Alvida's Discontent and Distraction

Makino’s ecstatic cries filled the room, her body moving with enthusiasm as she bounced on Tsujo’s lap. The towering length of his cock stretched her to her limits, but her bright smile and flushed cheeks radiated joy, not the humiliation Alvida had expected. The barmaid’s melodic moans, punctuated with soft gasps and happy laughter, made it painfully clear—Makino was enjoying this.

Alvida sat beside them, her smooth arms crossed tightly over her chest, a sour expression twisting her perfect features. She leaned toward Tsujo, her lips drawn into a sharp line. “This isn’t what I wanted,” she muttered, her voice dripping with irritation.

Tsujo tilted his head back slightly, his focus only half on Alvida as Makino’s warm, slick body worked him over. “What do you mean?”

“This,” Alvida hissed, motioning toward the delighted barmaid. “She was supposed to be humiliated. Reduced to a stammering, broken little thing. That’s what you should do with your power. But this? This isn’t humiliation. She’s… she’s practically glowing.”

Tsujo groaned softly as Makino tightened her grip on his shoulders, her movements picking up speed. “You asked me to make her a whore,” he pointed out, his voice strained with pleasure. “And now it’s normal for her. She’s just… embracing it.”

Alvida frowned, her brow furrowing as her thoughts tangled. “I know she wasn’t like this before. I remember wanting her changed. Yet every time I think about it, it’s like my memory slips through my fingers. It’s infuriating.” Her emerald eyes narrowed. “If I’m not getting any satisfaction from watching her, what’s the point?”

Tsujo smirked, steadying Makino’s trembling thighs with his hands. “You’re thinking too small, Alvida. This isn’t about watching her squirm. It’s about control. Everything she’s doing, every eager moan, every bounce on my cock—that’s all because of you. You’re the one who made this happen.”

Alvida’s lips pressed into a thin line, her sharp gaze flickering between Tsujo’s smirk and Makino’s radiant expression as she rode him. The barmaid’s cheerful cries of pleasure, her warmth, her sweetness—it should’ve made Alvida sick. But instead, it gnawed at her in a different way. Not anger, exactly, but something deeper, more frustrating.

“Tsh,” Alvida scoffed, her smooth skin gleaming as she leaned back in her seat. “You’re lucky she’s so loud. Otherwise, I might’ve fallen asleep.” Her smirk was razor-sharp, but it didn’t quite hide her growing discomfort.

Makino, oblivious to the tension, let out a blissful moan, her body quivering as she leaned into Tsujo’s chest. “You’re amazing,” she murmured breathlessly, her hands sliding over his shoulders. “I could do this forever…”

Alvida rolled her eyes dramatically and pushed to her feet, her irritation bubbling over. “Ugh, enough of this sugary nonsense. I’m done watching this sunshine-and-flowers show.” She spun on her heel, her flowing dark hair catching the light as she stalked toward the group of regulars who had been watching the scene unfold with wide-eyed amazement.

With every movement, her smooth, flawless skin shimmered, untouched by blemish or imperfection, a testament to her Devil Fruit's power. Alvida wore her scant attire proudly, relishing the opportunity to showcase as much of her stunning physique as possible, her confidence and allure undeniable in the cramped space of the bar.

Alvida's every step commanded attention as though she were the queen of the seas herself. Her tall, curvaceous frame was utterly out of place in Makino’s humble bar, a goddess barely clothed in attire meant for a mortal. The bra she wore, clearly sized for someone far smaller, struggled valiantly to contain even a fraction of her ample breasts. It managed only to cover the lower curves, leaving the rest spilling out, gloriously on display.

The panties had transformed under the strain into a cheek-baring thong, each step she took accentuating the round perfection of her exposed ass. Her wide hips swayed with a pirate's swagger, her bare legs gleaming with the polished perfection only the Sube Sube no Mi could grant.

With every movement, her smooth, flawless skin shimmered, untouched by blemish or imperfection, a testament to her Devil Fruit's power. Alvida wore her scant attire proudly, relishing the opportunity to showcase as much of her stunning physique as possible, her confidence and allure undeniable in the cramped space of the bar.

Her dark hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, a striking contrast to her emerald green eyes, which gleamed with a mixture of irritation and predatory intent. Her beauty was stunning, but it was her presence that truly set her apart. She wasn’t just a woman; she was a **** of nature, her every motion exuding a raw, unapologetic confidence that left no room for doubt.

The regulars, hopeless fools that they were, could do nothing but stare, their faces a mixture of awe, lust, and terror. Alvida’s gaze swept over them like a storm, her lips curling into a wicked smirk as she planted her hands on her wide hips.

“You lot,” she snapped, her voice sharp and commanding, like a whip cracking through the room. “Since your precious little barmaid is otherwise occupied with my partner, it looks like I’ll be taking care of things around here. Line up. Now.”

