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Zechs saw a towering woman with a tall, imposing frame and a figure that was both slender and strikingly curvaceous, with large breasts, a slim waist, and curvy hips.
She possessed a commanding presence and an undeniable beauty, and had long, wavy pink hair flowing down to her waist like a waterfall, with a few loose strands falling along the left side of her face. Her bright orange-brown eyes burned with intensity, and her lips, glossed with red lipstick, carried a bold and captivating allure.
She wore a polka-dotted fedora along with a matching bandana, a purple polka-dotted shirt with a front knot, exposing her midriff, along with much of the deep cleavage between her large breasts, and a pair of brown shorts fastened at her waist with a pink belt, which accentuated her long, sexy, but also extremely powerful legs.
A white captain's coat rested over her shoulders, and white knee-length boots completed her striking yet majestic appearance.
In one hand, she held a sword. Floating beside her was a small, glowing sphere of fire that appeared very similar to a mini-Sun, unmistakably a homie.
There was no doubt about it.
The enormous woman, standing nearly nine meters tall, was Charlotte Linlin.
One of the future Yonkō, renowned and feared across the seas as Big Mom.
Of course, the title and reputation of a Yonko were still at least two decades away for her. Even so, Charlotte Linlin, even at her current age, was already a force of nature, her mere presence commanding both awe and fear.
'Damn… she really is a monster,' Zechs thought, breathing heavily.
The original story had repeatedly emphasized what kind of monster Charlotte Linlin was, a natural-born force of destruction. He had seen glimpses of her power before, but only now, standing in front of her, did he truly understand.
This was no exaggeration. It was the real thing.
The overwhelming pressure of her Conqueror's Haki had pushed even him, a pirate with a bounty of 600 million Berries, to the point of breaking into a cold sweat.
He wanted to take in her striking, voluptuous figure and admire it, but under that crushing aura, even that simple act felt difficult.
Meanwhile, Linlin looked down at the man before her, the only one still standing on the deck. Seeing that he had managed to withstand her Conqueror's Haki with his own, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, "Oh? You can resist my Haki to this extent?"
"I have had my fair share of battles… and I have developed some strength through them," Zechs replied gritting his teeth…
"Mama mama… that does seem to be the case," Linlin laughed in her distinctive tone as she withdrew her Haki.
As the pressure faded, Zechs gasped for air.
"Haaah… haaah…"
He breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling. It had felt as though a mountain had been pressing down on him, and now that the weight was gone, his body relaxed considerably.
Of course, he couldn't relax completely. Linlin was still standing right in front of him, and he had no idea what she wanted. Still, this was far better than enduring that crushing pressure.
Seeing his condition, Linlin laughed again. "But you're obviously not as strong as me," she said, placing a hand on her hip and looking down at him with a wide grin.
"Hmm… yeah. I can't really argue with that," Zechs admitted, his legs still feeling slightly unsteady.
"Oh? Asmodeus Zechs… I didn't expect you to be so self-aware," Linlin said, blinking in mild surprise. She had met countless pirates, and most of them refused to admit their weakness in front of her, only to end up at the bottom of the ocean after giving up most of their lifespan to her. But this man seemed to understand his limits.
Zechs' lips twitched slightly. He didn't know what else to say, except, "I know…"
But it was true, he was very aware of his situation. He had no illusions. Linlin was far, far stronger than him, and he didn't believe he could defeat her.
Forget about defeating her; he doesn't even think he can hurt her.
To even stand a chance at hurting her, one would need advanced techniques such as Conqueror's coating or internal destruction through Armament Haki or a broken Devil Fruit ability like Law's. Without abilities on that level, it would be difficult to even leave a scratch on her.
With his current mastery of Haki, Zechs knows that he can neither use Internal Destruction, nor Conqueror's Coating… and he also doesn't have a Devil Fruit… There was no point in entertaining unrealistic hopes.
