Tensions at Amazon Lily

Suddenly, an alarm cry echoed from the port. Hancock turned sharply, her breasts moving with the sudden change in direction, the fabric of her silk clothing clearly marking her nipples.

At that moment, Enishida burst into the room, her face pale and eyes wide open. "Empress Hancock!" she exclaimed urgently, "Something is approaching the island! It's huge, according to the port observers... they say it's a ship!"

A chill ran down Hancock's spine. A sinister premonition took hold of her, and her eyes rested on Grandma Nyon, who was watching the scene with a disturbing smile on her face.

Without thinking twice, Hancock lunged at Nyon, lifting her into the air. "Old woman!" she screamed in fear, "What have you done?!"

Nyon, suspended in the air, showed no sign of fear. Her eyes gleamed with fanaticism. "I did what I had to, my dear empress," she replied softly. "What was necessary to protect Amazon Lily."

Nyon's words echoed in Hancock's ears like a sinister echo. A mixture of anger and fear, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, took hold of her. Her face contorted in a grimace of fury, and her eyes shone with a dangerous light.

Nyon, despite her apparent serenity, couldn't help but feel a shiver at Hancock's anger. Small drops of sweat beaded her forehead, but she stood firm, looking directly into the eyes of the Empress.

"He will fulfill his promise, Hancock," she said with a trembling but determined voice. "Do you really want to risk the destruction of Amazon Lily?"

The question was the straw that broke the camel's back. With a roar of fury, Hancock threw Nyon against the wall, breaking the masonry with a deafening crash. The old woman flew through the air.

Hancock took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside her. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, and her fists clenched tightly.

"I'm going to see this Hashirama," she said hoarsely, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "And if he has laid a single finger on my island..."

With determined steps, Hancock left the room, her long legs moving gracefully. Her buttocks swayed with each step, attracting the gazes of anyone. Enishida, her face pale, hurriedly followed her, trying to keep pace.

.....

As Hashirama's ship approached Amazon Lily, its colossal size became evident. The island, which once seemed like an isolated paradise in the middle of the ocean, now paled in comparison to the gigantic vessel.

Hashirama's ship was like a floating island, overshadowing the island with its imposing shadow. Its sails, unfurled in all their majesty, seemed to touch the sky, while its hull, sculpted in the shape of a dragon, seemed to look at the island of snakes with disdain.

On the deck of the ship, Hashirama watched the island with a calm gaze. Beside him, King remained silent. Morgans strolled across the deck, a nostalgic look in his eyes.

"It's been a long time since I visited this island," Morgans murmured. "I hope it's still as... interesting as I remember."

Wapol was too busy devouring a huge banquet to pay attention to Morgans' words. His anxiety to finally set foot on the island of women had driven him into a feeding frenzy.

"Mmm... delicious!" exclaimed Wapol, his mouth full of food. "I can't wait to taste the delights of Amazon Lily!"

Vivi, clinging to Hashirama's arm, watched the island with total curiosity. Her body pressed against Hashirama's, afraid he might escape. Hashirama's arm was trapped between her breasts, which moved gently with each breath.

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"Soon we will be on land, my princess," Hashirama said, gently stroking Vivi's head. "You can satisfy your curiosity as soon as we get there."

.....

As Hashirama's gigantic vessel docked on the shores of Amazon Lily, a deathly silence took hold of the warriors guarding the island.

None dared to make a move; some even visibly trembled, gripped by the terror inspired by the figure of the man on the deck.

The newspapers in recent days had spread the horror that was Hashirama, the Ninja God. Even the mere presence of King, the remnant of the Beast Pirates, only heightened the warriors' fear.

"Make way!"

However, a proud voice broke the silence. It was Hancock, the Pirate Empress, making her way through the crowd, followed closely by Enishida.

Upon reaching the shore, Hancock stopped, impressed by the colossal size of the ship. But her astonishment didn't last long. She lifted her head and fixed her gaze on the man who seemed to be the leader, who at that moment was being affectionately embraced by a woman.

