Chapter 28

Her legs parted slightly, trapping Saint Dio's already proudly erect holy sword between them.

The searing touch made her unable to help trembling lightly.

She lowered her head, reaching out with both hands to grasp that scorching behemoth.

Even so, her hands could not completely wrap around it, and a large portion of the front end still remained exposed, throbbing slightly in her palms.

"Ha... ha... mm..."

Hancock's gasps grew heavier and heavier in the airtight bedroom.

Her body trembled slightly in Saint Dio's embrace, every kneading and every tugging making her breathing even more rapid and chaotic.

Those two nimble fingers seemed to carry magic, controlling every sensitive spot on her body.

At one moment kneading that mass of soft fullness, at the next pinching the upright cherry at the tip to pull on it gently, and sometimes drawing circles over her garden.

Hancock only felt a wave of heat rapidly gathering deep in her lower abdomen, and she subconsciously clenched her thighs together, clamping that scorching holy sword even tighter, trying to ease that increasingly intense sense of emptiness through this method.

Saint Dio could feel her body trembling, so he accelerated the speed of his fingers teasing, rapidly twisting and scratching his fingertips against the erect cherry.

"Ah-!"

Hancock's body suddenly arched, her neck tilting backward, and a strand of crystal-clear clear fluid spurted out from between her legs, drawing a tiny parabola in the dim lamplight and splashing onto the bedsheets, soaking out a small patch of damp trace.

Her body twitched a few times in the afterglow of the climax, and only then slowly relaxed, going limp in Saint Dio's embrace while breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling violently.

Saint Dio looked at Hancock, who was still panting heavily in his arms, and he reached out, gently supporting her chin to turn her face toward him, those black eyes currently veiled with a layer of water mist.

He slowly let her down from his embrace, making her kneel on the floor in front of him.

Then he supported that already proudly erect holy sword, pressing the front end against Hancock's lips.

"Next, it's your turn."

Hancock did not hesitate, slightly parting her lips and obediently taking that scorching behemoth into her mouth.

Yet even though she tried her best to open her mouth wide, the overly massive size still caused the corners of her mouth to stretch apart.

Her tongue-tip instinctively extended, tentatively licking gently across the smooth, scorching surface, feeling its temperature and texture, as well as the taste of that male aura.

Chapter 43: Arriving at the Sabaody Archipelago Again

The ensuing voyage went smoothly without a single hitch.

The sea breeze was gentle, the ocean currents favorable, and the sky was cloudless, as if even the heavens were clearing the way for this journey.

Before long, a towering black silhouette appeared on the sea level ahead.

That was the Red Line, standing like a huge barrier connecting heaven and earth, straddling ahead of the Grand Line, majestic and solemn.

Stussy stepped out of the cabin, arriving before the door of Saint Dio's bedroom, and prepared to knock and report this good news.

However, when her hand touched the door panel, she discovered that the door was not fully closed, revealing a narrow gap.

She looked inward through that gap, seeing the scene inside the room.

Saint Dio stood in the center of the room, neatly dressed and with a calm demeanor.

Meanwhile, Hancock knelt before him, her bare back curved into an elegant arc, her hands clutching tightly to the fabric on both sides of his thighs, her head tilted up with her face directly facing his crotch.

From Stussy's angle, she could just see Hancock's back of the head and slightly heaving shoulders, while the most crucial part was blocked by her own head, making it unclear.

Even so, just seeing this composition, anyone could understand at a glance what she was doing.

Glug... glug...

A rhythmic swallowing sound echoed in the quiet room.

Hancock's throat bulged and writhed with every swallow, as if she were striving hard to swallow something down.

Saint Dio stood there, one hand pressed against the back of Hancock's head without the slightest intent to cherish jade, instead applying slight pressure to force her down deeper.

A distinct bulge abruptly rose on Hancock's neck, the trace of being shoved deep into her throat.

Her eyes widened abruptly, her pupils trembling slightly, and her hands subconsciously gripped Saint Dio's thighs, her fingernails nearly embedding into the fabric.

Immediately, a scorching wave of heat erupted deep within her oral cavity.

A lot, very hot.

Hancock swallowed desperately, her throat continuously writhing and contracting in an attempt to swallow down all of that surging wave of heat. Yet the amount was simply too vast, and no matter how fast she swallowed it could not keep pace with the speed of the ejaculation, until she finally choked and her throat relaxed, her head involuntarily pulling backward.

Yet Saint Dio did not stop.

That holy sword freed from restraint aimed at her backward-leaning face, and the remaining turbid fluid spurted out without reservation, drenching her face from head to toe.

Forehead, bridge of the nose, cheeks, eyelashes, lips-everywhere was hung with milky-white turbid fluid, viscous and warm.

