Hancock snuggled into Stussy’s embrace and slowly closed her eyes, letting her body relax.
She could feel the slight tremor in Stussy’s breath as she spoke, the faint shudders that occasionally rippled through her body, and even the warmth of a liquid slowly trickling down Stussy’s inner thigh to drip onto her own calf.
But she ignored it all, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
In her mind, these reactions were what Stussy had to endure while serving Lord Saint Dio.
They were proofs of loyalty, medals of devotion.
If the day ever came for her to take her place, she would have to endure it all just as Stussy did, with calm acceptance.
Stussy looked down at the black-haired girl in her arms, who was gradually relaxing, and a satisfied smile curved her lips.
For the past month, she and Saint Dio had abandoned the three sisters on this perilous deserted island, forcing them to fight day and night against beasts far more powerful than themselves.
Every day was a cycle of being covered in wounds, every day a dance on the edge of life and death.
Their strength had indeed improved by leaps and bounds, for real combat was always the fastest way to grow.
Yet, the physical and mental exhaustion from the day-after-day slaughter also accumulated, snowballing larger and larger.
In such a desperate situation, Saint Dio and Stussy had become their only reliance.
Whenever they dragged their scarred bodies back to camp, they would always find the white-haired youth sitting by the campfire, with food and medicine prepared by Stussy.
In this isolated and helpless environment, they had no choice but to depend on these two.
And this dependence, under Stussy’s carefully designed words and care, was gradually transforming into trust, and even worship.
Winning their hearts was only a matter of time.
Stussy thought this as she slightly adjusted her posture.
Her hands reached back to grasp her own full buttocks, her fingers sinking deep into the supple flesh as she pulled them apart, fully exposing herself to Saint Dio.
At the same time, the movements of her waist became more wild, more profound.
Saint Dio felt a sudden, tight embrace, as if a giant python were constricting him, the layers of pressure surging in from all sides.
He opened his eyes slightly, watching the fine beads of sweat on Stussy’s smooth, beautiful back glisten in the sunlight.
He spoke calmly, “It seems your technique has improved again.” Stussy didn’t answer—or rather, she no longer had the strength to.
She simply accelerated her movements even more frantically.
Saint Dio stopped holding back.
Under the rhythmic tightening and contraction of Stussy’s professionally trained muscles, he simply opened the floodgates and poured everything he had into her without restraint.
Stussy’s body snapped taut.
She threw her head back, letting out a long, blissful moan.
Her waist spasmed violently a few times before she went limp, collapsing against Saint Dio’s chest and panting heavily.
The violent tremors and sudden tension in Stussy’s body jolted Hancock, who was snuggling in her embrace, awake.
She opened her eyes to see Stussy lying limp on Saint Dio’s chest.
But for Hancock, this was no longer a fresh or shocking sight.
For the past month, Saint Dio and Stussy had never hidden their intimacy from the three sisters.
Whether by the camp’s bonfire, in the early morning light, or in the evening when they returned with weary bodies, those two could be entangled at any time and place, as if this were a daily routine more natural than eating or drinking.
Although Hancock had never seen such behavior among humans, as an islander who grew up on Amazon Lily, she was no stranger to the concept of “mating.” After all, everyone on the island of the Kuja had their own battle companion—a snake.
She had seen the mating behavior of those massive pythons and vipers during their mating season countless times since childhood.
The mating of snakes often lasted for several hours, and some larger species would even entwine for an entire day.
Therefore, when Hancock saw Saint Dio spending an entire day on this matter, she did not have any strange thoughts at all.
Instead, she felt it was only natural, even secretly sighing in her heart: So humans and snakes are actually quite similar in this regard.
Stussy slowly slid off Saint Dio’s body, her snow-white form covered in sweat and cloudy fluid.
She glanced down at Saint Dio, whose towering pillar remained hard and erect, coated in sticky liquid.
Stussy walked barefoot to the back of Hancock, who was still lying on the ground in a daze, and gently placed her hands on her slender shoulders.
The warm palms slowly rubbed across Hancock’s smooth back, and wherever they passed, her body trembled slightly.
“Little Hancock…” Stussy whispered in her ear, her voice tingling to the bone, “Come, show Saint Dio your submission.” Those hands continued to slide down, stopping at the frog buttons of Hancock’s qipao.
Slender fingers nimbly picked open the buttons one by one.
With a few soft “click, click” sounds, the form-fitting qipao slid off her smooth skin and fell to the ground.
Hancock’s body was completely exposed to the afternoon sun.
Her figure was completely different from Stussy’s mature and voluptuous fleshiness.
It was a kind of athletic beauty between a young girl and a woman.
Her waist was so slender it seemed as if it could be broken with a single grasp, and her flat abdomen was firm and powerful, without a trace of excess fat.
Her two long, straight legs were as white as ivory, without a single stray hair.
Under Stussy’s guidance, Hancock knelt before Saint Dio, her legs weak.
The massive member, radiating a raw masculine scent, was now inches away.
Hancock’s breath quickened, her chest heaving violently.
Her mind involuntarily replayed the sight of Stussy’s intoxicatedly pleased expression, as well as the words Stussy had constantly drilled into her.
She parted her cherry-red lips slightly, revealing the tip of her tongue.
A voice deep within her screamed: If I lower my head, if I submit beneath his crotch, there’s no going back.
The carefree girl I once was on Amazon Lily will be completely dead.
“If you just accept it, you’ll receive Saint Dio’s favor, you know~” Stussy fanned the flames from behind, wrapping her arms around Hancock’s waist and resting her chin on her shoulder, softly blowing air into her ear.
Favor…
Hancock’s mind went blank.
Fear, shame, exhaustion, and a desperate longing for security all mingled in this moment, finally breaking down her defenses.
Dazed and confused, she could only follow her instincts and Stussy’s guidance, leaning her head forward.
As she drew closer, a wave of warmth washed over her, carrying the potent scent of masculine pheromones.
So powerful…
She instinctively tucked a stray lock of black hair behind her ear, then lowered her head, tentatively taking the head into her mouth.
“Mmh…” Her tongue gave a light lick, and a strange taste flooded her mouth.
Her instincts screamed at her to reject it, but the member in her mouth throbbed violently at the slightest touch.
Hancock froze for a moment, then, as if receiving a signal, began to clumsily mimic Stussy’s movements.
She opened her mouth wider, trying to take it deeper.
Even as it pushed against her throat, making her gag and forcing tears from her eyes, she did not stop.
Standing behind her, Stussy watched the scene, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.
She knew Hancock was gone now.
Once you tasted Saint Dio, once you experienced this bone-deep intimacy, you would fall completely.
From now on, she would be just like Stussy—a willing servant at his feet.