A minute later—
"Since you lost, you'll be underneath me," Zechs said with a soft laugh, patting the bed invitingly. "Fufu… Linlin, be a good girl and lie down on your stomach."
"On my stomach?" Linlin frowned slightly. "Hey… no. If I lie like that, how am I supposed to stimulate you?" She hesitated, clearly reluctant to turn over and expose her back to him.
It wasn't that she didn't trust him enough to show him her back. The real issue was her plan. She had intended to use the same tactic he'd used earlier, teasing his chest and peaks, quickly pushing him toward ecstasy. But if she lay on her stomach, wouldn't that make it impossible for her to savor him?
"Haha… I'm the winner of the first round," Zechs replied lightly. "So I get to decide the position in the second round."
This was where the game had been rigged from the start.
The winner of the previous round had the authority to choose the position for the next one, and the loser had no choice but to comply.
Linlin, inexperienced in matters of physical intimacy, hadn't considered that certain positions could create significant advantages or disadvantages. Zechs, however, had played this game many times. He understood exactly how much the choice of position could influence control, and he fully intended to use that to his benefit.
Familiar with a wide range of positions and their advantages and disadvantages, he intends to continue the next few rounds in positions of his desire, shifting things more and more in his favor.
With each change, Linlin would have less control than before, gradually leaving her at a disadvantage until she'd be left helpless in defeat.
Of course, if he were being honest, he would have preferred to move straight into some intense positions that placed her in a far more submissive state from the very beginning, positions like full nelson, pile driver, mating press, or some other submissive arrangements with restrained limbs in an extremely vulnerable manner that offered him complete control and left her fully embraced or dominated.
But forcing such extremes too early would only make Linlin reject them outright. With her strong, dominant nature, she would resist anything that felt too overwhelming or restrictive from the start.
To ensure that doesn't happen, he needed to take it slowly.
Step by step, he intended to guide her into positions that gradually reduced her control, easing her into them one stage at a time. That way, she would become more accustomed to the shift in power. By the time things progressed further, even positions that placed her in a clearly submissive state would no longer feel unacceptable to her.
[Host, you are evil…] Miss System commented after seeing through Zechs' plan.
'Ahem… aren't pirates supposed to be evil?' Zechs replied with a light cough.
It was true, her host was a pirate, and pirates were meant to be evil.
Miss System, who had been with him for many years, understood the kind of person he truly was at heart. If that weren't the case, would he have chosen this path at all?
There had been circumstances that pushed him in this direction, but even so, he was not someone kind at heart. The bounty the Marines had placed on his head was proof enough of that.
Anyway—
With his intentions set, Zechs chose to begin with a prone position, something that didn't appear overly submissive at first glance. At least, that was how it might seem to someone inexperienced. But Zechs, an experienced farmer and expert in the matters of ploughing the fields of women, knew exactly how much control this position would give him over her.
'Fufu…' He licked his lips in anticipation and looked at her with a knowing smirk. "This is the rule you agreed to, Linlin," he said. "You're not going to back out now like a coward, are you?"
The taunting words struck her pride immediately. "Who are you calling a coward?" Linlin snorted. "I agreed, didn't I? Then of course I'll follow through."
As a pirate, she didn't necessarily have to keep her word, but her pride was at stake. As the future Queen of the Seas, how could she back down now?
"Since that's the case, then lie down on your stomach," Zechs said with an approving nod.
Provoking someone's pride was often the easiest way to push them into acting without thinking. For certain personalities, it worked every time.
Linlin was definitely one of them.
"Tch," Clicking her tongue in irritation, she still lowered herself onto her stomach as agreed.
"Very good…" Zechs smirked. He gave her bare, plump asscheeks a firm smack, making them ripple, and guided her, "Now… part your legs a little."
"Bastard…" she muttered through clenched teeth, annoyed at the smack. But even if her mouth was hard, she followed through with what he desired from her and parted her legs a little to reveal the entrance of her core for him to penetrate.
