That's how lost he was.
"Vald Dracula, correct? Kiss my ass." Standing in front of Dracula, Hancock told him the most disrespectful thing she could ever say.
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The night that changed the entire timeline
Dracula's pride knew no bounds. He was so proud that even in his lust driven state, he took Hancock's command as an insult. He became angry at Hancock. The result of these mixed emotions was…
*Bang*
Dracula had attacked Hancock without any warning. His speed was almost at sub-sonic level. Something that normal humans could never keep up with. But with the observation haki, keeping up with that speed was not very difficult for Hancock.
The result became obvious. When Hancock's sudden round house kick was launched at Dracula, he was not able to dodge. Not because Hancock's speed was greater than his own. But because he was too busy savouring the view of the pink piece and the round cake.
*Boom*
Unfortunately for Dracula, while Hancock's speed was just a little behind his own, her strength was something at least 10 times beyond his level. As a result, the point of impact, his chest, where Hancock's hills collided exploded into a bloody mist, sending him flying back into his castle. Dracula blasted apart his own doors and was launched all the way back to the main corridor of the castle until his figure disappeared.
"*Sigh* He is more of an animal than I had imagined…" Hancock said disdainfully. She had seen many men with better self control. In fact, her wolverine, even after receiving fertility serum, had better self control compared to the beast she had come to meet. Hancock had already lost all of his respect for the half a millennia old being. Someone who can't even control their own lust wants to make a deal with Hancock? A deal was something that is made between people with equal exchange value. The way Dracula had lost control, Hancock didn't see him giving her any equal exchange value at all.
With confidence, Hancock slowly walked into the castle. The sound of her high heels clicking against the floor echoed through the hallway.
Dracula, who had been kicked all the way to the other end of the castle, slowly rose with difficulty. His chest was still not done healing. After so many years Hancock had grasped the essence of coating conquer's haki in heart attacks. Although she had not used her full power, just a little amount of conqueror's haki was more than enough to slow down the regeneration of the immortal Dracula to the point where he fell down once again after standing up.
This time his survival instincts have pulled him away from his lust filled state. He was so shocked that he couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Fortunately, Dracula had tasted defeat before. As a result his mind managed to recover from the shock of being overwhelmed so decisively. The fact that Hancock was not in front of his sight also helped him recover from his dazed state. Only after he accepted the truth and realised the gravity of the situation, his face paled.
But by that time Hancock had already found it once again. And the moment he saw her, Dracula became hard again. But this time his survival instincts held him back from getting lost into his lust once again.
Hancock on the other hand looked down at Dracula. Not because she was proud or arrogant. But because she had full control over the "beast" in front of her. While coming to Britain, Hancock had been cautious, because of magic. During her early days when she had visited India, she had also visited Nepal briefly. But she had failed to find Kamar-taj… in fact, she had failed to find sanctums all over the world throughout the years. After she received an anonymous message "the time is not right yet", Hancock had stopped searching for magic.
That's why she was weary of magic. Since Dracula was the magical creature, she had genuinely shown caution towards him, bringing many devil fruit users with her for her safety.
But… Her worry was completely unnecessary. In front of her beauty Dracula was nothing but a worm in the field.
Dracula on the other hand was running his mind at an impressive speed to think about something that would stop the gorgeous woman in front of him. In a last ditch effort, he looked Hancock straight into her eyes and activated his hypnosis, using all his magical powers at once.
*Shhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnk!* *Crackle* *Rumble*
First the floor cracked under the pressure of the conqueror's haki followed by the walls nearby along with all the furniture. Bolts of black and pink lightning struck the painting of Dracula right behind the fallen lord of the vampires and destroyed the glass along with the painting in a single strike.
Hancock had detected Dracula's attempt to hypnotize her almost immediately. As the holder of the conqueror's haki, her mental fortitude was off the charts. So she had the time to resist the hypnosis and release her own conqueror's haki to completely erase the effect of hypnosis.
Dracula's eyes widened to its limit as his eyes rolled up from the counter shock he had received from the conqueror's haki. The backlash was extremely severe mainly because he was using hypnosis directly on Hancock. If not for that he might have stood a chance against the conqueror's haki with his willpower. Almost losing his consciousness, Dracula fell back on the floor, completely defeated.
But Hancock on the other hand was pissed. The attempt of hypnosis had rubbed her in the wrong way. If she was going to keep a polite appearance on the outside before, she had no intention of doing it after what Dracula did. She immediately kicked Dracula to turn him around.
As Dracula laid on his back, Hancock squatted down directly beside his face.
Dracula slowly and painfully turned his head to look at her. But his gaze couldn't stay at her face for long. It eventually came down to the gap between her legs and glued to her pussy.
Looking at his eyes Hancock let out a disdainful scoff.
"*scoff* Look at you… You know, when I left Amazon Lily to meet the lord of the vampires, I had made a lot of preparations. But you turned out to be more pathetic than a mutt on the streets." As Hancock insulted Dracula, she placed one of her slender fingers directly on his neck. Her sharp fingernails pierced his skin and drew blood. Then slowly she traced her finger down, cutting his already disheveled suit on the way. Her finger finally stopped just above his crotch. Then, with the swift motion of her hand, she ripped apart his pants, releasing his rock hard cock into the air.
Dracula's breath quickened as Hancock gently took his cock into her palm and started pumping it up and down. Dracula was so aroused that he couldn't even last for a minute before he felt himself quickly approaching an orgasm. He threw his head back and closed his eyes to feel the sensation of the hand of the woman jacking him off. But just as he was on the verge of release, he felt something change. Because he couldn't ejaculate. His eyes snapped open in confusion as he looked at his own junk. Hancock slowly released the rock hard cock which had turned into real rock. The stone appendage had left Dracula on the verge of cumming, unable to reach a true orgasm.
When Dracula looked at Hancock in a horrified expression, he realised that she was looking at him as if he was nothing more than a pebble on the side of the road.
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Next chapter: Hancock's new sex toy (18+)