One Piece: Yujiro Hanma

In the resting room of Partys Bar, the air was thick with humid heat.

The sheets were tangled, stuck to the mattress with the dampness of their bodies, and the dim light filtering through the curtain fell over the silhouettes on the bed.

Tiberion, completely naked, sat up on the edge of the bed.

Makino, still blushing, lay on her side behind him, her legs still trembling. A white sheet barely covered her hips and part of her chest, but one breast was exposed, marked with bite marks, and her belly still swollen.

The insides of her thighs were still stained with Tiberion's remains.

She watched him closely, and although it was hard to admit what she felt, she couldn't deny it: in just a few hours, she had become irreversibly bound to him.

Tiberion hadn't courted her. He had quite literally raped her.

His first thrust had been a brutal assertion, and she screamed—not out of fear, but surprise, from a pleasure she had never known.

He didn't ask permission, yet he didn't hurt her either, and led her into the abyss of carnal pleasure.

As she recalled her first time, a name came to her mind…

Shanks… but now, he was just an echo. For years, she had felt something for him. But Shanks had never looked at her the way Tiberion did: as if she were his, as if he couldn't allow anyone else to touch her.

Ace, Luffy, even the village itself… all faded away.

In that room, nothing else remained. Only the two of them. Love, guilt, judgment… all had been consumed by a passion that swept everything in its path.

And now, even though he was still there, right in front of her, she could already feel his absence. She knew he would leave.

She moved in silence, wrapped her arms around him from behind, and rested her face between his muscles. Her cheek, brushing against his burning skin, absorbed that heat… and with a trembling breath, she filled herself with the scent she had already learned to love.

And tears began to fall.

"T-Tiberion… will you come back…?"

The question came as a plea from the depths of her womb, that very womb still throbbing with the warmth of his seed.

Tiberion lowered his gaze, and his voice was the only answer she needed:

"Makino, live each day in peace. A year from now, I'll come to see our child."

Upon hearing him, Makino broke.

Not out of sadness, but from an emotion so intense it hurt. The tears mixed with a low, trembling laugh, and her fingers slid down his abdomen to his still-erect member—the very thing that had reached the deepest part of her insides.

Pressing her body against his, she whispered:

"I will give birth to a boy for you… A strong son, just like you."

Upon hearing those words, filled with love and provocation, Tiberion suddenly turned.

He lifted her off the mattress with one hand and kissed her as if desire had never faded for even a second.

Their tongues intertwined with urgency, while his hand gently caressed her belly.

Then, without another word, he stood up, pulled on his pants, and walked through the door.

"..."

Makino watched him leave, clutching the still-damp pillow. When the door closed behind his broad shoulders, the silence was complete—but inside her, a new life had just begun to bloom.

…

Wearing only pants, he appeared in the tavern. His aura expanded like a wave in all directions, charged with testosterone that electrified the air.

When his red eyes fell upon Hancock, there was no tenderness. No courtesy. He looked at her like a hungry lion staring at prey.

"You were looking for me, Hancock?"

The deep, magnetic voice hit Hancock before she could even register it. A chill ran down her spine, slithering up like a snake to her neck.

Was it him…? Was that Tiberion Hanma's voice…?

Had he come out because he heard her? Because of her…?

With a stir of emotion, she slowly turned and saw him.

"..."

Time froze, and her breathing faltered.

As if her very soul cried out upon seeing that human monster standing there, arms hanging like weapons, chest so massive it looked ready to burst.

What kind of being was that…? How could something like him even exist?

The muscles—God. Every fiber looked packed with power. There was nothing soft about him. Not a single gentle curve, not a trace of humanity in those red eyes. Just that hardened face, the defined jaw, and a silent hatred heavier than the air.

And despite all that savagery… she felt irresistibly drawn to him.

"Gulp…"

She swallowed, but it caught in her throat. Her face lost its color, her arms went cold, and her legs trembled with a reflex she couldn't control.

But it was the scent that shattered her.

That strong, invasive scent.

And then, panic struck.

A voice inside her screamed that she was in danger.

'He's going to rape me…'

She couldn't take it. Every second in front of him felt like standing at the edge of an abyss of violation and absolute submission. A deep fear—but… laced with desire.

"..."

Three seconds. That's all she could endure.

Boom

She recoiled as if struck in the chest. Her feet moved on their own and she ran—bolted from the bar like a madwoman, her heart pounding a thousand beats per minute.

As she passed through the door, she brought both hands to her face.

She was burning!

Her face felt like it was on fire. She didn't know if it was fear, shame, or… something worse.

'Why do I feel this…?'

Her body was betraying her. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. That body. Those muscles. That face she couldn't erase. That gaze…

And it was driving her insane!

'If I'm so scared… then why is my body burning and my face blushing?!'

She was completely confused by this new feeling surging inside her.

!

Tiberion's face froze when he saw her run.

