Nico Olivia.
She just turned 28 this year, and is a member of the exploration team that set sail from Ohara, the holy land of archaeology, to search for the "Poneglyphs: The Text of History."
"Poneglyphs: The Text of History."
They are cube-shaped stone monuments, about four meters on a side, made of a mineral that never crumbles, cracks, or melts, and are characterized by the "ancient characters" carved into them. However, exploring and studying them has been made a "taboo" by the World Government, an organization so gigantic and powerful that it would not be an exaggeration to say that it rules the world.
Therefore, pursuing the "Poneglyphs: The Text of History" is a criminal act, synonymous with going against the world itself -- Olivia and the others were naturally well aware of this. They were doing it with full knowledge of it.
But, even if they were rebels, they were definitely not destroyers. They have no intention of needlessly exposing the world to danger. At least, not intentionally from their side...
Olivia and the others are, of course, aware that this is likely to be dangerous enough to be considered a fallacy. The biggest reason given by the government in forbidding the exploration and research of the "Poneglyphs: The Text of History" is to prevent the revival of the "Ancient Weapons."
I see, that is certainly true, but the consensus of the Ohara scholars, including Olivia, is that there must be "something" other than that.
If that is the case, then they must seek it out--as Ohara scholars.
No matter how surprising the truth that lies there may be.
The past belongs to all of humanity.
And above all else--Robin.
For the sake of the "future" of the young daughter they left behind in their hometown of Ohara--!
...However.
Naturally, even if she complained like that, the World Government and its arm, the Navy, would not be convinced. If they found out about their actions, it was obvious that they would come and capture them without question. In fact, there was a good chance that they would skip that process and take a quicker approach - a journey that would put their lives at risk. Olvia knew that this was entirely possible. Of course, the other 33 companions would too.
That's why, with a heavy heart, she left her only daughter, who was still a young child, behind in her hometown. Taking her with her was out of the question due to the dangers mentioned above, and as a scholar from Ohara, she could not abandon the will of her predecessors, including her late husband - in other words, she could not remain on the island alone.
Also, even leaving aside the existence of a government and navy that did not approve of the existence of people like them, there was a certain amount of danger involved in going out to sea.
The world is now in the "Great Age of Pirates." For certain reasons, it is a harsh era in which many pirates ravage the world -- Olvia learned this all too well when she was caught up in an attack by pirates targeting a village on an island she visited one day.
Naturally, Olvia and the others had expected such trouble to occur, so they tried to fight back by taking up arms to defend themselves and the village, but
"Let go!"
"Don't worry! I'll be gentle!"
The gun that had been in her hand until just now was taken away and thrown into the sea -- even if she managed to retrieve it, the gunpowder inside would be useless because it would be ruined by the seawater -- Olvia was pinned down and mounted by a man with a particularly large build and a particularly rough appearance, who seemed to be the captain.
It was not that she was conceited in any way that she would definitely win. He was certainly aware that his true talents were used to study and prove the history left behind by the ancient people, and that combat was not his specialty.
However, at the same time, he was optimistic that if he took the initiative, something might work out. After all, the island Olvia and her group were on was part of an area called the "Grand Line," a vast supercontinent so long it crossed the world, and divided into four seas by the "Red Line," one of which was the "West Blue."
Powerful pirates - in other words, violent and powerful pirates - had already entered the "Grand Line," where a "certain treasure" that was the cause of the current era was said to be located, and unless they followed suit, they would not encounter any formidable pirates.
However, the result was disastrous.
Olvia's expectations were low, of course, but the big man riding on her was a "billion plus" - a general term for criminals who are considered dangerous enough to have a bounty of over a billion yen from the government - and she was subdued without being able to do anything. And soon, her friends, as well as the people of the village, would be -- Olvia gritted her teeth. She had to do something -- but her thin and soft body had no way to resist the big man's strength.
"You idiot! Please take it easy! We want to have some fun later!"
