Just as the situation was starting to spiral out of control, an enraged roar drowned out every other sound.
"Thunder God! How dare you come to my tea party and cause trouble—are you looking to die?!"
Before Leno, who was busy devouring cake, could even react, there was a thunderous boom as a massive figure crashed down right in front of him.
Wearing a pink floral dress, BIGMOM stood there stiffly, glaring at him with eyes as wide as brass bells.
Leno looked up—and instantly froze in shock, his eyes widening so much he nearly choked on the cake in his throat.
After pounding his chest a few times to recover, he snapped irritably,
"Which eye of yours saw me causing trouble? I was just quietly eating cake."
He stuffed another piece into his mouth and mocked through a muffled voice, "What, is the mighty BIGMOM Pirates too poor to afford a slice of cake?"
At first glance, Leno had almost been scared senseless by the mountain of flesh before him. Was that really a person?
But the more he looked, the worse it got. What the hell kind of creature was this?
Hearing Leno's ridicule, BIGMOM's enormous body trembled violently with rage, her fists clenching tightly at her sides.
Opening her blood-red maw, she roared at him,
"Bastard! I don't recall ever inviting you!"
Buzz—
A dark surge of Conqueror's Haki burst forth in an instant. With a crisp snap, the cake on Leno's fork fell to the ground.
Feeling the arcs of electricity dancing over his body, Leno calmly picked up another piece of cake and slowly put it into his mouth.
While chewing, he looked up at BIGMOM and said matter-of-factly,
"You also never said I wasn't invited and couldn't come."
Glancing toward the crowd in the distance, he continued, "Besides, weren't some of those people dragged here even though they didn't want to come?"
"So don't sweat the small stuff. What matters is having fun."
"..."
Seeing that her Conqueror's Haki had no effect whatsoever—and realizing Leno had no intention of escalating the conflict—BIGMOM stood there panting heavily for a few breaths.
Then she walked over and sat down at the table as well, grabbing a piece of cake and stuffing it into her mouth.
After devouring several slices, her mood gradually stabilized, and the violent aura around her subsided.
Looking around, she suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"Mamama... The tea party begins!"
"Ooh—Ooh—!"
Only after hearing BIGMOM speak did the guests, who had been preparing to retreat, slowly return to their seats.
Then came the Emperors of the Underworld. The few of them approached Leno's table at an unhurried pace.
Several subordinates followed behind them, carrying boxes. Feld patted one of the chests and looked at BIGMOM.
"Charlotte, this is the gift I brought you."
"Wow! A treasure chest! I love treasure chests! What's inside?"
Seeing the chest before her, BIGMOM clasped her hands together, her massive body swaying left and right, her face filled with delight.
Watching that enormous figure act so coy, Leno nearly threw up on the spot.
What the hell is this? It feels like something dirty just got in my eyes!
He rubbed his eyes vigorously before shifting his focus back to the cake in front of him.
It tasted excellent—sweet but not cloying. He could definitely keep eating.
Seeing that it was time for gift-giving, the others were unwilling to fall behind. Stussy took out an exquisite golden chest and smiled at BIGMOM.
"I brought you a gift too, Linlin."
"Thank you, Stussy. I like you the most."
BIGMOM hugged the chest like a precious treasure, the joy on her face growing even brighter.
Those still in line were eager to show off, loudly proclaiming the value of their gifts.
Morgans glanced at the others, pressing one wing atop his chest before announcing,
"My gift is a rare treasure brought back from the South. You'll love it!"
"I went to the northernmost region!"
Umit followed closely behind, presenting his own chest.
In just a short time, a mountain of gift-filled chests had piled up in front of BIGMOM.
Her massive body threw itself over the pile, rubbing her cheeks against them, her expression intoxicated.
"I'm so happy! I get so many gifts every time."
"Thank you, everyone. I'm so blissful."
Ugh—
Leno felt like his eyes had been polluted again. Such a huge, overweight woman with such a delicate voice—who would believe it?!
As the gift-givers prepared to take their seats, Leno beckoned to Stussy.
"Come sit here."
"..."
Hearing Leno's words, Stussy paused for a moment. After a brief hesitation, she swayed her slender waist and sat down beside him.
Setting down her handbag, she smiled sweetly and asked in a gentle voice,
"Lord Thunder God, do you require something?"
"Oh, nothing. Just washing my eyes."
After being visually assaulted twice by BIGMOM, his eyes were nearly ruined. Stussy's beauty would serve as a perfect antidote.
As she drew near, a faint fragrance wafted toward him.
Leno studied her carefully. Her skin was flawless, untouched by the marks of time.
He reached out and took her hand, playing with it leisurely. Cool and soft.
Caught by him, Stussy not only didn't resist, but even revealed a shy expression, glancing at Leno timidly.
"Lord Leno, please don't. I'm a little scared."
"Scared of what? Big brother's a good man."
Holding her smooth little hand, he teased, "I just want to have a little heart-to-heart chat."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Stussy's soft body pressed against him, her voice syrupy sweet.
"Then what would big brother like to talk about?"
That single "big brother" made Leno feel like two ounces of his bones had gone soft.
He immediately wrapped an arm around her delicate waist, pulling her even closer, the smile on his face growing more suggestive.
Though he held warm softness in his arms, Leno did not lower his guard.
The woman before him was the queen of the pleasure district. When it came to scheming, he was absolutely no match for her.
Taking a little advantage was fine. But if things turned serious, this woman could probably drain him dry without effort.
The other Emperors at the table watched as Leno seemed so easily handled by Stussy. The faint trace of contempt in their eyes deepened.
The Thunder God who stirred up the seas—this is all he amounts to?
He's still just a young man, after all. Unable to escape the temptation of beauty...
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