Chapter 7 - Trish Date~❤️

- Zyon -

"Hey. Why did you attack knowing your allies are here? Do you intend to kill them?" I asked in anger seeing he seemed heartless.

"They are failures for not being able to uphold what it means to be a marine." He spoke and attacked once again while I swatted his attack away negating his power, shocking him.

I cast a powerful barrier around my restaurant to keep it safe. My guests and staff needed protection, and I wouldn't let this brute put their lives in danger. As the barrier shimmered into place, the man—who introduced himself as Sakazuki, also known as Akainu—continued spouting nonsense about "absolute justice."

"You're just another tyrant hiding behind ideals," I said coldly, stepping forward. He sneered, his magma-coated fists glowing ominously. 

"Dai Funka!" he roared, launching a massive fist of molten lava straight at me. The heat alone scorched the air, reducing the remnants of the forest to smoldering cinders. I stood my ground, activating my Worthless ability. The magma lost its destructive properties the moment it came into my range, dissolving harmlessly into black ash before it could reach me.

Akainu's eyes widened in disbelief. 

"What the hell? What did you do?!"

"I told you," I said, drawing my katana, its blade glinting ominously.

"You just pissed me off."

He lunged forward with a barrage of attacks, shouting.

"Ryūsei Kazan!" as he rained down countless magma fists like meteors. The sky darkened with the sheer number of them, each one capable of obliterating anything it touched. 

I raised my blade, channeling my demonic energy into it, and slashed upward. A massive shockwave of energy erupted, slicing through the falling magma and dissipating the attack entirely. 

"You rely too much on your power," I taunted, vanishing in a blur and reappearing directly in front of him. 

"Let me show you what true power looks like."

I swung my blade, and Akainu barely managed to block with his magma-covered arm. The force of the blow sent him skidding back, his feet digging trenches into the scorched earth. 

"Inugami Guren!" he bellowed, forming a massive, snarling dog of magma that lunged at me with feral intensity. I dodged effortlessly, slashing through the construct and dissipating it instantly. Before he could react, I closed the distance again, delivering a crushing knee to his gut that caused him to spit blood.

"You're all bark and no bite," I said, glaring down at him as he stumbled. 

"Justice, you say? All I see is a hypocrite who sacrifices his own men."

Akainu roared in fury, his body erupting into a volcanic inferno. 

"I'll show you the true meaning of justice!" He charged at me with reckless abandon, his fists blazing with molten fury. 

I sidestepped his wild swings and planted a hand on his chest, activating Worthless directly on his body. His magma abilities flickered and failed, his molten form reverting to flesh. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what had happened. 

"No… impossible…!"

"Your time is up," I said coldly, driving my katana through his chest. The blade pierced his heart, ending his life in one decisive strike. Akainu's body fell limp, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ash-filled sky. 

The battlefield grew silent, the oppressive heat dissipating as his magma powers faded completely. I withdrew my blade and wiped it clean, looking down at his corpse with disdain.

"This is the fate of those who abuse their power," I muttered, turning back toward my restaurant. 

The barrier shimmered as I stepped through it, the warmth and safety of my establishment a stark contrast to the scorched wasteland outside. Kie and the girls stood at the top of the stairs, their expressions a mix of relief and awe.

"It's over," I said, offering a reassuring smile. 

"You're safe now." 

The black-haired girl stepped forward hesitantly, her voice trembling. 

"Thank you… for saving us." I nodded, patting her head gently.

"Rest now. You're under my protection." 

As I turned back to clean up the mess outside, one thought lingered in my mind: I needed stronger allies to act as security for my restaurant. For now, though, peace has been restored.

I wonder if my restaurant is protected? Regardless, I believed the shop that led to that world should vanish. For now, I looked at the girls and once everything calmed down, I was able to talk to them asking their names and what had happened. But they could only tell him about their name and were afraid to tell me about their past. 

