Unconsciously, a year passed.
Under York's governance, Skypiea underwent tremendous changes. To put it simply, it was an era of unprecedented prosperity. The Shandians and Skypieans worked together, agricultural output soared, and the new laws brought stability.
Dragon witnessed all of this firsthand. While inwardly shocked by the rapid progress, he developed a profound respect for York's methods.
Skypiea under the Crimson Harvest Pirates still had a privileged class—the crew themselves—and was far from the idealized state of absolute fairness that Dragon longed for. But York's philosophy resonated with him:
You have to eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time. It's impossible to jump directly from a slave society to an era of absolute equality.
For their generation, completely abolishing slavery, sweeping the old nobility into the dustbin of history, and ensuring that everyone could eat their fill was enough. The truly idealized, perfectly fair world would be a task left for future generations to inherit.
Thinking of this, Dragon withdrew his gaze from a bustling construction site on Angel Island and looked up toward the sky.
At the very top of Giant Jack, a newly constructed island-cloud platform rested in the heavens. After completing his daily administrative duties, York spent most of his time up there, sparring and pushing his limits with Kaido.
CRACKLE!
Black and red lightning arched through the air. A fist heavily coated in Advanced Conqueror's Haki slammed into Kaido's chest, sending the massive pirate flying across the cloud platform.
York lowered his stance and watched Kaido slowly get up from the crater.
"Did you see it clearly?" York asked. "That is Conqueror's Coating."
Kaido raised a massive hand to rub his bruised chest. He closed his eyes, carefully savoring the residual impact of York's punch.
"I think I've grasped a bit of the knack," Kaido grunted, frustrated. "But it feels like something is still missing."
York frowned slightly. He hadn't expected Kaido to struggle this much with Advanced Conqueror's Haki. Kaido's innate talent and physical ceiling were theoretically higher than his own. Why was he progressing so slowly?
'Could it be... because the world's version hasn't updated yet?' York wondered.
Before the protagonist, Luffy, was born and the Great Pirate Era truly began, the world's power scaling seemed to follow a strict, gradual progression. Perhaps the era of explosive, super-speed growth hadn't truly arrived yet. If the "Will of the World" existed, this invisible bottleneck made sense.
'If that's the case, I do seem to be a bit too anxious...'
"Never mind," York sighed, stretching his arms. "If something is still missing, we just keep hitting until you find it."
Black lightning sparked around York's fists as he charged forward to resume the spar.
After the day's training concluded, Kaido chose to stay on the platform to meditate. York headed back to his residence.
His current home was the former God's Shrine, which had undergone minor renovations. He had dismissed the unpaid attendants and slaves, opting instead to hire a smaller, well-paid staff.
Shedding his sweat-soaked clothes, York enjoyed a long, comfortable shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed straight for Gloriosa's bedroom, intending to unwind with a good heart-to-heart.
But when he opened her door, the room was empty.
Instead, a small, neatly folded note sat on the vanity table.
[ Come to the Mirror World. ]
York looked up at the ornate, full-length mirror standing in the corner of the bedroom. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he stepped forward and passed right through the glass.
The space shifted.
He stepped into the Mirror World—a bizarre, independent dimension where countless mirrors floated and lined the invisible walls, reflecting different corners of the world.
York didn't linger in the chaotic entryway. He walked forward, navigating the pathways until he reached a small, wooden cottage standing in the void.
They had built this house manually over the past year. While the Mirror World was perfectly isolated from the outside, the endless floating mirrors made it feel too exposed, like being out in the wild. The cottage provided true privacy.
York stopped at the wooden door. He didn't reach for the handle immediately. His Observation Haki flared, sensing three distinct auras inside.
'Is that Shakky?' York smiled. 'Heh heh, those two really know how to set up a surprise.'
Retracting his Haki so as not to spoil the mood, York pushed the wooden door open.
"Welcome home, Master!!"
Three voices rang out. York froze in the doorway, his cock already beginning to twitch and harden at the sight before him.
On the elevated step of the entryway, three figures knelt neatly in matching—yet highly customized—maid outfits.
On the left was Stussy. Her blonde hair fell over a sheer, barely-there bodice that left her pink nipples fully exposed to the cool air. The skirt of her uniform was little more than a frilly belt, revealing a crotchless thong that framed her shaved, glistening pussy.
On the right was Gloriosa. Bursting with mature elegance, her heavy breasts were shoved aggressively upward by a tight corset, looking ready to spill out. The fabric over her lower half was completely sheer, showing the heavy, wet slickness already gathering between her thighs.
In the middle was Shakky.
Unlike the other two, Shakky wore a strictly traditional, modest maid uniform that revealed no skin at all. Yet, her cheeks were burning crimson. She was forcibly blindfolded with a black silk ribbon, and her wrists were bound tightly behind her back with thick rope.
"This... what are you all up to?" York asked, his voice dropping an octave as his erection sprang free, thick and throbbing against his stomach. He stepped inside and pushed the door shut.
Gloriosa smiled, her eyes dropping hungrily to his massive cock. "Shakky has been struggling to take the final step, so we decided to give her a little push today."
