Chapter 95: Big Trouble (1)
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As the festival began, the streets of the Amazon Lily came alive with color. Red lanterns and banners adorned the roads, symbolizing good fortune and happiness, while intricate paper-cut designs of auspicious symbols decorated doors and windows: inviting blessings and positive energy.
The all-female marketplace, a buzzing hub during the festival, had stalls overflowed with handmade crafts, intricate jewelry, and delicious local delicacies. The women eagerly exchanged goods, ideas, and encouragement.
One of the main highlights of the festival was the grand feast. Well, that was the main event actually. Women bustled around and skillfully prepared an array of traditional dishes. Their camaraderie was palpable as they shared culinary secrets and stories. When the feast was ready, the island’s women gathered at long tables, sharing dishes like Eight Treasures Rice—a sticky rice dish filled with dried fruits, nuts, sweet red bean paste—and Longevity Noodles, symbolizing longevity and good health.
While the larger part of the islanders gathered to eat, a small group of women clad in vibrantly colored silk robes performed dances, their graceful movements enchanting spectators – especially Hashirama. There was also singing and other instruments playing nearby.
It was a rich atmosphere overall, filled with laughter and joy. There was a large platform, but it was empty for now. Hashirama assumed something big would be presented there later, but he wasn’t sure what.
Hashirama’s personal favorite was the booze around here, there was no limit to how strong you could make your shot. It was awesome!
“Bffrr~ Hicc! C’mon, you must be lying! No way it was that fun.”
Obviously, he wasn’t staggering drunk, he was just barely in the mood. That was the curse of being invincible. However, the one who just spoke was drunker than anyone else at the feast.
Marguerite's clothes were already very revealing, but now even the few straps that held her bra and skirt were loosening. She wanted to try the stuff “a man drinks” and then got herself in this state. Now she was sprawled over his body, shoulder by shoulder, as she flirted with him without her shame. She would probably remember this the next morning and feel embarrassed… probably.
The girls from his crew obviously had a lot to say about that, given they had just been talking about cheating and all that just this morning. However, they still took Marguerite as an innocent little baby, so they kept their eyes on Hashirama. Threateningly they watched over him.
“Try anything funny on her and you’re dead.” – was what their eyes screamed.
Luckily, they too soon got too drawn into the festival, the fun, the gossiping, and the meeting with the other women of this island. So they couldn’t exactly focus on him.
Marguerite was out in the sea for the last two months, so she was enjoying the booze and food. She was trying to relax, and it helped that he was with him.
“Mhm… dammit.”
Marguerite was basically cuddling him at this point, and sadly his hands couldn’t stay off any longer either. He wrapped his right hand around her waist, squeezing it and feeling her, as she released an involuntary moan.
“Ahhn~ N-not there…”
There wasn’t really anything else that he could do at that point. He lost control of himself and let his instincts take over. To make things clear, he wasn’t exactly taking advantage of a drunk little girl, she knew what she was doing to a certain degree, though she didn’t openly display it.
Hashirama could tell that if Marguerite wanted to she could return to her sober state. Underneath those hazy eyes, he sensed she was only half drunk. Making out wasn’t exactly unheard of here, he could notice a few women kissing and touching themselves already, and Marguerite, a curious teenage girl on this island, should know what it meant when she sat close and rubbed herself on Hashirama.
Hashirama gently pushed her down on his hips, her head resting on them before he leaned down and kissed her. His mouth was filled with alcohol, the normal kind, as he kissed her with that, to which – as he had expected – she didn’t shy away, she pulled him closer with her arms and deepened the kiss.
“Oh yes~”
She moaned in his mouth as the two of them got busy, hidden in the fog of the festival, away from his crewmates who had gone to enjoy the singing in the far.
His hands ran around her body, the barely covered bombshell, feeling her and squeezing her. She moaned in response, gasping when his fingers brushed across her private parts.
That continued for two minutes before Hashirama got up from her, yanked her, and began to pull her away.
“Uh, guys!”
He called before leaving.
“Marguerite needs to use the bathroom; we will be right back!”
