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DCG: Chapter 18
🕑 Added 2025-01-05 15:01:54 +0000 UTCTitle: Dragon Maid
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If it weren’t for the fact that the Kuja Pirates never accepted pirates from outside, and that Amazon Lily itself had a small population with a limited number of female warriors trained in the ways of the Kuja, the expansion of the Kuja Pirates would have been even faster.
After a heartfelt reunion and exchange, even though the Pirate Empress's physical abilities were not weak, she still couldn't withstand Borsalino’s repeated "efforts". Her delicate body, worn out, nestled against his and fell into a deep sleep.
Fully satisfied, Borsalino breathed in the alluring fragrance around him and immediately began to stir again.
"Ah, it would be great if Nami were here too..."
Borsalino thought greedily but didn’t have the heart to wake Hancock. Instead, he decided to connect to the dimensional chat group in his mind, just to kill some time.
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[Kobayashi: @Everyone! There’s a dragon outside my house! What should I do?!]
[Haibara Ai: Huh? What the hell?]
[Jotaro Kujo: ...Need help?]
[Random:... Just a friendly reminder, think about what you did last night.]
[Kobayashi: Are you talking about me? Last night? Let me think... I got drunk, then... Aahhhhhh!]
[Random: Looks like you remembered, huh? Sigh, some people have been struggling for years and are still weaklings, while others just step outside and find a dragon maid. It's just unfair.]
[Borsalino: Huh, Kobayashi-san’s dragon maid came to visit? @Jotaro Kujo, how’s it going over there?]
[The Guy Who Wants to Cling to Luo Feng's Leg: Ah, the great Kizaru-sama is here too. Can chakra be refined in your world?]
[Jotaro Kujo: Very good, thanks for asking, Mr. Borsalino.]
[Borsalino: No problem, it’s easy to refine chakra, it’s just the combination of mental and physical energy. If all goes well, Jotaro-san, you should be able to do it as well... @Orochimaru, I’ve got the Devil Fruits, both are Paramecia types, that’s fine, right?]
[Orochimaru: That’s fine, Paramecia types are good.]
[Haibara Ai: @Kobayashi, how’s the situation now? If there’s danger, remember to ask for help.]
[Orochimaru: Heh, I happen to have some free time. Afterward, all I’ll need is some dragon flesh samples.]
[Random: Ah... Orochimaru, please don’t go too far, Kobayashi’s dragon maid has explosive combat power, she’s not someone to mess with...]
[Orochimaru: That’s even more exciting.]
[Borsalino: If you need help, I can step in as well.]
[Kobayashi: Uh, not for now... Though it might sound a bit strange, I’ve already agreed to let Tohru stay as a maid...]
[The Guy Who Wants to Cling to Luo Feng's Leg:I also want a dragon maid aaahhhhh!]
[Haibara Ai: A dragon maid? If she doesn't breathe fire and burn things, she seems pretty good.]
[Borsalino: @The Guy Who Wants to Cling to Luo Feng's Leg, I can't help with the maid, but if you want a dragon, how about a Millennium Dragon? I remember there are plenty in the East Blue.]
[Orochimaru: Millennium... Dragon? A dragon that lives for a thousand years?]
[Polusalino: Not sure, I just know it’s called a Millennium Dragon, and no one knows for sure if it can live for a thousand years.]
[Orochimaru: I see. If possible, I’d like to have some tissue samples from the Millennium Dragon, and if I can get a live one, that would be even better.]
[The Guy Who Wants to Cling to Luo Feng's Leg: Thanks, Kizaru-sama, but it’s fine. What I really want is a maid... And Orochimaru, please don’t ruin the Millennium Dragons, they’re an endangered species, not easy to come by. Also, does your world have any other immortality-related goodies?]
[Orochimaru: Heh… You sure know a lot. I’m starting to get more and more interested in you, Mr. Random.]
[Borsalino: I don’t have any maids, but there might be some female warriors.]
[The Guy Who Wants to Cling to Luo Feng's Leg: I’m sorry, I was wrong! Please don’t take an interest in me!]
After chatting with the group of silly friends for a while, Borsalino suddenly opened his eyes. What he saw before him was Hancock's stunning face and her intoxicated gaze.
“Borsalino-sama...”
Hancock was sitting on top of Kizaru, her flawless body fully exposed from his angle. Even though Borsalino had a strong will, his heart rate instinctively quickened.
As if sensing Borsalino’s burning gaze, Hancock deliberately straightened her waist. The moment of tightness almost overwhelmed the battle-hardened Borsalino.
“Still calling me ‘sama’?”
Not wanting to embarrass himself, Borsalino slightly exerted himself and sat up.
Amid Hancock's exclamation, he pulled her into his embrace, gently holding her smooth chin while smiling and saying,
"My dear..."
Hancock exhaled softly, extending her pale arms to wrap around his neck, which awakened someone’s primal instincts!
In Hancock's startled cry, another round of indescribable passionate combat ensued.
The next morning, as the sunlight filtered through the curtains, Hancock awoke from her beautiful dream, feeling sore all over but with an unusual sense of satisfaction.
Her almost translucent, fair body was breathtaking under the sunlight, but unfortunately, the only person who could appreciate the view was not present.
At the highest point of Nine Snake Island stood the Emperor's exclusive palace. The balcony outside the palace was the most scenic spot on the island, in every possible sense!
"Hiss, such a domineering figure, too bad the face is just average... Oh! What a huge... head, how does he even sleep with a head this big?"
Borsalino, dressed only in a pair of beach shorts, stood holding a telescope, occasionally commenting on the Nine Snake Island female warriors passing through his lens.
But even if Nami came over, Borsalino could still openly claim he wasn’t slacking off.
He was simply soaking up the sun to get stronger, and in his spare time, just casually observing... calling him the "Lazy Admiral" was a slander!
‘Bru Bru, Bru Bru…’
A familiar sound rang out.
Hancock's sister, Marigold, hurried over holding a den den mushi.
Clearly, this den den mushi was Borsalino’s personal one, and why it was on Nine Snake Island was a question worth pondering.
"Moshi moshi, this is the most handsome Marine Admiral, Borsalino."
Casually picking up the den den mushi, Borsalino spoke leisurely.
On the other end of the line, the person was clearly caught off guard by such shameless behavior, and after a long pause, they finally spoke.
"This is Sengoku. Has the operation to recruit the Seven Warlords started yet?"
Admiral Sengoku's voice sounded somewhat urgent. Even the renowned strategist Sengoku felt a bit uneasy when facing an enemy like the Whitebeard Pirates.