The black haired one was Boa Hancock, the amber haired was Boa Marigold and the green haired was Boa Sandersonia 

"You don't have to force yourself. Tell me when you all are ready. How about I make you three some food? Don't worry about paying." I said as I went to my kitchen to make them some delicious meals. I let Kie handle them since she's a mother and should know what to say. 

I walked into the kitchen, gathering ingredients for a comforting meal. My first thought was to create something warm and nourishing—a dish that would soothe their weary souls. 

I decided on a classic stew paired with freshly baked bread. The stew would be hearty, filled with tender chunks of beef, root vegetables, and a rich, savory broth. I also prepared a side of creamy mashed potatoes and a light salad to balance the flavors.

As I heated the pot, the aroma of sautéing onions and garlic filled the air, mingling with the scent of rosemary and thyme. I carefully browned the beef, allowing its natural juices to enhance the stew's depth. 

Carrots, potatoes, and celery were added next, their vibrant colors a promise of warmth and comfort. I deglazed the pot with red wine before pouring in a rich beef stock, letting the mixture simmer until the flavors melded together beautifully.

While the stew simmered, I prepared the bread dough, kneading it until it was soft and pliable. After letting it rise, I shaped the dough into rolls and brushed them with melted butter before placing them in the oven. As they baked, their golden crusts turned a perfect hue, filling the kitchen with the scent of freshly baked bread.

For the mashed potatoes, I boiled them until they were fork-tender, then whipped them with butter, cream, and a hint of garlic until they were smooth and creamy. Finally, I tossed crisp lettuce, cherry tomatoes, cucumber slices, and a light vinaigrette for the salad.

Once everything was ready, I arranged the meal on plates and brought it out to the dining area, where Kie was speaking gently with the girls. Their eyes lit up when they saw the food, a mix of amazement and disbelief. 

As they began to eat, tears streamed down their faces. They murmured between bites. 

"It's been so long since we've eaten something like this... It's so warm and tastes so good..." 

I watched quietly, letting them savor the moment. When they finished, I spoke softly.

 "Whatever happened to you before, I promise it won't happen again. You're safe here. Take your time, and when you're ready, we'll talk." 

They nodded, their gratitude evident despite their silence. For now, the food and the warmth of the restaurant seemed to provide the comfort they desperately needed.

The three sisters finally seemed comfortable enough to open up. Their voices trembled as they recounted their harrowing past. They spoke of being captured and sold into slavery, enduring years of torment under the oppressive rule of the Celestial Dragons. Tears streamed down their faces as they recalled the cruelty and the shame of bearing the marks that symbolized their enslavement.

I clenched my fists, fury boiling inside me as they mentioned the Celestial Dragons. The idea of annihilating those tyrants crossed my mind, but I knew it would be dangerous and require careful planning. For now, my focus was on the girls and ensuring their safety and recovery.

Kie listened intently, her expression one of deep sorrow and anger. She pulled them close, her motherly instincts taking over as she whispered words of comfort, reassuring them that they were no longer alone. 

As their story ended, I spoke.

"If you'd like, I can remove the marks. It shouldn't be impossible."

The room fell silent as they stared at me in shock. Boa Hancock, usually composed despite her past, looked at me with wide, tearful eyes. 

"You can… remove them?" she whispered.

I nodded.

"Yes. If you trust me, I'll do everything in my power to erase those symbols of pain from your bodies."

They exchanged glances, hesitant but hopeful. Finally, Hancock stepped forward.

"Please," she said, her voice trembling. 

"If you can do it, I'll gladly accept."

I gave her a reassuring smile. 

"Very well. I'll need to see the mark to understand how to remove it."

Hancock hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Turning around, she slowly lifted her attire, revealing the hated brand etched into her back—a mark of her suffering and humiliation. It was a cruel symbol that no one should bear. 

I took a deep breath, gathering my energy and focusing my abilities. 

"Trust me," I said softly. 