Only Robin, who was hyper-sensitive to her surroundings due to years of staying on alert, heard him. She narrowed her eyes and sighed, shaking her head and returning to the music. Hashirama didn’t worry after that, he was sure she would come up with a better excuse if things went wrong.
He picked Marguerite up in a princess carry, and hopped off, going around the gathering to find a ghosted place.
….
"Mhmmh…"
Hashirama dropped the girl to her feet and then pushed her against the wall. Her cheeks pressed the clean wooden walls while her other cheeks were being pushed by Hashirama's hips.
"What a dirty girl, gosh. Seducing the first guy you ever met. Slutty woman."
"Ugh… you got it all wrong- ak!"
She yelped when he pushed his hips against her ass more, causing the hard and hot thing inside his pants to poke her behind.
"Haah… is that… a man's…"
She didn't finish what she was saying, she just moaned, and then pushed her ass backward, rubbing it against him.
She was inviting him, without speaking.
Oh well, she was one hot horny bitch, he couldn't let her off now that she was begging to be dicked down.
With a tug, he ripped her bikini panties apart and threw them to the side. Then, he took a step back to let his belt free and caused his pants to fall. Something large and hard swiped out, slapping against her naked pussy, as she gasped.
"It's what you wanted."
Saying that, Hashirama positioned his cock with his hands, and then slammed his hips forward.
The Amazonian women were physically too active for their hymen to remain intact at this point. So there was no blockage, only the right flesh that his cock fought through and slammed into her deepest parts.
"Ahhhhnn~"
Grabbing her mouth with one hand, and wrapping her waist with the other, he then began to draw his hips backward and then slam them forward again.
In a beautiful rhythm, Marguerite got lost in pure pleasure, with her mouth-watering, and her eyes rolling back, as she moaned with her heart. She never felt more alive than right now.
…
Five minutes into destroying her cunt, Hashirama found himself pausing.
"Ah…"
"Uhm, hi."
Lumi, the purple-haired woman from before, stood before the two who were lost in pleasure with a speechless expression. The woman wearing a bikini was drunk as well, blinking as he watched him greet her.
She watched the scene with black eyes for two more seconds before her eyes widened, realization hitting her.
‘Not good.’
"Oh my gosh!"
Hashirama was thinking of pulling out some vines from the ground and tying her up, but the woman jumped forward. She jumped and she wrapped his head with her hands, while her lips pressed down on his.
"Mhmm!"
Hashirama had wide eyes for a moment before he chucked and grabbed her by the waist. He lifted her up and dropped her ass on top of Marguerite's back, as he continued thrusting back and forth, while his mouth was being entertained by the purple-haired woman.
In no time, a group of women crowded the area, moaning and enjoying the only man they have ever met.
* * *
It was a success. It was one profitable visit! At one point, Hashirama even lost count of how many bitches he dropped senseless after going all out.
This was the best!
"Ah shit, I feel all relaxed."
This reminded him of the old days. Back in his first life, when he had to attend a few orgies for his missions. He always hated orgies, it was disgusting one man stuck his dick in the cunt of a woman who was just used by another man. But this… this was an orgy he could wrap his head around. This was one of his greatest nights in this world.
Sometimes he too wished to ignore the threads of emotions and all the other things and just enjoy the embrace of countless horny women. It was lovely.
Leaving the used, unconscious women out in the open wouldn't be a good idea. It would be troublesome when others see them like this, they'll begin to search for the man who did this. So Hashirama made a few clones to pick them up and take them to Marguerite's house.
After doing that, he cleaned up with a natural bushy tree broom and decided to return to the feast.
As he walked, he heard the subtle voice of someone charming.
"Now this is…"
It was barely audible from here as he walked, but it was a voice that lingered in his head.
'You know, that one type of voice that you know belongs to someone hot just from the sound of it? Yeah, it's that one.'
Hashirama yawned as he enjoyed the night breeze. He walked while stretching his arms and approached the feast.
Soon, he walked into the gathering that was happening in an open space, with a tall gate before it.
Hashirama walked in.
And immediately, to his surprise, all the women turned to face him.
"There he is."
The same confident voice filled with a bewitching charm spoke. Hashirama shot a look in the direction of the voice, ignoring the other gazes, as he blinked.
