King of Fertility (One Piece)

Chapter 3: 11 Years Later



11 years have passed since the fateful "God Valley Incident," and Ingnar Frey, a "child" of 5 years old, is now 16 years old - a "young man" with a height of about 180 cm. His body, which was naturally slim but toned without any effort, has become naturally bulging with a reasonable amount of training and experience.

Perhaps it's because of that, Frey's body is now so strong that it's obvious even from the outside, wearing leather shoes that prioritize functionality over appearance, navy jeans, and a white T-shirt with a seamed star mark and the word "crimin" printed on it. No one would ever realize that he was once a scrawny slave who was barely fed. ...That is, unless you see the dragon's hoof-like "brand" that still remains on his back.

"What's wrong, bro?! Drink more! It's a free-for-all tonight! Especially for you, the main character!"

"Oh, never mind..."

He was currently at a party held in a bar in a village on an island in the ocean known as the "West Blue." The party was so large that it seemed as if the entire village was attending - those who couldn't fit inside the bar brought their own tables and chairs and placed them outside, drinking mugs.

The village had a warm climate and was dominated by primary industries such as agriculture and fishing, but a few hours earlier it had been attacked by pirates - Frey happened to see this while flying overhead in her "Moonwalk" and swooped down to the island to rescue them. And then...

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"Damn...let go!"

"Don't worry! I'll be gentle!"

"Damn! Please take it easy! We want to have some fun later!"

"Shut up! Then hurry up and do what you have to do! If you're not broken when you're done, I'll let you join in!"

"Hahahaha!"

"...You hopeless bastard...!"

"Don't say mean things! If you stay quiet, not only will you not die, but you'll feel amazing--!?"

The first thing he saw was a beautiful woman with long, wavy white hair and brown skin, and a large man who was on top of her, tearing off her clothes, and about to rape her. The moment she saw the woman, Frey's heart skipped a beat for some reason, but she didn't have time to question it. Landing at a distance, Frey charged forward before the dust could fall due to gravity. Using that momentum, she kicked the big man away with a roundhouse kick,

"--!? Captain?"

"Who are you!?"

"...! Wait a second! You can't be the guy who people are rumored to have come around here recently, that guy..."

--! And.

"Silent Rumbling" - "Haoshoku Haki".

It was a "mysterious power" that Frey had been using unconsciously since she was a child. Frey, who knew that the power he had been using in the sea area known as the "New World" was a technique with a proper precedent and name, used it with black lightning that erupted all around him to subdue only the pirates who had broken into the village houses and begun plundering. Everyone foamed at the mouth and fainted -- or so it seemed, but

"You did it, you bastard! I won't kill you that easily!"

The big man he had just kicked away, the captain, seemed to be somewhat "capable" as he was called -- he had just barely managed to withstand the use of his "Haoshoku" while returning his trousers that he had taken off to violate the white-haired woman, and turned his bloodshot eyes towards Frey before unsheathing the large sword that was sheathed on his back. Just as he was about to jump at Frey,

"...Frey in Flowge, the Fruitful One"

"...!? What...!?"

Frey muttered as he raised one leg slightly, and at the same time, an "unusual event" occurred. Suddenly, a golden aura rose from his entire body, gathering directly above the big man and forming a gigantic leg. The big man, who seemed to instantly understand what Frey was planning to do, began to panic, saying, "A person with special powers...!? No way... Wait...!" -- but it was too late.

"Wolf Slayer's Stomping Vegal Stamp"

The name of a series of techniques. To tell the truth, even Frey herself doesn't know the origin of the powers. It's a strange story, but for some reason it just came to her mind. When she first used this "power", she still didn't know the official name of the fruit she had eaten, including how to use it specifically. ...It was as if "someone" who had once wielded the same power was standing behind Frey, whispering the name of the technique and how to use it.

At the same time, Frey had a strange certainty that she had not yet realized the "true nature" of this power - but let's put that aside.

With a thud, Frey brought the foot she had slightly raised down to the ground with a mighty thud. In tandem with that, the gigantic golden foot she had formed earlier fell to the ground - naturally, the future of the big man directly below was decided,

"Gyaaaaaaaahhhhh!?"

Thud!

The big man was crushed, with a scream that tore through the air, and turned into the ham of a sandwich. No, since he was sideways, should I call him a hamburger patty? Anyway, when Frey deactivated her power, she saw the large man lying unconscious face down in the center of the spider web-like cracks in the ground - which meant,

"Were you saved...?"

"We did it...!"

"Thank you...! You owe it to the whole village!"