"But anyway, Charlotte Linlin… I didn't expect a famous pirate like you to know who I am," he said, clearly surprised. Who is Linlin? A pirate with a bounty exceeding a billion. He had never imagined she would be aware of someone like him or be interested in him.
'But then again… she's still a woman. And what woman wouldn't be drawn to my looks, right? It must be because of that,' he thought narcissistically. Even so, he wasn't entirely sure whether someone like Linlin was even capable of feeling that kind of attraction toward a man.
"I've indeed heard about you," Linlin replied. "From the news… and from my sources. The narcissist. The self-absorbed troublemaker. The enemy of women. The Kingslayer… and—"
Zechs' lips twitched, 'It was probably nothing good…'
"Yeah, yeah… the news," he cut in. "It says a lot of things. Not just about me, but about you too. But whatever."
He paused for a moment, then added, "Since you haven't tried to harm my crew or me yet, it must mean you have something in mind. I'm curious, what exactly do you want from me?"
Given that this was Charlotte Linlin, a few possibilities had already crossed his mind. Still, he chose not to voice them. Rather waited for her answer.
Linlin pursed her lips at being interrupted, but she didn't seem particularly angry. Instead, she simply shrugged, bent down, and reached toward him with one hand, like someone picking up a toy.
"Hey, what the hell?!" Zechs reacted instantly. Using Shave, he vanished from his spot and reappeared behind her, avoiding her grasp.
"Hmm? You moved behind me… that was fast," Linlin murmured, surprised that he was able to move so fast. But it didn't matter. She turned around immediately and reached for him again.
This time, irritation crept into Zechs' voice. "What the hell are you doing?" he snapped, using Shave again to evade her reaching hand.
"Dodged again?" Linlin looked surprised. Her expression sharpened as she became more serious, activating her Observation Haki while reaching out once more to catch him.
Sha!
Zechs also used Observation Haki and continued using Shave to stay out of her reach. He added Moonwalk to the mix and even spread his wings to take to the air, moving in three dimensions to avoid her grasp. His unpredictable movements only seemed to irritate her further, and her actions grew rougher.
Her constantly shifting weight made the ship sway violently, and for a moment it felt as though it might capsize. Linlin briefly lost her balance, but quickly steadied herself by gripping the side of the ship. Still reaching for him, she said impatiently, "Stand still, will you?"
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why would I stay still in such a situation?" Zechs frowned, clearly unhappy with the way she was trying to grab him. The way she reached for him made it feel as though she were trying to pick up a toy. Given that she stood nearly nine meters tall while he was just over two meters, the comparison wasn't far off.
But the thought of being treated like a doll only worsened his mood.
"I'm just trying to get a closer look at you," she explained.
"Eh? Is that so? Fine… I'll allow it," he said. In the next moment, he appeared at the figurehead of the ship and added firmly, "But don't try to grab me."
His tone left no room for negotiation.
After all, this was the same woman who had killed a bear with a slap at the age of five. If she actually got her hands on him, Zechs was certain it would be dangerous. With just a little force, she could easily crush the life out of him. That was a risk he had no intention of taking.
At the same time, he didn't mind letting her observe him without touching him.
And there were good reasons why he allowed this.
First, if he kept avoiding her, she would continue reaching for him, and at the rate she was moving, the ship might end up capsizing. His crew was still unconscious on deck. If the ship sank, they would all die.
Second, if she wanted a closer look at him, there were only a few possible reasons.
'Either it's because of my race… or the effect of my charm… or both,' he thought.
In the original story, Linlin had a well-known obsession with collecting rare races and bringing them into her kingdom. His Incubus traits were unusual enough to attract her interest. And since she was also a woman, and still relatively young, she might have been influenced, at least slightly, by his charm and pheromones.
Or it could be a combination of both.
With that in mind, he chose to cooperate.
When he told her not to grab him, Linlin pouted slightly, but she didn't press the issue. As long as she could examine him, she was willing to accept the condition.
Standing atop the ship's figurehead with his hands in his pockets, Zechs held his ground as she leaned in for a closer look.
