Chapter 187: Daughters are touring a luxury cruise while their mother pays. (R-18)

The sounds of forks clinking, soft murmurs of delight, and the occasional giggle from Nami filled the air, a stark contrast to the usual quiet solemnity of the meal.

The heavy meal concluded with a series of satisfied sighs. Lakeman watched as the women dispersed, their movements shifting from the languid grace of leisure to the focused energy of purpose.

Robin and Lily exchanged a brief, meaningful glance before heading toward the eastern wing.

Stella, Miranda, and the others followed, their training regimens demanding immediate attention. Stussy, after a final, crisp salute, vanished through a hidden door, already spiritually linking with Shakky as she headed back toward the sacred, treacherous heights of Marijoa.

"They are all so... busy," Bellmere observed, watching the last flicker of Robin’s emerald gown disappear. She felt acutely conscious of her own lack of immediate purpose in this gilded cage, clutching the hands of her two daughters.

"Indeed. Power requires constant maintenance," Lakeman replied, rising from the throne-like chair. "But now, for a change of pace."

He led the trio through the corridors of his personal cruiser—a vessel so massive it dwarfed battleships, designed not for war, but for decadent, mobile living. It was a palace carved from steel and gold, sailing the calm seas of the Red Line.

Nami and Nogiko walked with their necks craned, their eyes wide saucers taking in the sheer, overwhelming luxury. Every door handle was encrusted with precious stones, every wall paneled with exotic woods that smelled faintly of cinnamon and the deep forest.

"This is... more than an island," Nami whispered, her voice a breathy mix of awe and greed.

Their tour led them inevitably to the library. Lakeman threw open the massive, bronze-inlaid doors, revealing a cavernous space where shelves rose three stories high, packed with volumes from every corner of the four blues and the grand line. Globes spun silently in the corners, and ancient maps, brittle with age, were displayed under protective glass.

Nami stopped dead, her jaw slack. The shimmer of Berries in her eyes faded, replaced by the pure, crystalline glint of intellectual hunger.

"All these books... are they real? Navigation, cartography, planetary cycles?" Her small fingers trembled as she reached out toward a dusty tome on meteorological forecasting.

"Every one," Lakeman confirmed, watching the transformation with a predatory amusement. "Knowledge is power, little nami. Feel free to explore."

Nogiko, finding a quiet corner filled with fictional adventure stories, quickly became engrossed. But Nami, her mind already racing, turned back to Lakeman. She fixed him with a surprisingly shrewd gaze, her curiosity overcoming her shyness.

"Saint Lakeman," she began, using his title with a slight hesitation. "Bellmere said you offered her a job. What exactly is your relationship with her? And why bring us here?"

Lakeman leaned against a marble pillar, his posture relaxed, yet radiating latent strength. "A very good question, little one. The relationship is simple: I am recruiting your mother to manage the single largest agricultural project the world has ever conceived. A project dedicated to the finest fruit known to man."

Bellmere shifted nervously, anticipating the punchline, but Lakeman’s expression was serious.

"I require the world’s largest orange farm," he stated simply. "And I need a fiercely loyal manager with a strong sense of soil and family. I will be investing ten billion Berries at the start. Pure, liquid capital, to acquire land, seeds, infrastructure, and security."

"Hiss"

The sound of Nami’s sharp intake of breath was audible. The crystalline glint in her eyes didn’t just return; it exploded. Her pupils seemed to literally dilate into the shape of the Berry currency symbol, shimmering with a blinding, almost comedic, intensity.

"T-ten... billion?" she squeaked, the number physically vibrating off her tongue.

Lakeman nodded, enjoying the show.

At the same moment, he sent a mental message directly into Bellmere’s mind, a cold, clear voice bypassing her ears and settling deep into her consciousness.

"What I said is true. Ten billion Berries will be transferred. I will also leave behind a cadre of CP agents. They will help manage the farm according to the advanced agricultural theories I will provide. But their main task is protection. Protection of you, and protection of my two daughters."

Bellmere flinched, a slight tremor running through her shoulders, an internal *clack* of realization.