His teeth clenched, the veins in his neck began to bulge, and his eyes started to burn with a unique intensity.

There was one thing he could never tolerate: humiliation.

CRACK

The sound of his jaw echoed through the silence, triggered by the brutal pressure of his clenched teeth. His pupils, dilated like a beast on the verge of an attack, gleamed with savage intensity, and his hair bristled, as if engulfed by an invisible blaze.

Every muscle in his body stood out beneath his tight skin, throbbing with restrained violence, while an aura of pure rage spilled into the atmosphere, spreading like poison.

The bottles on the bar began to vibrate. The hanging decorations shook. And the floor… the floor creaked.

"AHHH!!!"

His roar exploded like a shockwave, shaking the walls, shattering glasses, and pounding the hearts of every pirate who heard it.

"HOW DARE SHE HUMILIATE ME?!"

"I'LL MAKE HER BEG ON HER KNEES!"

The nearby pirates went pale. Some trembled so violently they lost control of their bodies, wetting themselves, but no one dared to move.

Shirahoshi, still inside the bar, couldn't hold back her tears. Her enormous eyes filled with anguish as she watched her husband transform into a beast.

She knew… this wasn't something trivial for him.

Swish

Tiberion moved.

His movement was so swift, the air seemed to be torn from the room and then—

BOOM

One of the bar's walls was blown through.

Far away, Hancock turned sharply at the sound of the crash.

The roar carried across the distance and struck her like a wave, making her shiver. She felt his weight again, as if he were still on top of her, as if that monster's body was still crushing her with nothing but its presence.

Her skin bristled instantly, and terror invaded her again without permission.

She didn't need to look back. It wasn't necessary. She knew it was him.

Her body trembled—not only from fear, but from the memory that clung to her flesh: that massive torso, like a beast's; those eyes that weren't human; and that scent… that burning, intoxicating scent that had embedded itself in her like a drug she couldn't expel.

'…I-I'm not mentally prepared… I'm s-scared.'

Her proud, narcissistic mind refused to accept what she felt, but her body spoke for her.

'If that thing catches me…'

'NO! I won't be able to resist! I'll die…!'

Every muscle in her legs pushed to the limit, moving with a strength she didn't even know she had. Her speed exploded—because her life depended on it.

And in the blink of an eye, she appeared in front of Gion, Tokikake, and the other Shichibukai.

"Kishishishi! No wonder she's the Empress. Though she came back a little rushed and shaken… it looks like that Tiberion Hanma is catching up to her, isn't he?" Moria mocked, his eyes fixed on Hancock's trembling body.

Completely unaware of the gravity of the situation, he couldn't grasp what kind of monster had triggered such a reaction in a woman as proud as her.

"Quick! Everyone to positions!" Gion ordered urgently, unconsciously recalling the last words Tiberion had said to her on Fishman Island:

"Every time I see you… I'll train you. It doesn't matter when… or where. Until you learn to obey."

Her body tensed, and she clenched her teeth, suppressing the urge to lunge at him and kill him herself. She knew that if Tiberion got his hands on her again, her pride would be shattered once more. And this time, she wasn't sure she could endure it.

That's why she had to stop him, here and now. Capture him, and if they couldn't… they had to kill him without hesitation.

The Marines lined up, gripping their rifles with both hands, focused, knowing the enemy approaching was no ordinary threat.

And then they saw him.

In an instant, a human figure appeared behind Hancock, face contorted in fury, chasing her at high speed.

And in the exact moment it looked like he would catch her…

"FIRE!" Gion shouted.

The Marines opened fire without hesitation.

Bang Bang Bang

Dozens, hundreds of bullets flew toward Tiberion.

Tiberion, however, didn't flinch. He didn't use Haki, nor did he dodge. He allowed the bullets to strike his body directly, as if they were nothing but raindrops.

Ting Ting Ting

Each bullet bounced off his skin as if striking steel, and he kept moving forward as if nothing had happened.

"Kishishishi…" Moria's laughter broke off abruptly. "What devilish musculature… even Seastone bullets can't pierce him! NOT EVEN A SCRATCH!"

"Shichibukai! Stop Tiberion Hanma!" Gion commanded.

They couldn't allow that beast to reach Hancock.

The plan was to get the Empress onto her ship, get her off the island, and lure Tiberion out to sea, where his movements would be more limited. Only then could they try to contain him.

The giant Kuma was the first to act.

With a swift motion, he used the power of his Devil Fruit to strike the air in front of him, generating a massive shockwave shaped like a bear's paw.

"Pad Ho."

The wave was launched directly toward Hancock, who was still running desperately. At the last second, her Observation Haki activated.

Sensing the danger ahead, she twisted and dodged the paw strike with a sideways leap.

However, the wave didn't stop. It continued its path and hit Tiberion's body… but nothing happened.

It simply passed through him.

Not even a scratch.

