Aboard the Moby Dick.
At that moment, the stillness of the sea was an irony.
The gentle waves didn't reflect even a fraction of the atmosphere that hung over the deck of the most feared ship in the New World.
Whitebeard, Edward Newgate, was standing. The wind stirred the white hairs of his mustache, but he remained unmoved.
In his eyes, a fury had gathered—one as deep and dense as the sea itself. Before him, covered by a tarp soaked in dried blood, lay the lifeless body of Namur.
At his side, sitting in silence with his face drenched in sweat and wrapped in tight bandages, was Jozu, his right shoulder covered in dark gauze… the arm was no longer there.
Dozens of wounded crew members occupied different corners of the deck, many with broken ribs, some unable to move, others barely conscious.
The battle on Fish-Man Island hadn't been a skirmish—it had been a humiliation.
And in the midst of that silence…
Boom
An invisible explosion shook the ship completely.
Whitebeard gripped his naginata so tightly that the wood beneath his feet cracked.
His Conqueror's Haki burst out, making the masts tremble and the edges of the sails curl. The seagulls in the sky fainted, and the ocean beneath them seemed to stop moving.
On both sides, the core members stood aligned in silence, all eyes fixed on their father.
Their faces were heavy with pain, suppressed rage, and a grief that weighed like an anvil.
They struggled to accept it.
They had sent two divisions to deal with a mere human… and they had returned with one captain dead, another mutilated, and a trail of defeat behind them.
"Who the hell is this Tiberion Hanma?!" a pirate shouted, breaking the silence in desperation.
"Damn it!" roared Blenheim, the ninth division captain. He was almost as tall as Whitebeard, with a short white beard, a dark ponytail, and arms like steel pillars. His bare torso displayed two massive tattoos of the crew's Jolly Roger, one on each deltoid.
"I'll gather my men and kill him myself! I swear it!"
"..."
Whitebeard didn't respond.
Marco, who stood beside Jozu, spoke in a grave tone.
"Calm down, Blenheim. We're not going to rush in."
"Calm down?!" Blenheim growled. "Namur is dead! Jozu lost an arm! Our brothers were torn apart! AND YOU WANT ME TO WAIT?!"
"Listen to the old man first," Marco insisted, his tone still restrained, but heavy, as if he too was holding something back inside.
Blenheim clenched his fists and breathed heavily, then lowered his gaze.
"…Father," he finally said, "Give the order."
Whitebeard slowly raised his head.
And in his eyes was something rarely seen in him: fury.
His gaze turned to Namur's corpse.
He had seen many of his sons fall over the years.
But what had happened on Fish-Man Island wasn't a battle. It was a message.
A direct message to his honor, his authority.
His family.
"…For them to be defeated," he said in a deep voice, "…that's one thing."
"But to kill one of my sons, like it's nothing… is unforgivable."
A deadly silence took over the Moby Dick.
"Go," he continued, raising his naginata slightly. "Bring hell to Fish-Man Island. Make it loud."
"And wipe out Tiberion Hanma."
"UNDERSTOOD, FATHER!"
Eight captains raised their flags, assembled their squadrons, and boarded over ten large warships.
In just over thirty minutes, they set out toward the depths, cutting across the sea with 700 to 800 men.
This time, they weren't going to negotiate.
They weren't going to talk.
They were going to destroy.
Tiberion Hanma needed to understand that laying a hand on a son of Whitebeard… was to seal his death sentence.
From the deck of the Moby Dick, Marco watched as the ships sailed away. At his side, Jozu remained silent, staring at the sea with a somber face.
Not everyone went.
Marco, Jozu, and a few others stayed behind.
…
Marine Headquarters – Marineford.
At the top of the main tower, the air smelled of coffee and decisions that could change the course of the world.
Sengoku, the Fleet Admiral of the Marines, had just hung up the Den Den Mushi after a direct call with the highest ranks of the World Government.
The Gorosei.
His eyes, behind his black-rimmed glasses, didn't hide the exhaustion or the disgust. The message had been clear: agents needed to be sent to Fish-Man Island to investigate a situation of growing interest.
Princess Shirahoshi had agreed to marry a human.
