10 Years Later
A decade unfurled its wings, bearing witness to the relentless pursuit of power and skill by Doflamingo under the tutelage of Nusjuro.
With each passing year, Doflamingo delved deeper into the esoteric arts of Haki, honing his senses and mastering the invisible energies that coursed through his veins. Under Nusjuro's guidance, he learned to harness the primal force of Conqueror's Haki, commanding the wills of others with a mere glance and asserting his dominance over all who dared to challenge him.
Simultaneously, his prowess as a swordsman reached new heights, his every movement a symphony of deadly precision and calculated grace. With each swing of his blade, he carved through the air with the finesse of a maestro, his mastery over the art of the sword matched only by the indomitable spirit that burned within him.
And as the years slipped by, leaving trails of sweat and determination in their wake, Doflamingo emerged from the crucible of training, forged anew as a paragon of strength and skill. With Nusjuro's teachings etched into his very being, he stood poised on the precipice of greatness, ready to seize his destiny with hands that knew only the language of victory.
In the midst of their intense sparring, Doflamingo and Nusjuro clashed with a ferocity that echoed across the battlefield. Their blades danced in a symphony of steel, each strike infused with the full force of their honed skills and indomitable will.
As their swords finally met in a thunderous clash, time seemed to stand still, the very air crackling with the intensity of their confrontation. A surge of Haki radiated from their clash, enveloping their surroundings in an ethereal aura as the sheer power of their duel threatened to rend the fabric of reality itself.
With a shared understanding born of years of training and camaraderie, Nusjuro and Doflamingo halted their assault, their gazes locking in a silent acknowledgment of mutual respect. "Let's stop now," Nusjuro declared, his voice carrying the weight of a master imparting his final wisdom. "I have taught you all that I can."
Doflamingo bowed deeply, his expression a mixture of gratitude and reverence. "Thank you for your decades of guidance, Teacher Nusjuro," he replied, his voice tinged with sincerity.
With a shared smile, the two warriors sheathed their swords and turned to depart, their journey together reaching its conclusion as they returned to their respective castles, their paths forever intertwined by the bonds forged in the crucible of battle and training.
In the hallowed halls of the Five Elders, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation as Saturn, the eldest among them, broached the topic of the recent battle with Nusjuro.
"So, how was the battle, Nusjuro?" Saturn inquired, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of wisdom.
Nusjuro, his expression grave yet tinged with a hint of admiration, spoke with measured respect. "That boy has grown formidable," he began, his words echoing through the chamber with a sense of solemnity. "He has become strong—stronger than I anticipated. Even I found myself pushed to my limits to stand equal with him."
Saturn's brow furrowed in contemplation as he absorbed Nusjuro's assessment. "And yet," he mused, "you believe he still holds back? That he has yet to unleash the full extent of his power?"
Nusjuro nodded solemnly. "Indeed," he affirmed, his gaze unwavering. "He possesses a strength that rivals even that of Rocks at his prime. If he were to unleash his full potential, I fear there are few who could stand against him."
As the weight of Nusjuro's words settled upon the assembly, a palpable sense of unease lingered in the air. For in the heart of the Five Elders, the specter of Doflamingo's growing power loomed large, casting a shadow of uncertainty over the future of the world.
The transformation of the Donquixote property was nothing short of breathtaking. Where once stood scattered estates, now rose a singular marvel—a colossal castle that loomed proudly at the heart of Mary Geoise.
Surrounding the majestic edifice sprawled a veritable paradise, a testament to the opulence and grandeur of the Donquixote legacy. Lush parks adorned with vibrant flowers offered a sanctuary of serenity, their beauty a stark contrast to the austere halls of power that surrounded them.
Tranquil hot springs bubbled invitingly, their soothing waters a refuge for weary souls seeking solace from the rigors of the world. Sparkling swimming pools glimmered in the sunlight, their azure depths beckoning with promises of leisure and recreation.
Every corner of the estate bore the mark of meticulous design and unparalleled luxury, a testament to the vision and ambition of its master. From the meticulously manicured gardens to the sprawling grounds that stretched into the horizon, the Donquixote castle stood as a beacon of splendor and prestige, a jewel in the crown of Mary Geoise.
As Doffy stepped into his house, enveloped in darkness, he was greeted by the sudden appearance of four familiar figures: Lily, Fubuki, Luna, and his beloved mother, Matriarch. Their voices rang out in unison, a chorus of celebration as they showered him with birthday wishes.
With a flicker of light, the room illuminated, revealing a scene of warmth and camaraderie. Doffy's smile widened as he beheld the sight before him, the flickering candles casting dancing shadows across their faces.