"Is this good enough?" she questioned, glancing behind with some shyness, finding the position somewhat humiliating.
"Fufu, yes… it's good enough," Zechs responded with a satisfied nod. Moving in behind her, he positioned both knees on either side of her body and, straddling her form, he aligned his length at that inviting, pink entrance that was slick with her arousal and was glistening with his semen he had creamed there in the previous round.
"Then… Let's begin round two," he said, and unceremoniously pressed forward.
Plop…!
With a wet sound, he entered, his length sliding in despite the tight embrace of her core.
"Hnnn…" she moaned softly, feeling her walls stretch again as she instinctively arched her back, her fingers tightening around the sheets.
"I'm moving now… get ready, Linlin," he warned before beginning to slam his hips into her ass, each motion bringing their bodies together in a steady rhythm while his long dick thudded against her cervix again and again.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The repeated, powerful impacts sent tremors through her body. Her asscheeks rippled with every slam, and her pussy clenched greedily around his invading length as their mixed fluids slickened the connection, making each slide deeper and more intoxicating.
"Ohhn… ohnn… hhnn… hannnn… Zechssshh~!" Linlin couldn't stop the moans from spilling out as the sensation of having her cervix repeatedly being rammed overwhelmed her. For a moment, she almost forgot they were still in the middle of their fun little game and felt like cumming.
"Fufu… Linlin… aren't you enjoying this a little too much?" Zechs teased. "At this rate, you'll end up cumming again right away and lose the second round too."
Her eyes flew open in alarm and she quickly curbed the desire to cum.
"Haaahnn… N-not this time…" she gasped, her voice muffled against the sheets. "This time… the one who's cumming first… will be you…"
She clenched the fabric tightly in her fists, forcing herself to hold back the sounds threatening to escape her throat, determined not to show weakness in this round.
"Me? Cumming first?" Zechs chuckled in amusement and asked her curiously, "What makes you think I'll break first?"
"Humph… because this time, you can't cheat," she said with a snort.
Although she was reluctant to be in this position since she couldn't reach his chest or nipples, but that also meant he couldn't reach hers as they are hurried into the bed, and there is no way for him to lick them. That thought gave her a measure of confidence.
"Fufu… you really think so?" Zechs laughed softly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. "Even if I can't touch your tits, there are still plenty of other places I can reach… and many other things I can do." He paused briefly, then leaned closer. "Like this," he murmured, exhaling a slow, warm breath against her ear.
His tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive curve of her earlobe. He licked it slowly before gently nipping at the tender flesh.
"Hn… hnn…" Linlin shivered at once, startled by the sudden rush of sensation. Panic crept into her voice as she protested, "H-hey… s-stop doing that…"
"Why?" Zechs asked in a low, teasing tone that sent more shivers through her body. "Is it too stimulating? Are you already close to cumming again?"
"N-no… it just tickles, it's not making me cum at all…" she replied quickly, unwilling to admit the shivers of pleasure running through her from the slow licking and teasing of her earlobes.
"Is that so…? Then how about this…?" he chuckled softly.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, pressing slow, lingering kisses along its curve. His teeth grazed her skin in gentle, teasing nips that sent shivers cascading down her spine, stoking the warmth steadily building within her.
His touch was clearly stirring her deeply, but she bit down on her lip, summoning every ounce of resolve to suppress the soft whimpers rising in her throat.
"N-no… haann… this time… I'm definitely winning… I won't… cum first…"
"Is that so? Fufu… then, as the one above, I suppose I should teach the one beneath a proper lesson," he murmured, his voice low and laced with quiet command. "I'll make sure you savor those words."
Before she could respond, he gathered her hands, still clutching the sheets, and drew them upward, securing her wrists firmly behind her back with one strong hand.
She tried to pull away, but the waves of pleasure coursing through her, combined with his unyielding strength that once again surprised her, left her utterly at his mercy.
Indeed, with both her wrists held captive behind her back, she was helpless as he deepened his hold and his movements grew more insistent, his hips pressing rhythmically against her, while his mouth continued its assault on her neck, his tongue tracing lazy circles before leaving warm, lingering bites on her skin.