Linlin moved in quickly, her massive presence looming over him, "Hmm… let's see…"
Her index finger, almost as large as his torso, reached out. She gently prodded his head, traced along his bat-like wings, and tapped the horns on his head. Then, using that same finger, she tilted his chin upward to study his face more closely.
Zechs felt slightly uncomfortable as he noticed the curiosity and unmistakable excitement in her eyes.
At that moment, she didn't resemble a terrifying force of nature. Instead, she looked like a child who had discovered a new toy… or a young woman admiring a rare and precious gem.
"These horns… these wings…" she murmured, tugging at them slightly as if testing whether they were real.
Zechs immediately pushed her finger away with an irritated snap. "That hurts, you know."
"Eh? They're actually real?" she said, blinking in surprise.
For a moment, she had assumed the horns and wings might be artificial. But judging by his reaction, they were clearly genuine. That realization led her to another possibility.
"Are they the result of a Devil Fruit ability?" she asked.
Zechs shook his head. "I haven't eaten any Devil Fruit. The horns, the wings, everything about my appearance, it's all related to my special race."
Horns themselves were not particularly rare in this world. Several races possessed them, including Ancient Giants, Ogres, and even certain unusual individuals like Moria.
Wings, however, especially bat-like wings like his, were extremely uncommon. Only a handful of beings, if any, might possess something similar.
Some might compare them to the wings seen on the jailers of Impel Down, such as Magellan or Hannyabal. But those were artificial attachments, mere wearable equipment.
Zechs' wings, on the other hand, were completely natural.
And they were not the result of any Devil Fruit power.
"A special race?"
The moment she heard those words, Linlin's interest sharpened.
After all, her goal was to build a nation where people of every race could live together. Hearing him mention a rare lineage immediately stirred her curiosity.
"What race are you?" she asked.
Even as she spoke, another thought surfaced in her mind.
'Why is my heart beating so fast just from looking at him?' she wondered. 'It was never this intense when I saw his bounty posters…'
Even before this meeting, she had felt a faint excitement whenever she came across the poster of Asmodeus Zechs. And she had to admit, the posters had left a strong impression. She had never seen a man so striking, and someone with such a rare appearance already seemed worthy of being added to her collection of rare and unique treasures.
That curiosity was the reason she had been quietly keeping track of his movements ever since he first appeared in the Grand Line.
But the feeling she experienced now, standing before him, was far stronger than anything she had felt before. Her heart pounded rapidly, stirring a sensation she had never known.
It felt strange, yet strangely exciting.
Hearing her question, Zechs answered calmly, "I'm an Incubus."
"An Incubus? What kind of race is that?" Linlin asked, then added, "I've never heard of it."
"That's not surprising," Zechs replied. "It would be strange if you had. You could think of it as a mythical race…"
"Mythical? Is it like the Lunarians?" she asked, tilting her head a little.
Zechs shook his head. "Even rarer than that. Races like the Lunarians, Buccaneers, Ancient Giants, and the Three-Eyed Tribe are certainly unusual, but they do exist. Many of them have been pushed to the brink of extinction over the past centuries, but they are still real races, not myths. An Incubus is different. Ours is a mythical race. You can think of it as something similar to vampires, the kind of beings people only hear about in stories and legends, not something they expect to encounter in reality. We Incubi are that mythical and that rare. In fact, I'd say there's a good chance I'm the only one that exists in this entire world of billions."
As he spoke, he carefully observed her expression and physical reactions, a trace of doubt forming in his mind.
'The effects of my charm and pheromones… they don't seem very strong.'
He wasn't simply answering her questions. While speaking, he was subtly releasing his natural charm and pheromones to control her… and even using his persuasion trait to reinforce the credibility of his words.
He wasn't lying, but persuasion ensured she wouldn't distrust his words.
The persuasion seemed to be working reasonably well. However, the effects of his charm and pheromones were noticeably limited.
Her face is only slightly flushed… her heartbeat is a bit faster… but otherwise, she's completely composed.
