The real treasure isn't gold or fame—it's watching Mihawk's composure finally break. We've been sparring all afternoon, and now she's bent over the railing of her own ship, my fingers digging into her hips as I take her from behind. The world's greatest swordsman reduced to begging for my cock, her perfect ass slamming back against me with every thrust. She tried to maintain that stoic facade until the very end, but when I slid my hand around to rub her clit, she came so hard she nearly took us both overboard. Now she's on her knees, that legendary pride gone as she cleans my pussy with her tongue while Hancock and Yamato watch—both furious they weren't chosen first today. Even the Pirate King needs to put a goddess in her place sometimes.