Pirates: Starting from the Celestial Dragons, Creating Amazon Lily
Author: 74 Daoming
Synopsis:
What is the experience of time-traveling to become a Celestial Dragon?
Saint Dio expresses that it feels simply explosive!
He possesses the ability to travel across worlds and extract Devil Fruits.
He intercepts the Boa Sisters, creating Amazon Lily.
He travels to different worlds, plundering beauties and resources.
"Kuroinu: The Black Dog", "Re:Zero"...
He conquers one country after another, ultimately becoming a god!
Volume One
Chapter 1: There is a Maverick Celestial Dragon in Mary Geoise
There is a maverick Celestial Dragon in Mary Geoise.
He is not the kind of noble who rides on giant slaves and uses an air bubble helmet to isolate "inferior air", nor does he ever participate in those cruel games that take pleasure in torturing slaves.
He walks on the grand avenues of the Holy Land, with no swarms of attendants behind him and no wailing "mount" at his side.
His name is Dio Saint Priapus.
Priapus, one of the former Twenty Kings who created the world.
However, this great family name now has a withered bloodline, leaving only him alone.
Saint Dio's appearance is also out of the ordinary.
A head of short, silver-white hair stands out exceptionally under the unchanging sunlight of Mary Geoise, the strands slightly upturned in a rebellious manner; his stature is tall, and although he is not yet fourteen years old, in this world where pirates and giants run rampant, his height is already close to one meter and eight, his figure upright, carrying the unique slenderness and sharpness of a youth.
He constantly carries a sword at his waist, not wrapped in an ornate scabbard, just hanging bare at his side, the unadorned hilt reflecting the sunlight.
On a face that is far too young, the expression is instead a calm entirely unsuited to his age.
However, this seemingly reclusive and taciturn youth caused a major incident in Mary Geoise several years ago.
That incident, which was strictly sealed up afterward, has details that can no longer be verified, but the result was shocking.
Three Celestial Dragons died, more than a dozen Celestial Dragons were heavily injured, and countless slaves died.
An aura of blood for a time pervaded the corners of the Holy Land, and even the Five Elders sitting securely at the pinnacle of power, as well as that "great person" hiding behind the Empty Throne, were alarmed.
In the end, the incident concluded with a gag order.
What made all the Celestial Dragons even more incredulous was that Saint Dio, who had triggered such a tragedy, did not receive any substantive punishment.
After this affair, Saint Dio became an unspeakable taboo in Mary Geoise, a walking mystery.
On the surface, no one dared to mention that bloodshed again, but in secret, all kinds of malicious rumors circulated among the Celestial Dragons of Mary Geoise.
"Look at him, not even a decent slave; he has truly thrown away the face of the descendants of the Twenty Kings."
"Hmph, who knows if that unsheathed sword of his is just for show? Maybe he is 'impotent' in certain respects, which is why he uses this method to put up a front..."
"The Five Elders are actually shielding him... Could it be that his 'Priapus' bloodline holds some secret we don't know about?"
Saint Dio may have heard these malicious gossipy whispers, but he did not care at all.
Why bother keeping the speculations of those pigs in mind? He knows his own situation best.
Saying that he is "impotent" in that regard? This is probably the most absurd joke of the year in Mary Geoise.
At this moment, inside the spacious bedchamber of the Priapus family, a scene completely contrary to the "reclusive and ascetic" image circulating in the outside world is playing out behind the heavy drapes.
That luxurious, oversized bed capable of accommodating ten people is violating its dignified and elegant design intent, emitting rhythmic and heavy shaking sounds, every sway causing the silk hanging from the bedposts to tremble slightly.
A figure is undulating atop the mattress as if riding a fierce steed.
That signature dazzling white hair is dampened by sweat, a few strands clinging to his broad forehead and the sharply lined side of his neck.
This man is none other than Saint Dio.
Pinned beneath him is a female with bright short yellow hair.
