Stussy, the woman thoroughly conquered by Saint Dio’s “dick education,” was now far beyond what she had been in the original story.
Under Saint Dio’s intervention, she had consumed the far rarer Bat-Bat Fruit, Mythical Zoan: Vampire Model.
This meant she not only retained her original bat abilities but also gained the legendary traits of a vampire.
Compared to the Stussy of the original story, who could only rely on taijutsu, her current strength had already leaped several tiers.
And all of this was thanks to Saint Dio’s unique cheat.
As a transmigrator, his knowledge of Devil Fruits far exceeded anyone else in this world.
He knew all too well that in this world where strength was supreme, Devil Fruits were the best shortcut for ordinary people to quickly join the ranks of the strong.
Therefore, from the moment he arrived in this world, he began consciously collecting all kinds of fruits.
Using his quota of the World Nobles’ “Heavenly Tribute,” through black market channels, and even leveraging the CP0 network, he had accumulated a considerable inventory over the years.
Although the vast majority of his collection consisted of common fruits—too tasteless to enjoy, yet too precious to discard—Saint Dio didn’t mind.
His unique cheat was enough to turn trash into treasure.
He could synthesize multiple Devil Fruits, fusing them into a single, brand-new one.
The Snake-Snake Fruit, Mythical Zoan: Model: World Serpent, which resided within the sword in his hand, was a masterpiece born from multiple such syntheses.
The name of the World Serpent that encircled Midgard was fitting for its power.
And right now— “Mmm…
mmm…” Saint Dio lay flat on his back on the spacious bed in the main cabin’s master bedroom, his white robe thrown open to reveal a well-defined chest.
His breathing was steady, his expression indifferent, as if he were merely taking a casual rest.
But the scene below his waist told a completely different story.
Stussy was buried between his legs, her golden head bobbing up and down with practiced, rhythmic motions.
Her cherry-red lips, usually so eloquent and seductive, were now stretched to their limit, clamped tight into a taut “O” shape.
Her chin was already glistening with moisture.
Transparent saliva, which she couldn’t swallow, trickled from the corners of her mouth, drawn out by the forward and backward motion of her head.
It gathered into a crystal-clear droplet at the tip of her chin before finally trembling and falling into the deep cleavage of her chest.
Her throat bulged visibly at intervals, theesophagus straining against the shape of what it held, yet she only frowned slightly, immediately redoubling her efforts in sucking and swallowing as if savoring some rare delicacy in the world.
One could only say that a vampire’s oral skills were truly remarkable.
Not only was she a first-class bloodsucker; she was a master at sucking “white juice” as well.
Saint Dio kept his eyes slightly closed, savoring the pleasure of being enveloped by wet, hot tightness.
However, his mind had already drifted to another dimension.
He was thinking.
Over the years, he had leveraged his status as a World Noble and the advantage of his cheat ability to accumulate a considerable amount of power and resources.
But most of this power was kept in the open.
His position as a CP0 agent, his privileges as a World Noble, and even the Devil Fruits he had collected were all within the Five Elders’ surveillance.
He needed a hidden force.
A shadow unit completely outside the World Government’s structure, unknown to the Five Elders and even Imu himself.
This force would remain lurking in the shadows, abstaining from any major events related to the main plot.
It would only be deployed at critical moments to execute missions that couldn’t be brought into the open.
Only in this way could he advance his ultimate plan without alerting those old foxes.
Saint Dio’s fingers unconsciously wove into Stussy’s hair, gently stroking her scalp.
The woman beneath him worked even harder at her task because of this small gesture, letting out satisfied gurgles from her throat.
“Mmm…” The seeds of my organization need to be sown.
Saint Dio slightly adjusted his lying position to make Stussy’s service more seamless.
His trip to the Sabaody Archipelago to intercept Boa Hancock and her two sisters was by no means a whim—it was a long-planned move in his shadow game.
His goal was far more ambitious than simply recruiting three women.
He intended to take over the Amazon Lily Kingdom and transform it into his personal territory.
Amazon Lily, nestled deep within the Calm Belt, was naturally isolated from the outside world by the countless Sea King nests that surrounded it.
Ordinary ships couldn’t even get close.
Even the World Government’s massive warships could only watch from a distance in frustration.
Only the Kuja Pirates, with their ship towed by the fierce, venomous sea serpent Yuda, could enter and leave freely without being attacked by the Sea Kings.
