[~1800 words]
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"Clang, clang, clang, clang! Look what I have here!"
Marianne stared at the Devil Fruit with its distinctive swirling patterns. She bit into her senbei and murmured softly,
"It's a Devil Fruit… Is this really for me?"
"Of course. It's the Art-Art Fruit. It will complement your ability to manipulate emotions through pigments perfectly."
"I'm confident that once you awaken its power, your combat strength will soar."
"Art-Art Fruit…!" Marianne's eyes sparkled with genuine excitement. The name felt tailor-made for her.
Seeing her willing acceptance, James smiled and placed the fruit in her small hands. She ate it without hesitation. A few moments later, her eyes lit up with vibrant new energy.
She hopped off the soft couch, snatched a paintbrush from the table, and began painting in wild, unrestrained strokes. Colorful, transparent mist burst from the brush tip. Everything the mist touched twisted and transformed according to her imagination.
The entire room rapidly changed into a vibrant, dreamlike wonderland. The soft couch expanded into a massive luxurious bed, the table grew larger and overflowed with colorful senbei, and the walls shimmered with living artwork. The space itself felt bigger, more alive, and filled with joy.
Marianne's happiness reached its peak. Not skilled with words, she chose to express her deep gratitude in the way she knew James loved most.
💖She stood in front of him, cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and excitement. Slowly, she removed her top, revealing her small, perky breasts—cute, pale, and perfectly proportioned to her petite 18-year-old body.
Her pink nipples were already slightly stiff from anticipation.
💖Without saying a word, Marianne knelt gracefully between James's legs. Her small hands reached up and pulled down his pants, freeing his heavy, semi-erect cock. She gazed at it with reverence for a moment before leaning in.
💖"Mmm…" she hummed softly as she began kissing along the thick shaft, her soft lips pressing affectionate, wet kisses from base to tip.
Her tongue slipped out, licking slow, teasing circles around the head before dragging wetly down the underside.
James groaned deeply, "Haaah… that's good, Marianne…"
💖Encouraged by his voice, she opened her small mouth and took the head inside, sucking gently while her tongue swirled around it. "Mmmph… mmm…" Her hands rested on his muscular thighs for support as she bobbed her head, taking more of him with each stroke.
💖His cock rapidly hardened and swelled under her eager attention, growing into a full, imposing 10-inch length—thick, veiny, and heavy in her mouth.
Marianne's eyes widened slightly at the size, but she didn't pull back. Drool began to leak from the corners of her lips as she worked harder, sucking noisily.
💖"Slurp… mmmph… gluck… haa… mmmh~" Wet, lewd sounds filled the room as she pushed herself deeper, her small throat bulging visibly each time she tried to take more.
James let out a low, satisfied groan, his hand gently stroking her hair. "Nngh… fuck, your mouth feels incredible… Keep going, just like that…"
💖Marianne moaned around his thick cock, the vibrations sending pleasure through him. Her drool dripped messily down his shaft and onto her small breasts as she bobbed faster, determined to please him. "Gluck… gluck… mmmphhh~"
After several minutes, her pace began to slow as fatigue set in. Her jaw ached and her breathing grew labored.
James noticed immediately. He cupped her cute face with both large hands, thumbs gently wiping away some of the drool on her chin.
"Relax, Marianne," he said huskily. "Let me take care of the rest."
💖He held her head firmly in place and began thrusting into her warm, wet mouth. Marianne's eyes watered as he pushed deeper, sliding into her throat with each powerful stroke.
"Gluck—! Mmmghh… nngh… haaah—!" She groaned and moaned loudly around his cock, the sounds muffled and obscene as he face-fucked her with increasing intensity. Thick strings of drool ran down her chin and onto her small tits, making them glisten.
James groaned deeply in pleasure, "Fuuuck… yes… take it all… Nngh!"
💖He thrust harder, burying himself to the hilt in her tight throat again and again. Marianne's muffled moans grew louder and more desperate as she submitted completely to him.
With a loud, guttural groan, James finally came. "Haaah—! I'm cumming…!"
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her mouth and throat. He didn't pull out, continuing to thrust through the orgasm and releasing a second, then a third powerful load until her mouth overflowed. Cum dripped from the corners of her lips as she struggled to swallow.
💖Finally, James pulled out with a wet pop. He stroked his still-hard cock and aimed it at her face and chest, shooting several more thick ropes across her pretty face, lips, and small perky breasts until they were completely covered in his white, sticky cum.