"Shut up! Then hurry up and do what you have to do! If you're not broken by the time it's over, we'll let you join in!"
"Hahahaha!"
"... What a hopeless bastard...!"
The sailors began to land one after another to carry out their full-scale plundering. Hearing the big man's words directed at one of them, Olvia let out a disgusted mutter. Naturally, the big man on top of her noticed, but he showed no signs of holding back - on the contrary, he flashed a sticky grin that was truly frightening, and ripped off Olvia's long coat, and even tore off the T-shirt underneath.
Most of her upper body, which had been covered by clothing until a moment ago, was now exposed to the outside air, and the big man's smile as he licked it all over became even more vicious and hideous. Olvia barely managed to hold back a scream, but it was impossible to stop her skin from bubbling. Someone, someone help me - she thought, which was unusual for her, but she knew that something so convenient was unlikely to happen very often...
However,
"Don't say such cruel things! If you stay quiet, not only will you not lose your life, but you'll feel amazing--!?"
The big man's words were cut off unnaturally. What on earth?
She blinked several times, her vision blurred with tears of shame and humiliation, and squinted.
Before she knew it, the big man who had been riding on her had disappeared. In his place, a young man was standing nearby. For a moment, she thought he was a boy, and in fact there was still a bit of childishness in his features--but he was probably in his late teens or early twenties. That's what Olvia thought. And so--but the next moment,
--Zzzzzzz♡
"?!"
Her lower abdomen. Olbia was confused when her uterus, the organ deep inside her, which is the most important organ for a woman to nurture the next generation of life, suddenly tingled sweetly and strongly. She was very confused. And at the same time, she couldn't take her eyes off the boy's face.
She also couldn't help but notice the very sweet smell that had been stimulating her nostrils for a while. It was clearly emanating from the boy. It was like a pheromone - no, I'm sure pheromones don't have a smell - a dangerous scent that drives women crazy and attracts them.
The young man, on the other hand, didn't seem to be aware that he was giving off such a scent, and he didn't look at Olbia at all except when he handed her the long coat that the big man had snatched and thrown away, which made her feel a little sad, but-
(What...)
What a beautiful young man. Olbia thought that from the bottom of her heart. She herself undoubtedly possessed beautiful features, and in fact, the number of men who had approached her up until now was quite large - but even for her, the beauty of the young man before her could be called extraordinary, he was so full of charm and mystery that it was as if he had been created by God himself.
Everything about him was beautiful. His facial features, his posture - everything.
Fair skin without a single blemish. Eyes painted a deep, clear crimson that reminded one of rubies. Cherry-colored lips, and trimmed silver hair that fell to her ears... Once again, Olvia held her breath. Her own heart was beating loudly. Of course, that had been the case ever since the big man had nearly raped her - but the emotion at the root of it all was the complete opposite. Not fear or shame or despair, but joy and envy. And - expectation.
"Wolf Slayer's Stomping Vegal Stamp"
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!?"
What on earth were they expecting? Of course it was - and while Olvia was asking herself this question in her mind, the situation had been resolved. The young man who had suddenly appeared had subdued the pirates in an instant, using his mysterious powers.
At that time, there were many extraordinary phenomena, such as a silent rumble and a golden aura rising from the young man's body, but Olvia didn't care about any of that.
She was simply - busy. Letting out an unbearable hot sigh, she turned her melting gaze towards the handsome young man who had saved her. And - her lower body clothes had not been torn. The mucus of lust was overflowing from her crotch, which was hidden by them. She had to somehow hold it back.
She was simply - busy.
And then――
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--All the way, all the way...!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa♡"
That night, in the moonlight, lying on her back on a deserted patch of grass on the beach, Olvia was happily accepting the penetration of Frey's penis as it covered her.