’They will also be administering a specific regimen of medicine and diet to Nami and Nogiko, carefully calibrated to accelerate their physical development and training capacity. They will grow into their peak forms—and their duties—much faster. ’ he thought, but didn’t say it to her.

Bellmere swallowed hard, the magnitude of the commitment settling over her like a heavy velvet shroud. She met Lakeman’s gaze, her eyes a silent mixture of fear, gratitude, and fierce maternal resolve.

"I... I accept the terms, Saint Lakeman," she managed aloud, her voice tight. The girls would be protected, trained, and rich. That was all that mattered.

"Excellent." Lakeman smiled, a genuine, if chilling, display of satisfaction. "Now that the business is settled, let’s see where the rest of the family is spending their afternoon."

He led them out of the quiet sanctuary of the library and deep into the bowels of the cruiser, where a massive, state-of-the-art training facility sprawled. The air here was thick with the metallic tang of sweat and the sharp *snap* of impact.

Robin, Lily, Stella, Makino, Mirana, and a handful of other powerful women were engaged in rigorous combat training.

Robin was a whirlwind of dark limbs, her *clones* multiplying and dissolving with a sound like tearing parchment, while Lily practiced her lightning-fast sword draws, the *shing* of steel echoing off the reinforced walls.

Mirana, dressed in tight leather, was engaged in brutal close-quarters combat with a hulking automaton, her movements precise, punctuated by the dull *thud* of her fists against the machine’s chassis.

Lakeman watched them, his breath catching in his throat. The sight of their bodies, tight and toned, flexing with exertion, the sheen of sweat highlighting the curves of their backs and the swell of their breasts beneath their training gear, sent a familiar surge of heat through him. His cock, already primed from the morning’s excesses, sprang instantly to attention, throbbing beneath the silk of his robes.

He sent a quick, sharp mental message to Robin: ’The little navigators need to start their regimen. Begin the induction now.’

Robin, currently throttling an opponent with six extra hands, paused mid-strangle. She tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes flicking toward Lakeman, a flicker of profound disdain crossing her features before it was instantly masked by her usual serene smile. She understood. Their rapid growth and training had to begin immediately.

She dismissed her opponent and walked over, wiping a bead of sweat from her temple.

"Nami, Nogiko! Bellmere," Robin greeted them warmly, her voice deceptively sweet. "You two look like you’ve been eating well. You know, to manage the world’s largest orange farm, you need to be strong enough to defend it from pirates, right?"

Nami, still seeing Berries, nodded eagerly. "Of course! We need to be strong enough to protect ten billion Berries!"

"Exactly!" Robin let out a soft, melodious laugh, a gentle *Hee-hee-hee* that sounded utterly harmless. "We were just about to do a fun little exercise—a game of strength and agility. It’s perfect for future heroes and queens. It’s actually advanced preparation for treasure hunting, isn’t it, Lily?"

Lily, who had just executed a flawless *swoosh* with her blade, nodded gravely. "The path to power is paved with calisthenics."

Nami’s eyes lit up at the mention of treasure hunting, and Nogiko, inspired by the powerful women around them, seemed to shed her nervousness.

"We’ll do it!" Nami declared, pulling Nogiko forward.

Robin’s smile widened, a thin, knowing curve of her lips. "Wonderful. Come, let’s start with a thousand squats. Just a warm-up, of course."

As Robin efficiently distracted the two girls, leading them away to a corner of the gym that conveniently featured heavy ropes and weighted sleds, Lakeman turned to Bellmere.

"I, however, need to calm down," he murmured, his hand settling low on her back, kneading the firm flesh of her ass through her clothes.

The *squish-squish* sound was faint but satisfying. "The tension is radiating off you, Bellmere. That won’t do."

He guided her firmly toward the row of private shower rooms adjacent to the training floor. The rooms were separated by frosted glass panels, designed for quick cool-downs. He opened the glass door to the nearest stall and gently pushed her inside, his fingers still digging into her glutes.

"In, my slut."

