My life sucked, while I initially believed that my reincarnation into the world of One Piece had been a reward for living a good life, I was now certain that the opposite was true, this was a hell made for me and my wicked deeds.

  What deeds am I talking about? Well I wasn’t sure, though there was that one time I knowingly used the 10-item express ne at the grocery store when I had 12 items in my basket. Aside from that nothing really came to mind, though maybe I was limiting what sins were.

  Maybe thoughts also count as sins? Like coveting your neighbor’s wife, wasn’t that something in the bible? I was certainly guilty of that, but I mean, I was just human.

  Had I known things would end up this badly I would have kept my eyes to the grindstone and minded my own business.

  Too te to ment, of course.

  Shaking off these thoughts, I carefully extracted my body out of the bed I was sleeping on, the red silk sheets slipped off my skin and fell down gently to the soft bed. Misfortune aside, this bed was comfy as hell, unfortunately it wasn’t really mine.

  Silently, I hopped off the bed and my feet nded on the cool stone of the room, I hadn’t gotten used to the chill that Thriller Bark had every single day ever since we entered the Florian Triangle, but at least I could actually go outside of the room now since there was virtually no risk of the sun getting through the dense fog found in this part of the sea.

  I wasn’t allowed to go very far though, just into the garden that connected the Mast Mansion and the Hogback’s pce. Still, it was more liberty than what I had before so it brought a smile to my face.

  The morning cold breeze drifted through one of the rge windows that Perona kept open through the night and I felt a tingle go up my spine. It was cold and I wasn’t wearing anything, so spying the sleeping form of Perona in the bed, I carefully tipped toe to the nearby exit, painfully aware of how naked I was.

  My clothes had been discarded on the floor st night, and they were always gone by the morning, zombies took them while I slept and washed them which left me in this vulnerable position every once in a while.

  Nearing the door, I turned back to face the bed, making sure that Perona was still sleeping and hadn’t been disturbed by me moving through the room. Most of her body was covered by her sheets, though I could see a mop of waist length pink hair sitting still on a rge pillow, I was good to go.

  Opening the door to the outside I was immediately faced with two guards, one was a hybrid between a man and hippo, his rotting flesh stretched out beyond what should be possible and crudely stitched to a body that was disproportionate and grotesque. His face, split by a rge gash that had been stitched together, was that of open disdain that stared at me.

  He didn’t like me at all, but despite this he didn’t move to hurt me or even acknowledge me.

  The zombie to my left was of a simir nature, a giant of a zombie that was fused with a panda. His face, small compared to the rest of his body, gred at me, but I ignored him.

  His body was mostly a giant torso with a face attached, he even cked a neck and instead his face was pced where his chest should be. His arms were short and stubby, though he wasn’t weak by any measure, I had personally seen him dismantle the pirate crew that had kidnapped me mostly by himself.

  Most of the zombies were far stronger than regur humans, but some of these guys easily had the strength of 50 men. They were terrifying.

  It put into perspective how strong people like Luffy and his crew were since they were able to take out most of these guys with little effort.

  It went without saying that there was no chance I could escape the isnd by myself.

  My first obstacles were Perona and her ghosts. I spent most of my time with Perona, she kept me close and I was essentially her main servant, and even when she left her area to see Moria or deal with pirates, something that was quite rare, she kept a ghost near me. The only times when she wasn’t observing me was when I was doing my chores, but even then I was surrounded by her zombies who knew I wasn’t supposed to leave her area so I would have to fight them if I wanted to leave through the bridge and head to Hogback’s mansion.

  That mansion was filled with zombies that did nothing but spy on guests and report everything to Hogback so if I managed to reach this pce I wouldn’t be able to leave unless I fought my way out.

  From there I would have to get through the Dead Forest, which again, was filled to the brim with zombies.

  From there it would just be a matter of getting through the isnd’s outer ring somehow and then I would be home free… NOT!

  Even if I could somehow pull all that off, I would still be stuck in the Grandline, a sea known to kill even seasoned navigators, but that was fine, because I needed a boat to even consider drowning out on the sea anyway!

  But if somehow the stars aligned and the gate was open, I had a decent ship I could take through the gate, and I had the skills to get to a nearby isnd then I could happily live my life in the shadows since Moria still had my shadow.

  The idea of me escaping was so beyond possible that I didn’t bother wasting time running through scenarios.

  Slipping past the two giant zombies, I headed down the hall, my feet spping the stone tiles being the only sound that filled the empty hall. Reaching the door to my room, I quickly went inside and locked the door behind me.

  Compared to Perona’s room, mine was rather pin, all it contained was a small bed, a dresser, and a closet for my clothes. Oh, and a bathroom, which was nice, I suppose.

  Heading there, I quickly went through my daily routine, a short hot shower, brushing my teeth, and brushing my hair. Brushing my hair was a new thing for me, in my past life I never had long hair, specifically not as long as it was now, but I guess women did it for good reason. If I didn’t do it then it would get tangled and that would be a huge headache, though the fact that hair tangles was a concern for me should tell you plenty of how bad this new life of mine was.

  Drying up and heading out back to my room, I let out a huge sigh as I opened up my closet and eyed my clothes.