It was an act that she would never have allowed in the daytime, with the big, fat man who was so ugly and hard to believe he was the same man. Rather than not forgiving it, it would be better to say that she didn't have to forgive him thanks to the beautiful young man before her eyes――but of course, it wasn't just a small token of gratitude for that. It was also the result of Olvia's strong desire to make Frey do it――too strong a desire to make him do it.
Of course, it would be premature to call it a "result" just because she accepted the penetration -- but even so, Olvia couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of fulfillment filling her ample breasts with erect nipples.
Just before, she had confirmed that Frey was a virgin -- and she would be lying if she said that this wasn't a surprise. Looking at his age of 16 alone, it wasn't that unnatural, but why hadn't any female offered her rod to such an excellent male? And -- that's why Olvia was happy. The fact that she had become the "first" of such a strong, gentle, and yet masculine man.
No matter how much time passes from now on, she'll surely never be able to remember in detail the process she went through to get to this act with Frey -- Olvia thought this in the corner of her hazy consciousness, even as her consciousness was almost completely taken up by the presence of Frey's penis with its head plunging into her cervix.
All she could remember was that she had been captivated by Frey's first sight during the day, when he had saved her chastity at the last moment. Then, at the banquet held by the villagers afterwards, she was the first to secure a seat next to him, wondering if she could have sex with him somehow. She wanted to have sex with him - if she couldn't, she had to do it no matter what! She was so caught up in this shameless thought that she mustered all her wisdom and knowledge to a degree she had never remembered before.
It would be a lie if she was asked if she had no guilt towards her late husband, but to Olvia, it was a trivial matter. At least, from her perspective after learning of the existence of Ingnar Frey...
Age, past, and position were irrelevant. There was no need to compare things in detail, because she felt that opening her legs to a beautiful and attractive male in the world - no, even from the historical perspective - and accepting his seed was the true wish and mission of every woman in the world.
No matter how attractive Frey was, she was well aware that this train of thought was abnormal, even when compared to common sense. But her doubts about it did nothing to restrain Olvia's actions, and she had no intention of letting them. "Something" like a pheromone overflowing from Frey's body, "something" that was outside of human reason, was driving Olvia crazy. It was confusing her.
Even though she was vaguely aware of this, Olvia couldn't stop. She couldn't stop - and that's why
--Splat! Splat! Splat, splat, splat, splat! Splat! "Ahhh♡"
Perhaps because she was a virgin - Olvia didn't resist the large amount of cloudy liquid that was shot out just by the insertion, and she accepted it with a smile of genuine joy, without even having to move back and forth.
Sweet---Olvia thought. Due to the structure of the human body, there should be no organ inside the uterus that senses taste, but Olvia certainly thought and felt that way.
As if her uterus had been entrusted with the role of her mouth, the donut-shaped ring nibbled at Frey's glans, gulping down the reproductive fluids that were still being released from there. And every time the fluids that had entered her interior hit the wall of the nursery, Olvia's whole body jumped slightly.
It was an incredible happiness. It was an unexpected joy just to be the first woman into whom Ingnar Frey had inserted his genitals, but to have him ejaculate on top of that--it was truly the most ecstatic. A supreme experience.
"Oh... so much...♡ As always, a huge amount...♡"
Olvia said, remembering the ejaculation that had occurred in her mouth just before. Was she aroused again--slurp! Frey resumed his thrusts. Taken by surprise, Olvia gasped, "Ahhh♡".
She was pleased. The fact that her body seemed to have enough appeal to make him cum multiple times made her incredibly happy.
"Ahhh♡ Amazing, it's amazing♡ I came twice, and yet, ahhh♡ It's still like this♡ Uuuhhh♡"
Frey's thrusts from that point on were incredible. Was she using some special technique or power? Her sexual skills were developing so quickly that it made her wonder.