This unique isolation made it nearly impossible for the World Government’s tentacles to reach the island.
Even the elite agents of CP0 would find it as difficult as climbing to heaven to infiltrate the island undetected.
For this very reason, the island was the perfect stronghold, practically tailor-made for Saint Dio.
Once he brought Amazon Lily under his control, he would possess a territory completely outside the World Government’s surveillance.
Here, he could build his strength without restraint, never worrying about being detected by the Five Elders.
When the time was right, this hidden force deep in the Calm Belt would become the key piece to overturn the entire chessboard.
Moreover, the Kuja Pirates themselves were an exceptionally handy tool.
Amazon Lily’s land was barren, its resources scarce.
Since ancient times, its people had a tradition of raiding the outside world to survive.
With just a little guidance, this pirate crew—composed entirely of elite female warriors—could be transformed into Saint Dio’s personal black-ops squad.
They would handle the dirty work unsuitable for a World Noble or CP0 agent, and all clues would eventually point back to an isolated Island of Women.
Any pursuers were doomed to return empty-handed.
The Boa sisters would be the leverage he used to pry loose all of Amazon Lily.
Following the original plot, Fisher Tiger would soon scale the Red Line with his bare hands and ignite the flames of liberation in Mary Geoise.
In the chaos that would sweep the Holy Land, Saint Dio would only need to make a few arrangements to orchestrate a seemingly accidental “escape,” releasing the Boa sisters—who would have been thoroughly tamed and devoted to him—back into the open sea.
At that time, thanks to the inertia of the original story, Hancock would still ascend to the throne of the Snake Princess, and her two sisters would become the core fighting force of the nation.
No one would ever know that behind the proud Empress stood a man who controlled every facet of her mind and body.
Saint Dio would use Hancock to remotely control all of Amazon Lily from the shadows.
Without losing a single soldier or raising the suspicions of any major faction, he would claim this natural fortress in the Calm Belt as his own.
At this thought, a slight smile played across Saint Dio’s lips.
Stussy, beneath him, seemed to sense the subtle shift in her Master’s mood.
Mistaking it for her own excellent service, she redoubled her efforts, her throat letting out soft, pleasing whimpers as her golden head bobbed up and down like a rattle.
Saint Dio closed his eyes again, his fingers gently caressing her hair.
Almost…
Stussy felt the familiar pulse thrumming against her tongue.
Understanding perfectly, she took a deep breath and thrust her golden head down hard, her throat working with a deep, guttural swallow.
A scalding torrent erupted into her.
Her throat bobbed several times in quick succession as she took in the astonishing volume, leaving not a single drop to spill.
After a long moment, she slowly raised her head.
A soft plop sounded at her lips, a glistening silver thread of saliva stretching and wobbling in the air before finally snapping.
Stussy extended her tender pink tongue, slowly licking around the corner of her mouth to gather every last trace of the overflowing fluid.
Then, she leaned down, meticulously cleaning him, sparing not even the smallest crevice.
When she finished, she looked up, her lake-blue eyes shimmering with an unsatisfied thirst.
She licked her lips and murmured contentedly, “Master’s taste…
is as delicious as ever.” Saint Dio glanced down at her, then at his own still-erect dragon of a cock.
A single shot was far from enough to completely satisfy him.
With his current physique, even three or five more would hardly be enough to sate his lust.
But the seascape outside the window had already quietly changed.
On the distant horizon, the outlines of giant mangroves gradually grew clear.
Their gnarled prop roots descended into the sea like the fingers of giants.
Sabaody Archipelago.
They had arrived.
Saint Dio frowned slightly, suppressing the heat in his lower abdomen that had yet to fully dissipate.
He tapped Stussy’s head, signaling her to stop.
“Enough.” Stussy looked up, her thirst still unquenched, and licked the remaining glistening residue from the corner of her mouth.
A lingering mist of desire still clouded her lake-blue eyes.
But seeing that Saint Dio had already risen, she obediently stood as well, reaching for the clothes laid out nearby.
Saint Dio took the white coat, threw it on efficiently, cinched the belt, and casually tucked Jormungandr behind his waist.
“Prepare to disembark,” he commanded impassively, his gaze already fixed on the archipelago drawing closer outside the window.
Stussy licked her lips, suppressing the unfulfilled craving in her throat.
She bowed and replied, “Yes, Master.”