He looked charmed. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, as his eyes were glittering. Hashirama stopped breathing for a moment, stuck at the moment by pure awe.
On top of the large platform that was empty before, a tall woman stood with one of her hands on her hip. Her head was tilted high as she looked down at him, her glossy black bangs fluttering in gentle air as her deep blue eyes stared at him.
The Snake Empress, Boa Hancock was looking down at his face, her long eyelashes shutting in slow motion before she opened her eyes again. There was scorn in her look this time.
"God fucking dammit, man."
The World's Most Beautiful Woman. He recalled how many One Piece fans on the internet called her out on that title. They said how some random girl from an island in East Blue was hotter than this Boa Hancock.
But seeing her in person, even as she was standing so far from him, he had this urge to slap everyone who claimed that. 2D drawings could only capture so much of this deific beauty, as each of her parts was hot as hell. She looked as if she was drawn by God personally.
Boa Hancock, the Pirate Empress.
"Hashirama Senju,"
The woman spoke as he blinked. At a second's notice, his charmed face went pale.
Boa Hancock was here?! This was not good! He was in bad trouble. So this was what the feast was about, that Hancock had returned?!
Marguerite and her crew were out into the sea for two months. So they mustn't have known that Hancock had returned. To celebrate her return, the island was throwing a festival. Dammit, this wasn't good.
Hashirama turned his head around to look for his crewmates. His heart went cold when his eyes stopped in one part of the gathering, where five… statues of stone stood still. Starting from Nami, down to even Karoo.
Everyone had become stone.
The earlier charm vanished entirely, as even the pale nervousness vanished. His eyes gained sharp focus as he turned to gaze at the beautiful woman.
"Bold of you to come to my island."
The woman said, continuing.
"This is where your journey stops."
Gently changing her pose, she brought her hands together to form a love sign. Then, she smiled.
"Love-Love Beam."
Under the moonlight, as leaves fluttered like swords as the wind breeze waved locks of his hair to the side, Hashirama was faced with an unbeatable hurdle as beams of defeat rushed at him.
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Chapter 95: Big Trouble (1)
—
As the festival began, the streets of the Amazon Lily came alive with color. Red lanterns and banners adorned the roads, symbolizing good fortune and happiness, while intricate paper-cut designs of auspicious symbols decorated doors and windows: inviting blessings and positive energy.
The all-female marketplace, a buzzing hub during the festival, had stalls overflowed with handmade crafts, intricate jewelry, and delicious local delicacies. The women eagerly exchanged goods, ideas, and encouragement.
One of the main highlights of the festival was the grand feast. Well, that was the main event actually. Women bustled around and skillfully prepared an array of traditional dishes. Their camaraderie was palpable as they shared culinary secrets and stories. When the feast was ready, the island’s women gathered at long tables, sharing dishes like Eight Treasures Rice—a sticky rice dish filled with dried fruits, nuts, sweet red bean paste—and Longevity Noodles, symbolizing longevity and good health.
While the larger part of the islanders gathered to eat, a small group of women clad in vibrantly colored silk robes performed dances, their graceful movements enchanting spectators – especially Hashirama. There was also singing and other instruments playing nearby.
It was a rich atmosphere overall, filled with laughter and joy. There was a large platform, but it was empty for now. Hashirama assumed something big would be presented there later, but he wasn’t sure what.
Hashirama’s personal favorite was the booze around here, there was no limit to how strong you could make your shot. It was awesome!
“Bffrr~ Hicc! C’mon, you must be lying! No way it was that fun.”
Obviously, he wasn’t staggering drunk, he was just barely in the mood. That was the curse of being invincible. However, the one who just spoke was drunker than anyone else at the feast.
Marguerite's clothes were already very revealing, but now even the few straps that held her bra and skirt were loosening. She wanted to try the stuff “a man drinks” and then got herself in this state. Now she was sprawled over his body, shoulder by shoulder, as she flirted with him without her shame. She would probably remember this the next morning and feel embarrassed… probably.
The girls from his crew obviously had a lot to say about that, given they had just been talking about cheating and all that just this morning. However, they still took Marguerite as an innocent little baby, so they kept their eyes on Hashirama. Threateningly they watched over him.
