Conquering Heroines: Starting From A World Of Zombies

Three months!

A full three months!

He had gone three whole months without touching a woman.

To Ryuji, that was utterly unimaginable. Ever since he began embracing his true self, he had never gone that long without some form of intimate contact.

"Uh… I mean, your desire is admirable, I guess," Roger scratched his head, unable to hold back a jab.

"But with that attitude, I doubt any girl's going to like you."

"And, uh… didn't you noticed?" Roger leaned closer and grimaced. "You stink, man."

He was just being honest. Ryuji had spent almost every day soaking in the sea, but seawater wasn't exactly clean. Right now, he reeked like a fish market—thick with the scent of raw ocean life.

"We need to reach a coastal town—immediately!" Ryuji declared without hesitation. A second later, he finally caught a whiff of himself… and nearly choked.

That smell was atrocious.

"Yes! And once we get there, we're throwing a party!" Roger cheered.

Robin, standing nearby, instinctively swallowed hard.Although any damage to her physical body wouldn't affect her real one—just send back pain sensations—Ryuji in this current state made her worry a little. She wasn't sure she could handle… whatever intense "play" he had in mind.

So when Ryuji turned toward her with eyes practically blazing, Robin didn't hesitate for a second—she immediately unfurled the sails and steered the ship toward the nearest island town.

Yet, even as she navigated, she couldn't help but glance back.

She had been out of contact with Baroque Works for two whole months. And while she seriously doubted Crocodile could ever defeat the Pirate King, the truth remained:Once Ryuji left, and once Roger and his wife returned to the afterlife…

What would become of her?

Robin hadn't planned to stay under Crocodile's thumb forever. But that was still a place she could return to. Leaving like she did—driven by emotion and the memory of her mother—had all but guaranteed she'd be hunted by Crocodile.

Once Ryuji was gone…

She couldn't help imagining herself caught between multiple factions, being hunted from both sides.

And worst of all—though it was commonly believed the East Blue was the weakest of the four seas, Robin wasn't naïve enough to buy that narrative. She knew full well that all pirates—no matter how powerful—originated from one of the four seas before sailing to the Grand Line.

And those warlords, emperors, and pirate kings who made waves in the New World?

They didn't stay there because they couldn't cross back over the Calm Belt.

They stayed because of one simple truth:

The four seas were where the real power of the Marines lay.

No matter how fearsome a pirate might be in the Grand Line, as long as they didn't stir up trouble in the four seas, the World Government didn't care.

After all, the four seas were their true strongholds.People on the Grand Line were still people, sure.But what, people in the four seas weren't?

They just had no reason to become pirates.If the World Government ever lifted the bounties of a few pirates, there'd probably be a whole flood of them lining up to go back to civilian life.

But of course, the World Government never cared about those individuals. So naturally, no pardons were coming.

"…Whatever. One step at a time," Robin murmured to herself.

If worst came to worst…There was always one other group she could turn to.

The Revolutionary Army.

They would probably welcome her—and she was sure they'd be very interested in someone who could read the Poneglyphs.

With that thought, a bit of the tension eased from her heart.

Under Robin's precise control, the boat soon arrived at a town called Mango Village—a completely unremarkable place among the four seas. One of countless such coastal towns. No naval base, no major defenses—just quiet civilian life.

And so, their group landed without trouble.

Roger was immediately dragged off by his wife to look for old newspapers and news clippings—desperate to find out more about Ace's whereabouts. From Robin's intel, they had learned Ace had already set sail, and the two parents were eager for any glimpse of their son.

Meanwhile, Ryuji had locked himself in a room at the inn… and was furiously scrubbing himself down.

"Goddamn it… this stench is impossible."

Even after bathing, Ryuji sniffed himself and grimaced. The fishy, salty odor had seeped deep into his skin. It was as if he'd been marinated in seawater. No matter how hard he scrubbed, the smell clung to him like a curse.

Just as he was beginning to despair, someone knocked on his door.