The Government hadn't said it openly, but Sengoku knew it all too well: their obsession with this princess had nothing to do with diplomacy.
As he sat in thought at his desk, his imposing white cape resting on his shoulders and his decorated medallions gleaming under the dim light, a Marine burst into the room in a rush.
Sengoku turned, his long braided beard falling over the chest of his immaculate white uniform.
"What is it now?"
"Fleet Admiral! An urgent report has just arrived from our agents."
The soldier could barely conceal his nervousness. "A human named Tiberion Hanma has appeared on Fish-Man Island. According to the reports, King Neptune has promised his daughter, Princess Shirahoshi, to marry him. The wedding is set to take place in a matter of days."
Sengoku frowned, but the soldier hadn't finished.
"Additionally… two squadrons from Whitebeard's crew arrived on the island before we did. They attempted to confront this Tiberion Hanma. As a result, Captain Namur is dead. Captain Jozu has returned missing an arm. There were dozens of seriously wounded among their men."
The office fell into silence.
Sengoku closed his eyes. He inhaled slowly, and as he exhaled, the tension in the room vanished like a gunshot without powder.
"…One of Whitebeard's commanders dead, and another mutilated," he said in a low voice. "He's not going to let this go."
He knew what that meant. Newgate wasn't just an emperor. He was a father.
Someone who protected his own with teeth, fists, and quakes.
"A storm is coming…" he murmured, walking toward the window.
From that height, he could see the dock filled with warships. But deep down, he knew that this time, the Marines wouldn't be leading the front.
And yet…
"Hmph…" he grunted. "With a bit of luck, maybe we'll be the ones to reap the rewards without lifting a finger."
A conflict between an unknown monster and Whitebeard's fleet could crack the current balance of power.
And he wasn't going to miss that opportunity.
With resolve, he turned to his communications officer.
"Send an immediate order. I want Vice Admiral Momousagi and Vice Admiral Chaton ready to set sail."
"In secret, sir?"
"Yes. Let them travel under covert identity. They are not to interfere… not yet. Just observe, assess, and act if an opportunity arises. Both of them are sharp enough to infiltrate without making waves."
…
Sabaody Archipelago
A massive marine resin bubble enveloped the Marine warship, camouflaging its structure with a professional coating. On deck, workers were finishing the final adjustments, while two figures in white Marine capes stood silently, watching the sea.
Gion, also known as "Momousagi," stood with her arms crossed, her silhouette outlined against the sunset sky.
Her pink uniform clung to her like a second skin. The deep neckline barely contained the weight of her breasts, and the fabric hugged every curve of her torso boldly. Her long, shapely legs were exposed from mid-thigh down, with a tattoo of a spider drawn on one of them that inevitably drew the eye toward her inner thighs.
At her side, Tokikake—better known by his alias "Chaton"—watched with a shameless grin and narrowed eyes, clearly more focused on his companion than the ship.
His appearance was unusual: short and stocky. He wore his brown hat tightly fitted over his head, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his light brown pants.
"I'm quite curious," Gion remarked. "Who is this Tiberion Hanma that's caused such a stir? Not only did he manage to get King Neptune to offer him Princess Shirahoshi's hand… he also brought down one of Whitebeard's division commanders."
"Besides…" she continued, narrowing her eyes in slight disbelief, "According to the reports, Princess Shirahoshi isn't a normal mermaid. She's gigantic. How does a human plan to marry someone like that? It's not a small difference. It's like pairing a whale shark with a tuna."
Tokikake laughed as he scratched his neck.
"…Maybe it wasn't voluntary. Wouldn't be surprising if this guy acted tyrannically, forcing the king to accept the engagement," he said, still smiling. "If the guy was bold enough to provoke even Whitebeard, who's to say he didn't impose his will through threats?"
Gion lowered her gaze, thoughtful.
"It's not an unreasonable assumption… but what intrigues me most is how he managed to defeat one of Whitebeard's commanders and mutilate another. Those men don't fall easily. We're talking about monsters who've ruled the New World for years."
…
Fish-Man Island
The day of Princess Shirahoshi's wedding was drawing near.
And Ryugu Palace had become a hive of activity.
