One Piece : Start As Celestial Dragon And Take Down Hancock-Chapter 176: Taking Down Makino. Makino’s Blackening. (R-18)
While Mirana savored the sight of her brother writhing beneath her heel, a cruel smile played across her lips.
Each strike from her Arnament Haki-coated heels sank into Shanks’ flesh, leaving deep imprints that bled faintly beneath the crushing force of Saint Lakeman’s Conqueror’s Haki.
"Come on, brother," she taunted softly, her voice dripping with mock affection. "You used to call yourself a man of honor. Look at you now—groveling like a worm at my master’s feet."
Shanks’ fingers clawed at the ground, nails breaking against the marble. His vision blurred, yet his gaze burned with defiance. "Mirana... you’ve lost yourself," he rasped, his voice hoarse from blood and fury. "He’s using you. Can’t you see that?"
She tilted her head, the faintest laugh escaping her throat. "Using me?" Her eyes glimmered with something dark and devoted. "No, brother. I love devoting myself to him."
Another kick drove into his ribs, forcing a choked cry from his lips. "You’ll understand soon enough. Maybe when your precious Makino chooses to moan his name with desire, the way I do."
Those words cut deeper than any wound. Shanks trembled—not from pain, but from despair. The sound of distant footsteps above... the creak of a bedframe... and then—
a faint, muffled moan.
His heart clenched.
"Makino..." he whispered, barely audible.
Mirana leaned closer, crouching beside him so her perfume mingled with the scent of his blood.
"She’s his now," she murmured. "Every breath, every sound she makes belongs to him. You should be proud, brother. At least she’s his now — his woman, his chosen one — instead of wasting her heart on a worm like you."
Shanks’ breathing turned ragged, his spirit tearing at the seams. His bones ached under the relentless pressure of Lakeman’s aura. Yet, the actual agony wasn’t physical—it was the hollow, shattering realization that he had already lost everything: his love, his pride, and even his sister.
"Mmh"
Above them, the rhythm of moans grew louder, clearer—pleasure laced with pain and willing surrender. Each echo reached Shanks like a blade twisting in his chest.
"Stop..." he breathed, his voice breaking. "Please... make it stop."
Mirana’s grin widened, her voice soft and cruel as silk. "No, brother. Listen. That’s the sound of your weakness dying."
"Aahhh, it hurts. "
From above came Makino’s pained moans of losing her chastity to someone she gave it wholeheartedly — faint at first, then growing clearer — a mix of pain, pleasure and trembling surrender. Each moan carried the weight of something breaking, something irretrievable.
"More.. more"
"Aahh"
"Mm"
The echoes slipped down the staircase like knives through silence. With every note, Shanks’ heart constricted further, his breath turning shallow. His mind screamed to shut it out, yet he couldn’t — her voice bound him in anguish he couldn’t escape.
"Do you hear her, brother?" Mirana’s tone was sweet, almost tender, though her heel pressed deeper against his back. "That’s what devotion sounds like."
Shanks’ eyes glistened with rage and despair. "You call that devotion?" he spat, his voice cracking. "You’ve both lost your souls."
Mirana’s smile didn’t fade. "Souls are overrated," she whispered, twisting her heel until he gasped. "What matters is who owns them."
"Mmhhh"
"Ohhh"
"Harder.. Saint lakeman"
The sound from above came again — softer this time, rhythmic, haunting, and full of pleasure, unlike the moans of pain like before.
Shanks trembled, his body shaking under the combined pressure of grief and Haki. Every breath felt like drowning in sorrow.
Mirana watched him crumble, her eyes glinting coldly in the dim light. "It hurts, doesn’t it? To realize the world doesn’t bend for your ideals... but for his will."
Shanks lowered his head, his bloodied hair falling over his eyes. His voice was barely more than a whisper. "If that’s his will... then I’ll die fighting it."
Inside Makino’s bedroom upstairs
"Aahhh..."
"Hhmmm..." Makino moaned constantly as she and Lakeman moved together rhythmically in the missionary position.
Pah
Pah
Moans and the sounds of flesh slapping filled the room as he continued moving his thick cock in and out of her tight warmth that gripped him like a vise.
Makino’s body trembled beneath him with every thrust as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, as if never wanting to let him go, the only man who has both her heart and body..
’It feels so good, I hope Lakeman can love me every day just like this,’ Makino thought as her body shook with every thrust, moving in rhythm.
"Ooohhh..."
Pah
Pah
Lakeman’s gaze lingered on the trembling woman beneath him — her body trembling, her lips parting between moans that spilled from her throat like music.
Every twitch, every breath she took under him fed his hunger to explore her further.
