"Charge!"
Hancock took the lead and charged out.
Another bitter battle ensued, requiring all their strength.
When that ten-meter giant alligator finally crashed down, shaking the entire swamp with its tremor, the three sisters could no longer hold on, collapsing together onto the muddy ground, panting heavily. Their chests heaved violently, and they lacked even the strength to lift a finger.
Sweat mixed with mud slid down their foreheads, dripping into the mire beneath them.
And when they finally caught their breath and subconsciously looked in the direction of Saint Dio, Stussy had changed her posture.
She was currently straddling Saint Dio's body, facing away from the three sisters, with her legs spread wide.
Hancock lay on the ground, and from this angle, she could see everything clearly.
Stussy was not using the front, but the back.
Hancock could see that area stretched almost out of shape, the skin at the edges pulled taut, looking as if it could tear apart at any moment.
Yet there was not a trace of pain on Stussy's face; instead, she wore an expression of near-addictive enjoyment. Her waist slowly sank, inch by inch swallowing the thing that made Hancock feel terrified just looking at it into her body, until it was completely accommodated.
Hancock watched without blinking.
A question involuntarily popped into her mind.
Could that place... really accommodate something like that?
But Stussy did it.
Not only did she do it, but she also looked like she was enjoying it.
Under Stussy's years of brainwashing, a deeply ingrained notion had long since been planted in Hancock's heart: as a woman branded by Saint Dio, serving her master was a matter of course, as well as the supreme glory. If she failed to satisfy the master like Stussy did, she would be unqualified.
She looked at Stussy's intoxicated expression and thought silently-
She wondered if she... could do it.
Saint Dio quite enjoyed the present time.
As a Celestial Dragon, the greatest benefit lay in the fact that whatever he did seemed entirely natural.
In this deformed world, the identity of a "descendant of the gods" was the best pass, and even if he was doing this kind of thing in the middle of nowhere, no one would dare utter a half-word of criticism.
What was more, there was a professional like Stussy who was proficient in all kinds of skills, taking care of every service flawlessly. He did not even need to move a finger; he only needed to lie down to enjoy the highest-tier treatment.
Stussy was twisting her waist wildly, her blonde curls rolling like waves under the sunlight, sweat sliding down her smooth spine and refracting tiny points of light in the daylight.
Her breathing grew hot and hurried, but her lake-blue eyes remained clear. Even in the most self-forgetful moments, she constantly kept watch on her master's needs and the movements of the surrounding environment.
Her gaze swept downward, meeting Hancock's pair of black eyes staring straight in this direction.
The corners of Stussy's mouth curved into a gentle smile.
She stopped moving and slowly opened her arms toward Hancock's direction.
It was an inviting posture, an embrace welcoming her to join.
The sunlight at this moment happened to pour down from a gap in the clouds, spilling onto Stussy and gilding her curvaceous body with a hazy golden halo.
Her posture with open arms resembled a Madonna walking out of a classical oil painting against the backlight.
If one ignored the part where she was closely connected to Saint Dio at the moment and looked only at the upper body, it was absolutely worthy of the word holy.
Hancock dragged her exhausted body and stood up as if in a trance, walking over step by step.
Stussy gathered her into her arms, holding her gently, and brought her lips to her ear, soothing her in whispers.
Those words brushed past Hancock's eardrums like a spring breeze, interspersed with a large amount of content regarding Saint Dio.
His strength, his majesty, the shelter and grace he bestowed upon them, and how she ought to be deeply grateful as a chosen woman and wholeheartedly serve him.
Stussy was, after all, a top-tier agent rigorously trained by CP0, proficient in a series of professional techniques such as psychology, rhetoric, and hypnotic suggestion.
As for Hancock, she was merely a young girl who had walked out of the backward and isolated Amazon Lily, never having received formal education.
The gap between the two was like a chasm.
In a mere month, under Stussy's day-in and day-out "preaching," the three sisters' thoughts had been thoroughly reshaped.