The villagers' voices of joy, as they gradually came to terms with the situation, spread rapidly and eventually became a huge cheer from all the villagers, echoing throughout the island.

"What an unexpected windfall."

"Eh...? Ah... thank you..."

Frey muttered to himself as he handed her a long coat that seemed to belong to a white-haired woman that had been left nearby, without looking at her. Naturally, Frey had not expected the recent subjugation of the pirates, but that did not mean that it was inconvenient.

At the time, he was living the life of a so-called "bounty hunter", capturing criminals wanted by the government or navy "dead or alive, whether dead or alive" and handing them over to the appropriate place, and receiving a predetermined amount of money in return.

The Celestial Dragons had previously exploited him as a slave, and it was these Celestial Dragons that were the bosses of the government and navy. Therefore, Frey had some thoughts about working as a bounty hunter, which was a sort of outsourced contractor for those companies. Born in a poor country, looked down upon by adults, especially his parents, and having been sold as a slave, Frey had few options available to him, with no education or connections. His only redeeming quality - or at least, that's what he thought - was his talent for fighting. In a sense, it was inevitable that he would become a bounty hunter, which he could use to his advantage.

Other options included becoming a mercenary or a soldier of some country, and in fact, until about five years ago, Frey had been a boy soldier for a certain military nation, but in the end, he settled on the relatively free form of being a bounty hunter.

Monkey D. Garp.

One reason for this was that the man who taught him "freedom" was the very embodiment of it. When bounty hunters hand over their bounties, they generally hand them over to Marines. Therefore, if he continued to work as a bounty hunter, he might be able to meet him again someday. That was also what he had planned. And when that time came, he wanted to express his gratitude to him, which he had not been able to express then.

Anyway, Frey, who had become a bounty hunter through these circumstances, firmly restrained the pirates in question, and used a creature called a "Den Den Mushi" that allowed long-distance communication to contact the nearest Navy branch. From there, he handed them over. He gave a percentage of the large bounty money he received at that time to the people of the village who had suffered considerable damage, and was invited to the banquet held as a thank-you gift, which is how he has lived up to this day.

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And now, that Frey was――

"..."

And now, with an unnaturally stiff expression, he was silently sipping the ale from the mug he was holding. Since he is not originally an emotional person, it is hard to tell from the outside, but there is no hiding the sweat that is running down his cheeks, which is unrelated to the warm weather.

Frey was in fact nervous at this time. Why? It was not because he was not used to these kinds of banquets. He was rather an introverted person and did not like noisy places, but if the banquet was held in gratitude for his actions, he would not mind it so much. As mentioned earlier, it had already been five years since he started working as a bounty hunter - this was not the first time that gratitude had been expressed in this way. He did not feel nervous now.

But of course, due to his special upbringing, at first he was not used to being thanked by others, so it is true that he felt more tension and confusion than joy.

So, what on earth was making Frey so nervous right now?

"... Are you okay? You seem a bit distracted... Maybe you're not good with alcohol?"

"Ah, no..."

Frey gave an ambiguous reply in a mosquito-like voice. A woman had been sitting next to her since the banquet began. She was the first woman Frey rescued when he set foot on the island - her name seemed to be Nico Olvia.

Looking at her again - and not wanting to stare at her so rudely - the woman was beautiful. No, too beautiful. Her long, wavy white hair reminded me of expensive silk fabric, and if I let my guard down I had to resist the urge to run my hands through it, and her straight nose and almond-shaped black eyes were intelligent, but they also had a strength that seemed to hide some strong determination.

She must have been hit a little before Frey helped her up, as there was a large piece of gauze stuck to her cheek, but that didn't make her facial features any less beautiful, and her brown, actress-like skin was spotless and water-repellent.

Her proportions were also excellent, with long, slender legs, a narrow waist, and ample buttocks, but what caught her eye the most were her ample breasts pushing up her white shirt. A symbol of motherhood, boasting such beauty and size that any healthy man would want to pounce on her. Even Frey, who is not known for her rich emotional range, was no exception, and although he knew he shouldn't cast such an unrefined gaze at her, he couldn't stop himself from casting glances at her.

Her breasts were so magnificent and attractive, and even the cleavage that was barely visible was frighteningly sexy - Frey had to desperately try to hold back the blood flow to her lower body. What was most troubling was that Olvia was clearly enjoying watching Frey's confused state. Though in this case, it could also be that Frey was just being paranoid about Olvia, who was the polar opposite of himself and very calm...