Bellmere gasped softly, the sound muffled by the rush of water that was already running, steaming slightly.

The combination of his commanding voice and the sudden, rough intimacy sent a dizzying wave of heat through her. The fear of the commitment, the sight of his power, and the sudden, overwhelming awareness of his desire for her, all coalesced into a sharp, painful ache between her legs.

He stepped in behind her, closing the door—but deliberately leaving it a little ajar, a sliver of space allowing the muffled sounds of the training room to seep in, and perhaps, the sounds of their own desperate coupling to drift out.

He gently pushed Bellmere forward, her knees hitting the wet tile floor with a soft *thump*. "You need to calm me down right now."

Her hands, trembling slightly, went immediately to the drawstring of his robes. She yanked them down, along with his trousers, the silk pooling around his ankles.

His massive, granite-hard cock, already glistening with pre-come, sprang free with a life of its own. It swung forward, the tip smacking softly against her nose with a wet *thud*.

The scent of him—musk, sandalwood, and the potent, salty aroma of pure male arousal—flooded her senses.

Bellmere didn’t hesitate. She took hold of the heavy shaft, running her thumb over the rigid veins, before lowering her head. Her tongue, warm and eager, darted out, tracing a line of fire from the base to the crown. She began to lick, the sound of her devotion a rhythmic, wet *slurp* in the confined space. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Slurp- Slurp- Slurp.

The shower stall filled with the humid, primal sounds of Bellmere’s worship. Her initial tentative licks quickly transformed into a focused, ravenous rhythm.

She worked the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue, a meticulous *flick-flick-flick* that focused all the nerve endings of his shaft into a single, blinding point of sensation.

Lakeman braced his hand against the cool, tiled wall, the dominance of the moment a potent aphrodisiac. He watched her, the water misting around her hair, her eyes closed in concentration, utterly devoted to the task.

"Good girl, Bellmere," he praised, his voice a low, rough growl. He felt the tension in her jaw, the effort she was putting into pleasing him, and it only intensified his arousal. "Take it deeper. Show me how grateful you are for the wealth and protection I’m giving your family."

She responded immediately, her mouth widening, sucking him in with a fierce vacuuming sound.

A wet *schlock* echoed as she took him halfway, her cheeks hollowing, her throat muscles working visibly.

She began to pump, her head moving up and down with a desperate, hungry speed that left him breathless. The rhythmic *thwup-thwup-thwup* was the only music he needed.

He reached down, his fingers burying themselves in her damp red hair, guiding her, asserting his control. He didn’t pull roughly, but with a firm, inescapable pressure, ensuring she took every inch he offered.

"Don’t stop," he commanded, the word a vibration against her scalp.

Her hands left his shaft, gripping his thighs instead, anchoring herself as she accelerated her pace, the slickness of the water and the rising heat making the friction exquisite. She was pushing her limits, testing the boundaries of her obedience, and he knew it was time to demand more.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to catch her eye, which snapped open, wide and glazed with desire and exertion.

"Take me deep in your throat, Bellmere," he commanded, his voice low and unwavering, leaving no room for refusal. "I want to feel you choke on me. Clean me out, completely."

He pushed forward, slowly, inexorably. Bellmere gasped, a choked *Eek!* escaping her lips as the thick head of his cock bumped against her soft palate.

She fought the gag reflex, her eyes watering, but her devotion was absolute. She forced her throat open, muscles convulsing, taking him deeper and deeper.

The sensation was raw, primal. He was fully sheathed in her throat, feeling the hot, wet contraction of her esophagus around the base of his shaft. The only sound was a desperate, wet *gurgle* and a series of strained, choked breaths that sounded like a strangled kitten.

He let out a deep groan, pushing once more, fully burying himself. "That’s it," he rasped, his hips grinding lightly, pulling back an inch, then driving forward again. "Take it. Take your Master."

Bellmere was rigid, tears streaming from her eyes, yet she held him there, accepting his dominance, proving her commitment.

The air in the stall was thick with the scent of sex and steam, the glass door still left ajar, offering a silent invitation to any who might wander by.

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