With each thrust, the angle and depth became more and more precise, and the caresses to her nape and breasts in between were nothing short of exquisite. Rather than learning, it was as if she had remembered how to make a woman happy, something she had forgotten until now - which is why Olvia was like,
"Eh... Eh?! No way, all of a sudden, like this, ah♡ No♡ Why♡ Suddenly♡ It's amazing, oooon♡"
It was a shameful way to moan. Her friends who know her normally intelligent and calm would surely be astonished. Despite this awareness, Olvia had no confidence in her ability to stop such a reaction, nor did she intend to stop it - and as a result,
--Splat! Splat, splat, splat! S ... Splat!
"... Aaah! Ah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah♡ I'm cumminggggg♡"
After making her climax once, he did a legs-over-head move, then pressed her in while entwining his tongue. He ejaculated as expected. In response, Olvia instinctively let go of his mouth, and a cry like the one she'd never heard in her life gushed out from the back of her throat.
It was an incredible feeling of pleasure, a sense of happiness. It feels good! It feels good! It feels so good! I could die - I'm going to die, I'm going to die, it feels so good I could die. Dead? No, I'm alive. I'm alive, and my uterus is accepting the reproductive juices of the greatest male in history, right in front of me. I'm being poured into him. I can't believe something so happy and honorable exists in this world! What a stroke of luck - sparks were bursting in my brain, and such thoughts were running through my mind.
"I said I'd teach you...♡"
After receiving the ejaculation that seemed so long as an eternity - though it was actually only a few minutes - Olvia said, relaxing her whole body.
"...I'm the one who's been taught this instead♡ That you're an incredibly excellent male♡...Thank you, it's been a long time since I've felt this happy--ahh♡...What?! No way...!?"
Olivia was taken aback when Frey's cock, still inside her vagina, suddenly regained its hardness and length. Surely--after he'd ejaculated this much three times?
"...I'm sorry, Olivia. I'm not done yet..."
It was no way. But her confusion only lasted for a moment. As long as he wants it, that's what we want too--thinking this, Olivia smiled lovingly,
"... Ah, ah♡ That's good♡ Hmmm♡ I was the one who said I'd teach you originally, ah♡ Oh♡ But in return..."
"...?"
"... M-san, ha♡ Ah♡ I don't need it♡... Can you call me 'Olivia'?"
"--! Ah, Olivia!"
"Haaaa♡"
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How many times did they do it after that? Of course, Olivia didn't count--it would be more accurate to say she couldn't count. She accepted that many ejaculations. She accepted them. With her uterus, between her breasts, with her mouth, with her palm--using every part of her body, without any refusal.
In the end, their intercourse continued until the morning sun appeared, and as a result, Olvia lost her reason and lay on her back with a melted expression on her face, her whole body decorated with the mucus of desire, her abdomen swelled like a pregnant woman, and a white puddle formed from the semen overflowing from her crotch - but of course, she didn't find it unpleasant, and even had a smile on her face. It was definitely the best day of her life.
And for some reason, she wasn't as tired as she thought she would be. Her hazy thoughts were due to pleasure, not fatigue, and as for her body, she even felt energized, as if she had slept for seven or eight hours. This was extremely strange, but Olvia thought that the cause must be Frey. At least, she hadn't felt this way when she had given birth to her daughter Robin with her late husband a long time ago.
She had a vague feeling from the first time she saw him and smelled his indescribable, seductive scent - this young man had a special "power". Olvia was now convinced of this. She didn't know if it was something he was born with, but in any case, there was no doubt that the beautiful young man before her bore a supernatural power that could seduce and possess any woman.
Olvia felt Frey's "love" from the semen that was on his entire body, and with a grin on her face, her vaginal opening twitched shamelessly - but as time passed, those happy feelings began to fade. It had become necessary to face reality.
After all, Olvia was part of the team that set out from Ohara to search for the "Poneglyph, the Text of History," and the contents of the Poneglyph had been tabooed by the World Government that controlled the world -- so there was no way they could take him along when they hadn't even told him about it.