A look of disdain crossed Hancock's face.

"Are you Hashirama, the Ninja God?" she asked coldly, not waiting for an answer. "I don't know what deal you made with that old woman, but I'm officially informing you that Amazon Lily does not welcome you. So, please, go back where you came from!"

Hancock's defiant words resonated on the ship's deck, provoking various reactions.

"Insolent!" roared King, his deep voice. "Dare to speak to Lord Hashirama like that, and you'll see your island turn to dust!"

Morgans, in a sarcastic tone, added, "Dear Empress, it seems you have forgotten the basic rules of diplomacy. I suggest you reconsider your attitude before things get... ugly."

Meanwhile, Wapol, oblivious to the tension in the air, was ecstatic. His eyes, turned into hearts, devoured the curves of the Amazon Lily warriors. A thread of blood trickled from his nose, evidence of his overflowing excitement.

"Incredible!" he babbled, trembling with emotion. "I've never seen so many beautiful women together! And that Hancock...! She's a goddess!"

Hancock, unperturbed by King and Morgans' threats, merely smiled arrogantly. Slowly, she arched her back, letting her lush chest swell under the thin silk of her dress. Her hands rested on her hips, accentuating her stunning curves. With a sensual head movement, she tossed her long hair back, revealing her slender neck.

"No matter who I disrespect," she said in a honeyed voice, her eyes shining with seductive challenge. "A beautiful woman like me is always forgiven for everything."

The warriors watching this scene squealed in excitement and thrill.

Awaiting the men's reaction on the ship. However, to their surprise, the only one seemingly affected by her charms was Wapol, who had already turned to stone.

King and Morgans looked at her with evident displeasure, while Vivi averted her gaze, embarrassed by the Empress's brazenness. Hashirama, on the other hand, remained impassive, his face a mask of serenity.

Doubt gripped Hancock for a moment. Had her charms failed? Shaking her head, she decided to make one last attempt.

"You don't have to hide your true feelings," she said with a seductive smile. "I'm very generous."

Forming a heart with her hands, she blew a kiss into the air, using her power to turn them to stone.

But...

Hancock's power-laden kiss faded into the air, leaving behind a deathly silence. It produced no change on the ship.

King, enraged, stepped forward, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword's hilt. However, a gesture from Hashirama stopped him.

Hashirama, with an enigmatic smile on his face, addressed Hancock.

"Is that your ability, current Empress?" he asked, his voice soft but firm. "Tricks like that won't affect me."

Hancock, visibly surprised, stepped back. Incredulity reflected in her eyes.

"You...? What did you do?" she stammered, unable to hide her bewilderment.

Hashirama, with his eyes, which until then had been kind and calm, now gleamed with a fierce intensity.

"Have you had enough?" he asked, his smile widening into a bloody grin.

Hancock tried to articulate a response, but the words stuck in her throat. Suddenly, Hashirama's figure vanished before her eyes.

Before she could react, a dry, thudding sound echoed in the air. A sharp pain seized her right cheek.

Dazed, Hancock touched her face, feeling the warmth of the slap. She looked up, her eyes meeting Hashirama's, who now towered over her with disdain.

"Did... did you hit me?" she asked, her voice trembling with rage and humiliation.

The warriors, witnesses to this brutality, screamed in horror, but none dared intervene. Terror gripped them, paralyzing them.

Hashirama's response was another slap, this time on her left cheek. Consumed by fury, Hancock unconsciously released her Haoshoku Haki, causing the Amazon Lily warriors to collapse around her.

"Bastard!" she screamed, lunging at Hashirama with a kick enveloped in Busoshoku Haki.

But Hashirama was faster. With a fluid movement, he caught Hancock's fist in the air and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off the ground.

"Ac-k…."

"Hancock…" he said in a cold voice, his eyes now red, radiating a monstrous heat as they bore into the Empress's. "Do you want to die?"

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