Chapter 18: The Dragon Maid

If it weren’t for the fact that the Kuja Pirates never accepted outsiders, and considering the relatively small population of Amazon Lily itself, the number of Kuja female warriors trained would be limited, yet the expansion speed of the Kuja Pirates would be even faster.

After a long-awaited reunion and some heartfelt conversation, even with the Pirate Empress’s formidable physical constitution, she couldn’t endure Borulsalino’s relentless teasing. Her delicate form, pressed closely against his, soon slipped into a deep sleep.

Fully satisfied, Borulsalino breathed in the intoxicating fragrance and immediately felt a stirring within.

“Ah, if only little Nami were here…” Borulsalino thought greedily but hesitated to wake Hancock.

Deciding to pass the time, he connected to the interdimensional chat group in his mind.

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【Kobayashi: @everyone! There’s a dragon outside my house! What should I do?!】

【Ai Haibara: Huh? What the heck?】

【Jotaro Kujo: …Need help?】

【Random passerby who wants to cling to Luo Feng’s leg: So jealous… Just a friendly reminder, try to recall what you did last night.】

【Kobayashi: Are you talking about me? Last night? Let me think… Last night I got drunk and then… Aaaahhh!】

【Random passerby who wants to cling to Luo Feng’s leg: Looks like you remembered. Sigh, some people have worked hard for over ten years and remain weaklings, while others just step outside and pick up dragon maids. It’s so unfair.】

【Borulsalino: Eh, Kobayashi-san’s dragon maid came knocking? @Jotaro Kujo, how have you been lately?】

【Random passerby who wants to cling to Luo Feng’s leg: Yellow Monkey-sama is here too. By the way, can your world extract chakra?】

【Jotaro Kujo: Quite well, thanks for asking, Mr. Borulsalino.】

【Borulsalino: No problem. Extracting chakra is quite simple — it’s just the combination of spiritual and physical energy. I suppose Jotaro-san’s world could do it too… @Orochimaru, I’ve got the Devil Fruits. Both are superhuman types, no problem, right?】

【Orochimaru: That’s fine, superhuman types are preferable.】

【Ai Haibara: @Kobayashi, how’s the situation now? If it gets dangerous, remember to call for help.】

【Orochimaru: Heh, I happen to be free. Afterwards, I just want some samples of dragon flesh and blood.】

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【Random passerby who wants to cling to Luo Feng’s leg: Ah… Big Brother Orochimaru, please don’t be reckless. Kobayashi’s dragon maid is incredibly powerful, not to be trifled with…】

【Orochimaru: That does sound promising.】

【Borulsalino: If you need help, I’m also available.】

【Kobayashi: Uh, no need for now… Although it might sound strange, I have already agreed to let Thor stay as my maid…】

【Random passerby who wants to cling to Luo Feng’s leg: Jealous, envious, and resentful! I want a dragon maid toooooo!】

【Ai Haibara: A dragon maid? If she doesn’t breathe fire everywhere, that actually sounds nice.】

【Borulsalino: @Random passerby who wants to cling to Luo Feng’s leg, I can’t help with maids, but if you want a dragon, how about a thousand-year dragon? I recall there are quite a few in the East Blue.】

【Orochimaru: Thousand-year… dragon? A dragon that lives a thousand years?】

【Borulsalino: Not sure, I only know the name “Thousand-Year Dragon.” Whether it really lives that long, no one knows.】

【Orochimaru: Understood. If possible, I’d like some samples of blood and flesh from a thousand-year dragon. Live specimens would be even better.】

【Random passerby who wants to cling to Luo Feng’s leg: Thanks, Yellow Monkey-sama, but no thanks. What I want is a maid… By the way, Big Brother Orochimaru, please don’t harm the thousand-year dragons. They’re endangered, you know. Yellow Monkey-sama’s world has other immortality-related goodies, right?】

【Orochimaru: Heh… You sure know a lot. I’m becoming more interested in you, passerby.】

【Borulsalino: As for maids, I really have none, but there might be female warriors.】

【Random passerby who wants to cling to Luo Feng’s leg: Sorry, I was wrong! Please do not be interested in me!】

After chatting with these silly online friends for a while, Borulsalino suddenly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Hancock’s stunningly beautiful face and her intoxicated gaze.

“Lord Borulsalino…” Hancock was straddling him, her pure white body laid bare from his perspective. Although Borulsalino’s will was strong, his heartbeat instinctively quickened.

Sensing Borulsalino’s burning gaze, Hancock deliberately straightened her waist. That momentary tightness nearly overwhelmed the battle-hardened Borulsalino.

“Still calling me ‘Lord’?” he asked, trying not to lose face as he sat up slightly.

Amid Hancock’s gasp, he pulled her into his embrace, gently holding her smooth, jade-like jaw and smiling softly.

“My dear…”

Hancock breathed out sweetly, wrapping her fair arms around Borulsalino’s neck, igniting an animalistic passion in him.

Amid her exclamations, another round of indescribable fervent battle ensued.

The next morning, as sunlight streamed through the curtains, Hancock awoke from a beautiful dream, her whole body aching yet filled with an unusual sense of satisfaction.

Her nearly translucent, alabaster form shone beautifully under the sunlight, but sadly, the only person who could truly appreciate this sight was not here.

Atop Kuja Island stood the emperor’s exclusive palace. The balcony outside it offered the best view on the island—in every sense.

“Hmm, such a domineering figure, but the face is just so-so… Oh! What a huge… head. How does such a big head sleep at night?”

Wearing only beach shorts, Borulsalino held a telescope, occasionally commenting on the passing Kuja female warriors within his lens.

But even if little Nami were to visit, Borulsalino could openly claim he wasn’t slacking off.

He was just casually fishing while sunbathing and growing stronger… Any rumors about him being a lazy admiral were simply slander!

‘Brr-brr, brr-brr…’

A familiar sound rang out.

Hancock’s sister, Marigold, hurried over clutching a den-den mushi.

Clearly, this den-den mushi was Borulsalino’s personal device. Why it was on Kuja Island was a question worthy of deep thought.

“Hello, this is the Navy’s most handsome Admiral Borulsalino,” he said leisurely as he picked up the den-den mushi.

The person on the other end was momentarily stunned by this shameless introduction, and after a long pause finally spoke.

“This is Sengoku. Has the operation to summon the Seven Warlords begun?”

Marshal Sengoku’s voice sounded urgent. Even a strategist of his caliber felt some anxiety when facing a formidable enemy like the Whitebeard Pirates.