He moved with slow, deliberate intent, savoring her reactions. His mouth released one swollen nipple, leaving it glistening with his saliva, only to claim the other.
His tongue traced lazy circles around the sensitive bud before closing his lips over it, sucking deeply until she arched against him.
Occasionally, his teeth grazed her tender flesh — a teasing bite that made her gasp, torn between pain and pleasure, as his hands continued to roam her quivering body.
Lakeman quickened his pace, his thrusts growing deeper and quicker as he drove into her tight, warm pussy.
Pulling his mouth away from her soft, trembling breasts, he caught her lips in a hungry kiss. Their tongues intertwined, breath mingling, her muffled moans vibrating against his mouth as he devoured every sound she tried to make.
His shaft had already molded perfectly to her tightness, filling her with each motion. Their tongues tangled as they kissed, saliva mixing between ragged breaths.
Both were lost in the haze of passion and raw, consuming desire, their bodies moving together in desperate rhythm.
Not wanting to leave her breasts unattended, he cupped them firmly in both hands, molding and kneading the soft flesh to his heart’s content.
His fingers sank into her supple curves, thumbs teasing her hardened nipples as he continued to thrust into her heat with relentless rhythm.
"Mmhh"
Her muffled moans vibrated against his lips, their bodies moving as one in a blur of heat and hunger.
After a few minutes, he could feel her body tightening around him, the telltale tremor of another orgasm building within her.
Sensing it, he drove himself faster, his rod sliding in and out of her slick warmth at a furious pace. The heat and friction between them only heightened their pleasure, each movement drawing them closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Lakeman pulled his lips away, allowing her moans of pleasure to spill freely through the room—each moan echoing downward to reach Shanks below.
She gasped desperately for air between his relentless thrusts, her body trembling as waves of ecstasy overtook her.
"Aahh"
Pahh
Pahh
His hips moved with wild rhythm, driving into her pussy deeply with passion while his hands kneaded her soft breasts, thumbs circling and teasing her rosy, sensitive nipples until her moans rose even higher, trembling on the edge of bliss.
Pah
Pah
"Ooohh, Saint Lakeman," Makino moaned of his name again and again as she became one with him.
His lips wandered down to her pale neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of tender kisses mixed with teasing bites that made her tremble in pleasure.
"Hiss"
Each touch drew a soft gasp from her as he tasted the sweat glistening on her skin, savoring the salt and heat of their bodies locked in that relentless rhythm.
The air was thick with warmth, their mingled breaths, and the faint scent of desire that clung to her trembling body beneath him.
"Don’t call me Saint Lakeman," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Just call me Master... darling... hubby... or simply Lakeman."
He let the words linger before his tongue traced the curve of her earlobe, a slow, teasing lick followed by a playful bite that drew another moan from her lips.—breaking what little restraint she still had left.
"Ooohhh... Lakeman... I can’t take it... aahhh..."
Makino’s body trembled violently as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her back arched, breath hitching as her tight pussy convulsed around his cock, releasing a flood of love juices.
Her mind blurred in ecstasy, but Lakeman didn’t slow down, guided by her trembling body and the way she clung to him.
Pah
Pah
Makino clung to him, her voice soft between breaths. She moved with him, every motion guided by shared desire.
"Ooohh"
His steady, powerful thrusts only deepened, taking her to the limits of pleasure. As the bed creaked beneath their rhythm and her moans filled the air like music born of surrender.
Her body overflowed with warmth as they moved together, the rhythm between them echoing through the room.
The sound of flesh slapping blended with wet, rhythmic squelches, filling the room with a heated melody.
Pah... Pah...
"Master... It’s too much... I can’t take it...’ Makino gasped, her voice trembling between pleasure and exhaustion, her trembling hands pressing weakly against his chest as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her sensitive pussy, leaving her lost between exhaustion and ecstasy.
"Aahh..."
"Ooohh... hmmm..."
Makino moaned loudly as he continued taking her with intensity filled with their shared passion and lust.
Pah
Pah
Their movements grew rougher, deeper, until finally, with a low groan, he buried his cock completely inside her pussy, pressing against her deepest spot as her body quivered beneath him.
"Uhmmm." A deep, guttural moan escaped him as he released his thick cum inside her pussy, warmth flooding her womb.
He pressed his lips against her shoulder, gave her a bite filled with love, leaving a faint red mark on her pale, flawless skin — a tender brand of his passion and a primal brand of possession, claiming her as his and his alone.
"Ahhhh." Makino’s moan trembled through the room as waves of pleasure rippled across her body, her form shuddering uncontrollably when his hot cum flooded deep inside her womb.