And those bites… despite the supposed hardness of her body, which makes it impossible for anything to even graze her, were actually leaving marks there.
It was such a surprising thing… but considering how vulnerable she is at the moment and how much pleasure she is feeling, in a sense, her current situation is like when she is in deep sorrow, remembering her Mother Carmel, and in that situation, even a light graze could leave its mark on her which is exactly what was happening at this very moment.
"What about now?" he asked, his voice a hushed whisper.
The symphony of sensations overwhelmed her: the unyielding rhythm, the sharp yet sweet bites on her sensitive flesh, the vulnerability of her pinned hands leaving her unable to steady herself, and his weight pressing down, making each breath a subtle challenge.
The sense of surrender alone threatened to carry her away.
But even so, she refused to yield, shaking her head with desperate determination as she gasped, "No… no… nothing's happening… the one who's going to win… It's me… It's definitely me…"
"Fufu…" Zechs laughed softly, genuinely admiring her unyielding spirit.
But there could only be one victor.
And if that was the case… all he had to do was help her recognize how close she already was to losing.
A subtle grin curved his lips as he wove his fingers roughly in her hair. Pressing his weight fully against her, he forcefully pulled her head back, drawing her gaze to meet his.
In that instant, their eyes locked, and he caught a full view of her expression, one that even surprised him.
Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her lips parted as ragged breaths escaped. Her eyes were hazy, half-lidded and glistening, her tongue just visible between her lips as a faint trail of saliva slipped from the corner of her mouth. She appeared utterly lost, her usual poise dissolved in the flood of sensation.
The sight evoked those exaggerated expressions of bliss, completely unraveled, completely enraptured. Indeed, it was the legendary ahego expression that often appears in hentai, especially in NTR hentai… but at this very moment, Linlin, like an NTR heroine, was also making such an expression.
If Streusen, or any of Linlin's more than forty husbands from the original timeline, had seen that expression on her face, they would have lost themselves to desire and rushed to pound her.
'Fortunately, I'm the only one seeing her like this,' Zechs thought. 'Otherwise, who knows how many men would try to take advantage of her?'
[Host, is there even any man in this world other than you who could take advantage of Charlotte Linlin? Or rather… aren't you the one taking advantage of her?] Miss System commented.
'It's different when it's me, Miss System,' Zechs replied.
[How so?] Miss System asked curiously why her host thought so.
'As the future Harem King, it's only natural for me to take advantage of women. And it's also not a problem since I'm saving them from useless men and deadbeats who'd only bring them suffering. And once these women understand the sacrifices I'm making for them, they'll naturally fall in love with me. Of course, I'll take full responsibility by making them part of my harem.' Explained Zechs.
[Double standards…] Miss System responded dryly. To her, it sounded simple: when others crossed a line, it was wrongdoing, but when her host did the same, he simply called it saving those beauties.
Miss System was once again reminded of just how shameless her host truly was, and she felt compelled to borrow a phrase straight from Lord Madara's vocabulary. [Host, when it comes to shamelessness, I would like to call you the strongest.]
'The strongest in the world? Hmm?' Zechs paused thoughtfully and puffed his chest in pride. 'I didn't expect to earn another title so quickly.'
[That's nothing to be proud of. It's the title of being the strongest in shamelessness,] Miss System reminded him, inwardly wondering whether he was actually feeling proud of it.
Others take pride in titles like Strongest Man in the World, Greatest Swordsman, Strongest Creature on Land, Sea, and Air, Strongest Woman, Mightiest Giant, the most beautiful woman, the most beautiful mermaid, the most beautiful oiran, and so on…
But her host… he was proud of being the most shameless person in the world.
Miss System couldn't help but wonder if there was something fundamentally wrong with his head.
'The strongest is still the strongest, Miss System,' Zechs argued. 'Who else in this world holds a title like that? As the bearer of such a unique distinction, shouldn't I feel proud?'
[…] Miss System was left completely speechless.