The excess liquid slowly dripped down her sharp, delicate chin, landing on her full chest and sliding downward along that deep cleavage, leaving behind wet traces.

Hancock knelt in place, breathing heavily with a mess covering her face, yet made no wiping motion, simply waiting quietly for her master's next command.

Stussy stood outside the door, silently taking all of this in, then nonchalantly withdrew her hand, cleared her throat, and reported softly from outside, "Master, the Red Line has been reached, and we will arrive in about half an hour."

"I know."

Saint Dio responded offhandedly, the movement of his hand not stopping.

He supported that holy sword stained with turbid fluid, unhurriedly patting it a few times against Hancock's lips, producing a series of slapping sounds.

Hancock obediently opened her mouth, extending her pink tongue-tip to meticulously lick clean the residue on it bit by bit, sparing not even the trace inside the urethral meatus as her lips enclosed it and sucked vigorously until that holy sword restored its cleanliness, after which Hancock spat it out.

Having finished all this, Saint Dio finally released his hand, zipped up his pants, adjusted his lapels, and regained his poised demeanor.

He glanced at Hancock, who knelt on the floor with her face still smeared in turbid fluid, and casually tossed a towel over. "Wipe clean, we're about to set off."

Hancock caught the towel and responded in a low voice, "Understood."

The ship soon arrived at the exclusive port of Mary Geoise.

World Government officials were already waiting on the dock to welcome them, but Saint Dio had no intention of disembarking, directly ordering the sailors to replenish supplies as quickly as possible. Essentials like fresh water and food were all loaded within the shortest possible time.

With the direct command of a Celestial Dragon, the logistics personnel at the port dared not show the slightest negligence, achieving extremely high efficiency and completing all supply work in less than an hour.

Following that, the treasure ship weighed anchor once more, heading straight toward the direction of the Sabaody Archipelago without the slightest pause.

Saint Dio had no time to rest in Mary Geoise.

His return this time was originally to pull the wool over people's eyes, and the sooner he left, the better, so as not to let certain matters delay his plans.

Scarcely had the treasure ship left the port when a Cipher Pol Aigis Zero member dressed in a white suit and wearing a mask hurried to the dock.

Looking at the empty berth, he froze for a moment, then hurriedly grabbed a stevedore who was tidying up the cables and asked, "Where is that Celestial Dragon ship that was parked here just now?"

"Left, it just left not long ago." The stevedore pointed toward the shrinking ship shadow on the sea surface. "That lord was in a rush, setting off immediately after finishing the resupply, taking less than an hour total."

The Cipher Pol Aigis Zero member gazed at the departing ship shadow, a helpless expression revealing itself beneath his mask. He had originally come under orders from the Five Elders to invite Saint Dio, only for the other party to slip away directly.

He could only turn around and return to report to the Five Elders.

"Left?" Inside the Room of Authority, Saint Shepherd Ju Peter raised an eyebrow after hearing the report. "So fast?"

"They said they set off immediately upon finishing the resupply, not staying even a single minute extra," the Cipher Pol Aigis Zero member reported with lowered head.

Saint Topman Warcury leaned against the back of his chair, gently tapping the armrest with his fingers, and could only sigh helplessly. "This Saint Dio is truly a very busy person. Wanting to see him is indeed not easy."

The Five Elders had originally wanted to take advantage of his return to Mary Geoise to meet with him in person and understand his recent movements and plans.

Yet obviously, Saint Dio had no intention of giving them this opportunity, leaving directly without even stepping off the dock.

Although the Five Elders felt some dissatisfaction in their hearts, they were helpless as well; after all, that young man had always acted according to his own will and never played by common sense.

As for Saint Dio himself, he had no idea whatsoever that the Five Elders had once sent someone to look for him.

Even if he knew, he would probably only shrug indifferently and then continue doing his own thing.

The treasure ship sailed on the sea for several days, finally arriving at the first stop of this trip-the Sabaody Archipelago.

Inside the cabin's bedroom, Saint Dio rolled off Stussy's body, standing stark naked on the carpet and stretching a comfortable lazy stretch while his bones emitted crisp clicking sounds.

Stussy lay limp on the bed, her legs parted slightly, her body still gently twitching uncontrollably, the inner sides of her thighs a wet mess as milky-white turbid fluid slowly flowed down from the roots of her thighs, sticky and thick.

During the voyage of these past few days, Saint Dio's daily routine was exceedingly simple and regular.

Either he practiced Haki on the deck and honed his martial arts, or he engaged in another kind of "exercise" with Stussy or Hancock in the room.

One could call it a balance of work and rest, with both tension and relaxation, and his days were spent quite fully.

For Saint Dio, there was actually nothing else to do either.

Chapter 44: Want to Extort Money From Me? Ridiculous.