  Frills, colorful skirts, stockings, blouses, and whatever other crap Perona liked to dress me with. What was worse was that I couldn’t even choose what to wear from these clothes, even that was controlled by Perona. She made me model the clothes she commissioned for me and then she would pick out daily outfits for me.

  I guess my main purpose for her was being a real-life dress-up doll. It sucked, but I guess it was better than the alternative.

  Back when the pirate crew that kidnapped me ended up in Thriller Bark, everyone was brought to Moria and had their shadows stolen, mine included. We were all supposed to be thrown back onto the pirate ship that brought us in, but Perona made a sudden request from her captain, and Moria was more than happy to gift his subordinate a sve of her choosing.

  She said that she thought I was cute and so she made me her servant.

  That was how my life as Perona’s pything started.

  When the alternative was being sent out to drift until you find an isnd to hole up in the dark for the rest of your life, this was preferable.

  Besides, aside from what I already mentioned, there was very little that Perona asked of me, my chores were only cooking for Perona and cleaning up her room, both tasks were retively simple.

  Naturally, things sucked when I ‘misbehaved’ but I learned not to do things that pissed her off, mainly not acting cute.

  Picking up the bck and white striped thigh highs, I slip them on along with a bck skirt with frilly ce at the edges, a white crop top that exposed most of my stomach with a pink heart on the center, and finally a pink pastel open jacket.

  I can’t help but let out yet another sigh.

  I still needed to put on the ribbons on my hair…

  This was actually a tame day, she gave me boxers instead of panties.

  [X]

  The timeline was messed up, that was my biggest problem.

  I wasn’t sure what year things were supposed to take pce, but there was something clearly wrong with the timeline of the world compared to the fictional setting that I knew.

  For instance, I knew that Brook had initially found Thriller Bark years before canon started, he drifted in the Florian Triangle for years after losing his shadow, but that wasn’t the case in this world.

  Brook had come to Thriller Bark a few months ago, caused a ruckus and lost his shadow, but that was supposed to happen years ago. Or rather, Thriller Bark was supposed to have been in the Grandline for nearly a decade before canon started, right? I wasn’t sure of the specifics but that sounded about right.

  The only saving grace I had was that Thriller Bark was in the Florian Triangle now so technically things should work out in the end since Luffy would head this way eventually.

  That was actually my escape pn, if Luffy was coming to defeat Moria eventually, then there was little point in me throwing away my life trying to escape before then.

  I just needed things to go like they had gone in canon, but like I said, the fact that the timeline was messed up was concerning. If my knowledge of canon could not be trusted then I would lose basically all the power I had; metaknowledge.

  Speaking of metaknowledge, I was a bit lost as to how exactly we went from the West Blue to the Florian Triangle which was located in the Grandline/Paradise. Truthfully I wasn’t exactly being informed about the movements and the voyage charts of the ship, but since the Florian Triangle was across the Red Line the only way to get there would be to cross the calm belt into the new world, coat the ship and go through Fishman Isnd, but even this was a bit strange.

  Coating a ship a hard task, allegedly many coated ships didn’t hold and the occupants met their end being crushed by the pressure of the deep sea, and Thriller Bark wasn’t just a big ship, it was probably the biggest ship right behind the Noah so the possibility of it being coated was hard to grasp.

  Was I just asleep for that part of the voyage? I would think I would notice us going down 10,000 meters under the sea, but perhaps this was just an anime logic thing and I was once again applying the logic of my old world to this one.

  The sound of a kettle whistling was enough to focus my attention back to the task at hand, making Perona’s breakfast.

  The girl, despite acting like a princess and being quite rude, wasn’t a very picky eater, so long as you presented the food alright and there were sweets she was fine with most things, which was great since I wasn’t the best cook.

  Taking the kettle and pouring the hot water into a fine porcein cup with a tea bag and some sugar, I prepared the tray by pcing a ptter of pancakes topped with powdered sugar, honey, and strawberries, two sunny sunnyside eggs, and some sausage and bacon on a separate pte.

  Taking that on one hand, I took another tray that contained her tea cup and some milk which she added according to her daily whim.

  The first time I had prepared her breakfast, I tripped on the way back to her room and she got really pissed off, not because I dropped her food, but because I dropped it on the clothes she had gotten made for me.

  Her ghosts tormented me for the entire day.

  Heading through the hallways, I encountered many of Perona’s zombies patrolling the area, always vigint despite the fact that there weren’t any pirates ships in this week. I guess that was the appeal of a zombie, they could work endlessly and not need a break, so why not have them work even when it wasn’t necessary?

  All of them gave me the stink-eye, like I had been the ones who turned them into zombies!

  Even after all these months, they hadn’t ever approached me about why they were so pissed off at me, but I could read between the lines.

  Despite the fact that Moria was the true master of all the zombies in Thriller Bark, each of his subordinates were allowed their own sect of zombies who were devoted to them. For Perona those zombies were the ones she thought were ‘cute’, though her sense of cuteness did not match my own.

  Perona herself was quite cute, I would admit that much, but the things she kept around herself… Well you get the gist.