Frey had no choice but to admit that he was attracted to this woman. Even someone with little experience in love - in fact, one could almost say none - could tell. He was aware of it. The unnatural tension made his heartbeat beat at a much faster rate than normal. No matter how many times he drank ale, his throat remained dry, and he didn't even need to look in the mirror to know that his cheeks were hot and flushed regardless of the alcohol.

When he told her his name as soon as he sat down, when she thanked him for helping him, and when she showed concern for him, who had only seemed to be in a daze just a moment ago - all of these things made Frey's heart skip a beat regardless of his intentions.

A fair amount of time had passed since the start of the party, and the excitement was finally reaching a full-scale stage. The people around seemed to have almost forgotten about Frey, who was supposed to be the main character, but the same was true for Frey. Only the space with a radius of a few meters around Olbia and herself was separated from the rest, and it felt like that was the center of the world. The hustle and bustle around her also seemed to come from somewhere far away, and she didn't hear much.

After that, Frey felt like Olbia had spoken to her several times, but Frey was extremely nervous and could only reply vaguely with things like "ah" and "yes." Frey cursed her own poor communication skills and lack of romantic experience. She hated herself for not being able to give a more clever reply.

And then - strangely enough, Frey suddenly found herself walking side by side with Olbia on the beach at night. ...No, really, why? Frey thought to herself, holding her head. Would you like to walk with me for a bit to sober up? He felt like Olvia had said something like that, but he wasn't sure. He wanted to believe that he hadn't invited her, but even just sitting next to her was too much for him.

Even so, Frey unconsciously swallowed hard. They were alone on the beach at night. There were no other people around, and the only sound echoing in the quiet space was the sound of the waves lapping and retreating. The only thing watching over the scene was the full moon, which reflected its mottled light on the surface of the sea, creating a fantastical scene. It was such a perfect and romantic situation that Frey couldn't help but be "aware" of it - but,

(No, no...! What am I thinking...!)

Frey shook his head furiously in his mind. Olvia had only brought him out to sober up, and there was nothing more to it than that - but, was that not enough of a reason to invite him? The self-serving other self whispered this to him, but it was quickly drowned out by another fierce voice telling him not to get too cocky.

What had happened during the day had almost soiled his body. There was a possibility that the remnants of the pirates who had escaped his hands were hiding there, so he was sure he had only been brought out as a bodyguard in case of emergency.

Even so - Frey cast a quick glance at Olvia walking next to him. Olvia was already an extraordinary beauty, but her figure against the backdrop of the moonlit sea and sand at night was already almost divine. Her long white hair also shone beautifully and mysteriously in the moonlight, and with the moonlight shining in patches on the sea beyond, it looked as if white particles were rising from her body. Everything was fantastical.

"The moonlight is beautiful... Hey, I'm a bit tired from walking, why don't we sit down and take a rest here?"

Olvia said this suddenly. You're much prettier than me - such a pretentious line came to Frey's mind, but needless to say, Frey was not the type to say it aloud. "Ah, yeah..." After replying in the same silly way that he hated himself, he sat down next to Olvia in the grassy area between the forest behind him and the sandy beach in front of him - no, so close, so close! Frey's heart rate quickened even more. As soon as he sat down, Olvia closed the distance in one go. So close that it felt like they could touch each other.

Why? Frey wondered, feeling a dry throat that he didn't know how many times it had happened. It was the invitation to this too-charming night walk, but was it just my imagination that Olvia's approach had been so aggressive since earlier? ...both physically and mentally.

No, that's stupid -- Frey shook her head in her mind. Don't get ahead of yourself. ...There's no way such a beautiful woman would be so easily swayed by a man she'd only known for a few hours. Even if he was a man who'd rescued her just in time to be raped by a thug.

However, this was not good. Thanks to this, Frey remembered the scene in which the captain of the pirate ship she had subjugated was about to rape Olvia. Specifically, the moment her clothes were torn off... Her breasts, which had suddenly become more exposed, trembled with the kinetic energy generated when her clothes were torn, and if she turned her eyes a little higher, she saw Olvia, whose face was distorted with anger, but at the same time her cheeks were flushed with shame -- What, stupid, stupid! Frey shook her head furiously. But in her mind, she thought... What was she remembering?

I really didn't understand what I was feeling right now. Frey was impatient. Was this love at first sight? Even if he asked for more details, he would have been told that love is not logical, but was that the only reason? Frey wondered. It was a question he had already asked many times before coming here...

Several minutes passed without either of them saying anything. This is bad - Frey broke out into a cold sweat - it was too awkward. Well, maybe he was the only one who felt that way. Anyway, he had to say something - but what on earth? Frey was at a loss. The best he could do at the moment was to not show his impatience on his face.