The king's servants and soldiers moved hurriedly through the halls, decorating every corner for what was shaping up to be the most significant political event in the recent history of Fish-Man Island: the marriage between Princess Shirahoshi and the human, Tiberion Hanma.
Neptune, though still reluctant deep inside, had no choice but to yield. With Whitebeard humiliated and no allies capable of stopping Tiberion, all he could do was proceed with the formalities and try not to stir up more chaos.
And while all that happened on the surface…
Tiberion had far more urgent matters each night.
For the past several days, he had made Shyarly's room his personal cave of lust.
And she… waited for him. Hating him, desiring him, trembling.
Now, with just 41% of Yujiro Hanma's genetic purity, he could no longer go a night without having a woman beneath him. His testosterone levels were scorching, like a furnace that never cooled.
He was already at inhuman levels of aggression, virility, and physical need.
And tonight, he was headed to her again.
But he was late. Neptune had detained him with absurd ceremonial protocols for tomorrow's event. And though he pretended to listen, his mind could only think about having Shyarly under him again—naked, begging, soaked in tears and desire.
As he walked alone through the decorated streets, there was no starlit sky above him.
On Fish-Man Island, the only thing visible overhead was the total darkness of the sea covering them from above.
That's when he felt a presence behind him.
"Come with me."
The voice came from just behind his ear—authoritative, yet sensually alluring.
And then… the scent.
A floral perfume, with a more intense, bodily note. It wasn't just fragrance: it was body, sweat, skin, and saliva.
The kind of scent that triggered an immediate erection in Tiberion before his mind could even register it.
He turned his head. And what he saw made his jaw clench.
A woman was walking ahead of him. Not very tall—perhaps exactly one meter eighty—already several steps ahead. She had long, dark, straight hair, and a completely white cape covering her back… but that wasn't what stood out the most.
It was the way she walked.
With each step, the movement beneath the white cape couldn't hide the brutal size of her hips and ass, swaying as if she knew he was watching.
Every motion was a sin.
The cape clung to her body like it, too, wanted to embrace her. And beneath that fabric, her buttocks stood out like two half-moons of firm, provocative, commanding flesh.
With all these stimuli—and the anticipation—Tiberion smiled.
A hungry smile. Like a wolf smelling blood. And the testosterone coursing through his body spiked.
He was already hard as stone.
He didn't need anything else.
He followed her.
And as he walked behind her, his eyes never left that back that seemed to whisper: "Do it."
She led him to a rarely traveled part of the Sea Forest.
Not destroyed, but isolated.
And then she stopped.
She turned her back to him. Without turning around, she asked:
"Are you Tiberi—?"
But she couldn't finish, because Tiberion lunged.
In a single move, he was in front of her.
"You!"
The woman spun instantly and raised her arms. Her reaction was sharp. She blocked the first strike—but it wasn't enough.
The second blow was a precise attack, straight to the pressure point at the base of her neck.
And she dropped, unconscious.
Tiberion caught her effortlessly. He grabbed her before she could hit the ground. Pulled her close to his chest, observing her face.
Her beauty was intense, her proud expression still lingering—even in unconsciousness.
But there was something unique about her: a mole on the right side of her face, just below her full lips.
Already mastering all martial arts of the world,
He knew every critical point of the human body inside and out. And once he struck the sleep point, it was nearly impossible for anyone to wake up in less than several hours.
"Hmph. You come to seduce me… Then you should know that this kind of move can be very dangerous."
Vice Admiral Gion.
She was the one who came alone… so he couldn't blame himself for being bold.
Yujiro, in a battle fought in a borderland of the world, had even violated an enemy without the slightest remorse.
And now, with a beautiful woman who had willingly presented herself…
As long as she matched his taste, as long as she stirred his interest, he had no intention of letting her go.
That… was the true Yujiro Hanma.
Tiberion carried her in his arms back to the Mermaid Café.
The staff had already gone to rest.
Shyarly, as she had on previous nights, had bathed and laid down naked on the bed, covered only by a white sheet that outlined every curve of her voluptuous body.
She could no longer help but wait for him. She needed him. She longed for him.
