine" happily, and he was holding a little rubber duck in his hand, which made a "quacking" sound when he squeezed it from time to time.
Imu stood stiffly under the huge rain shower.
The cold water washed over him mercilessly.
The luxurious robe was instantly soaked and clung to his body, outlining his thrilling curves and making him look even more embarrassed.
Water drops slid down his long silver hair and perfect cheeks, and it was hard to tell whether they were water or tears of humiliation.
His expression was distorted to the extreme, and he bit his lower lip tightly, almost bleeding. His eyes were fixed on Allen in the bathtub. If he could emit lasers, Allen would have been wiped out long ago.
Allen had finished playing with the little yellow duck and placed it on the floating tray. He turned his head and looked at the wooden stake-like Imu. He blinked and said, "Hey, don't just stand and flush. The water fee is very expensive. Seeing as you are idle, you are also idle. Come over and rub my back? Well, the bath ball is over there."
Following his words, Imu's body moved uncontrollably again.
He bent down extremely stiffly, picked up the fluffy pink bath ball, and then started to mechanically rub Allen's back in a robotic, extremely stiff motion, as if he was wiping a dangerous explosive.
With every contact, Imu's body tensed up, and the anger and humiliation in his eyes almost materialized.
Allen also commented seriously. "Well, the strength is okay... but the angle is not right... Yes, right there, a little below the shoulder blade... His, your nails are a bit long, remember to cut them next time..."
During the whole process, Imu's heart was roaring crazily, and the silent scream almost tore his soul apart.
Eight hundred years of majesty and supreme status have now been reduced to a slave giving a bath to the enemy!
This humiliation is thousands of times worse than death!
After taking a shower, the two of them moved to the King Size bed.
Allen put on comfortable pajamas, while Imu was forced to put on... cotton pajamas with a little yellow duck pattern on them, which made him extremely embarrassed and angry.
Allen looked at Imu's expression of wanting to die together, and suddenly touched his chin with a look of reminiscence. "Speaking of which... before at Rock Island, you stabbed me more than a dozen times, the blades were ruthless and the angles were tricky..."
Allen's smile gradually faded, and there was a trace of teasing in his eyes.
"It is not a gentleman not to repay a grudge. You stabbed me more than ten times. This debt must be calculated carefully, right?"
He slowly approached Imu, whose body tensed instantly and whose eyes were full of alertness and fear.
The process of "in-depth communication".
Imu's soul is roaring, cursing, and struggling crazily.
Although his body was unable to make any substantial resistance under the Soul Imprisonment, every inch of his muscles was as tight as iron, full of silent resistance.
He closed his eyes tightly and turned his head away, trying to block out all senses. Tears of humiliation finally fell uncontrollably.
There are only thoughts of destruction in my heart: Kill this blasphemer! Destroy everything!
However, the body is honest.
After eight hundred years of loneliness, the intimate contact he had never experienced before, even if it was forced, coupled with Allen's deliberate and skillful teasing, his physiological instincts began to go against his will.
A strange, frightening tingling sensation was like an electric current, quietly growing and spreading where he was touched.
He was horrified to find that his breathing became rapid uncontrollably, his skin began to get hot, and even... some parts of his body began to have shameful reactions!
This complete separation of body and will made him collapse more than simple pain.
"No! Stop! This... this is not my will! Despicable devil! What evil means did you use?!" Imu screamed in his heart.
When a peak-like wave swept through his body uncontrollably, Imu's mind went blank for an instant.
What followed was an even more turbulent sense of humiliation and self-loathing that almost overwhelmed him!
"Ahhhh--! I actually... actually fell under the blasphemy of such a demon... No! Impossible! This must be an illusion! It's a trap!"