"Oh, oh, oh..." Dellinger was a little excited, his eyes sparkling with gossip, and he very femininely covered his mouth with his palm. After all, though he was a boy, he had been raised by Jora as a girl.
"Then... then who's on top and who's on bottom between you and Young Master?"
⚆ ɞ ⚆ "Pfft..." Everyone in the conference room, who had just relaxed and taken a sip of water, instantly spat it out... Dellinger! Who taught you all this?! You're only 15!
Orochimaru tilted his head, looking confused.
"What top and bottom?"
Ignoring Doflamingo's murderous gaze, Dellinger directly sprawled onto Doflamingo's lap, looking up at Orochimaru, the fire of gossip burning brightly in his eyes:
"Hmm, it's about who controls the initiative, that kind of top and bottom."
"Oh... that, I'm on top." Orochimaru suddenly understood. He had always been the one in control of situations.
Instantly, a collective gasp echoed in the conference room, and everyone secretly cast their gazes towards Doflamingo.
Doflamingo was not some naive, pure-hearted youth who had never seen the world. At this moment, a vein throbbed on his forehead. He truly wanted to strangle these two.
Was he supposed to come out and explain that he wasn't the bottom one?! That would truly be a loss of face.
Meanwhile, the ordinary Donquixote Family members standing guard outside, gathering information, quickly spread the news.
"New news, new news! King Doflamingo is the bottom one!"
The adoration in Dellinger's eyes shone so brightly it seemed to blind everyone present.
"So amazing! Then... Lord Orochimaru, can I come play with you later?"
Orochimaru looked at this "experiment subject" who had willingly offered himself, smiling exceptionally brightly.
"Of course, but you'll need to help me with some experiments, and I can also help you improve your strength."
"Of course!" Dellinger excitedly stood up, returned to his seat, and happily swayed.
Doflamingo, with a dark expression, picked up Orochimaru, holding him tightly in his arms like a doll. He realized he was overthinking things.
"That's how it is. This ancestor will be staying in Dressrosa for over a year. Just get to know him... As for the things he said... you all... handle it as you see fit."
"Let's go... let's go see the palace."
As Doflamingo stood up, a group of people instinctively followed behind him. Such rare gossip, when else would they hear it?! (*´・ｖ・)
Even Sugar, with her short legs, hopped into baby5's arms. After all, Sugar wasn't really 10 years old.
Dellinger, even more so, bounced and chatted.
"Lord Orochimaru, do you want to live with me? I have a super big room."
Orochimaru flipped through the "Self-Cultivation of a lover" in his hand.
"No need, I'll sleep with Doffy. The second rule in the manual says that a qualified lover should sleep with their Sugar daddy to ensure the Sugar daddy's sleep quality."
Doflamingo felt his vision go dark. "Are you sure you're ensuring my sleep quality?"
"With you by my side, how the hell am I supposed to sleep?! Seeing but not eating, whether Orochimaru understands this is another matter. If he dared to eat, he could guarantee he'd have to flee the country the next day."
Let him count: Whitebeard, Garp, Roger, and the Revolutionary Army. Good heavens, you're connected to forces all over the world.
Was this sent by the heavens to punish him?
Doflamingo gritted his teeth and looked down at the booklet in Orochimaru's hand.
"Where did you get this book?"
Orochimaru looked up at the gritting Doflamingo.
"Many, many years ago, a friend of mine wrote it."
"Is that so... I think I could invite your friend sometime." Doflamingo carefully stared at the author's name: "Jiraiya, huh?"
"He died many years ago."
"That! Is! Re! Al! Ly! A! Shame!" Doflamingo ground his teeth, spitting out each word. What a shame he died so peacefully. The author of this book should have been cut into a thousand pieces.
(Thanks to Jiraiya from another world for taking the blame for the author.)
As everyone wandered through the palace, Orochimaru suddenly saw a familiar figure. He looked straight at him: blond hair, dark skin, male, a bit familiar—who was it again?
Doflamingo and the others also looked in the direction of the person carrying things.
Dellinger sidled over again.
"Lord Orochimaru? Do you know him? That's Bellamy, a small fry. He bears the Donquixote Family's name but was defeated by some unknown person.
Young Master originally wanted him and his subordinates to kill each other, but he shamelessly survived. He brought back a batch of good quality gold from Sky Island, so Young Master was merciful enough to let him stay in Dressrosa."
Orochimaru suddenly remembered.
"Oh... isn't that Bellamy, the one who doesn't wear underwear?"
Doflamingo's expression was a bit off.
"How do you know? Have you met him?"
Orochimaru thought for a moment. He seemed to have thought of Tsunade because of the guaranteed-loss buff on him at the time, and he got a little angry.
"Oh... because he gambled with someone and lost his underwear, but he refused to admit it, so I had someone strip him."
Buffalo, who also liked gambling, awkwardly scratched his head. "So... the person who defeated him was?"
Orochimaru nodded. "It was me, oh..."
Bellamy, sensing the gaze, turned around and saw his most admired "Heavenly Yaksha" Doflamingo, and in Mingo's arms, Orochimaru, whom he least wanted to see.
For a moment, he didn't know whether to step forward and salute.
However, Dellinger, who loved a good show, pointed at the person.
"Hey... you! Bellamy! Come here."
Reluctantly, Bellamy walked over, knelt on one knee, propped one hand on the ground, and lowered his head.
"Young Master."
Dellinger squatted down, scrutinizing Bellamy up and down, then directly reached out and tore Bellamy's pants, holding up the fabric in his hand.
"Young Master! Lord Orochimaru! He's actually wearing underwear!
If you lose a bet, shouldn't you not wear any until you win it back... huh? But who was he supposed to win against?
Hey! Bellamy! Where's the person who won against you?"
Bellamy, his face flushed, struggled to clench his legs, trying not to be disrespectful, while maintaining his posture.
Bellamy suddenly remembered his darkest day. An unknown little punk dared to win against him. He was about to kill that person.
But then, a naive young man popped out of nowhere to stand up for that person, tied him up, and threw him into a crowd. His clothes were torn to shreds by a group of people. He was just one step away from being humiliated by that white-haired person if he hadn't been a Devil Fruit user.
Enraged, he directly sent those few people to their deaths. Carrying the corpses, he went to his usual bar and unexpectedly encountered a silly Straw Hat who was talking about his dreams.
What an idiot, he didn't even resist when he was beaten. When he tried to deal with him, he was stomped into the deck by that same naive young man from before and lost consciousness.
Later, he learned that it was Straw Hat of the Supernovas and his first mate.
He had also seen Straw Hat's figure in the sky, confirming that Sky Island truly existed.
Shocked, he also wanted to change something, but because he had shamed the Donquixote Family, he was manipulated by Young Master to fight his crewmates. He even barely survived after his humble pleas.
After that, he followed the news of the Straw Hat.
After losing all his Companions, he finally reached Sky Island and confirmed its existence. He felt he had been uplifted.
He found the gold in the ruins and only then regained Young Master's forgiveness. He was about to make a big effort to show his loyalty... but then he saw this person again. Where did this snake crawl out from?!!!
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