But Zechs didn't care that Miss System was currently looking towards the east, and asked her casually, 'By the way, Miss System… is there a reward for being the strongest in shamelessness?'
Miss System's eyebrow twitched. This, this right here, was exactly what she meant.
Her host was so shameless that he was actually asking for a reward after being called the most shameless man in the world. His lack of shame truly knew no limits, and throughout heaven and earth, he alone is the most shameless one…
[Host, there is no reward for being the most shameless man in the world, just like there was no reward for you being the most handsome man in the world. It's only a title. It doesn't really mean anything, and it could easily be subjective or change over time.]
'Sigh… disappointed again,' Zechs thought, shaking his head before turning his attention back to the woman lying beneath him in the prone position. He looked at her moaning continuously with an ahegao expression, and asked with an amused smile, "Linlin… you keep saying nothing's happening and that you're going to win… but looking at your face, isn't it clear you're already on the brink?"
The words shattered the fragile barrier she'd been holding. "Aaahhhhh~! Z-Zechs… It's just like you said… I-I can't… hold it… hhnna… I'm cumming… cumming… again~!"
Shlaaaaaa!
Her body arched beneath him as her muscles tensed in exquisite release, waves of ecstasy washing over her while she trembled, her thighs quivering as the last of her restraint faded.
"Fufu… it seems I've won the second round as well," Zechs said with a satisfied smile.
He released her head, which lingered in a dreamy haze, and held her tightly, crushing her and squeezing her so tightly that it became difficult for her to breathe, and in that state, he moved with renewed fervor, seeking his own orgasm which he managed to reach pretty soon.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
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After a minute or so to let the lingering waves of bliss settle, it was time for the third round.
"Linlin, I've claimed the victory again," Zechs said softly, his voice warm with quiet triumph. "So once again, we'll move into the position I desire. Let's try doggy style."
"No… I'm not doing that," Linlin refused, still breathing heavily, her head dipping slightly as warmth continued to flush her skin.
"What? Are you truly backing out?" Zechs pressed, the words carefully chosen to brush against her pride. "Is this really the future Queen of the Seas, someone who retreats from her own promises? I wonder what whispers would spread if word got out that Charlotte Linlin couldn't hold to her word."
Her hands curled into tight fists at her sides. With little room left to maneuver, she finally exhaled in surrender. "Fine… I'll do it. I'm doing it."
She eased herself up from prone to doggy, settling onto all fours.
"Fufu… lift your ass a little more," Zechs instructed, his tone low and encouraging. "And that arch, don't hold back. Let it deepen properly, put your face on the bed. Don't be ashamed… It's only in front of your future husband…"
"Tch…" She clicked her tongue in irritation, yet her body obeyed, curving more elegantly, offering herself despite reluctance.
Zechs moved behind her, guided his dick into her pussy placed his hands on her hips, and began thrusting.
Plap… Plap… Plap…
Each thrust sent a ripple through her, her body swaying forward in perfect rhythm with his. Her curves trembled under the force, her warmth clinging to him tightly as the slick evidence of their earlier unions eased every glide, filling the quiet cabin with intimate, liquid sounds.
"Haaann… Zechs… nngh… just… just hurry up and cum already, you bastard… dammit… lose a round for once…" Linlin gasped, her voice tight with strain. Her fingers twisted into the sheets as she fought to steady herself, despite the tension and pressure she was feeling from the pounding, and bit back the soft sounds that rose unbidden.
Naturally, her pride was still refusing to surrender so easily to him.
"Lose? Haven't you realized yet?" he murmured in amusement. "Me losing a game of my own making? That won't happen, not in your lifetime." He leaned forward, his chest pressing warmly against her trembling, sweaty back, adding weight to it as his arms encircled her, holding her hanging, swaying breasts once again in his grasp as he began to tease those peaks.
"Dammit…" Linlin cussed, realizing that her breasts were once again at his mercy…
In the doggy style, he held every advantage over her; the rhythm was his to play around with, the control was his to do as he pleased, and even her sensitive spots were his to tease all he wanted.