"You are free." 

At that moment, it began to fade away as I used my sacred gear [ Envision ] to remove the Tattoos and apply new skin. Eventually it was completely gone.

"Nee-san! I-It's gone!" Marigold exclaimed and Hancock was in tears then suddenly she embraced me.

"Thank you! Thank you!!" She kept repeating and I wanted to push her away since I could feel her chest against my body. 

"Uhm…You're welcome but Hancock your…uhmm..your chest is pressing against mine." I said and She stepped back then blush quickly pulled down her shirt. 

"I-I'm sorry." She said and I shook my head.

"No, it's fine. I understand how you feel. Now, you two, it's your turn." I said and I quickly healed the two, freeing them from the mark. I was happy that they were safe and let them celebrate until I decided to ask the three what they would do from then on. 

"C-Can we stay here? We'll work for you! I don't want to return to that place anymore." She was shivering from the thought of it and I smiled softly.

"Of course, I don't mind. I'm going to need to contact someone first to give you girls a place." I said and called Yasaka as I explained the situation arriving soon after. The boa sisters looked at Yasaka, surprised by her appearance and I introduced her to them. 

"She will give you a place to stay and live as well as help you adjust to your new home." I said and they were grateful that I would help them. 

"You three did an amazing job enduring this far. I'll do my best to help you get back on your feet." She said and I'm grateful that Yasaka helped them. 

- Zyon - 

Today was Sunday. Yesterday was hectic, Boa's sister was brought to Kyoto and currently helped by Yasaka to adjust to their new home. At this moment, I was currently taking Trish on a date. 

I stood at the entrance of my restaurant, adjusting my collar as I waited for Trish. She arrived a few minutes later and stepped out of the restaurant door in an elegant dress that shimmered in the soft light. Her hair was perfectly styled, and her confidence radiated with every step she took. 

"Wow," I said, unable to keep the admiration out of my voice. 

"You look stunning, Trish. That dress suits you perfectly."

She gave a playful smirk. 

"Thanks. You clean up pretty well yourself. I was worried you'd show up in your apron."

"Hey, that apron is iconic," I joked, pretending to be offended. 

"But no, I figured a date with you deserved the fancy version of me." She laughed, and her laugh was light and melodic.

"Well, I approve. So, where are you taking me?" I gestured to my car parked nearby. 

"You'll see. Just know it's a place worthy of someone as gorgeous as you."

"Flatterer," she said, rolling her eyes, though the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her amusement.

I opened the car door for her, and she slipped inside with a smile. 

"I could get used to this treatment," she teased as I got in and started the engine.

"I'll have to keep raising the bar, then," I replied with a grin, pulling out onto the road. We finally arrived at the restaurant, an upscale establishment with soft lighting and a luxurious ambiance. I parked the car and offered her my arm as we walked in. 

"You're really pulling out all the stops, huh?" she said, raising an eyebrow as we were led to a private table.

"Only the best for you," I replied, pulling out her chair. 

"Hmm, I could get used to this," she said with a mischievous grin, settling into her seat. The evening was off to a perfect start, filled with laughter, teasing.

Our food arrived, plated beautifully, though I couldn't help but notice Trish giving the dishes a once-over before taking a bite. She chewed thoughtfully and glanced at me with a small smirk.

"It's good," she said, setting her fork down for a moment. 

"But, honestly, I prefer your cooking."

I chuckled, feeling a small swell of pride. "Coming from you, that's high praise. Thanks."

We continued eating, letting the conversation flow naturally. It didn't take long before the topic shifted to what happened yesterday with Hancock and her sisters. I explained how they were settling in Kyoto under Yasaka's care, and Trish nodded thoughtfully, her expression softening.

"I'm glad you were able to help them," she said, her tone sincere. 

"What they went through must've been horrible. It's good they have someone like you looking out for them."

Her words warmed me, but then she leaned in slightly, a teasing glint in her eye. 