Her features are extremely exquisite, with a high-bridged nose and full lips; her pupils, originally as blue as a clear sky, have completely lost their focus at this moment, rolling upward to reveal a large expanse of unseeing white eyes.
Her meticulously traced lipstick has long since smeared in the fierce intertwining of teeth and lips and the biting, staining the corners of her petite mouth with a decadent, seductive crimson.
"Oh... ho-ho... mm..."
Long, groaning sighs resembling a dying swan continuously spill from her wide-open cherry mouth, mixing with saliva as they flow wantonly down her pointed chin, soaking a deep-colored patch of the expensive velvet bedsheets beneath her neck.
Her hands unconsciously scratch Saint Dio's heavily muscled back, leaving behind streaks of red marks.
Not knowing how long had passed, the intense rhythm finally came to a stop.
Saint Dio rolls over, leaves the female's body, and lies flat on his back on the other side of the messy, large bed.
His limbs are splayed in an unguarded spread-eagled pose, his chest heaving slightly with deep, steady breaths, and sweat outlines a wet, glossy sheen on his firm, well-defined abdominal muscles.
As for that yellow-haired female, she remains curled up in her original position, like a butterfly battered by a storm, trembling by herself, not yet fully awakened from the overwhelming aftershocks.
Only the intertwined panting of the two remains in the bedchamber.
Saint Dio does not look at the woman beside him, staring dazed at the soaring ceiling of the bedchamber, involuntarily losing himself in thought.
The reason he is different from other Celestial Dragons is that his soul does not belong to this world.
Ever since he realized he had become a Celestial Dragon, Saint Dio has had a sense of crisis.
He dares not relax in the slightest.
From the moment his tender limbs were just barely able to coordinate movements, he began to train himself.
While other Celestial Dragon children were toying with slaves and indulging in pleasure,
Saint Dio shed sweat and tempered his bones and sinews.
For he knows better than anyone that this is a world where strength is supreme.
The so-called Celestial Dragons are merely a group of fellows enjoying the dividends of their ancestors, indulging in privileges and brutality.
According to the "plot" trajectory he knows, this seemingly impregnable rule of the Celestial Dragons will eventually disintegrate in the tide of the era and the will of "D", being relegated to the final villains swept into the dustbin of history.
If he indulges in these innate, soul-corroding ultimate pleasures, then one day in the future, he too will inevitably turn to ashes along with the other Celestial Dragons in the fires of revolution.
He does not want that.
Having finally come to this world and become a Celestial Dragon who can do as he pleases, he does not want it to end like this.
He wants to drink the strongest wine and play with the most beautiful women.
And all of this must be supported by strength.
"Lord Saint Dio~"
A soft and melodious call interrupts Saint Dio's thoughts.
He turns his head, just in time to meet those large eyes that have already regained a little clarity.
That is a face as exquisitely refined as an antique European court porcelain doll.
Her skin is fair and delicate, with pores almost invisible.
A pair of large, round eyes possess a pure lake-blue pupil color, with long, curled eyelashes that flutter like a butterfly's wings when she blinks.
Her bridge of the nose is small and straight, beneath which is a petal-like cherry mouth, slightly red and swollen at the moment due to the preceding intensity, which instead adds a bit of ravished, alluring beauty.
Her short, golden wavy hair is scattered messily across the pillow, a few strands stuck by sweat to her temples and cheeks, setting off that palm-sized small face to look even more pitiful.
However, such an infant-like, exquisitely doll-like face grows upon an extremely rule-breaking, hot body.
Her height is close to one meter and eight, but in this pirate world where monsters standing two or three meters tall are everywhere, this height can only be considered at the "loli" level.
Yet, her body proportions are enough to make any normal man's blood boil.
That slender waist is shockingly thin, as if it could be encircled by two palms, yet above it are two heavy mounds of fullness, each the size of an adult man's head, full and perky, shaking tremulously as she slightly props up her upper body.