If his influence were fully effective, she would already be visibly captivated, looking at him with obvious infatuation and a strong desire to mate. But that clearly wasn't the case.
'It's probably because of her overwhelming strength and will… and her soul as well. As the user of the Soul-Soul Fruit, her spiritual power must be exceptionally strong,' he concluded.
Still, it didn't matter.
'Some prey needs to be handled patiently,' he thought, maintaining a calm expression as he continued to let his charm and pheromones work subtly, allowing the influence to build gradually over time.
Someone like Charlotte Linlin had appeared right in front of him; there was no way Zechs intended to ignore an opportunity like this.
Moreover, as an Incubus, he possessed a heightened sensitivity that allowed him to sense a woman's sexual experience. From what he could tell, Linlin had never been with a man. Indeed, she is a virgin.
That, in itself, made sense. It was still decades before the era he remembered from the original timeline. At present, Linlin was only eighteen years old and had yet to begin the life she would later become known for.
'You appeared before me… I don't know whether this meeting is the work of fate or simply your own decision to seek me out and add a rare race to your collection,' he thought quietly. 'But since you've come to stand before me, that too as a virgin… then as a veteran farmer, it's only natural that I make the most of this encounter, and take over the task of ploughing your field upon myself, right?'
As an Incubus, Zechs' growth was closely tied to sexual encounters. The stronger his partner, the greater the benefits he could obtain.
Although Linlin's current strength had not yet reached the level of a Yonko or an Admiral, she was, after all, only around eighteen, she was already comparable to a top-tier Yonko commander.
Any encounter with someone of her caliber would undoubtedly bring a significant boost to his attributes.
'Who knows… maybe I'll gain even more Lust Points this time,' he thought.
Still, he couldn't be completely certain. Linlin was the first woman from the original timeline he had encountered. Until now, he hadn't crossed paths with any other woman from the canon, so he had no basis for comparison.
Even so, he had a strong feeling that Linlin would prove to be an extraordinary opportunity for him.
While Zechs looked at Linlin as though he had discovered a treasure, Linlin regarded him with the same interest, as if she, too, had found something rare and valuable.
"A race as unique as vampires… that's practically mythical," she murmured.
She had never heard of Incubi. It wasn't surprising; she had little interest in such subjects and certainly hadn't studied anything related to demons or obscure folklore. But vampires were different. The name was familiar, even if they existed only in legends, with no proof that such beings were real.
Of course, the possibility of the existence of Vampire-type Devil Fruit couldn't be ruled out. But a Devil Fruit ability was different from a bloodline, a race. Hearing that Asmodeus Zechs belonged to a mythical lineage comparable to that of a vampire made him seem even more valuable in her eyes.
The persuasion was working exactly as intended.
Under normal circumstances, Linlin might have questioned his claims. But with persuasion reinforcing his words, and the fact that he was speaking truthfully, she accepted his explanation without doubt.
"A near-mythical race… and you possess considerable strength without relying on a Devil Fruit… Mama, mama… it almost feels like fate that we met," Linlin said with a booming laugh. At that moment, she convinced herself that this must be the reason her heart had been racing.
"Oh? You think this is fate? And what exactly do you mean by that?" Zechs asked, his tone calm but curious. 'Does she also want me to fuck her? Well… that should be the case, right? No woman can resist the urge to have her pussy ploughed by me.' He thought that this must be the reason.
It's a pity that he thought wrong.
Having made her decision, Linlin pointed to herself and declared, "I am Charlotte Linlin, the woman destined to rule the seas as their queen. And you, Asmodeus Zechs, are meant to stand at my side. Swear your loyalty to me and become my right hand. Together… we will rule the seas! Hahaha… Mama, mama!"
She extended her hand toward him, clearly expecting him to accept and pledge himself to her.
But her expectation was immediately overturned.
"Become your subordinate and right hand?" Zechs said flatly. "Yeah… no. I'll pass. Not interested."
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