  These guys served her like she was true royalty, Perona devotees who would die for her, and out of nowhere, this twink of a man stumbles in and becomes her favorite. It wasn’t this bad at first, in fact, the zombies seemed to relish in my obvious displeasure at being dressed up like a toy, but Perona’s fixation on me only grew as time went on and eventually their mockery became jealousy.

  I guess the thing that sealed the deal was the night that Perona finally took her little teasing games too far, and judging by how the rest of the zombies gred at me the next day, everyone in her area must have heard the sounds we made.

  It was honestly embarrassing.

  Since then the gap between us has only grown to the point where I fear that they would take any chance to kill me if they had it.

  It couldn’t be helped, it wasn’t like I could tell Perona to stop or take it easy with her teasing, she did not take kindly to no.

  Reaching her room, I stopped in front of the door and after an awkward moment of silence, the hippo zombie opened the door for me without so much as looking at me and I slipped into the room while giving him an earnest smile.

  The mop of pink hair remained in the same position it had been when I left nearly an hour ago. Technically, Perona didn’t have a sleeping schedule, she pretty much just slept whenever she wanted and no one really bothered her.

  Bogback and Absalom didn’t come to her area all that much, and the few times they did they were usually turned away without ever getting to see her. She only really listened to Moria when he summoned her, and even when she was needed to deal with enemies, she didn’t leave her area and allowed her ghosts to subdue intruders.

  Her ability was quite busted.

  With all that free time avaible, you might think she would spend her time doing something productive but she mainly used her free time refining her gothic lolita aesthetic, dressing me up, and hitting Kumashi.

  Setting her food down on her nearby table, I closed the nearby window, and headed to her bed. Hovering over her sleeping form, I took a deep breath and readied myself to deal with her.

  Gently grasping her shoulder, I nudged her slightly which didn’t gather much of a reaction from her aside from her eyes twitching. Perona was a bit of a heavy sleeper, which was a blessing when I didn’t want her to wake up, but a bit of a curse when I needed to wake her up.

  She really needed to be shaken to properly wake up, but if I tried that I would end up on the floor menting ever being born, so instead I wasted five or so minutes gently nudging her awake until her eyes started to flutter in frustration at being disturbed.

  Her pupils were a bit strange, almost too rge just like they had been in the series, but surprisingly they weren’t freaky or off-putting. People in this world were weird as a rule anyway, what were rger pupils in a world where people had double arm joints?

  Her eyes were hazy for a second, but as her mind truly woke up her eyes turned slightly sharp and her stare fell on me.

  She was waiting for her greeting.

  “Good morning, princess,” I say with a slight cheer in my inflection, she was adamant I call her that, “I prepared you some food if you’re feeling hungry,”

  Her eyes looked at my form, eyeing the outfit she had prepared for me, her lips turned into a soft smile, a sense of satisfaction settled into her face.

  “Cute.”

  She was complimenting her own style choices rather than me, at least that’s how I felt, and even if she wasn’t, what sort of man wants to be called cute?

  I didn’t respond, it was better to stay silent than to make a mistake considering her short fuse.

  She pulled herself up from the bed as the silk sheets rolled off her body and revealed her bck and pink babydoll she used as pajamas. The fabric around her breasts was much thicker than the flowy ce that fell down to her thighs, and instead of the usual floral pattern that such nightwear might have, hers were filled with skulls and bones.

  I tried my best to stop my eyes from wandering, sure, she was a certified bitch, but she was also hot as hell. If she caught me she would tease me the entire day, and that would not be fun at all.

  Slipping on her pink bear slippers, she dragged herself more than walked to the nearby table and settled into her purple plush table.

  Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she picked up her utensils and started digging in with gusto, making exaggerated faces and moans as ate a piece of the pancakes.

  “So good~”

  She was being dramatic, the food wasn’t that good, I knew because I made my own breakfast and it was just alright.

  With scary precision, she continued targeting the stack of pancakes before she started on her eggs, and then scarfing down the rest like she feared the food might just jump off the pte and make a break for it.

  Surprisingly she manages to do this without looking like a total slob.

  I stand to her side, arms behind my back, it’s a bit awkward to watch a person eat but she insists for me to stay during her meals. But today I have a request for her, so I try to stay on my best behavior before I think about asking for anything.

  Turning her attention to the cup of tea to the side, she pours a bit of milk into the still steaming cup and slowly stirs as she brings the drink to her lips and sips quietly. This is just my assumption, but I think she likes the atmosphere more than the tea itself, a bit like a child that pretends to smoke because they think it’s cool, but naturally, I keep these thoughts to myself.

  Even though I already know what she will ask for next, I have to wait for her to finish her meal and ask before I start preparing her bath.

  Taking one final sip of her cup and setting it down on the small saucer on the tray is the signal that she’s done, so she turns to face me again, “Arty, get my bath ready.”

  I only smile at her, “Right away,” I turn on my heel and head to the door at the far side of her room where her bathroom is located.

  The room is quite big, bigger than my room, but I’ve already gotten used to the size of things in Thriller Bark. The room is mostly clear, white marble covers most of the room’s surface, a rge mirror is pced over the stone vatory on the side, plenty of makeup and skincare products litter the surface of the vanity top, but I just walk past these and head to the rge bathtub in the center.