"--Thank you."

"Huh?"

Olvia's sudden words of gratitude. Caught off guard, Frey replied in a silly voice, and instantly regretted it. He wanted to always look and act cool in front of this woman, but it was an extremely difficult task—he thought it would be better to take on a dozen men worth over a billion together.

"It was just now. If you hadn't helped me then, I would have..."

Saying this, Olbia embraced her body. Frey, with all his self-control, could not help but look at the symbol of motherhood that had changed slightly in shape at that moment, and it was difficult to reply, but he somehow managed to

"Oh... well... it's only natural... In that situation... as a man..."

"You're so kind."

Olbia chuckled, and suddenly, instead of looking at the moonlit ocean, she turned her gaze to Frey's face. Her heart beat an unnatural beat that she didn't know how many times it had happened, and Frey thought that she should have been told beforehand when she was going to do something like that. At the same time, she felt a little angry at herself for being upset over something so trivial. Even though it was just her, why can't she be more confident? "I'm not from this island." "Eh?" Frey was agitated by the sudden change of topic. Looking at him, Olvia said, "I'm a member of a certain archaeological exploration team. To find a certain thing -- it's been a year now, I guess? But of course, in this day and age, I have some experience with rough work, and I thought I could do something about it, but... When you're faced with the "real thing," it's a weak point. There's no way an archaeologist who is only a little prepared can stand up to it..." Olvia lowered her gaze after saying that. To Frey, even that slight movement of her eyes was like a scene from a historical masterpiece -- Olvia continued as follows, while Frey was captivated by it.

"That's why I'm grateful to you. Thanks to you, I and my companions were spared from terrible experiences. Of course, we set out to sea with the intention of not abandoning our journey as long as we were alive, no matter what they did to us... But even so, it would be better if we could avoid such experiences... You were really brave. You are the bravest and most wonderful person I have ever met..."

A strange, tingly sensation ran down Frey's spine and throughout his entire body. "Brave" - "wonderful" - excitement, joy, shame. A blend of these emotions made Frey feel indescribable. Was this a dream, receiving such praise from such an attractive woman? That's what he thought. So,

"I wish I could do something to thank you."

When Olvia said that, Frey said,

"N-no, that's not true..."

I didn't do anything so bold. Frey truly thought so. In fact, he was a pirate of that caliber - a pirate worth over a billion, which was out of the norm for the "Four Seas" including the "West Blue" - but he had handed them over to the Navy so many times that he was sick of them, and to be honest, the words of thanks for being "brave" and "wonderful" earlier were enough.

But Olvia didn't seem to think so,

"No. At least, I'm not convinced. So..."

Suddenly--at least, that's how it felt to Frey--Olivia's face suddenly got closer. Before he knew it, he could only see her eyes, which were unnaturally hot. At the same time, his lips were enveloped in a surprisingly soft and happy touch――

"...? ...! ...!?"

Frey's eyes widen. It was a miracle that he didn't push Olbia away from him, who had acted so suddenly. Well, it could be that he was simply too shocked to move... The few seconds that passed between then and Olbia taking his face away felt like an eternity to Frey. It was an incredible stroke of luck.

"What on earth――"

--What's wrong? Frey couldn't continue speaking. Olbia lightly pushed him down and laid him down, then assumed a position as if she was covering him. Frey's heart was beating so fast that it was about to burst out of his ribs, and all he could do was open and close his mouth like a goldfish, staring in amazement. Olbia's long, beautiful white hair hung right next to his face. Her face, strangely feverish, took up most of his field of vision against the backdrop of the beautiful starry sky... Frey wished time would stop like this.

"... I don't do this to just anyone, you know? Even to those I owe a debt to. But... why? To you... to you..."

Olivia's face slowly drew closer. Frey had no choice but to stop her. There was no way she could. And then--

"... experience?"

What "experience"? There was no need to ask again. "... no," was the best Frey could do at the time. Olivia smiled softly - or so she thought. All Frey could see were her own eyes. Obsidian-like eyes, more beautiful than any jewel she had ever seen...

"... Then I'll teach you. That's my way of saying thank you..."

Saying this, Olbia once again pressed her lips against Frey's. This time, she inserted her tongue. Once again, a sweet current ran through Frey's entire body. His penis was already expanding in a way that could no longer be hidden, and his jeans were pressing against the same part of Olbia's penis. She seemed to sense this and started rubbing it against him, which was unbearable.

A long night was about to begin.

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