He opened it… and found Robin standing there.

"I figured you might need this." She handed him a bar of soap, freshly bought from a local shop. "It's specially made to get rid of sea stench."

Ryuji's eyes immediately lit up at the sight of her—and Robin, noticing that burning gaze, leaned lazily against the doorframe.

"What's with that look of yours?" she asked with a knowing smirk.

But she just posed out of habit, only to be abruptly pulled into Ryuji's embrace as his lips crashed onto hers.

Ryuji ravaged Robin's mouth with desperate hunger, his tongue tangling aggressively with hers. After a brief moment of surprise, Robin didn't resist—instead, she matched his fervor, her own tongue dancing against his as her body melted into his touch.

His hands roamed freely over her voluptuous curves—the full swell of her breasts, the plush roundness of her hips—each squeeze and caress stoking the heat between them.

Thanks to his earlier... demonstrations, Robin knew exactly what awaited her. By the time his fingers brushed against her pussy, her lace panties were already soaking wet.

But at that moment—

"I'm on my period."

A single sentence shattered the mood.

Ryuji froze, staring at the black lace bra and matching panties Robin had deliberately worn. A vein pulsed in his forehead as he brought his fingers to his nose—the metallic tang of blood confirmed it.

Are you fucking kidding me?!

He nearly saw red. You dress like this, tease me like this—knowing full well you're on your period?!

"...."

Just as he was about to kick Robin out of his room, Robin snapped her fingers.

Poof.

An exact replica of herself—naked, glistening, and sprawled face-down on the bed—materialized before him. The clone's peach-perfect rear was on full display, its petals parted invitingly like a ripened fruit split down the middle.

"Since you've been working so hard lately," Robin purred, her hand sliding into his pants, "I thought I'd put in some effort too. Behold—my newest technique."

Her fingers curled around him dick.

"But since we haven't settled our... negotiations yet," she whispered, breath hot against his ear, "I can't let you have the real thing so easily~"

Her voice dripped with amusement. She could feel everything her clone experienced—not only could she indulge in the pleasure, but she could also tease him relentlessly. It was absolutely perfect!

You little—!

Rage surged through Ryuji's veins. Without hesitation, he grabbed Robin beside him, ignoring her startled yelp as he stripped her bare and tossed her onto the bed where her clone lay.

Slamming the door shut, he advanced with his dick already rock hard, his gaze locked onto Robin, who lounged lazily on the sheets, her fingers tracing idle patterns along the clone's back.

"Oh? Planning to put yourself at a disadvantage in negotiations?" She smirked, utterly unfazed. After all, it was just a clone taking the punishment—what did she have to fear?

"No," Ryuji growled. "Today, I'm fucking you."

Robin's smirk faltered for the first time as Ryuji loomed over her, his expression dark with predatory intent. His fingers tangled in her dark hair, tilting her head back as his other hand traced the curve of her waist—her real waist—not the clone's.

"W-Wait," Robin breathed, her voice losing its usual composure. "The terms—"

"Fuck the terms," Ryuji growled, his grip tightening. "You dangled yourself in front of me, thinking I'd settle for a copy? You underestimated me, Nico Robin."

Her pulse spiked as his knee pressed between her thighs, forcing them apart. The clone lay forgotten beside them, its purpose now irrelevant.

Robin's breath hitched when Ryuji's fingers slid beneath the waistband of her soaked panties, his touch searing against her flushed skin.

As a warrior who mastered blood arts to make enemies bleed endlessly, he naturally knew how to stop bleeding too. His palm slammed against Robin's lower abdomen, and instantly, she felt warmth—then flame.

The same torment Azula had endured now raged inside Robin.

Her back arched violently as liquid gushed from her in an uncontrollable wave. The searing pleasure-pain was unbearable—her mind teetered on the edge of collapse. Only sheer will kept her conscious.

The flames vanished as quickly as they came.