  Getting her bath ready is quite easy so I won’t even mention it, my thoughts are more focused on debating the chance of getting caught trying to read the day’s newspaper.

  That was actually what I wanted to ask Perona for, but she usually denies me even that so I wanted to make sure she was buttered up before I tried anything.

  The paper was delivered to her every day by the Risky Brothers, but Perona never bothered to read it and asked me to throw it in the trash. At first I made sure to read the papers before throwing them away, but Perona quickly caught on to the attention I was paying to the news and it pissed her off.

  Like really pissed her off, though for the life of me I can’t figure out what set her off like that.

  Now she keeps an eye on the paper for the most part, she won’t read it, but she keeps it around until the end of the day before disposing of it. She does it to get to me, I guess.

  Information in the Florian Triangle is very scarce, and I desperately needed information on where the Strawhats were. The newspapers were the only source for this information.

  The first few papers I had managed to read had reported on the defeat of Arlong, giving credit to a rookie by the name of Strawhat Luffy, but that was the st bit of news I had gotten before Perona forced this embargo on me.

  I knew that the time frame between the start of canon until the Marineford War was about four to five months so they should be arriving at Thriller Bark any day now. Hell, they might even arrive today for all I knew.

  Seeing the tub was filled with hot water, I turned back to leave the bathroom but Perona was already standing by the door, her babydoll discarded and repced with a pink towel wrapped around her body tightly.

  I was once again stunned at how women were shaped in this world, and not for the first time since arriving at Thriller Bark, I was happy that skirts did a whole lot to hide boners.

  “Horo-horo-horo!” she ughed as she watched me, likely catching where my attention had gone, but I managed to keep a poker face despite this, “What are you looking at, Arty? I don’t bme you, it’s hard not to notice the appeal of your princess, right?”

  Her teasing had started.

  At times I didn’t really know how to react to her antics, it wasn’t my fault though, the problem stemmed from Perona’s change of personality and escating advances.

  When she first made me her servant (read: sve), the most physical contact between us was when she ordered me to brush her hair, but by the second week she was asking me to run my fingers through her hair, by the next week she was taking naps on my p and tracing the shape of my face with her fingers like she was trying to figure out a puzzle.

  As a hot-blooded man, I didn’t really have much of an issue with this though everything was done on her terms and the smallest overstep on my part would see me assaulted by her depresso ghosts. So instead of mutual intimacy it was more like she was using me like a toy.

  It made it hard to know how much she wanted me to do, like a cat that asked to be petted but if you lingered one second too long you would receive a painful scratch.

  Things only escated from there, once I ‘messed up’ my ribbons, I was supposed to use a pink ribbon for the outfit she picked out for me but instead I used a bubblegum one so she decided to punish me.

  Sitting between her legs on her bed, she wrapped her arms around me, tracing her fingers around my exposed midriff while she sniffed my hair and commented on how cute I was. Then we both made a discovery on how sensitive my new body was when she decided to lick my ears.

  The sound I let out at that time will forever haunt me but it only seemed to enthrall her even more. For whatever reason the body my devil fruit gave me was hypersensitive, in my previous life if you rubbed my nipples or touched my earlobes I would give you a confused look, but now my body reacts to such things.

  It was humiliating, but for the next few days Perona kept finding things to nitpick about my work and her so-called punishments continued to escate.

  Before I knew it I had been ordered to strip and Perona rode me with the experience of a total virgin who only focused on getting off.

  I admit, it was hot, but it sucked to be used like that.

  I suppose technically it could be called rape, even though I didn’t exactly refuse her advances, it wasn’t like I had a choice either. But I guess it’s true what Hancock says, you’ll be forgiven if you are beautiful.

  I can bet my ass that if Perona had been repced with Dadan that I would swear vengeance and chase her until the ends of the Earth to kill her. But because it was someone beautiful like Perona I was only mildly annoyed.

  She continued to stare at me, taking in my expression and silence as confirmation of my embarrassment, she smirked.

  “Horo-horo-horo,” she let out another ugh in clear amusement, “Tell you what, Arty, If you behave and are at your best behavior, then maybe I can give you a reward, how does that sound?”

  This actually caused me to pay attention to her, she usually just starts teasing me when she notices me staring at her body, but she had never once rewarded me for anything.

  Was it just her teasing me, or did she actually have something in mind? Ugh, I hated how much I cared about her stupid reward.

  I knew that she was likely just messing with me, but that stupid lizard part of my brain just couldn’t let the thought go, “Reward? What are you talking about, princess?”

  Her smile widened significantly, like she had just caught me in her trap, “Well… just behave for now, Arty, and maybe you’ll be blessed enough to find out, okay? Now go wait for me outside and get my outfit ready,” she commanded me and the conversation was over, she walked over to the bath and I headed for the exit, painfully aware of how tight my boxers were.

  Stepping out of the steaming bath, my eyes were immediately drawn to the freshly delivered newspaper on the vanity. The Risky Brothers must have delivered it when I was preparing the bath.

