There's something intoxicating about power—not just the kind that lets you bend the world to your will, but the kind that makes strong women want to kneel. Today, Enclave Restringo hums with tension thicker than the Grand Line’s mist. Hancock’s pride melts into needy gasps when I pin her against the mast, Robin’s quiet confidence shatters as I trace her scars with my tongue, and Yamato? Fuck, the way she bucks against my grip when I remind her who’s Pirate King… But Hiyori’s the real surprise—her soft hands turn ruthless when she’s had enough of watching. Even Hawkeye’s sharp gaze flickers when Rebecca rides my cock with that innocent smile. Tonight’s not about conquest. It’s about drowning in the heat of women who could kill me—and choose to come instead.