"Perfect." Ryuji grinned, admiring his handiwork—no more bleeding. Then, under Robin's wide, horrified eyes, he took out his dick .

"Now, Devil Child… prepare to be purged!"

After three long months of restraint, Ryuji showed no mercy—plunging deep without warning. Robin's head snapped back with a strangled cry, but he silenced her with a searing kiss as he began his relentless assault.

Robin's back arched off the bed, a gasp tearing from her lips as pleasure and pain collided in a white-hot burst. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him deeper as Ryuji set a punishing pace, each snap of his hips driving her further toward oblivion.

No clones. No tricks. Just her—spread beneath him, unraveling in ways she hadn't anticipated.

"You—ah!—you bastard," she panted, her voice trembling.

Ryuji's grin was wolfish as he leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. "And yet," he murmured against her mouth, "you're dripping for me."

Robin couldn't deny it. Every thrust, every rough grind of his hips sent sparks through her veins. She had played with fire—and now, she was burning.

Three months of deprivation had forged something terrifying.

His pace was merciless, giving Robin no chance to adjust—only an endless, overwhelming tide of pleasure. Like Azula before her, she was swept into the storm, unable to escape the brutal rhythm.

This wasn't lovemaking. This was conquest.

Ryuji cared only for his own release, though Robin's tight, inner walls made him very satisfied, but..

No! I must completely break her!

She never stood a chance.

By her first climax Robin's body kept twitching, but Ryuji was already dragging her trembling clone into the fray. One hand kneaded Robin's breasts, the other groped her clone's butt.—and when his fingers plunged into the clone's pussy—

"Oh? Interesting."

The clone's inner muscles clenched perfectly, and Robin's body shuddered in sync.

His eyes gleamed with predatory delight. He doubled down, fingers pistoning into the clone while his hips hammered into Robin's quivering form.

The stimulation was exponential.

He added more fingers, stretching the clone wider—yet no matter how much it took, that intoxicating tightness never faded.

Robin whimpered, assaulted by double the pleasure.

"Hah… So this is how 'One Piece' bodies work?" Ryuji marveled. Even at their limits, they adapted—likely evolved to handle… disparate partnerships in this world.

For a fleeting second, he wondered if certain… top-heavy anatomies served similar purposes. Then he buried the thought and fucked harder.

Robin's body was exquisite. With each thrust, her cervix yielded further—until, with one brutal snap of his hips, Ryuji breached it.

"Now," he snarled against her lips, "you take every fucking inch."

And she did.

His hips pistoned into her with a savage rhythm, each snap of his pelvis punishing, each withdrawal dragging her inner walls taut before slamming back in. The bed rocked, the headboard cracked—Robin's nails raked his back, drawing blood, but he only fucked her harder.

She screamed, tears streaming as she clung to him—yet her traitorous body shuddering through another climax. Gushing around him, her body clamped down in helpless spasms.

Ryuji had no intension to show mercy and continued to pound into her.

"F-fuck—!" Robin sobbed, her thighs shaking. "T-too much—!"

By the time he spilled his semen release directly into her womb, Robin had long since passed out, eyes rolled back, her body twitching erratically from overstimulation.

"Tch. Weak."

Ryuji scowled at her limp form, sticky white fluids leaking from her pussy still twitching. Four climaxes and she was done? He hadn't even started.

Ryuji's gaze burned with three months of pent-up hunger as he surveyed the wreckage of Robin's clone. The real Robin lay unconscious nearby, her body still trembling from their earlier encounter.

I've already filled her to the brim... he thought, eyeing the clone's similarly ravaged form. The sheer volume would have been impossible for any normal woman to contain - three months' worth of frustrated desire demanded release.

As Robin's clone twitched unconsciously, Ryuji made his decision. What followed was anything but gentle. The real Robin, hovering at the edge of consciousness, was plunged back into dark bliss by tsunami waves of pleasure radiating through their psychic link. Her hips jerked involuntarily against the sheets.