It's not that Olvia didn't feel guilty about her late husband and her other companions, and even after their previous encounter, Olvia had made love to Frey many times whenever she found the time, and during those times she was able to forget about it, absorbed in the pleasure that was hitting her -- but when she was immersed in the comfort afterwards, the guilt still pricked her heart.
She wanted to believe that she wouldn't have to worry about pregnancy thanks to her own contraceptives -- a necessity for women who go out to sea in "such an era" as this, in case of "emergency" -- but with that much viscosity and quantity... Frey's mysterious power, which she thought captivated women, was still unknown. It was a mysterious pattern based on a heart symbol that was likely created by this.
One day, while sitting on the bed in a room they had booked with the team, Olvia stroked her lower abdomen where the pattern was located and thought. There were many mysterious and worrying points. She didn't know when she would reach a point of no return. And the more time passed and the more they acted, the higher the possibility of that happening.
The obvious solution of just enduring it somehow was one of the options, but Olvia knew all too well that this was extremely difficult.
A man of such beauty and strength, with all that sexual skill and stamina - any decent woman would be addicted. Once she had experienced it, it was extremely difficult to stop, and in fact, every time night fell, Olvia's body would go to Frey as if ignoring her own reason.
Instinct often trumps reason - especially when it comes to the act of reproduction, the true desire of not only humanity, but of all living things. The day is not far off when the barely remaining rationality will be drowned out by such female instincts.
Whenever she had time alone, when she could think things through calmly, Olvia thought this - and finally, she made a decision. It was a week after she had been on the island.
"Let's leave right now."
It was daytime. Olvia said this at the time when the entire team was sorting out information, which was regularly held at the village bar. All the eyes of her comrades were on her.
"Considering the content of our research, it is dangerous to stay in the same place for a long time. Po... We have gathered enough clues regarding "that thing," so I think it would be better to leave the island soon."
Olvia said this in as calm a tone as possible. However, it was a futile effort. Olvia saw some of her close female friends exchange meaningful glances as they seemed to have guessed her true feelings.
It may be obvious, but some of the group - at least all of the female members - knew about her relationship with Frey, and Olvia was aware of it too. It's almost like they were devouring each other whenever they had free time, so it would be strange if they weren't. I'd like to believe that some of the more obtuse male members may not have noticed yet, but...
"...Are you sure, Olvia?"
It was a short, simple question. Olvia was quick to notice the meaning behind it, and was grateful for the female members' consideration in not saying anything, but she decided to play dumb.
"Of course. Or is there some reason why you still have to stay on this island?"
Olvia said in a firm tone. She intended to express her own determination there. The female members, who had clearly sensed it, did not ask any more questions.
It was possible to sneak out at night after Frey had fallen asleep, rather than during the day, but it would have been difficult. To tell the truth, Olvia had never seen him sleep.
It was hard to believe, but it was true. Since their first day together, Olvia had been making love to him every night, but he had never fallen asleep first. With his fearsome vitality and unbelievable stamina - and yet, as mentioned earlier, for some reason Olvia had never felt any real fatigue from having sex with him, and she was certain that Frey felt the same way.
Could this also be part of Frey's mysterious power, the true nature of which was unknown to her? There was no way Olvia could grasp the details, which even Frey himself seemed to be unaware of, but at the very least, it was certain that reproductive acts with him had a greater effect on recovering fatigue than poor sleep. Usually it was the other way around.
Should she just explain the situation to him in a normal way and make him understand? That was a reasonable point, but Olvia was certain that this was impossible. She was so certain of it, knowing that her own body had long ago succumbed to Frey's charms and sexual skills.
So if he were to stop her from staying with him face to face, or beg her to take him with her no matter how dangerous it was, she would not be able to refuse. She was sure that her female instincts and her body's throbbing desire for him would overpower her wise reason.
But Olvia got her chance. About a week after she started staying on the island - that is, after she started her relationship with Frey - there was a second pirate attack.