“Try anything funny on her and you’re dead.” – was what their eyes screamed.
Luckily, they too soon got too drawn into the festival, the fun, the gossiping, and the meeting with the other women of this island. So they couldn’t exactly focus on him.
Marguerite was out in the sea for the last two months, so she was enjoying the booze and food. She was trying to relax, and it helped that he was with him.
“Mhm… dammit.”
Marguerite was basically cuddling him at this point, and sadly his hands couldn’t stay off any longer either. He wrapped his right hand around her waist, squeezing it and feeling her, as she released an involuntary moan.
“Ahhn~ N-not there…”
There wasn’t really anything else that he could do at that point. He lost control of himself and let his instincts take over. To make things clear, he wasn’t exactly taking advantage of a drunk little girl, she knew what she was doing to a certain degree, though she didn’t openly display it.
Hashirama could tell that if Marguerite wanted to she could return to her sober state. Underneath those hazy eyes, he sensed she was only half drunk. Making out wasn’t exactly unheard of here, he could notice a few women kissing and touching themselves already, and Marguerite, a curious teenage girl on this island, should know what it meant when she sat close and rubbed herself on Hashirama.
Hashirama gently pushed her down on his hips, her head resting on them before he leaned down and kissed her. His mouth was filled with alcohol, the normal kind, as he kissed her with that, to which – as he had expected – she didn’t shy away, she pulled him closer with her arms and deepened the kiss.
“Oh yes~”
She moaned in his mouth as the two of them got busy, hidden in the fog of the festival, away from his crewmates who had gone to enjoy the singing in the far.
His hands ran around her body, the barely covered bombshell, feeling her and squeezing her. She moaned in response, gasping when his fingers brushed across her private parts.
That continued for two minutes before Hashirama got up from her, yanked her, and began to pull her away.
“Uh, guys!”
He called before leaving.
“Marguerite needs to use the bathroom; we will be right back!”
Only Robin, who was hyper-sensitive to her surroundings due to years of staying on alert, heard him. She narrowed her eyes and sighed, shaking her head and returning to the music. Hashirama didn’t worry after that, he was sure she would come up with a better excuse if things went wrong.
He picked Marguerite up in a princess carry, and hopped off, going around the gathering to find a ghosted place.
….
"Mhmmh…"
Hashirama dropped the girl to her feet and then pushed her against the wall. Her cheeks pressed the clean wooden walls while her other cheeks were being pushed by Hashirama's hips.
"What a dirty girl, gosh. Seducing the first guy you ever met. Slutty woman."
"Ugh… you got it all wrong- ak!"
She yelped when he pushed his hips against her ass more, causing the hard and hot thing inside his pants to poke her behind.
"Haah… is that… a man's…"
She didn't finish what she was saying, she just moaned, and then pushed her ass backward, rubbing it against him.
She was inviting him, without speaking.
Oh well, she was one hot horny bitch, he couldn't let her off now that she was begging to be dicked down.
With a tug, he ripped her bikini panties apart and threw them to the side. Then, he took a step back to let his belt free and caused his pants to fall. Something large and hard swiped out, slapping against her naked pussy, as she gasped.
"It's what you wanted."
Saying that, Hashirama positioned his cock with his hands, and then slammed his hips forward.
The Amazonian women were physically too active for their hymen to remain intact at this point. So there was no blockage, only the right flesh that his cock fought through and slammed into her deepest parts.
"Ahhhhnn~"
Grabbing her mouth with one hand, and wrapping her waist with the other, he then began to draw his hips backward and then slam them forward again.
In a beautiful rhythm, Marguerite got lost in pure pleasure, with her mouth-watering, and her eyes rolling back, as she moaned with her heart. She never felt more alive than right now.
…
Five minutes into destroying her cunt, Hashirama found himself pausing.
"Ah…"
"Uhm, hi."
Lumi, the purple-haired woman from before, stood before the two who were lost in pleasure with a speechless expression. The woman wearing a bikini was drunk as well, blinking as he watched him greet her.
She watched the scene with black eyes for two more seconds before her eyes widened, realization hitting her.