In their cognition, Saint Dio was no longer the enemy who imprisoned and enslaved them, but a supreme existence, the meaning of their existence, and the master whom they ought to sacrifice everything to serve.
This was precisely the strategy Saint Dio deliberately chose.
He knew very well that tying them down purely through fear and violence could not last long.
High-pressure rule inevitably breeds rebellion, and once an opportunity arises, the backlash will only come more fiercely.
As for the so-called "treating scholars with courtesy" and "winning people over with virtue," he was a Celestial Dragon; mere slaves were not worthy of him lowering his status to curry favor.
Thus, he chose a third path.
The religious model.
With him playing the role of the "god" and Stussy acting as the "missionary," through systematic brainwashing and faith-building, these girls were made to identify with their own identity and mission from the bottom of their hearts.
As long as Saint Dio could consistently maintain his formidable strength and uphold the image of a "god," the believers' loyalty would never waver.
This loyalty built upon worship and faith was far more stable and enduring than a master-servant relationship maintained by fear.
Moreover, this set model had an additional benefit: it was easy for him.
He only needed to be responsible for training Stussy alone, and Stussy would naturally use her professional skills to train more people for him.
This was an efficient and stable pyramid structure, and Saint Dio sat firmly at the apex of the tower.
Chapter 19: There Is No Going Back
Hancock nestled in Stussy's arms, slowly closing her eyes to let her body relax.
She could feel Stussy's slightly trembling breath as she spoke, could feel the slight shivers occasionally coming from her body, and could even feel some warm liquid slowly flowing down the inner side of Stussy's thighs to drip onto her own calves.
Yet she turned a blind eye to it, as if all this were the most normal thing in the world.
In her cognition, these reactions were what Stussy had to experience while serving Lord Saint Dio.
That was proof of loyalty, a medal of devotion.
If her turn ever came, she too would have to bear all this calmly just like Stussy.
Stussy lowered her head to look at the black-haired girl gradually relaxing in her arms, the corners of her mouth curving into a satisfied arc.
Over the past month, she and Saint Dio had thrown the three sisters onto this crisis-ridden deserted island, making them fight day and night against wild beasts far stronger than themselves.
Every day was filled with injuries, and every day was spent lingering on the edge of life and death.
Improvement in strength was indeed rapid-after all, actual combat was always the fastest way to grow-but physical and mental exhaustion also accumulated continuously through day-after-day slaughter, growing larger like a snowball.
At this time, Saint Dio and Stussy became their only reliance.
Whenever they dragged their scarred bodies back to camp, they could always see the white-haired youth sitting by the campfire, along with the food and medicine prepared by Stussy.
In such a helpless environment, they had no other choice but to rely on these two people.
And this reliance, under Stussy's carefully designed rhetoric and care, was transforming bit by bit into trust, and even worship.
Having their hearts turn toward him was only a matter of time.
Thinking thus, Stussy slightly adjusted her posture.
Her hands reached backward, grasping her plump buttocks, her fingers sinking deep into the elastic flesh as she pulled them apart to both sides, completely presenting herself before Saint Dio.
At the same time, the movement of her waist became wilder and deeper.
Saint Dio felt a sudden, tight enclosure, as if a giant python were tightly coiling around him, that multi-layered oppressive feeling surging from all directions.
He slightly opened his eyes, looking at the fine layer of sweat on Stussy's smooth, beautiful back glistening in the sunlight, and spoke flatly:
"It seems your technique has improved again."
Stussy did not answer, or rather, she no longer had the spare energy to answer; she only accelerated more frantically.
Saint Dio could not be bothered to deliberately suppress himself anymore.
Under the rhythmic tightening and contraction of Stussy's professionally trained muscles, he simply let go of the floodgates, unceremoniously pouring everything of his into her.
Stussy's body stiffened abruptly, her head lifting as she let out a long, comfortable moan.