As for her? There was nothing in her control, none at all. All she could do was stay on all fours, trembling and vulnerable, and be toyed with by him.
The humiliation and shame she felt painted her cheeks with fresh heat, leaving her caught between shyness, embarrassment, and the slow, inexorable rise of sensation deep within from being handled roughly by him.
'Dammit… dammit... dammit… how could this feel so good?' she wondered to herself.
As if sensing her thoughts, Zechs smirked, "Fufu… look at yourself, Linlin… You are already trembling so sweetly. Are you enjoying being dominated by me? Are you liking the rough treatment I am giving you?"
"Definitely not…" she replied immediately, not wanting to accept the fact that even though she was being dominated… she was feeling good…
"Really? Then what's up with all this trembling? It seems to me that you are about to climax soon… are you about to climax from being dominated by your future husband? Although it makes me happy… but I must also remind you… if you do climax before me… you'll lose the third round too… So, are you going to climax before me?" he asked, pressing himself closer, reaching for her ears as his lips found the delicate shell of her ear, nibbling them before drawing the lobe between his teeth in a painful bite.
"N-no… haaah… I… I'm not giving in this time… absolutely not…" she panted, her face a beautiful conflict of stubborn fire and mounting ecstasy. Her skin glowed with embarrassment as the pleasure pressed ever closer, her body answering him despite every effort to resist.
"Is that what you believe?" he whispered against her ear. "Unfortunately… whether you win or lose, it's not for you to decide… because the one in control here… It's not you, but me… and I'll have to make you take those words back again when I make you cum again in defeat…"
With that said, his hand tangled in her pink hair once more, roughly pulling her head back to control her posture as he drove forward with renewed force.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The powerful, unhurried rhythm sent shimmering waves cascading through her as her thoughts began to feel incoherent again.
"Fufu… you are getting closer and closer to cumming, aren't you, Linlin?" he asked.
"N-no… I'm not.." Obviously, she tried to deny and tried to cling desperately to the last threads of control.
Unfortunately for her, the tide was continuing to rise, and the building pressure soon exploded as the composure she was desperately trying to cling to was finally unraveled, "Aaahhhhh~! Z-Zechs… no… I'm… I'm coming again~!"
Her body tightened around him in exquisite, pulsing waves as release claimed her completely, leaving her quivering and boneless.
The strength ebbed from her limbs, and she sank forward onto the bed, breaths coming in soft, uneven gasps, her form trembled with sweet aftershocks, "Haaah… haaah… Zechs… Zechs… you bastard… I'm–"
"Fufu… it appears I've won once more," he murmured, and continued to smack his hips into her ass as he chased his own edge and soon spurted out his seeds inside her in warm, shuddering pulses as the third round ended.
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Then came the next round.
"Ahhnn… t-this position… it's too embarrassing… Zechs, you bastard… I'll definitely get my revenge… just you wait…" Linlin protested, her face burning as he held her firmly in the full nelson hold as her feet dangled helplessly in the air, leaving her completely at his mercy.
"Revenge? Not in this lifetime, Linlin," he replied with a confident laugh while continuing to move his hips. "I'm an Incubus. When it comes to sex… you'll never be able to beat me."
His steady, relentless rhythm quickly overwhelmed her again.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The mounting pressure stole the strength from her body, and before long, her resistance crumbled once more as another wave of sensation overtook her, ending the round with her defeat yet again.
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"For the fifth round… let's try the piledriver."
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Bastard… bastard… bastard, Zechs…" Linlin could only shout his name in frustration.
Yet with the relentless pace he set, her protests quickly dissolved into breathless sounds as he pushed her past her limits once again, overwhelming her and claiming another victory before shifting positions.
"Hm… for the sixth round, should we try some BDSM?" he mused aloud.
[She'll definitely kill you, Host.] Miss System couldn't help commenting. This was dangerous territory. Such things might work with someone naturally gentle, weak-willed, submissive, and willing to be dominated, but with Charlotte Linlin, he was practically inviting his own death.
