Hancock Is So Hot, Why Is It Cold Tonight? - 1 (R18)

"That's it..." Kizaru told him exactly what happened during the day.

Extremely subjective, slightly objective.

The focus is on expressing the deep pain of being in prison during meals, as well as Kizaru's own extreme mutual feelings.

And asked if he could leave midway.

He wanted to give up the mission.

Sengoku's head was pounding and his blood pressure was rising.

"Just because of this little thing, you called me at two o'clock in the middle of the night?" Sengoku asked.

"Marshal, how can this be a trivial matter?" Kizaru cried bitterly.

"Nonsense, it's just an ordinary meal. With your shamelessness, you still care about a little embarrassing atmosphere?" Sengoku didn't believe it at all and sneered: "Usually when you are caught fishing for money at work, you don't change your face at all!"

Kizaru "..."

Although what you said was true, it hurt a lot of people.

"But Marshal, I really don't want to deal with the Celestial Dragons." Kizaru sighed and asked, "Can this mission be aborted?"

"no!"

"Why?" Kizaru raised his eyebrows and asked: "Although He is a Celestial Dragon, He is not a Celestial Dragon that controls power or strength. Saint Lakeman actually has no status."

Sengoku was silent for a few seconds after hearing this.

He slowly expressed his and Vice Admiral's speculations: "I think Saint Lakeman is just a pawn. The real purpose is that the World Government wants to win over you."

"!?" Kizaru was shocked and looked horrified.

He stood up suddenly, his face becoming extremely serious.

Thousands of thoughts appeared in my mind.

"Coaxing?"

Kizaru muttered to himself, his expression fluctuating.

Anyone who reaches the position of Vice Admiral in this department is not an idiot.

Not to mention that Kizaru is still an Admiral candidate and already has considerable vision, able to clearly see the conflict between Marine and World government.

One side pursues justice and protects the people.

The other side just wants to use the Marine as a tool to maintain its own rule.

This is an irreconcilable contradiction.

Kizaru instantly understood what Sengoku meant.

"So, you can't leave." Sengoku's deep voice came from the phone bug.

Kizaru was silent.

After a long while, he let out a sigh and replied, "I understand."

"Thank you for your hard work, Porusalino." Sengoku said.

"Haha, it's just work." Kizaru laughed nonchalantly, "I won't disturb your rest. Good night, Your Excellency Marshal."

"Well, you should also go to bed early."

The phone bug hangs up.

in the room.

Kizaru paced back and forth, his expression changing.

He did not expect that before he became an Admiral, he would be involved in the game between Marine and World Government.

"It seems we have to take a stand in advance."

Kizaru thought for a long time, showed a helpless expression, and said to himself: "If you don't take a clear stand, I'm afraid I won't be promoted to Admiral."

At this point, he paused.

Suddenly he laughed and said: "I really underestimated this young master of Celestial Dragons. He clearly came with a mission, but he could remain calm and didn't arouse the slightest suspicion in me."

"If it hadn't been for the marshal's revelation, I might have kept it in the dark."

"What an amazing disguise, Lakeman Saint."

Kizaru touched his chin with an admiring expression.

He decided to change his approach and treat the Celestial Dragons master with a more serious attitude starting tomorrow.

…

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the other side.

While kneeling, there was defiance in there.

Her eyelashes, her nose, her long legs, and voluptuous curves, everything about her was perfect. Everything about her rippled with an indomitable spirit that was collapsing at a fast pace.

Seeing Lakeman stand so close to her, defiance, dread, and lust intermingled within her obsidian eyes.

But when his rod rose to attention and tore an opening through his pants with its massive girth and sinful nature. that made it look captivating , lust began suppressing the rest.

She tried to resist the enticement, but it was growing by the second, and her pussy had already turned into a greedy fountain.

Although she wanted to seize it and shove it down her pussy, Lakeman's overpowering presence controlled even her most carnal desires. If he didn't call for her, she could only stare, and in silence crave him.

"What are you?"

"your loyal slave"

She initially didn't want to answer, but as she stared at his golden eyes, all resistance faded in the oblivion. The compulsion she provoked was too strong. She had to obey! And unbeknown to her, she was rubbing her inner thighs from expectation.

Lakeman's hand pulled upward, lifting Hancock from the ground and pulling her toward him.

She stood on the ground with her breasts pressed against his chest, his scalding shaft on her leg, and her craving eyes peering into his compelling gaze.

Her heart spiraled out of control, beating at an alarming rate, and causing her breathing to grow more pronounced.

Her cheeks were flushed by an incarnadine red. Lakeman's disguise fell, revealing his Adonis figure to Hancock . And if his gaze was previously compelling, it was now irresistible.

"What should I do with you?"

Hearing that sultry voice snake into her ears, Hancock's last bastion of defense crumbled.

"P…punish me."

She whispered.

"I didn't hear you."

"Punish me."

"Louder."

"Punish me!"

Every time she answered, her juice dripped stronger, her body burned harder, and her breathing grew more ragged with a sense of freedom flooding her mind.

The thought that he was her savior, that his rod would free her of all her shackles was quickly being imprinted within her mind.

"Spread your legs."

She obeyed, revealing the wet mess her pussy had become.

"That eagerness?"

Lakeman's lips curled into a devilish smile, and he grabbed her pussy within his left hand. First caressing it from bottom to top, then inserting his index.

"Mhm!"

She moaned, feeling a jolt of electricity spreading through her body. Lakeman's index poked around, teasing and pleasuring her in ways she didn't know existed, then he inserted his middle finger, and increased the pace.

"Ohhh!"

Her moaning intensified, and she became more active, bringing his hand deeper into her fold, and practically fucking herself on it. But then he stopped, pulled his hand out of her, and patted her cheek with his drenched palm.

"What is it that you want? Tell me."

Desperation overtook her gaze which went back and forth between Lakeman's eyes and the scalding shaft that pressed her leg.

"I want you to…fuck me!"

"Louder!"

Commanded Lakeman while lifting her right leg.

"I want you to fuck me! To make a mess of my insides, to paint my walls white with your sperm, to mark every inch of my body with your cock!"

She roared!

And Lakeman obliged, driving his cock into her pussy with one clean stroke.

"Aaaaah!"

She bit her lower lip, but as expected, her pussy greedily sucked him in. while Lakeman raised her left leg and held her in suspension by her firm buttocks.

He gave her walls a second to appreciate and adjust around his shaft, then started pounding

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