As they tripped over themselves to obey, the heavy, wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh punctuated the room like a lewd metronome, mingling with Makino’s high-pitched, animalistic cries of pleasure. "Oh, yes! Oh, Tsujo, harder! Don’t stop!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the wooden walls of the bar. Her petite frame bounced atop his lap, her bare ass smacking loudly against his thighs as she rode him with reckless abandon. The stool beneath them creaked ominously, but neither of them paid it any mind, lost as they were in their heated rhythm.

Alvida’s lip twitched as she glanced over her shoulder at the spectacle. There was something deeply irritating about the sight of Makino’s tiny body taking her partner’s massive cock like it was her sole purpose in life. Her slim, sweat-slicked back arched as she ground down on Tsujo, her voice rising to an almost absurd pitch. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming again! Tsujo, yes, YES!”

Rolling her eyes, Alvida turned back to the trembling line of men, her commanding tone slicing through the air. “And drop your pants. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

To her satisfaction, the men eagerly obeyed. Their excitement was palpable, their flushed faces and gleaming eyes betraying just how starstruck they were by a goddess-like pirate standing before them. One by one, they shucked their trousers, exposing an eclectic mix of unsightly but enthusiastic erections. Short, skinny, bent, hairy—every conceivable variation stood twitching in anticipation, their owners puffing out their chests as if Alvida’s sharp tongue might yet transform into soft lips.

"Well," Alvida drawled, placing a smooth hand on her hip as she surveyed them with mock seriousness. “I guess beggars can’t be choosers. At least you’re all hard. I’ll give you that much.”

"Heh, didn’t think my luck’d ever get this good. Been savin’ this load for someone like you, Missy!" The old man crooned having revealed an unsettlingly large but heavily veined, misshapen cock. Despite its sheer size, it was a far cry from Tsujo’s impressive mast. He was puffing out his chest like a rooster, shamelessly proud of his unsightly endowment.

Behind her, the rhythmic slapping grew faster and louder, punctuated by Makino’s increasingly shrill moans. "Yes, yes, YES! Oh, gods, you’re so big! You’re going to make me cum again!" Alvida could hear the distinct thud of Makino’s knees hitting the stool as she scrambled to steady herself, her cries of pleasure devolving into nonsensical squeals.

Alvida surveyed the line of men with a sneer, her sharp gaze landing on the oldest and most unabashedly eager among them. The ugly old man, his wiry mustache twitching with excitement, stood front and center with his pants pooled around his ankles. His crooked, veiny cock jutted out proudly, looking pretty big in this sad lineup.

"Well, well," Alvida drawled, stepping closer. Her voice was mocking, but her full lips curled into a cruel smile. "Looks like someone’s eager to prove himself."

He puffed out his chest and grinned. "Heh, been waitin’ for this moment all my life, Missy! Yamamato's my name. Bet you’ve never handled a real man like me before."

Alvida let out a sharp, barking laugh. "Oh, I’ve handled men, old-timer. But whatever this is?" She flicked her fingers dismissively toward his crotch. "It barely qualifies."

Undeterred, Yamamoto wagged his hips with a lewd chuckle. "Go on, give it a try. You’ll be singin’ a different tune soon enough."

Alvida raised an eyebrow but stepped forward, her perfectly smooth hand reaching out. When her fingers wrapped around his shaft, Yamamoto’s bravado shattered like glass. He let out a strangled cry, his knees buckling slightly as his cock twitched violently against her flawless grip.

"Oh! OHH! Sweet heavens above!" Yamamoto crooned, his voice climbing several octaves. His eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth hanging open in a grotesque display of pleasure.

Alvida smirked, her grip firm but impossibly slick as she began to pump him with slow, deliberate strokes. The effect was immediate and profound—Yamamoto’s hips bucked wildly into her hand, his body trembling like a leaf in a storm.

"You’ve gotta be kidding me," Alvida muttered, half to herself. "This isn’t even a real handjob yet."

"Miss Alvida! Ohhhh, it’s like—ahhhh!—it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before!" Yamamoto blurted, his voice cracking. "It’s—oh, gods, it’s—better than any woman! Better than—than anything!"

The corner of Alvida’s mouth curled into a cruel smirk. "Better than anything? What about that sweet barmaid you’re all so obsessed with?"

"Makino?!" Yamamoto choked out between moans. "She—ohhh—she’s good, but this… this is somethin’ else!"

Alvida barked out a sharp laugh. "Good to know I’ve got better hands than your village whore. What a ringing endorsement."

Before Yamamoto could stammer out another reply, his cock jerked violently in her hand, and with a guttural groan, his gnarled nuts emptied themselves in record time. Thick ropes of cum spurted from his twitching cock, splattering onto her fingers and dripping to the floor in messy streams.

"Thirty seconds," Alvida sneered, releasing his now-limp cock and wiping her hand on his shirt without a shred of remorse. "Pathetic. I barely even touched you."

Yamamoto staggered back, his face flushed and his legs wobbling like jelly. He muttered something incoherent before collapsing onto a nearby stool, utterly spent.

Alvida turned her gaze to the rest of the line, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight. "Next!" she barked, her smooth hand already reaching for her next victim.