'I've already gone this far,' Zechs thought. 'Going a little further won't make much difference.'
He already knew that Linlin's temper was bound to erupt the next day. If that was inevitable, then it made sense to make the most of the night while he still could.
After all, even if she ended up killing him later… at least he would go out as a man who could claim he had completely dominated Charlotte Linlin to her limits, right?
What other man in the world could claim something like that? By now, he would already be a legend, 'no… not would be. At this point, I already am a legend.'
With that thought in mind, he didn't stop. Instead, he doubled down and decided to try out some BDSM stuff with Linlin.
To him, breaking the will of someone strong and unyielding only made the game more thrilling. After all, the moment someone finally surrendered, that was where the real satisfaction lay.
[Host, in consideration of our more than five years of partnership, I have already prepared a coffin for you. I will at least pray that your soul is freed from its sins and ascends to heaven… although the chances of that are extremely low for an Incubus. Still, I will pray for you,] Miss System said dryly.
'I'm not going to die, partner,' Zechs replied without the slightest concern.
[Those were also the words of Gol D. Roger. Wasn't he executed anyway?] Miss System reminded him.
'But unlike Roger, my legend isn't finished yet, so I'm not going to die.'
The story of Asmodeus Zechs can't end this early. There are still many heroines out there who need to be taken advantage of—ahem… saved.
With that firm conviction, he dismissed the possibility of his own end entirely and focused on Linlin, who was lying on the bed in a mating press with her legs tied behind her head.
"Fufu… Linlin… then, shall we start the next round?" he questioned her with a grin, and without waiting for a reply, he thrust forward as the sound of flesh against flesh echoed again.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
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While Zechs was occupied elsewhere, a few Marine battleships cut steadily through the turbulent waters of the New World. Sailors moved across the decks of these battleships with disciplined urgency, working tirelessly to maintain the ship's course through the dangerous seas and leading all these battleships with a monkey figurehead.
If Zechs, or any pirate, for that matter, had been present, they would have been shocked at the sight of the battleship with the monkey figurehead. 'Hey… isn't that the battleship of one of the three Admirals of Marine Headquarters?'
And they would have done everything in their power to turn their ships around and sail away as quickly as possible, knowing that crossing paths with a Marine Headquarters Admiral could only lead to trouble.
But no pirates were nearby, so the battleships continued their journey.
That did nothing to change the fact that the vessels belonged to one of the Navy's highest-ranking officers, specifically, Admiral Kong.
Kong, who would one day become Fleet Admiral and later the Commander-in-Chief of the World Government, was, at this time, still serving as one of the three Admirals.
And at this very moment, that same man stood calmly on the deck of his battleship, carefully peeling a banana. His expression carried a quiet hint of anticipation, completely at odds with the disciplined activity around him as the crew worked to sail and steer the ship.
"Banana… ba~na~na… banana… ba… na… na…" he hummed to himself, as he half peeled the final layer, exposing the white pulp inside that he was ready to take a bite of when suddenly—
Buruburu… buruburu… Buruburu…
A Transponder Snail began ringing.
Kong tried to ignore it at first and take a bite of the exposed pulp of the banana he worked so hard to peel. But as the persistent ringing continued, he finally let out a quiet sigh, "Why does it always have to be during my banana break? Is this a curse or something?"
The sailor standing beside Kong had a sweat drop on his face as he looked at the Admiral a bit speechlessly, as if wanting to say, 'Isn't it because you never truly stop eating these damn bananas?'
Of course, the sailor only thought so… didn't dare to say it.
Anyway, the reluctant and dissatisfied Kong, who was interrupted in the middle of eating his banana, set it onto a tray held beside him by the sailor. Then he picked up the Transponder Snail, answering the call with a restrained expression, though his eyes kept drifting back toward the unfinished fruit. "Fleet Admiral?"
"Kong… what's the situation on your end? Did your fleet manage to catch up to Charlotte Linlin and her pirate crew?" a gruff, heavy voice asked from the other side.