Stussy was the first to rise. She sauntered over, her hips swaying as she wrapped her slender arms around York's neck, pressing her bare breasts against his chest.
"Time is short, and you still have administrative work tomorrow," Stussy whispered, dropping to her knees. She took his thick, pulsing glans into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the slit. "Let's start."
The cottage quickly filled with the wet, slapping sounds of flesh and heavy, lewd moans.
York stood in the entryway, his hands buried in Stussy's blonde hair as she deep-throated his hard shaft, gagging and sucking with practiced desperation. Beside her, Gloriosa had crawled onto the floor on all fours. York reached down, burying two fingers deep into Gloriosa's soaked, greedy cunt, earning a loud, shuddering gasp from the mature beauty.
"Ahhh! Master... fuck, you're so deep..." Gloriosa whimpered, grinding her dripping pussy against his knuckles.
Shakky, whose eyes were covered and hands bound, restlessly shifted her numb legs on the bed a few feet away. She was trapped in the dark, forced to listen to every wet slurping noise, every dirty word, and the unmistakable scent of arousal and pre-cum filling the room.
York mercilessly pulled his slick cock from Stussy's mouth and grabbed Gloriosa's hips. He drove his thick length into her from behind in one brutal thrust. Gloriosa screamed in ecstasy, her breasts swinging wildly as York began to pound her doggy-style. The meaty SMACK SMACK SMACK of his thighs hitting her ass echoed loudly.
"Listen to how wet she is, Shakky," York taunted, slapping Gloriosa's ass cheek hard enough to leave a red handprint. "She's dripping for my cock. And I know you are, too."
Shakky bit her lip, trembling violently. Beneath her modest maid skirt, her panties were soaked through, sticking uncomfortably to her burning clit. Her anticipation and anxiety were building to a fever pitch.
After an hour of thoroughly ravishing Stussy and Gloriosa—painting their faces and tits with thick ropes of his semen—the two women lay exhausted, panting on either side of the room.
Finally, the burning, dominant aura that had tormented Shakky's senses approached the bed. She felt the mattress dip.
"Don't worry," York's voice whispered softly against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "I'll be gentle."
He didn't bother undressing her fully. He simply ripped the panties from beneath her skirt, exposing her slick, swollen cunt to the air. Their lips met, and Shakky finally let go, her lingering hesitation melting into the darkness as York's thick, still-slick cock pressed against her virgin entrance.
He pushed forward, breaking her barrier with a slow, relentless pressure. Shakky cried out into his mouth, her bound hands flexing helplessly behind her back. Her tight, untouched walls stretched agonizingly around his massive girth, clamping down on him with a desperate, involuntary heat.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Shakky," York groaned, burying himself to the hilt. He began to thrust, slow at first, then faster, grinding his pubic bone against her swollen clit.
With her sight gone and hands tied, Shakky's every sensation was magnified. She sobbed and moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his brutal rhythm. Every thrust sent jolts of white-hot pleasure through her brain, shattering her defenses. When York finally hit her deepest spot, she screamed, her pussy convulsing around his cock in a violent, squirting orgasm. York roared, driving deep and filling her virgin womb with a massive, pulsing load of hot semen.
Two days later.
York, who had completely ignored his duties as "God" for forty-eight hours, lay on the large bed in the Mirror World cottage, embracing Shakky's smooth, delicate, naked shoulders. The room smelled heavily of sex and dried cum.
Feeling the beauty in his arms slowly awaken, York reached out and gently tapped her nose.
"Do you regret it?" York asked softly, his hand trailing down to cup her bare breast. "You haven't forgotten Rayleigh, have you?"
Shakky was silent for a long moment. She felt the sticky, lingering evidence of York's seed leaking slowly from her overused cunt. Finally, she let out a soft, resigned sigh.
"I don't know... I was forced by Gloriosa and Stussy..."
York narrowed his eyes, a mischievous, dark smirk touching his lips.
She was playing the bad girl. No admission, no initiative, no refusal. By claiming she was "forced," she shifted the guilt entirely onto Gloriosa, Stussy, and York, protecting her conscience regarding Silvers Rayleigh.
What a greedy woman, York thought. She wants my cock, but she doesn't want the guilt of giving up on her past.
"Since that's the case," York whispered, his voice turning dark and possessive as he rolled over, pinning her beneath his heavy frame. He forced her thighs wide open, exposing her raw, red, and swollen pussy. "I'll just have to make sure you can't live without me. I'll fuck you so deep and so hard, you'll never have the energy to think of Rayleigh's name ever again."
Feeling his intense gaze and feeling his massive erection pressing against her wet entrance yet again, Shakky quickly raised her hands against his chest in a panic.
"Wait! You haven't handled any government affairs for two days! My body can't take another—"
"It doesn't matter," York grinned, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. "The hardest part of the nation-building is over. Gloriosa and Stussy can handle the minor paperwork for me..."
He slammed his hips forward, burying his thick shaft deep into her wet, gripping core in one brutal thrust.
"Wait, I said— Mmph! ahhh!"
Her protests dissolved into a high-pitched, lewd squeal as he began to pound her relentlessly once more, filling her mind and body with nothing but him.
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