"Although, you do realize you've probably just expanded your harem again, right?"

I sighed, a faint smile tugging at my lips. 

"You might not be wrong, but I'm letting things flow naturally. Like with Kie. No rushing into anything."

Trish nodded, her playful expression fading into something more understanding. 

"Fair enough. Just don't let them take advantage of that big heart of yours."

We shifted to lighter topics after that, laughing and joking as we finished our meal. When the plates were cleared and the waiter brought the bill, I reached into my breast pocket, my fingers brushing against the small box I'd brought with me. Taking a deep breath, I pulled it out and placed it on the table in front of Trish.

"What's this?" she asked, her curiosity piqued as she opened the box.

Inside was a delicate necklace, its silver chain catching the light and drawing attention to the small, intricately designed pendant at its center. It was a lotus flower, symbolizing rebirth and resilience—qualities I admired in her.

Her eyes widened, mesmerized. 

"It's beautiful," she whispered.

"It's a gift," I said, my voice soft but steady. 

"For being you."

Trish looked at me, her expression melting into one of pure joy. She carefully took the necklace from the box and held it up. 

"Help me put it on?"

I stood and stepped behind her, clasping the necklace around her neck. Once it was in place, she touched the pendant gently, her smile radiant.

"Thank you," she said, standing to face me. Before I could reply, she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, her lips warm against my skin. She lingered for a moment before pulling back, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes.

"Later," she whispered, her voice low and full of promise.

"You'll get something even better."

I froze, heat rising to my face as she smirked and sat back down, acting as if nothing had happened. I chuckled awkwardly, shaking my head as I returned to my seat.

"Guess I'll have to look forward to that," I said, trying to match her playful tone.

The rest of the evening passed with a comfortable ease, the two of us basking in each other's company as the city lights twinkled outside.

We soon left the restaurant and Trish insisted on taking her somewhere private to give her a gift to me. I did and parked in a secluded spot, the tension in the car was palpable. 

Trish's touch sent electric currents through my body as she began to stroke my erection with a gentle, yet firm grip. Her eyes locked onto mine, full of desire and mischief, as she leaned in closer. I felt her warm breath against my neck, sending shivers down my spine as she whispered.

"I want to thank you properly for everything."

Without waiting for a response, she bent down and took the head of my cock into her mouth, her soft, wet tongue swirling around it in a tantalizing dance. My eyes rolled back as she worked her way down the shaft, her mouth tight and eager, her hand still stroking the base. She knew just how to make me feel alive, her skills unrivaled.

Her movements grew more vigorous, her mouth bobbing up and down, her hand working in rhythm with her eager sucks. I groaned, my hips instinctively bucking against her face, the pleasure building inside me like a storm. She moaned in response, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through me. I reached out, my fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her, setting the pace that I needed.

The world outside the car was a blur as she took me deeper, her mouth hot and wet, her tongue teasing my sensitive spot. The leather of the seats creaked under me as I leaned back, giving in to the sensations. I felt my climax approaching, my whole body tensing in anticipation.

Trish looked up, her eyes full of heat and need, and she pulled away for a moment, her lips glistening with my precum. 

"Do you want to come?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

"More than anything," I replied, my voice strained with need.

With a wicked smile, she took me back into her mouth, her pace frantic, her hand now squeezing the base of my cock. I could feel the tightness in my balls, the pressure building up to a crescendo. And then, with a guttural groan, I released my load, spurting into her mouth as she eagerly swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving mine.

We sat there for a moment, catching our breaths, the only sound the steady tick of the car's cooling engine. Then she sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. 

"Now that's a gift," she said, her voice husky with arousal.

I chuckled, still reeling from the intensity of the moment. 

"You certainly know how to make an impression."

"Just returning the favor," she said, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek before readjusting her dress. 

"Now, let's get you home, chef. I would like to have gone all the way but I let Yasaka have it."