  It was just carelessly rolled up on the counter, ready to be read…

  Truthfully this wasn’t a bad chance to read it, Perona tended to take upwards of an hour in the bath at times, plenty of time to read the paper without her finding out, though there was a catch.

  Perona was quite fond of using her ghosts to observe me when she was awake and apart from me, like right now.

  It wasn’t unusual for me to spot one or two ghosts watching me from afar every once in a while, so technically I could be reading the paper one second and be caught the next.

  So the question was, is the risk worth it? Finding out where the Strawhats were would give me tremendous peace of mind, but at the same time the information would do me little good since I couldn’t act on the information anyway. Once they arrived then I could act during the chaos, but there was little I could do at the moment.

  Say I found out they were going to arrive tomorrow, would I be able to do anything with that? Not really, I already had a small stockpile of salt that I had been gathering in secret while cooking so prep was already done for the most part.

  And no, this wasn’t me trying to be on my best behavior so I could find out what the reward Perona was talking about, surely not.

  Deciding that the news could wait another day, I headed for the dresser and started taking out the clothes that Perona wanted to wear today.

  [X]

  The day went by in a fsh, like most other days spent just zing about in Perona’s room. Like I said, she really didn’t need much maintenance aside from adhering to a whim now and again.

  I had just delivered her food and had been excused to deal with the rest of my chores which were just washing the pans and pots used to make her meal. Light work.

  Heading down the rge spiral staircase to the area’s kitchen, I spotted the lumbering form of Kumashi, a zombie who resembled a patchwork teddy bear rather than a real bear. His furry skin barely clung to his flesh, it looked as though it might tear off at any second, and his blood-shot eyes were a beading angry red, likely from the ck of eyelids, though he was anything but weak.

  I had personally seen him smash through solid rock with his rge paws, a single swipe was enough to bisect a towering pirate captain who somehow managed to seek up all the way past Hogback’s mansion. He was also the de-facto leader of Perona’s zombies, though he hardly ever commanded anyone considering that Perona hated when he spoke.

  Personally I felt bad for the man? Zombie? Shadow? Whatever.

  Not being able to talk must suck, and cking eyelids must be the worst, though the bear never compined and dutifully served Perona with fierce loyalty.

  He too gave me the cold shoulder and continued up the stairs up to Perona’s room.

  Despite being dispced as the favorite, Perona still liked having him around more than the rest of the zombies so he spent some time in her room, though his duties were more of those of a teddy bear than a real guard.

  I hadn’t been told this explicitly, but his real role was to protect Perona’s body in the worst case scenario that someone found it. I guess despite how arrogant and delusional Perona was, she was still aware that telling me something like that would only help me escape my situation. Or perhaps she didn’t think I was capable of that and merely didn’t tell me because it wasn’t my business.

  Reaching the kitchens I found it quite desote, though that was normal now. I heard that before I arrived there was an entire staff of zombies that would make Perona’s meals, but since she had me making everything she ate now there was no need for them anymore so they were assigned other duties by the hippo dude.

  Perona was the only real person in this part of Thriller Bark aside from me so the kitchen was basically my domain now. It was the reason why I had managed to hoard a small surplus of salt in a sack the size of my head. Fistful by fistful, I had grown the sack’s content in preparation for the day I would escape this isnd though there were still a few problems to deal with.

  First, salt alone was not enough to beat zombies, it needed to be swallowed for them to be exorcised. Easy for people like Ussop and Robin who had means to transfer the salt into the mouths of zombies, but I had no such thing.

  Moreover there were no zombies, aside from the Risky Brothers, who I felt confident in defeating, so knocking them down to feed them salt wasn’t an option.

  This meant that my best chance of using this salt was giving it to the Strawhats when they arrived on the isnd.

  I could expin how Moria’s power worked, the existence of Oars, Absalom and his powers, Hogback’s duplicitous nature, and guide Ussop to deal with Perona. Armed with salt they should be able to prevent Zombies from overrunning them like in canon and the crew should be able to deal with Moria if they all face him together.

  It was a barebones pn to be sure, but it was the best I could come up with without being able to freely explore the ship. The main crux of the pn’s efficacy was how fast I could get to the Strawhats, the sooner the better.

  If I was lucky, Oars would never get Luffy’s shadow and things would end easier than they had in canon.

  Technically there was also Kuma to worry about, but he was a revolutionary so the chances of him actually hurting the crew was low.

  Finishing my chores for the day, I headed out to end my work for the day. The short way back was up the stairs and through Perona’s garden, though I avoided that pce as much as possible. The atmosphere would be nice if it wasn’t for the death stares from all the zombies that congregated there.

  The long way was going through the long hallways directly underneath the bridge that hosted the garden and then finally up through rather steep stairs back to the Mast Mansion. I took special note of this passage since I hadn’t ever seen any zombies in that area, not even the zombie paintings that lingered around the walls of Thriller Bark. It was like a complete dead zone.

  With a bit of chaos it was the perfect path to leave the Mast Mansion and reach Hogback’s pce without dealing with Perona’s wild zombies.

  Reaching the more familiar hallways, I walked back to Perona’s room on auto-pilot.