After finishing, releasing every drop of his seed inside her, he slowly pulled his cock out of her.
A stream of thick white essence, mixed with proof of their shared passion, trickled from her swollen slit, staining the bedsheets — a vivid mark of his conquest.
Huff.
Huff.
Makino gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling. Tears shimmered in her eyes — a tangled mix of pain, pleasure, love, and surrender — as she gazed up at his face, her thoughts a storm of confusion and emotion.
"Did you enjoy it, my dear bartender?" Lakeman asked gently, a teasing warmth in his tone as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, then his hands returned to her breasts, kneading the soft mounds already marked with faint love bites from his earlier passion.
"Umm..." she breathed out softly, her voice trembling with shyness as she turned her face away, cheeks flushed a gentle red.
Lakeman leaned closer, his tone low and teasing. "Ready for round two?"
Makino’s eyes widened in panic.
"No... not now... I’m exhausted," she said with a breathless laugh. "You’ve already worn me out."
Her body trembled as she backed away across the bed, exhaustion and fear mingling in her expression.
Even in her exhaustion, she felt an unfamiliar warmth blooming inside — not just from his touch, but from the strange comfort it brought.
At the same time, Lakeman’s gaze remained fixed on her—calm, unreadable, yet filled with the quiet intensity of a man restraining his desire.
Lakeman still desired her—his mind briefly flicking through the countless ways he could retake her, in different positions, in different rhythms.
But he held himself back. He knew Makino wasn’t like the others. She was an ordinary, innocent village girl—once just a gentle bartender and the owner of this small tavern.
An hour and a half of their overwhelming, passionate union had already taken every bit of her strength. Unlike his other women—Stussy, Hancock, Shakky—Makino had no training in physical combat or Haki.
Those women could endure his merciless rhythm for an entire day without faltering, their bodies honed and strengthened through years of battle and his own brutal affection.
Makino, however, was different. She was soft, unrefined, untouched by power or war. And though her body now trembled from exhaustion, her innocence only made her beauty feel more fragile, more real.
Every attendant and follower trained under strict discipline.. Whenever Stussy and Shakky found free time—and Lakeman wasn’t using them—they trained the others rigorously.
Every woman under his command was molded into a stronger version of herself, her physique sharpened through constant physical and spiritual conditioning.
Lakeman could easily heal Makino if he wished. He could erase every trace of exhaustion—make her body new again if he wished.. But as he looked at her trembling form, he felt her emotions more clearly than ever.
’She’s grown attached to me,’ he thought, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. ’I’ve already taken a place in her heart. But there’s still a little fear left... that trace of hesitation when she looks at me.’
And for some reason, her hesitant gaze only deepened his fascination.
He pulled her close, wrapping his arms gently around her from behind.
At first, her body was tense—breath shallow, muscles trembling—but as his warmth surrounded her, she slowly began to relax. Her heartbeat steadied, and the fear in her eyes faded into a fragile calm.
Despite her earlier hesitation, she knew he would never truly harm her.
Lakeman’s breath brushed against her neck, and before long, his body betrayed his thoughts—Desire stirred again as his body pressed instinctively closer to her, pressing against the soft curve of her ass. The faint friction sent a pulse of heat through him.
’Damn... I want her again,’ he thought, his mind drifting toward temptation as he fought urges to relive their shared passion. ’To bend her over, feel that tightness, hear her moan my name again
His hands moved slowly, almost tenderly, tracing her waist and hips with a deceptive gentleness. His hardened cock brushed against her again, making her body hot once more.
She shivered under his touch—caught between exhaustion, fatigue, and a lingering warmth from their closeness as she felt the pull of desire.
Lakeman’s lips curled into a devious smile as a thought sparked in his mind. Without uttering a word, he reached out telepathically—sending a mental command to Mirana through their mind link.
A moment later, Mirana’s cruel laughter echoed where Shanks lay helpless on the ground.
Following Lakeman’s silent order, she began to taunt him mercilessly, her words like venom.
"Did you hear her, dear brother?" she whispered mockingly. "Makino’s cries? At first, she screamed in pain, but soon she was begging for more. She pleased our master so beautifully... while you, the fool who fancied her, couldn’t even hold her hand."
Usually, Shanks would have ignored such crude provocation. But now—broken, bruised, and humiliated—his heart was already fragile. Each word pierced through his sanity like a blade.
Makino’s moans still echoed in his ears, the way they shifted from pain to pleasure, from protest to desperate yearning.
Under Lakeman’s subtle Devil Fruit influence—one that preyed on jealousy, hatred, and envy—Shanks’ control snapped.