But in that moment, seeing him return with another woman in his arms, Shyarly froze. Her eyes opened wide, and she couldn't stop herself from asking in a trembling voice:
"W-Who is she…?"
Tiberion didn't explain anything. He simply gave her a gentle look and said:
"You've been with me many nights. And I know you've reached your limit. Tonight… rest well."
And without giving her a chance to respond, he entered an empty room and closed the door.
Shyarly stood in front of the door for a long, long time.
She wanted to tell him that she could still go on… that she could still please him…
But she didn't say it. She didn't even get the chance to try.
She couldn't stop thinking about the woman he had carried in his arms—so beautiful… she looked like something out of a dream.
"Ah… I want to stop him, but I don't have the strength to do it. What does it matter… If he's happy, then so be it…"
With a sigh from the depths of her heart, she rested her head on the pillow, overwhelmed by a mixture of sadness, helplessness, and acceptance.
And even so… despite it all… she felt like she loved him even more.
…
*Smack* *Smack* *Smack*
He started to penetrate her tight cunt once again, enjoying how she, despite being unconscious and it being her first time, thrust her hips back to receive his thrusts, while applause echoed throughout the room.
Gion, completely naked and unconscious, was sprawled out on a gigantic bed with red sheets drenched in moisture, while Tiberion held her neck, burying her face into the pillows.
*Smack*
And his other hand forcefully struck Gion's fleshy buttocks.
"M-Mmmnnnhhh~"
A long, broken moan escaped from her. Even though she was unconscious, her body would obviously react if a fucking baseball bat were shoved into her insides.
*Smack* *Smack* *Smack*
The sound of flesh hitting flesh continued to resonate, enjoying how her small uterus contracted around his glans and how the rest of her vagina massaged his member as he penetrated her.
It was an intoxicating sensation; why fucking someone so insensitive was special. An example of this was that he had already cum more than ten times inside her.
And he was going for the eleventh.
Tired of the position and without separating from her, he quickly flipped her over, leaving in view some cheerful and beautiful balls of meat that only made his penis even harder inside her.
*Smack* *Smack*
"~Slurrrp~Slurrrp~Slurrrp~" Immobilizing her legs and arms with his own, he continued penetrating her cunt while bending over her and sucking on her nipples, alternating between both and covering them in saliva.
"Mmmnnnhhh~"
The visual stimulus was just as good as the physical stimulation, seeing her unconscious face while she moaned involuntarily, how her lower lips clung to him. It was like a drug, and he couldn't help but imagine Shirahoshi in the same position, but he pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the tight woman who was coming crazy on top of him.
"B-Bastard~...H-Hanma~..." She murmured softly, moaning at a particularly deep thrust.
!
He stopped for a moment before penetrating her to the hilt, with his balls touching her virgin anus, making Gion continue moaning and murmuring.
It seemed like she knew him...but it didn't matter. It would be strange if the navy didn't know him after the scandal he caused.
…
Midnight.
Gion suddenly opened her eyes. She immediately noticed that something was wrong.
She was naked...
Her pupils looked up at a wooden ceiling, confused. She also felt that the sheets covering her were damp and emitted a very strong smell.
Not a disgusting smell, but not pleasant either, yet it tickled her nostrils upon entering.
As she slowly turned her head...
She saw an absurdly muscular and well-defined man sleeping next to her.
So tall...so strong...so incredibly handsome...
Boom
She felt as if lightning had split her in two.
For the first time in her life, she felt a genuine fear.
Trembling, she lifted the sheet slightly...
And what she saw almost made her lose consciousness again.
She was completely shattered.
Her stomach was swollen.
Blood and a thick white liquid continued to flow from her vagina.
!
Suddenly, she remembered everything...
She had only wanted to speak with Tiberion Hanma, propose an alliance, gauge his intentions...but he acted before she could even finish a sentence. She barely resisted a single attack before falling unconscious.
"¡UAAAGH!"
Gion couldn't take it. The contained blood exploded in her throat and she spat it out abruptly.
With eyes as red as embers, she turned towards Tiberion, who was still sleeping peacefully beside her, with no remorse whatsoever.
She clenched her fists, her entire body trembling, and erupted:
"DISGUSTING ANIMAL...I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
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