  Honestly, the Thriller Bark arc didn’t really seem all that tough when I saw it in the anime, there was hardly any enemies that looked all that strong, even Moria himself ended up being rather weak, but now that I was here I gained a whole lot of perspective on the strength of a warlord.

  Things in the world had already changed without me doing anything, so could I trust that the Strawhats would come here? Usually in these sorts of stories following canon sucks, but canon happening was my lifeline.

  If I heard news that the Strawhats arrived in Sabaody without coming here then things would get a bit dire, though not hopeless.

  The Marineford War should happen one way or another, and in that case Moria would be called and leave the isnd. The only reason he survived the hit by Dofmingo and the Pacifistas was because Absalom saved him in the st second. Without Absalom then Moria would likely die and my shadow would be freed from his grasp.

  In this scenario all I would have to deal with is Absalom himself, not exactly an easy target, or rather an extremely difficult person to deal with, but also not insurmountable. Poison was still a thing, right? It would be a gamble, but if I managed to kill him before the war then I should be free from Moria’s power.

  It was just a hypothetical situation, but still, it wasn’t a bad idea to pn for worst case scenarios.

  Reaching Perona’s room I was met with two familiar figures, hippo zombie, who never told me his name, and Kumashi. They guarded the door like stone statues, completely unmoving, stoic, ready to strike.

  I gave them a small smile but they ignored me, so I just slipped past them and entered the room.

  “Princess, I just-”

  The words died in my mouth as I caught sight of Perona lying on her bed.

  She was on her side, her pink hair was spyed out beneath her, and a finger was pyfully tapping on her cheek. Her usual heavy makeup was absent, but even that didn’t distract me from what she was wearing.

  Bck ce. It left very little to the imagination, and the dark lingerie contrasted quite heavily with her pale skin.

  I somehow managed to drag my attention, kicking and screaming, off her body and gnced at the room itself.

  A single pink candle was lit at the center of her room on her table, casting the area with dim light. The windows had been closed and the crimson curtains were drawn, giving it an almost eerie air.

  She had put more thought into this reward than what I expected.

  The ce lingerie was not only see-through, but it was more revealing than any of the clothes she had worn to bed before now.

  Her lips were curled into a small smirk as she saw my expression, her dark eyes lit with anticipation and desire as she took in my stunned expression.

  Unsure of how to react, my mouth simply opened and closed without a sound. She was very pleased.

  “Horo-horo-horo, what do you think, Arty? Do you like what you see?” she asked as she shifted her pose and id on her back, purposefully thrusting out her busty chest which seemed to spill out to her sides from how heavy her breasts were.

  She raised one of her legs up into the air slowly, seductively, and then brought it back down over her other one. Her smooth, pale legs were surprisingly thick in comparison to the rest of her body, and the bck stockings she wore heavily accentuated her thick thighs.

  Unconsciously I was already before her bed. She smirked.

  “Well? You damn punk, I asked you a question, didn’t I?” she barked with no real bite, her smile was growing wider with each passing second.

  “Yes… you look very sexy,” I respond without thinking, but quickly add in a second compliment, “And extra cute,” that brings a light to her eyes.

  Above all, she loves to be called cute.

  Taking one of her feet, she tip toes up from my legs and taps her foot on my stomach, like she’s pointing at me, “You’ve been a very good boy tely, you didn’t even try to read the newspaper today, I was very happy when I saw that~”

  For a second, the heat leaves my body as I understand what she says, but I push that mentality away and keep my poker face on.

  So she was watching me during that time? I didn’t see any ghosts at that time, but perhaps she was more observant than what I was giving her credit for. I guess it was good luck I decided not to look at the paper today.

  “So I’ve been thinking about a way to reward you and I finally came up with just the thing, but there is one final thing I want to confirm,” she continues, her eyes never once leaving my form.

  Unabashedly curious about what this reward is, I carefully listen to her next words, “Drop your underwear and raise your skirt for me, just for a second.”

  Immediately I know what she is looking for, but I really have no shame when I am horny so my boxers drop to the ground and my hands reach for the skirt she’s forced me to wear. Slowly I lift up the skirt’s edges to reveal my rock solid dick standing at attention.

  “You really are almost perfectly cute,” she speaks, her voice low and dazed, “That monster between your legs is the only thing that’s so not cute,” but despite her words, her eyes are transfixed on my erection as she lightly bites her lip.

  “So just for tonight, you can be in charge,” she expins, her eyes fixed to mine, there’s a faint blush over her cheeks, “we can do whatever you want… just for tonight ?,” her voice is sickly sweet like honey, tempting me closer to trap me and never let me go.

  Looking down on her on the bed, seeing her wear such revealing see-through lingerie, looking so vulnerable for the first time, I can’t stop my impulses as I throw my clothes to the side faster than I have ever undressed in my life and hop on the bed.

  My hands quickly reach for the supple flesh of her legs, the soft texture of the nylon works as a grip for my hands. Making her open her legs for me gives me a sudden sense of superiority, this only intensifies when I see thin ce panties, clearly wet from arousal. For a second, my brain tells me to take her right then and there, but my higher mind functions kick in and I rein myself in.