Obviously, these were different pirates from the ones who attacked the island on the first day, but the biggest difference was that they were attacking alone, not in groups. Such bounties were not uncommon, and one could also say that they were powerful enough that they didn't need subordinates - but whatever the case may be, Frey, who had the ability to easily ward off billions of yen, had no chance of losing, and in fact he did not.
After killing him instantly - only knocking him unconscious - and restraining him, Frey had loaded him onto a small boat borrowed from the village chief and set sail for the nearest naval branch just a few minutes ago.
It might have been possible for him to take him there more quickly using his "Moonwalk", an unconventional martial art that lets him soar through the air (he'd been very surprised when he'd first seen it), but he probably considered the risk of the bounty hunter waking up and rampaging through the air.
Considering the feelings of the villagers, it would not be a good idea to wait hours for the navy to arrive. It was unavoidable when there were a large number of them, like last time, but rather than leaving a dangerous bounty hunter in the village to scare them, it would be better for the villagers to go there quickly, so that the villagers would calm down.
For these reasons, Frey chose to transport him by boat. Even though it was the nearest naval branch, it still took four or five hours round trip. Having heard this from the village chief, Olvia thought that now was her chance. After that, at the scheduled information gathering meeting, he made the proposal and persuaded everyone, and within 30 minutes, the whole team packed their belongings and boarded the ship to depart.
When Olvia came out onto the deck to discuss their next destination with the other members, the island filled with memories of Frey was already so far away that it looked as small as a bean. Well, it was actually this side that was far away...
Placing both arms on the railing on the deck, Olvia bit her lip. Her chest tingled - ever since she had started packing her belongings on the island. The true nature of the pain was the guilt she felt for leaving the man she had loved so much for a week without giving him any explanation.
When the sun started to set, Frey would return to the island after receiving the bounty. And he would notice. The woman he loved and her companions had somehow disappeared without telling him... Furthermore, there was a letter left in a room at the inn I was staying at... Needless to say, it was written by Olvia, and it said the following:
"To Frey.
By the time you read this letter, I will have already left the island with my companions. First of all, let me apologize for that. On top of that, let me emphasize that I have never grown to dislike you. You are not at fault. It's all for my own convenience. It's all my selfishness.
I've already told you that I am a member of an archaeological research team from a certain island, but the contents of the research are actually something that the government has made a big taboo. I can only imagine how you will react when you find out about this, but if you don't mind and follow us, it would be almost the same as throwing your life away for our selfishness, and it is very unacceptable.
The fact that I even wrote this in a letter is already a big risk for the research content. That's why I want you to understand that this letter is my sincerity to you. It's proof that I don't hate you.
I repeat, I'm truly sorry. I love you. Now and always. I hope you understand that this is why I have to keep my distance.
Even if you don't understand, please don't try looking for me. If you still love me after reading this, that's even better. Even if you do manage to find me, I will never respond to your feelings again. Because I love you too, and I don't want you to commit suicide with us.
You are the most beautiful, wonderful, and strong man I have ever met. In the future, I'm sure there will be many women other than me who will love you. Please find happiness with one of them, or with those people.
I won't forget you, but you can forget me if you want. I won't resent you for that. I suppose that's only natural, seeing as I was the one who invited him and then turned him down so unilaterally.
I sincerely hope for your "happy future."
From Olivia"
When writing the letter, Olivia tried to write as formally and formally as possible, but it was a futile effort. As she moved her quill, the tears continued to flow from her eyes - and they were still the same now.
... She wouldn't think about it. She would never remember the honeymoon days she had spent with Frey, the man who loved her after she lost her husband and set sail to clear the sea to clear her mind, even though she had thought she had given up her purpose in life as a woman at the same time...
Even after the sun had completely set and the island was no longer in sight, Olivia continued to cry with her hands on the railing. None of her companions had ever asked her if she wanted to rest on the ship. They must have been thinking of her. That made Olivia happy.
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