With a playful gleam in his eye, Doffy leaned forward to extinguish the candles atop his cake, a silent vow to embrace the year ahead with determination and purpose. Taking a slice of the delectable confection in hand, he offered it to each of the ladies in turn, their laughter mingling with the sweetness of the moment.
Amidst the laughter and joy, the strains of "Happy Birthday" filled the air, a melodic tribute to the passage of time and the bonds that endured. As they savored the taste of cake and shared in the warmth of companionship, Doffy couldn't help but marvel at the beauty and grace of his companions, their presence a testament to the passage of years and the blossoming of maturity.
Doffy's lips met those of Lily, Fubuki, Luna, and Matriarch in a passionate embrace, each kiss a testament to the bonds they shared and the desires that burned within. Tongues entwined in a dance of fiery passion, igniting flames of longing and fervor.
"Thank you," Doffy whispered, his voice a husky murmur laden with unspoken promises and hidden desires. In that moment, he reveled in the power he wielded, the control he exerted over both hearts and minds. For he knew that his gift from the system, bestowed upon him five years ago, had granted him dominion over Matriarch's will, bending her to his every whim.
As their lips parted, a silent understanding passed between them, a pact sealed in the heat of their shared passion.
[Ding....]
[- Ancient Giant Bloodline]
With the arrival of a new gift from the system, Doffy felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins, invigorating him with newfound strength and vitality. "Finally, a good gift," he remarked, his voice tinged with satisfaction and anticipation.
As Doffy embraced Lily, Fubuki, Luna, and Matriarch, he guided them gently to the bed, their movements synchronized in a dance of desire and longing. With practiced ease, their clothes fell away, discarded remnants of modesty cast aside in favor of raw passion and unbridled lust.
As Doffy approached Fubuki, her resemblance to the famous character from One Punch Man struck him with a surge of excitement. Straddling her, he surrendered to the primal urge coursing through him, his movements a testament to the raw intensity of their desire.
With each thrust, their connection deepened, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they surrendered to the ecstasy of their union. And as he released his essence, their passion reached a crescendo, their moans mingling in the air as they became lost in the heat of the moment.
Drawing her close, he kissed her with a hunger born of longing, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he savored the sweet taste of her skin. And as their bodies entwined in a frenzy of desire, they knew that this moment would be etched in their memories forever.
As Doffy approached Luna, he was captivated by her mature allure, her voluptuous curves drawing him in like a moth to a flame. With a hunger bordering on desperation, he immersed himself in her, their bodies merging in a passionate embrace.
Their kisses were fervent, fueled by a primal desire that transcended mere physicality. With each touch, they sought to ignite the fire burning within them, their hands exploring every inch of flesh with a reverence bordering on worship.
And then, as Doffy lifted Luna into his arms, her words carried a hint of vulnerability, a plea for understanding amidst the storm of passion. "Oh my god, honey," Luna gasped, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. "It's so embarrassing, honey, wait, I need to pee."
But Doffy was lost in the throes of desire, his need consuming him as he drove himself deeper into her, heedless of anything but the ecstasy of the moment.
As Luna's body responded to his relentless onslaught, her words were lost in a symphony of moans and gasps. And as they surrendered to the primal rhythm of their union.
In the dimly lit chamber, Matriarch's lips met Doffy's with a hunger born of familiarity and desire. As their kiss lingered, Doffy's voice, tinged with anticipation, broke the silence. "Looks like it's going to be a long night."
The girls, their bodies still tingling with the remnants of pleasure, eagerly awaited Doffy's next move. With mouths agape, tongues protruding in invitation, they beckoned him closer, craving his touch.
With a primal growl, Doffy obliged, his movements guided by instinct and desire. As he thrust himself into their waiting mouths, releasing the essence of his passion, they drank him in, their tongues dancing in a sensual embrace.
In that moment of raw intimacy, time seemed to stand still, the boundaries between pleasure and pain blurring into a symphony of ecstasy.
In the flickering candlelight, a tower of intertwined bodies formed, each girl stacked upon the other as Doffy continued his relentless assault. With each thrust, their bodies quivered with pleasure and pain, their moans blending into a symphony of ecstasy.
Meanwhile, the other three girls found solace in each other's embrace, their hands and tongues exploring every curve and crevice with a hunger born of desire. As they pleasured each other, their moans mingled with those of their companions, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere of the room.
But even as the pleasure reached its peak, the girls' bodies could take no more. Exhausted and spent, they collapsed onto Doffy's body, their sweat-slicked skin pressing against his own as they sought comfort in his embrace. And yet, even in their fatigue, their lips sought his, their kisses a silent testament to the passion that still burned within them.