  Instead I pce my hard dick over the ce panties, and put most of my weight over her body as I y over her. She readily allows me to hold both her hands above her head with a strong grip while our faces are less than an inch apart, close enough that I feel her breath on my skin and her aroma overwhelms my desires as a man.

  Not breaking eye contact, I use my free hand to py with the fabric of her bra, slightly pulling on it as I slowly drag my finger through her skin which earns me a small moan and two extra shades of red on her face.

  I stop teasing her and carefully drag the ce down to free her breasts which spill out and press up against my chest. Taking one of her pink nipples between my fingers, I roll them slightly and Perona arches her back as if to bring herself closer to my touch.

  Her eyes slightly flutter from the sudden sensation, and I can’t help but notice the way her presence, always so commanding and insistent, now feels delicate and fragile. My body, so used to following her orders, is finally free to do as I wish. But even now, I find that I am unable to keep control fully, I need to push more.

  I continue rubbing her small nipple between my fingers, a bit less gentler this time and the effect is immediate. So I push this advantage.

  “Ah!” she lets out a small cry when I let go of her wrists and bring my mouth to her exposed nipple.

  Her taste is sweet and salty, it’s hard to describe without sounding like a pervert, but the sound she makes as I suckle from her drives me to keep going.

  I can feel the heat radiating from her crotch, even through the ce and the wetness grows bigger to the point where I can hear small squelching sounds. For the first time since arriving at the isnd, I feel like I have the upper hand with her.

  At first I think Perona will compin that this isn’t what she meant by being in charge, but as I feel her body squirm under my touch I know she’s enjoying it, perhaps even more than me.

  Releasing her nipple from my mouth, I hear a wet pop and Perona’s breath hitches. She’s so sensitive, it’s still hard to believe she was the same person who haughtily commanded to dress like a girl.

  The pressure inside me builds up past the point where I can control myself so I reach down to pull her panties to the side, exposing her wet pussy which suddenly twitches from the attention, as though it was calling for me. Not able to wait anymore, I push up against her flesh and her walls greedily accept my member, happily sucking me in as I thrust into her.

  “Oh, Art!” she moans into my ear as she wraps her, now free, arms around my shoulders.

  The slightest roll of my hips is enough to send white-hot pleasure through my entire body, and I use both my arms to support myself so I can thrust against her with more force.

  The eye contact becomes too much for her, so she turns her face which was now completely red and tries to bury it into her pillow to mild success since I keep her body pinned below me as I continue to roll my hips into her with a hard and slow rhythm.

  Realizing she won’t get to escape this way, and with her moans quickly taking over the silence in the room, she turns back to face me, a bit of bite to in her expression, “Kiss me already!” she commands, but I merely smirk, the power already going to my head.

  “I thought I was in charge tonight? Or was that a lie?” I tease and she immediately pouts but doesn’t move to rebuke me, too focused on the sensations running through her body.

  She gets the unspoken command and capitutes, though clearly begrudgingly, “Please, OH-” she starts, but interrupts herself with a moan which causes her to grow even more embarrassed, “please kiss me,” she manages with a surprisingly quiet voice.

  I am tempted to tease her more, but honestly, I don’t know how long her good mood will st so I don’t push it. Pushing my lips to hers, the kiss is all but chaste, our tongues meet right away, and I have little trouble pushing hers back into her mouth where she gives me control to explore her mouth.

  Her cries are muffled by my lips as our kiss intensifies into pure lustful want.

  Her body, warm and soft, wraps around me. Her legs hook around my waist, urging me to go faster, deeper, harder. I don’t have a good sense of time, but I feel the world spin around me as I continue to thrust into her even harder.

  She lets out another throaty moan as her body suddenly tenses and her pussy coils around me tightly. Her nails dig into my back as she basks in the afterglow of her orgasm, but my hips only slow down rather than stop.

  I haven’t finished yet so giving her a second to catch her breath and for her body to rest, I pull out of her pussy and slide over her body, pressed between my legs she stares at my still hard cock as I put it between her soft, rge breasts.

  She looks a little lost for a second, too dazed from the orgasm and a ck of experience, so I give her nipples a small pinch to jolt her awake. She understands what I want and using her own fluids as lubricant, she sloppily starts to massage my cock with her breasts.

  At first it is awkward, but she quickly gets a hang of how this works and she’s soon matching my own pace as I thrust myself between the soft flesh she has to offer. Her breasts are rge enough to completely obscure my view of my own member, but by the time she catches the small gnce of my tip as it pokes out between her cleavage, I am already too far gone to stop.

  A small jet of cum sprays past her breasts and nds on her cheek, her eyes go wide and she looks surprised despite what we have been doing. Most of it, however, ends up between the valley of her cleavage. I feel a little bad that I have made a mess, and for a second I think Perona would be upset at this, but she only brushes the small streak of cum on her cheek and looks at it with a curious expression, “Do you want me to, uhm” she says stumbling between words, “Swallow this?” she asks incredulously.

  I can only stare at her for a few seconds in pure shock, but I quickly regain my composure, “I knew you were a huge pervert, but this is even beyond that.”

