Kizaru:!?
If it were any other time, he would be thrilled to eat the ingredients specially provided by the Celestial Dragons. But now, he only felt terrified.
"That's it, go ahead and tell the kitchen to prepare dinner," Lakeman instructed the butler, not giving Kizaru a chance to refuse.
"Yes." The butler bowed, looked at Kizaru deeply, and turned to leave.
Kizaru broke into a cold sweat. What are you looking at me for? I haven't done anything! It's not like I want to have dinner with your master!
"Vice Admiral, let's stop standing and sit down and chat," Lakeman warmly invited Kizaru into the captain's cabin, his tone as familiar as if he were in his own home.
Kizaru: ??
Who is the captain of this ship?
"Okay," Kizaru followed Lakeman into the captain's cabin with a subtle expression. There was no escape now; he had to see what this Celestial Dragon wanted.
But soon, Kizaru regretted it.
In the captain's room, Lakeman asked him to share interesting stories about the Marines.
Isn't this just asking me to tell a story? Kizaru was a little confused but could only rack his brains to recall some things that were not covered by confidentiality regulations and tell them to Lakeman. Since he wasn't good with words, he spoke dryly. But Lakeman listened with fascination and devotion, which made Kizaru feel even more bewildered.
No, I think my storytelling skills are terrible, but he still listens with enjoyment? Kizaru's mood became increasingly heavy.
He had heard a saying: lovers beautify each other in their eyes. No matter how ignorant, boring, or uninteresting a person is, in the eyes of someone who likes them, they are vivid, interesting, and full of light.
This Celestial Dragon doesn't like me, does he? Kizaru secretly cursed and couldn't help but feel pain in his gut.
Little did he know, Lakeman was interested in the ever-increasing binding progress.
[Binding Borsalino.]
[Current progress: 1.34%...]
[Current progress: 1.56%...]
[Current progress: 1.89%...]
Lakeman felt happy seeing the slowly climbing progress. As for Kizaru's stories? They went in one ear and out the other.
On the Other Side.
The butler stepped onto Lakeman's boat and began to order the chef to prepare dinner. "The master invites Vice Admiral Kizaru to dine with him on the warship. Move the ingredients there and prepare them."
The servants on the ship were stunned. What's the situation? The Celestial Dragon inviting an ordinary person to dine?
"Hurry up and get to work!" the butler scolded. The servants came to their senses and continued their tasks. What the master did was his business. It was no good for servants like them to know too much.
But Hancock was different. She didn't start training immediately after getting on the ship. Instead, she stood aside, staring at the warship, waiting for a result. She had clenched her fists just now when she saw Lakeman eagerly entering the captain's cabin with Kizaru.
What! You don't really want to eat the shit stick, do you? Hancock's face changed slightly.
She couldn't accept it herself. Every time after their incidents, Lakeman always asked her to clean up. Over time, she slowly began to adapt. She had to admit that it gave her a strange feeling—a kind of spiritual satisfaction of being trampled, possessed, and conquered, her body and mind sinking. But only to her. Hancock couldn't accept Lakeman doing that to a man. She would rather be held in front of a floor-length mirror and forced to watch her whole process from calmness to sinking than accept Lakeman touching her again after doing things with a man. It would be better to kill her.
Hancock had a flashback to the times she had been with Lakeman. She remembered the feeling of his rough hands guiding her head, the warmth of his rod against her lips, and the way he would praise her when she cleaned him with her mouth afterward. The memory sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a mixture of shame and strange satisfaction.
This can't go on like this! Hancock frowned and decided to do something. She couldn't watch Lakeman go find a man, right? She thought for a while, then turned around and walked into the cabin, arriving in front of the middle-aged woman's room. Taking a deep breath, Hancock knocked on the door.
"Coming," the middle-aged woman opened the door and was slightly startled to see Hancock with a frosty face. But then, the middle-aged woman smiled.
"I know why you're here."
"Then..." Hancock's eyes were filled with hope, and she was about to speak.
"But I have nothing more to teach you. You have mastered all the skills and knowledge. What you lack is the right mindset," the middle-aged woman interrupted.
Hancock looked confused.
"In other words, initiative." The middle-aged woman pointed to Hancock's heart and closed the door.
Hancock was stunned. She frowned and left, returning to her room.
Initiative? Haven't I? I've been trying to please Lakeman.
"Wrong!" Hancock thought for a while, then suddenly had an idea and understood what the middle-aged woman meant.
Initiative means I must surrender to Lakeman from the bottom of my heart, recognize my status as a slave, and take pleasure in longing for my master's affection. These things were taught to me by the middle-aged woman. But who would want to be a slave?
If the ship from Nine Snake Island had not been attacked, she would still be groomed as the future queen.
Wait! Suddenly, Hancock was shocked. Her face turned livid and looked very ugly.
"How long has it been since I thought about Nine Snake Island?" Hancock turned pale and murmured to herself.
She had been indulging in her current life without realizing it. More than a month ago, her heart was full of hatred and anger. Why is there only peace now? She actually sought Lakeman's attention! She was worried about losing her status in Lakeman's heart!
"Am I crazy?" Hancock's pretty face turned pale, and she muttered to herself in disbelief.
It turned out she had been tamed by Lakeman unknowingly, becoming a 'slave' from the bottom of her heart. Lakeman gave her a strong sense of security. This sense of security made her involuntarily give up on herself, just to hold onto this feeling.
"No, how can I really become the slave of the Celestial Dragons!" Hancock's eyes widened, she held her head in her hands and said through gritted teeth.
She wants to refuse, fight, and wake up!
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