In order to manifest my aspirations and freely navigate the world of One Piece, I am aware of the imperative to amass a formidable crew of individuals. I am also well aware of the immense strength possessed by my devil fruit, which undoubtedly tips the scales in my favor. However, it is crucial to acknowledge that this power comes with its own set of drawbacks. Once the moment arrives for me to unleash the full potential of the Hito Hito no Mi, Model: Nika, I must brace myself for the relentless pursuit of the world government, who will stop at nothing to eliminate me.
If you believe I can rely on the help of the Joy Boy supporters, you are sorely mistaken. When the time comes, I couldn't care less about being associated with the Drums of Liberation, let alone attempting to unite the world.
"They can all unite beneath my dick," I murmured with a wry chuckle. As I glanced back at Miss Goldenweek, her anxiety heightened, causing her hand gripping the brush to tremble uncontrollably.
"So that's it, huh? Are you still not up for joining me? Well, don't hold me responsible if I happen to dispatch you to Impel Down. In fact, I might even make a special request for your placement in a level 3 cell."
Eventually, she could no longer suppress her emotions, and her true nature emerged as she unleashed a barrage of curses upon me, exclaiming, "Are you for real? You scum!... if that happens, I won't forgive you. I will use any means to get out of there and kill you!"
I wasn't the least bit concerned by her threat, as it was utterly implausible. I find myself compelled to chuckle at the high-pitched timbre of her voice, which, despite her advanced years, possesses a distinctly childish quality. It may be hard to fathom, given my tender age of 15, but this year, she happens to be three years older than me.
"It's up to you, but I believe that place is very hot and barren, you might even die of drought, you also have to learn to be a sand painter because there will be no wet paint there-"
I had the urge to persist in taunting her, but upon witnessing her frustration leading to the breaking of her brush, I decided to pause momentarily. Her body trembled with anger, yet she found herself incapable of taking any action.
My hand nonchalantly cradled her lustrous dark red hair, neatly woven into twin braids without a hint of disturbance. Judging by its lackluster appearance, she hadn't taken a shower since our heated argument the previous night. Despite my generous gestures, she chose to seclude herself in her room, engrossed in her artistic pursuits. Perhaps this sense of indifference arose upon discovering that the next destination on my itinerary was Arabasta, an island of great significance to her Baroque Works.
Unintentionally, I concealed my desire when I uttered, "If I had to choose, I would prefer that friend of yours who has blonde hair and a loud laugh. Her name is Miss Valentine, right?"
"What are you doing? Get away from me!... I already know you must have bad intentions. You marines are much worse than pirates!"
In a state of panic, Miss Goldenweek tumbled from her chair and hastily scuttled away from me. The veil of her composure shattered, revealing the unmistakable traces of fear carved upon her face as I persistently pursued my unwelcome advances. As I made my way towards her again, she remained resolute, striking out at me without a moment's pause. However, I swiftly intercepted her hand, preventing the blow from landing.
"Why should anyone concern themselves with your opinion? You admitted your worthlessness to me. Hence, prior to dispatching you to Impel Down, I will do what I want with you."
"No!... don't touch me! I understand you want me to join you, right?... I will, therefore, stop... don't!..."
I was taken aback by the intensity of her reaction. Unexpectedly, tears streamed down her face as she begged me. It was a stark contrast to her typically indifferent demeanor. However, I remained unaffected and continued uttering callous words that shattered her aspirations.
"As you recommended, I will look for another hypnotist. I'm sure I can find one in this vast Grand Line," Despite her seniority, her childish body renders her utterly defenseless in my presence, allowing me to throw her on the bed easily.
"Wait, I'm stronger than them... what I said earlier was just a lie... Mister 0 chose me because he knew I was a talented hypnotist."
She was overcome with desperation, particularly when she witnessed me reaching for my trousers. However, I simply offered a smile before pausing and turning my gaze towards her, "Well, why don't we put it to the test right now? You can grant us both the hypnosis you employed on me the other day."
As I observed the astonishment across her face, it became evident that she understood the implications of my words. At that moment, she found great amusement in witnessing my struggle with my aroused member. Our eyes locked, and in that fleeting moment, a blush painted Miss Goldenweek's cheeks.
"Why did you choose that? You're such a bastard!... I simply cannot find it within me to forgive you!"
Growing tired of her constant chatter, I gently scooped her up and settled her onto my lap, enveloping her in a tight embrace that rendered her utterly defenseless.
"Here are the rules, whoever can last the longest without giving in to your hypnotic lust, wins."
"Wait a minute. You're the only one who benefits here because you're a pervert... ahnn..." I managed to stop her protest by swiftly nipping at her ear, causing a sudden surge of electricity to course through her body, resulting in a tremor.
"Indeed, I benefit from that. Your immature body fails to ignite any desire within me. If you truly wish to emerge victorious, you have to try hard."
Although I possess the body of a 15-year-old Luffy, I still tower over Miss Goldenweek, who boasts a more small frame. Hence, the present situation appears rather taboo, as we, akin to siblings, engage in illicit activities concealed from our parents.
Noticing her disheveled shape, I kindly retrieved her brush and urged her to hasten, as my schedule was tight. This caused her to experience a surge of anxiety. She is unwilling to commit to the test, yet she also cannot allow me to have free rein.
"I won't forgive you!... die! I hope you die in the most painful way... ahhh... stop... mmmh... what are your hands doing to my chest, you bastard!... "
"You're being quite slow, and I must add that there's nothing of interest for me to grasp upon your rather flat chest. So, please refrain from yielding to any delusions."