Where Ryuji had shown restraint with the original, he held nothing back with the copy. No need to worry about permanent damage meant no limits. 

Robin's clone endured the same treatment—even worse. When her body couldn't possibly hold more, Ryuji took her other entrance. When even that overflowed, he discarded dignity entirely, pressing her face to the bed and—

"Ghk—!"

The unconscious Robin even felt like she was about to suffocate in her dream, which made her unconscious for even longer!

She gasped for air that wouldn't come, drowning in sensations that dragged her deeper into unconsciousness. Each time she neared wakefulness, fresh assaults from Ryuji's relentless assault through their connection sent her spiraling back down.

Strange... Ryuji noted between thrusts. The clone should have dissipated when Robin lost consciousness. Yet it remained solid beneath him, petals trembling with each impact. Only when he forced one final, impossible load down its throat did the construct finally give way - exploding in a shower of cherry blossoms that rained his release onto the real Robin's unconscious form.

AFTERMATH

The sight of Robin lying amidst the floral wreckage, skin glistening with his essence, brought momentary clarity. With a flick of his wrist, Ryuji gathered the spilled fluids into a nearby cup - the inn's lack of proper facilities necessitating improvisation. What remained inside Robin's body was beyond even his water bending to extract.

The human body, by nature, was the vessel of both spirit and energy. But those forces fluctuated constantly, making it incredibly difficult to perceive the water within a person's body—unless one underwent intense, specialized training.

Ryuji hadn't reached that level yet. He couldn't sense blood or internal moisture with water bending alone, and his spiritual energy simply wasn't strong enough.

Looking at Robin, her breathing faint but steady, guilt prickled in his chest. He slowly extended his hand and summoned the Dragon force flames, letting the warm, healing fire gently envelop her body.

In the next moment, Robin's eyes flew open—snapped awake by the unfamiliar, almost eerie warmth licking at her skin. She could feel her strength rapidly returning… and also saw the awkward, guilty expression plastered across Ryuji's face.

Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped at him.

But Ryuji caught her wrist mid-swing.

"Woman! You can't just hit my face!"

"Fine. Then I'll hit this instead!"

Robin narrowed her eyes dangerously. In the blink of an eye, a ghostly hand sprouted from Ryuji's body—seizing his manhood in an iron grip.

"W-Whoa whoa whoa—Robin! Let's talk this out!"

"You bastard..." Robin gritted her teeth, her knuckles turning white. This brute had nearly fucked her to death!

Her clone hadn't dispersed from magical exhaustion—it had choked to collapse after being force-fed beyond capacity! The sheer volume he'd pumped into her... it had to be at least a liter!

"…Sorry, okay? It's been three months without a woman!" Ryuji apologized awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

Feeling the swelling in her grip, Robin clicked her tongue and let go, only to plant her foot firmly on his face with a solid whack.

Unfortunately, the sudden jolt made the residual fluids inside her shift slightly—causing her expression to twist in horror.

"You disgusting brute!"

Without another word, she threw a blanket in his face and promptly kicked him out of the room.

Not that she'd been unwilling—when she'd set her seduction trap, she'd fully expected things might go this far. But never in her wildest nightmares had she anticipated this level of raw power all at once!

Just as Ryuji stumbled out into the hallway, wrapped in a blanket, he saw Roger emerging from the next room over with a massive grin.

Roger gave him a big thumbs-down.

"One night? That's it? Back in my day, I could go three days and nights without stopping!"

Ryuji suspected that was an exaggeration—but chose to fan the old man's pride.

"Really?! You must have had countless lovers then! Which island had the most beautiful women?"

His look of admiration made Roger puff out his chest proudly, completely unaware of the shadow looming behind him.

"Oh, absolutely! Let me tell you—Dressrosa and Amazon Lily. I once had a party with at least—"

"ROGER."

Roger froze. His wife's voice echoed like a death sentence.

Once again… he felt the chill of death upon his back.

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Bonus chapter every 200 Power Stones.