It is hard to imagine how her slender frame bears this weight.
Shifting the gaze downward, the width of her hipbones is almost even with her shoulders, forming a perfect hourglass curve.
A pair of plump, snow-white thighs, covered with just the right amount of soft flesh, squeeze out an alluring curve when crossed, making one unable to help imagining how wonderful it feels to have one's waist clamped by such a pair of legs.
--Mm, indeed very good.
Saint Dio, who has already personally experienced that soul-stirring touch, silently gives a high evaluation in his heart.
Chapter 2: Kill That Celestial Dragon
Saint Dio does not linger over this too much.
No matter how wonderful a physical body is, tasting it repeatedly day and night will eventually fade into mundanity.
Moreover, Stussy's rule-breaking, enchanting physique naturally gradually shed its initial greenness under his years of "development" and conditioning, blooming into the mature, overripe peach charm she has today.
He is more familiar with the undulations of every inch of curves on this body than anyone else.
He rolls out of bed, his bare feet stepping on the cold marble floor, and casually picks up the clothing draped over the rack.
That is a meticulously tailored white coat, with a stiff texture that hangs almost to the bend of his knees.
The inside of the coat is lined with dark grey, and the waist is fitted with a simple black belt, outlining the youth's inverted-triangle figure, which, though not yet fully grown, already possesses oppressive weight.
He fastens the belt, his dazzling white hair hanging down casually, a few strands falling over, matching his unruffled eyes to exude a coldness and majesty entirely unsuited to his age.
"Are you certain it has been thoroughly investigated, Stussy?"
Without turning his head, he questions the woman behind him.
The woman on the bed, namely Stussy, slowly sits up.
Her messy golden curls fall across her bare shoulders, and she lazily stretches, that pair of heavy, full breasts swaying along with the movement, after which she reports obediently in a voice still carrying lingering aftershocks:
"The ship of the Kuja Pirates is already on its way to the Sabaody Archipelago. Judging by the current sailing speed, there are still about two days left."
Hearing this, Saint Dio narrows his eyes slightly, as if calculating something.
"Prepare the ship."
He spits out two brief words.
"Get ready to depart."
A flash of excitement appears in Stussy's eyes, and she immediately rolls out of bed, executing a crisp bow: "Understood!"
A moment later, when Saint Dio sees her again in the outer hall of the bedchamber, she has taken on a completely new look.
The sirens who previously received affection and exuded seductive allure on the bed have vanished, replaced by an elite, high-spirited woman in a pure white uniform.
A tight-fitting white dress outlines her breathtaking curves, with a pink bowtie tied at the collar, adding a playful touch of color to the grim white.
Her slender legs are tightly wrapped in white suspender stockings, her feet step on high heels of the same color, an untethered white cape is draped over the outside, and her hands wear pristine white gloves.
The entire outfit is clean and crisp, being precisely the signature uniform of CP0, the World Government's highest intelligence agency.
Stussy's identity before his eyes is self-evident.
She is originally the clone of Buckingham Stussy, an old subordinate of the Rocks Pirates, the number one successful product of the MADS cloning experiments, and also a sleeper agent planted by Vegapunk inside the World Government.
In the trajectory of the original work, when Vegapunk was co-opted, she was also co-opted and became a member of CP0.
However, in this world, before she was formally inducted into the CP0 roster, Dio Saint directly requested her from the Five Elders outside of the World Government's sequence.
Today, Stussy is both a CP0 agent and the private property of Dio Saint Priapus.
As for Stussy's identity as "Vegapunk's sleeper agent", Saint Dio knew it clearly from the very beginning.
His method of solving this problem was simple and crude, yet exceptionally effective.
There was no need for coercion and temptation, no need for schemes and deceit, only the need to completely conquer the other's body and mind.
As for the specific methods of "conquest", Saint Dio naturally has his own unique "stick education".
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