His eyes burned red, his face twisted in rage as he shouted, "Damn that woman! Pretending to be pure and innocent. I couldn’t even hold her hand, yet she’s happily spreading her legs for that bastard Lakeman."
The corruption deepened, his voice breaking into manic fury. "If I had known earlier, I’d never have let her slip away the very first day I met her, instead of acting like some noble gentleman. Now she’s completely his—body and soul."
Then, in an instant, Lakeman lifted the influence from his mind. The burning haze vanished, leaving only silence—and realization.
Shanks froze, horror dawning on his face as the weight of his own words sank in.
The rage wasn’t his own—it was the whisper of Lakeman’s power twisting his emotions.
He barely had time to open his mouth before Mirana struck him down, her voice cold as she forced him back to the ground..
"Pathetic," she muttered coldly, watching blood trickle down his temple. "You deserve every bit of this."
Meanwhile, upstairs in her bedroom.
Makino’s spent body rested naked in Lakeman’s arms, her skin still glistening faintly with sweat.
The soft rhythm of his breath against her ear had almost lulled her into calm—until the echo of curses from below reached her.
Her body stiffened. Her fingers instinctively gripped the sheets.
’That voice... Shanks.’
For a fleeting moment, a wave of old memories washed through her mind—Shanks’ laughter echoing through the tavern, his carefree grin as he teased her and Luffy, the warmth of those nights filled with song and stories.
Those days had felt simple, honest, almost innocent.
She closed her eyes. "Why does it still hurt?" she whispered under her breath.
Lakeman’s arms tightened slightly around her waist. "Still thinking about him?" His tone was calm, yet possessive, knowing.
Makino turned her face away, her lips trembling. "I... I don’t know. I used to think he was good. That maybe... maybe he cared."
Lakeman gave a low, knowing hum. "You saw his true colors, didn’t you? That man never cared for anyone but himself. You were just another tavern girl to him."
His words struck deep, cutting through the last fragile threads of her hesitation. She bit her lip hard, trying to steady her breath.
’He’s right. Every smile... every laugh... it was all a lie.’
Her chest tightened with a burning mix of anger and shame. The tears that formed in her eyes weren’t of sorrow anymore—they were of disgust, aimed at herself.
"I was such a fool," she whispered bitterly. "I actually thought he had a heart."
Lakeman brushed his thumb along her cheek, his tone smooth yet commanding. "Then forget him. Look at me instead."
Makino slowly turned her gaze toward him. The intensity in Lakeman’s crimson eyes drew her in like a tide—dark, magnetic, absolute. Her resentment and guilt melted into something else entirely.
"...Yes," she breathed. "I only want to see his face twisted in pain now."
A faint, satisfied smile curved Lakeman’s lips. "Good. Then you’re beginning to understand."
She turned toward him, cheeks flushed, breath small and uneven. "Master Lakeman," she said, voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and resolve, "how about we... go downstairs for a second round at the bar?"
Her gaze flicked toward the doorway, eyes dark with something more complex than desire — a fierce anticipation of Shanks’ despair that made her pulse quicken.
Lakeman’s mouth curved into a slow, teasing smile. He leaned back a little, studying her with amused interest. "Are you sure?" he asked, the edge in his tone playful and dangerous at once.
"Do you think you can manage it?"
She met his look without flinching. For a heartbeat, her old softness surfaced — a memory of laughter and easy afternoons — then hardened into steel. ’I won’t let him have the last word,’ she thought. ’Not after what they did.’
"Yes," she said, the single word quiet but absolute. "I can do it."
He rose, the motion deliberate. "Good," he replied, voice low. "Then let us go. Let him see what he’s lost."
Makino slowly climbed down from the bed, her legs trembling.
"Aahh..." she gasped, her voice soft yet heavy with pain.
Each step sent a wave of ache through her body—still sore and tender from their long, passionate time together.
Her knees buckled under her own weight.
Before she could fall, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her gently into his arms, steadying her with quiet concern.
Her bare skin still glowed faintly with the warmth of their earlier closeness, pressed against his chest—her warmth and scent reigniting the fire in his veins.
As he carried her down the stairs, his aura pulsed faintly, weaving threads of life force into her fragile frame, soothing her pain and restoring her strength bit by bit.
"Don’t try to act brave, my little woman," he murmured, his tone teasing yet gentle.
Makino, unaware of the subtle life force flowing through her, blushed deeply and hid her face in his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled her ears, and despite her soreness, a faint smile touched her lips.
For the first time, Makino felt safe in his arms—no longer confused, just quietly at peace.
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