James let out a long, deeply satisfied groan, his body relaxing. He leaned down and kissed the top of her cum-splattered hair tenderly.
"Good girl… You did very well, Marianne."
Marianne looked up at him with hazy, devoted eyes, breathing heavily, her small body marked and glistening with his seed.
In fact, there was another Devil Fruit that would have suited her perfectly—Kurozumi Kanjuro's Brush-Brush Fruit. But that was still far in the future, so there was no need to wait.
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After spending some more intimate time cleaning up and cuddling with the thoroughly satisfied Marianne, James made his way to the palace.
This time, he intended to truly claim Monet—the charming, elegant beauty—as his own.
He still hadn't fulfilled the promise he made to her. He had said he would bring Doflamingo to her the next day, but yesterday he had been completely captivated by Rebecca's charm, lost in sweet conversations and intimate moments with her.
It had to be said—Rebecca was truly wonderful. She was obedient, proactive, and listened attentively to everything he said…
Stepping into the main hall, the angels on duty came forward to greet him and update him on Monet's situation.
"Lord God! Miss Monet has been very obedient these past two days. She hasn't caused any trouble at all—she's been surprisingly gentle~"
"Oh~? Is this her true nature… or has she simply prepared herself to surrender?" James mused.
He didn't need to know the answer. Either way, Monet could not escape him.
When he entered the inner hall, Monet was leaning by the window, gazing outside with a melancholic expression. The special Sea Prism Stone anklet she wore left her looking weak and listless.
The sight of this beautiful "sick beauty" quietly admiring the scenery perfectly matched James's preferences. It instantly heightened his anticipation.
"Miss Monet," James said calmly, "Doflamingo has already been defeated by me."
"He and several of his 'family' members have been imprisoned. Even your little sister Sugar has been bound with Sea Prism Stone handcuffs and fallen into my hands…"
"I wonder… what have you decided?"
Hearing that magnetic voice, Monet's heart skipped a beat. She had thought the footsteps belonged to one of the angels. She turned to glance at him, then quickly looked away, her eyes dull and lifeless.
James walked over and sat in the chair opposite her.
"What's wrong? Do you think staying silent will make all of this go away? Or is your silence your answer?"
"No… it's not that…" Monet replied subconsciously.
"Then what is it?" James waved his hand over the table. Two photos appeared.
One showed Doflamingo's bitter, defeated smile. The other captured Sugar's weak, pitiful eyes while bound by Sea Prism Stone cuffs.
These two images struck Monet deeply.
One was the benefactor who had saved her and her sister from a desperate situation.
The other was her adorable little sister—the girl she had sworn to protect until she grew up, reached a suitable age, and could be happily married off to live a joyful life…
Monet stood frozen, her small mouth slightly agape in a captivating way. She didn't know what to say.
"You wouldn't believe any of this unless you saw Doflamingo's miserable state and your sister's pitiful eyes with your own, right?"
"Come on. Let me take you to the prison to see Doflamingo, and back to Dressrosa to see your mischievous little sister."
"No… there's no need," Monet said, her voice surprisingly calm. "I'm willing to surrender myself in exchange for the Young Master's life…"
She had already imagined the worst outcome countless times over the past two days. The angels had also been constantly telling her how wonderful James was, and she had been deeply influenced by their words.
But most importantly—she simply had no other choice.
However, she seemed to have forgotten what James had told her before he left last time.
"Hehe~ Young Master?" James shook his head, his expression cold. "It seems you still haven't figured out your place."
He stood up emotionlessly and walked toward the door.
"Very well. You can just stay here as a minor divine concubine and behave yourself."
"I won't kill Doflamingo for now. As for later… Hmph! That will depend on your performance."
"Wait… What are you going to do?"
Monet sensed something was wrong. Shouldn't James be eagerly claiming her now that she had surrendered? Why was he suddenly turning hostile and leaving?
James continued walking without stopping, further alarming her.
"You still haven't accepted your position, so I'm not interested."
"Fortunately, your sister is soft, cute, and quite tempting. I don't necessarily need you. I'll just test things out with her first."
Monet's face turned deathly pale. She could no longer maintain her composure.
The weakness from the Sea Prism Stone anklet seemed to vanish as she desperately flashed in front of James. Because she moved too quickly in her frail state, she ended up kneeling on the ground. She didn't bother getting up and remained in that submissive posture, looking up at him anxiously.
Her slender, delicate hands tightly gripped his thigh as she pleaded,
"No… please don't! Spare her… She's still a child. Whatever you want to do, just do it to me instead…"
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