Her waist trembled violently a few times, then went limp, her entire body collapsing weakly onto Saint Dio's chest, panting heavily.
Stussy's violent tremor and abruptly stiffened body awakened Hancock, who had been nestled in her arms.
She opened her eyes, just in time to see the scene of Stussy collapsing limply onto Saint Dio's chest.
Yet for Hancock, this was long no longer a novel or stimulating sight.
Over the past month, Saint Dio and Stussy had never avoided the three sisters.
Whether by the campfire in the camp, in the dawn of early morning, or in the evening when they dragged their exhausted bodies back.
Those two might entangle with each other anywhere and at any time, as if this were a daily routine more natural than eating and drinking water.
Although Hancock had never witnessed this kind of human behavior, as an islander raised in Amazon Lily, she was not unfamiliar with the concept of "mating."
After all, everyone on Amazon Lily had their own combat partner-a snake.
She had seen the mating behaviors of those huge pythons and venomous snakes during the estrus season countless times from childhood to adulthood.
And snake mating often lasted for several hours, with some large snakes even lingering for a whole day.
Therefore, when Hancock saw Saint Dio frequently spending a whole day on this matter, not only did she not generate any strange thoughts, but she instead found it a matter of course, even secretly marveling in her heart that humans and snakes were about the same in this regard.
Stussy slowly slid down from Saint Dio's body, her snow-white naked body covered in sweat and turbid fluid.
She lowered her head to glance at Saint Dio; that pillar supporting the sky remained erect, stained with sticky fluid.
Stussy walked barefoot, stepping behind Hancock, who was still lying on the ground in a daze, and gently pressed her hands onto her slender shoulders.
Those warm palms rubbed slowly along Hancock's smooth spine, and wherever they passed, Hancock's body shuddered slightly.
"Little Hancock..." Stussy whispered in her ear, her voice numbing her bones, "Come, show your submission to Lord Saint Dio."
Those hands continued sliding down, stopping at the frog buttons of Hancock's qipao.
Her slender fingers deftly unbuttoned the buttons one by one, and with a few crisp "click, click" sounds, that form-fitting qipao slid down to the ground along her smooth skin.
Hancock's body was completely exposed to the afternoon sun.
Her figure was vastly different from Stussy's mature and voluptuous fleshiness.
It was a kind of athleticism halfway between a young girl and a woman.
Her waist was so slender it seemed it could be broken with a single grasp, and her flat lower abdomen was firm and powerful, without a trace of fat.
Her two slender, straight legs were as white as ivory, without a trace of excess hair.
Under Stussy's guidance, Hancock knelt before Saint Dio with weak legs.
That giant object emanating a male aura was close at hand.
Hancock's breathing grew hurried, her chest heaving violently.
In her mind, she involuntarily recalled Stussy's intoxicated appearance just now, as well as the words Stussy instilled in her daily.
She slightly opened her cherry-red mouth, revealing the tip of her delicate tongue. Deep inside her heart, a voice shouted: as long as she lowers her head, as long as she submits beneath his crotch, there will be no going back. The young girl who was once carefree on Amazon Lily will completely die.
"As long as you accept, you can gain Lord Saint Dio's favor~"
Stussy added fuel to the fire behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist, resting her chin on her shoulder, and gently blowing air into her ear.
Favor...
Hancock's mind was blank; fear, shame, exhaustion, and the desire for a sense of security were mixed together at this moment, crushing her line of defense.
She could only do it blankly, following instinct and Stussy's guidance, and brought her head forward.
Getting closer and closer, a warm breath rushed toward her, carrying a strong male hormonal scent.
So formidable...
She subconsciously reached out to tuck the long black hair hanging down her cheeks behind her ear, then lowered her head and tentatively took the head into her mouth.
"Mmm..."
Her tongue licked it gently, and a strange taste permeated her oral cavity.
This taste made her instinctively want to repel it, but the thing in her mouth jerked abruptly because of this slight touch.
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