"I'm still in pursuit, but I haven't closed the distance yet," Kong replied, only half-focused. Even as he answered, his attention drifted back to the half-peeled banana nearby. He briefly considered picking it up and eating it with his free hand during the call, but hesitated, wondering whether that might come across as disrespectful to the Fleet Admiral.
"If that's the case, then hurry," the Fleet Admiral said coldly. "This is a direct order from the Celestial Dragons. Eliminate her and her pirate crew for their insolence."
"Hai… understood, Fleet Admiral," Kong replied with a nod. "I'll continue the pursuit and do my best to intercept her before she reaches her island base."
At the same time, he couldn't help thinking, 'What is that crazy girl thinking? She could have offended anyone… and she chose the Celestial Dragons? That's practically asking for death.'
But the Fleet Admiral wasn't finished. "Pursue her even to her island base if necessary."
Kong hesitated. "E-etto… Fleet Admiral, that might be dangerous. I've heard some troubling rumors about that island, that everything there speaks… even the trees. Wouldn't that make it too risky? There's no telling what kind of monsters and witches might be living there."
"…" There was a brief silence on the other end.
'Did that excuse work?' Kong wondered, a small flicker of hope rising.
Then the Fleet Admiral spoke again. "I have also notified Rear Admiral Sengoku. He was set to return to the HQ having run an errand… Since he was in the nearby waters, he'll join you. With him assisting, there shouldn't be any issues for the two of you."
"I… I see," Kong replied, his tone turning slightly awkward.
"I'll be waiting for your report," the Fleet Admiral said. "Make sure it's a positive one. Otherwise… you'll be sent directly to the concerned Celestial Dragon to explain the failure yourself."
Kacha!
The call ended.
"Why does it always have to be me?" Kong muttered as he placed the receiver back onto the Transponder Snail.
The real problem wasn't the supposed danger waiting for him on Linlin's island. He was an Admiral; there was little Charlotte Linlin could do to make him afraid.
The real issue was much simpler. He was just being lazy and reluctant.
Her base lay deep within the New World, and the thought of chasing her all the way there felt like unnecessary trouble. He was just a simple man who wanted to enjoy his banana. Why did he always get assigned the most troublesome missions?
"Sigh… the downside of being too competent," he concluded. That was the only explanation he could come up with.
The nearby sailor sweatdropped at the sound of the Admiral praising himself again.
Kong cleared his throat. "Ahem… putting that aside…"
His eyes sparkled as he turned toward the half-peeled banana that he had been waiting to eat for so long. He reached for it, ready to finally take a bite—
Then the Fleet Admiral's words echoed in his mind, 'If you fail… you'll explain it to the Celestial Dragon yourself.'
Kong froze as his expression hardened and his hand paused midair before he barked an order.
"Since I don't want to chase her all the way to her island, we must catch Charlotte Linlin before she reaches her base. Increase the battleship's speed. Throw cargo overboard if necessary. Lighten the load. Paddle if you have to. Just hurry!"
"Yes, sir, Admiral Kong!" the sailor saluted and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Kong called urgently.
"Yes, sir?" the sailor asked, wondering what else was needed.
"Don't take my banana," Kong said seriously as he picked it up from the tray and waved the sailor away. "Now go."
"Yes, sir!" The sailor ran off immediately.
At last, Kong looked down at the banana in his hand, his eyes shining with relief, "Finally… no more interruptions…"
He opened his mouth to take a bite—
Caw!
A seagull cried overhead.
Plop.
Something dropped straight onto the exposed fruit.
Kong slowly lowered his gaze, "Shit!"
Green and white sludge covered the banana pulp.
He froze, "Bird shit… on my banana!"
His eyes turned bloodshot, and a thunderous roar erupted across the entire battleship, "BIRD SHIT ON MY BANANA!!!! ROOOOOAAARRRRRRR!!!"
Thump! Thump! Thump!
All the sailors on the battleships flinched as their Admiral's fury shook the ship.
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