Arriving at the Sabaody Archipelago, the treasure ship slowly docked, the gangway lowered, and Saint Dio stepped onto the land of the Sabaody Archipelago where a unique scent blending resin and sea breeze rushed toward his face.

He looked around at the enormous mangroves and aerial roots, then turned his head to instruct Stussy, "Go find a suitable target pirate crew. Remember, pick those with renown-the more famous, the better. If we just find some unknown small-time pirate crew, I wouldn't dare board their ship, lest they can't even recognize the route and it disintegrates underwater halfway there, making a complete laughingstock of us."

Stussy nodded slightly. "Understood, Master. I will select a pirate crew with sufficient navigation experience and fame."

"Go." Saint Dio waved his hand, and Stussy transformed into a flock of bats, dissolving into the shadows of the mangrove forest.

Taking advantage of the time Stussy went to scout for a target, Saint Dio decided to stroll around the Sabaody Archipelago by the way.

Although this island was not large, because it sat at the nexus of the Grand Line, it gathered rare treasures and intelligence information from all over the world, and he might just unearth some useful resources.

Moreover, he also needed to equip Mumei with a suitable weapon.

Although that young girl possessed decent combat skills, she still used outdated Steam Rifles from the Kotetsujō world, which were completely inadequate in this world.

When it came to buying weapons, the 16th Lawless Zone of the Sabaody Archipelago was undoubtedly the most suitable place.

That region served as the most concentrated area for pirates, gangsters, and slave traders, where even the Marines dared not step casually, and all sorts of contraband weapons and black market goods were available in abundance.

Saint Dio led the three Sandersonia sisters along with Mumei, the group swaggeringly stepping into the streets of District 16.

Truth be told, as long as one set out to sea as a pirate, nine and a half out of ten were no good individuals.

And for a young and beautiful woman like Hancock to step into this lawless place naturally drew extra attention.

Especially Hancock, who, after eating the Love-Love Fruit, already possessed a natural bewitching charm in her beauty, and coupled with the mature and alluring flavor added to her every gesture under Saint Dio's grooming during this period, made it even harder for people to look away.

The moment she stepped onto the street, the pirates sitting or leaning about all cast their gazes over. Some unconsciously licked their dry lips, some whistled flirtatiously, and some even reached their hands toward the weapons at their waists.

As for the slave traders hiding in the shadows, their eyes lit up as if they had seen walking gold coins.

Goods of such supreme quality, if captured and sent to the auction house, could definitely fetch a sky-high price.

However, these people did not make a move immediately.

Their gazes lingered on Hancock for a moment, then swept over Sandersonia and Marigold behind her.

Those two tower-like tall figures with sturdy muscles and naginata hanging at their waists clearly looked like characters not to be trifled with.

A few pirates who had originally been eager to try exchanged glances, nodded at each other, and then unobtrusively retreated into the alleys, evidently going to gather more men.

Saint Dio paid no mind to this whatsoever; indeed, one could say this was precisely the effect he wanted.

He led the group straight toward a large-looking weapon shop at the street corner. Its signboard depicted crossed fireguns and cutlasses, and it featured a spacious storefront with diverse swords, blades, and firearms displayed in the window.

Sandersonia and Marigold took the lead in stepping into the shop.

Several pirates inside the shop were currently selecting weapons. Before they could react to the two tall women walking in, they were hoisted up left and right by the pair, lifted like chicks to the doorway, and casually tossed out onto the street.

"Ow-!"

"Damn it! Who is it-!"

Several pirates tumbled onto the ground, rolling into a heap. Cursing and swearing, they scrambled to their feet, drew the cutlasses from their waists, and prepared to charge back into the shop to save face.

Yet what greeted them was a flash of silver-white cold light.

The naginata in Sandersonia's hands swept horizontally across, and a head with a look of astonishment flew up into the air, fresh blood spurting from the severed neck cavity.

The remaining few pirates watched their companion's head roll twice on the ground, instantly scared out of their wits, and scrambled away, disappearing at the end of the street.

Sandersonia and Marigold slammed their naginata down onto the ground, standing like two door guardians on both sides of the entrance, coldly scanning everyone on the street.

The onlookers and pirates who had originally been watching scattered like birds and beasts, and no one dared approach this shop by even half a step anymore.

The shop owner inside had originally looked displeased about his customers being driven away and was about to flare up.

Yet when he saw the Saint Dio walking in-with his exquisitely textured white robe, the beautifully styled sword at his waist, and that natural aura of inherent majesty-he immediately switched to a flattering smile, hurried forward, rubbing his hands together as he asked, "Young master, what would you like? Our shop has a complete stock of goods; whether it's swords, firearms, or ammunition and gunpowder, we have everything!"

Saint Dio ignored him, instead turning his head to look at Mumei beside him, casually raising his chin. "Go look. Pick whatever you want yourself."