The only thing it managed to do… was enrage him even more.

A weak attack like that dared to touch him?!

Who did they think they were facing?

"You first."

His muscles began to contract, every fiber swelling until it looked unnatural.

His skin gleamed, glowing from the searing heat radiating off him, while a mist of steam rose around his figure. The temperature around him skyrocketed in mere seconds, completely altering the atmosphere.

Boom

A muffled explosion marked his disappearance. In an instant, he had vanished from the spot.

His speed surpassed 1,000 meters per second, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Kuma.

The leap that closed the distance between them was so fast it was imperceptible to the naked eye.

Without wasting a second, he raised his arm with his palm open, concentrating all his strength into it.

And with a downward slap, delivered at a diagonal angle, he unleashed a strike of devastating force.

Over 30,000 tons of pressure were released in that blow.

The space around his hand instantly warped; more than a foot in radius vibrated, stretched as if made of rubber—and finally burst into distortion.

From the other ships, everyone present was stunned. Tiberion's speed was one thing, but the instantaneous shift in target had caught even the Shichibukai off guard.

That's why no one could intervene in time.

But Kuma, standing on the deck of the ship, did not change his expression.

From the moment Tiberion fixed his gaze on him, he had already initiated his defense. His right palm, marked with the pad of his Devil Fruit, rose in response, and with a precise strike, he unleashed his counterattack.

!

The air around Kuma was compressed, and the pressure created was so powerful it generated a reverse shockwave to meet Tiberion's descending strike.

Boom

The space twisted, the deck groaned, the wood cracked, and an outburst of energy erupted in the form of a deep shock that made the entire ship tremble.

"..."

Three seconds.

That was the exact duration of the clash before one gave in.

Kuma managed to deflect Tiberion's palm. The angle of the blow shifted ever so slightly, but it was enough for part of the force to dissipate into the air, exploding against the side of the deck.

However, that deflection came at a cost.

A piece of the pad on his palm was torn off.

Tiberion felt his momentum being pushed back—not from weakness, but from a defense bordering on the unreal. For the first time since arriving in this world, one of his strikes hadn't caused immediate devastation.

And it was precisely because of that that his fighting spirit, far from diminishing, erupted with even more intensity.

He clenched his fists, and at once, the temperature of his body rose again. A dense pressure began to envelop the air around him, distorting the space.

With a hungry gaze, filled with desire for a worthy opponent, he launched a new strike—this time cloaked in Armament Haki.

A strike that unleashed over 50,000 tons of force.

Kuma, who now had a clearer grasp of Tiberion's strength, didn't hesitate as the blow approached. He reinforced both palms with a thick layer of Armament Haki and braced himself—not to block, but to redirect the charge.

Boom

The impact hurled him backward violently.

His body slid across the deck, ripping up splinters with each involuntary step as the wood cracked beneath his feet. He skidded several meters before managing to stop himself, digging in his heels for stability.

Despite the brutality of the attack, his pads had managed to divert the core of the force, preventing direct damage.

Seeing he couldn't break through Kuma's defense—and still feeling part of his own strength rebound back at him—Tiberion frowned.

Kuma, meanwhile, didn't waste a second.

His eyes sharpened with focus, and the pads of his palms began to vibrate intensely. With a wide motion, he compressed the air in a radius of several meters, forming a bubble of pressure.

And without hesitation, he launched it directly at Tiberion.

He didn't have time to react, and the bubble completely engulfed him, trapping him like an invisible prison.

But Tiberion wasn't someone who could be contained so easily.

Activating his Demonic Back at 10%, and combining it with Thermal Release and his Armament Haki, he charged up a new strike.

60,000 tons of force.

The impact was so colossal that the bubble offered no resistance.

It burst instantly, unleashing a shockwave that swept through everything in its path.

However, even though the prison had been destroyed, Kuma's attack had already fulfilled its purpose.

Tiberion was launched dozens of nautical miles away, carried off by the accumulated force of the displacement. He didn't suffer direct injuries, but the loss of territorial control—the fact that he had been torn from his battleground—was, to him, an intolerable humiliation.

His figure streaked across the sky like a dark red meteor, tracing a wide arc before beginning to descend from a great height, heading straight for the sea.

As he fell, his rage turned to flames.

His eyes became completely red. His killing intent ceased to be a mere sensation—it became matter.

A reddish energy rose from his skin, covering his body like a second armor made of hatred.

PLAF

And finally, he touched the water. But he didn't sink.

His feet struck the ocean's surface with a thunderous crash.

The pressure concentrated in his legs, his absolute control over his body mass, and his willpower allowed him to remain atop the ocean. His quadriceps activated, his calves contracted, and instead of falling—he ran.

He didn't float, he didn't fly—he ran violently across the sea at incredible speed.

1,200 meters per second—almost four times the speed of sound. Every step triggered explosions, pillars of water rising as if the ocean itself were being bombarded.

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