‘Not good.’
"Oh my gosh!"
Hashirama was thinking of pulling out some vines from the ground and tying her up, but the woman jumped forward. She jumped and she wrapped his head with her hands, while her lips pressed down on his.
"Mhmm!"
Hashirama had wide eyes for a moment before he chucked and grabbed her by the waist. He lifted her up and dropped her ass on top of Marguerite's back, as he continued thrusting back and forth, while his mouth was being entertained by the purple-haired woman.
In no time, a group of women crowded the area, moaning and enjoying the only man they have ever met.
* * *
It was a success. It was one profitable visit! At one point, Hashirama even lost count of how many bitches he dropped senseless after going all out.
This was the best!
"Ah shit, I feel all relaxed."
This reminded him of the old days. Back in his first life, when he had to attend a few orgies for his missions. He always hated orgies, it was disgusting one man stuck his dick in the cunt of a woman who was just used by another man. But this… this was an orgy he could wrap his head around. This was one of his greatest nights in this world.
Sometimes he too wished to ignore the threads of emotions and all the other things and just enjoy the embrace of countless horny women. It was lovely.
Leaving the used, unconscious women out in the open wouldn't be a good idea. It would be troublesome when others see them like this, they'll begin to search for the man who did this. So Hashirama made a few clones to pick them up and take them to Marguerite's house.
After doing that, he cleaned up with a natural bushy tree broom and decided to return to the feast.
As he walked, he heard the subtle voice of someone charming.
"Now this is…"
It was barely audible from here as he walked, but it was a voice that lingered in his head.
'You know, that one type of voice that you know belongs to someone hot just from the sound of it? Yeah, it's that one.'
Hashirama yawned as he enjoyed the night breeze. He walked while stretching his arms and approached the feast.
Soon, he walked into the gathering that was happening in an open space, with a tall gate before it.
Hashirama walked in.
And immediately, to his surprise, all the women turned to face him.
"There he is."
The same confident voice filled with a bewitching charm spoke. Hashirama shot a look in the direction of the voice, ignoring the other gazes, as he blinked.
He looked charmed. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, as his eyes were glittering. Hashirama stopped breathing for a moment, stuck at the moment by pure awe.
On top of the large platform that was empty before, a tall woman stood with one of her hands on her hip. Her head was tilted high as she looked down at him, her glossy black bangs fluttering in gentle air as her deep blue eyes stared at him.
The Snake Empress, Boa Hancock was looking down at his face, her long eyelashes shutting in slow motion before she opened her eyes again. There was scorn in her look this time.
"God fucking dammit, man."
The World's Most Beautiful Woman. He recalled how many One Piece fans on the internet called her out on that title. They said how some random girl from an island in East Blue was hotter than this Boa Hancock.
But seeing her in person, even as she was standing so far from him, he had this urge to slap everyone who claimed that. 2D drawings could only capture so much of this deific beauty, as each of her parts was hot as hell. She looked as if she was drawn by God personally.
Boa Hancock, the Pirate Empress.
"Hashirama Senju,"
The woman spoke as he blinked. At a second's notice, his charmed face went pale.
Boa Hancock was here?! This was not good! He was in bad trouble. So this was what the feast was about, that Hancock had returned?!
Marguerite and her crew were out into the sea for two months. So they mustn't have known that Hancock had returned. To celebrate her return, the island was throwing a festival. Dammit, this wasn't good.
Hashirama turned his head around to look for his crewmates. His heart went cold when his eyes stopped in one part of the gathering, where five… statues of stone stood still. Starting from Nami, down to even Karoo.
Everyone had become stone.
The earlier charm vanished entirely, as even the pale nervousness vanished. His eyes gained sharp focus as he turned to gaze at the beautiful woman.
"Bold of you to come to my island."
The woman said, continuing.
"This is where your journey stops."
Gently changing her pose, she brought her hands together to form a love sign. Then, she smiled.
"Love-Love Beam."
Under the moonlight, as leaves fluttered like swords as the wind breeze waved locks of his hair to the side, Hashirama was faced with an unbeatable hurdle as beams of defeat rushed at him.
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