  Her eyes widen at my words and her face does the impossible and somehow manages get even more red, but before she can say anything I smile at her, “Haha, sorry I was just teasing you,” I admit quickly giving her a quick peck on the lips to prevent her from gathering her thoughts.

  “I want you to swallow it,” I admit while looking her in the eye. I don’t know where exactly she got the idea from since I never really brought it up, so I can only assume this is her own desire that she is trying to push onto me by making ‘order’ her to do it.

  And true to my conclusion, she happily takes a rope of cum that nded on her cheek and drags it to her mouth using her finger. I never tasted cum before, not anymore than the residue on the lips of my girlfriend after a blowjob, but I heard it doesn’t taste good at all so to see Perona, the sweet tooth monster, suck the cum off her finger with a smile in her sends a jolt from my brain directly to my dick which grows to full mast despite having just cummed.

  If my devil fruit gave me any powers I guess it was that, removing the cooldown between boners.

  “Turn around.”

  My command was received with some confusion, but as the realization of what I was asking her to do dawned on her it looked like she might protest. She was clearly embarrassed, but, despite herself, she managed to obey me and turned around to expose herself while holding herself up on her hands and knees.

  Her body was fragile, delicate, thin and trembling, but not out of fear or discomfort. The anticipation of what was to come was visible not only in her body, but in her expression and her voice.

  I stared at the pink skulls that decorated the back of her panties, and my brain melted at the sight. The heat between her legs, the soft flesh, the hard nipples, and the way her body squirmed with the slightest touch drove me to a primal state of desire.

  Kneeling behind her, I took a moment to take in the sight before me.

  Her spine was arched in such a way that her ass was pressed against me the moment I got close enough, I pulled down her panties to the middle of her thighs, just enough to expose her soft, pink lips, and I enjoyed the way her back seemed to tense.

  “Are you going to put it in?” she asked with a small voice, one that I was sure had never escaped her lips before, one that was just one step behind begging.

  “Yeah, for as long as I can,” I respond as I grab her hips and press my body against hers from behind. Pcing my hand on her lower back, I slowly guide her to arch her hips into a more comfortable position as I thrust myself back in.

  “Agh! You’re so deep!” she excimed as I drove my member into her wet pussy, coating myself with the sticky remnants of her first orgasm.

  Leaning over her body, I reached for her breasts and pinched her nipples between my fingers. Her reaction was instantaneous, her already wet pussy started dripping her fluids down to the silk sheets, a mess that I was keenly aware that I would have to clean tomorrow but I didn’t care in the slightest.

  Guided by her moans and mewing, I started to pound her from behind even harder, the sound of my hips spping against her ass filled the room. But I wasn’t the only one doing the work, Perona was pushing her hips back as she tried to match my pace, instinctually seeking more pleasure. The sight was extremely erotic and I felt myself get closer to the edge.

  Seeing Perona shake her ass was too much and without really thinking about what I was doing, raised my hand to spank her. I wanted to leave a mark of dominion on her so that tomorrow when she woke up she would have a reminder how submissive she had been.

  Swatting her ass with some force, I was rewarded with a loud smack and a small yelp as Perona once again tensed around me, her walls greedily sucking me in as she climaxed once more. Not breaking the pace and taking the fact that she hadn’t attacked me with her ghosts as permission to continue, I gave her ass several more smacks, enough to leave an angry red handprint on her. Rather than getting angry it seemed she was only growing more and more aroused with each strike, though I wisely kept any comments of her masochistic nature to myself as I gave her a few more violent pumps.

  “I’m close!” I warned her between grunts, and Perona only quietly hummed back as a response, her voice was likely shot from the loud moans and screams.

  “Inside,” was all she verbalized before returning to moaning and panting.

  That was all that was keeping me from going over the edge and so my seed shot deep into her pussy as I made sure to give her one st final deep thrust. I swear she must have been made out of sponge, because she soaked up my cum and left very little of it to drip out of her. Even now, the only thing that leaked from her pussy were her own juices.

  Tired and spent, she dropped immediately down to the bed and I was tempted to fall on her, but the cool silk sheets were much more appealing than her hot sweaty skin, so I managed to fall to her side, my arm still holding her waist.

  There was silence for a few seconds as Perona’s back lifted up and down in deep breaths, she fell asleep on the spot.

  Smirking to myself I turned to grab the covers on the foot of the bed but as I reached for them I was stopped by the sudden appearance of a box in front of me.

  Floating text greeted me for the first time in this world.

  Perona stats increased: +0.2% to all stats!

  Perona copy skill role: Failed!

  Perona domination score: 72%

  XP Awarded: +150 XP.

  Level up!

  Level up!

  Level up!

  Skill points avaible: 3.

  See status?

  “What the shit-”

  Was the smut scene too long? Too short? Not descriptive enough? Too descriptive? Hotel? Trivago? Seriously I did actual research into how smut is written (by reading it) to come up with this so I wouldn't mind some input into how it turned out, right direction I hope.

  Also how fast would you want updates? I think this chapter was 9k words, and at that length I think I can maybe write a chapter every 3-4 days, but say something like 4k words? I can maybe write that in 2 days. I'm curious as to what readers would prefer, if you even have a preference.