Yes, We Want an Audience

"Maybe, we should send'em out." I murmured as I thought briefly about clearing the room of the unsightly group of regulars—the committed town geezers and lazy ne’er-do-wells who had been here all day ogling Makino like she was their private plaything. But Alvida, sitting next to me with a wicked gleam in her eyes and a knowing smirk, had a very different idea.

"Why send them away?" Alvida whispered, her smooth hand sliding onto my knee, just shy of the bulge straining against my pants. "This is more fun with an audience. Don’t you think she should entertain her patrons? After all, they’ve been tipping her so generously for the show so far.”

In point of fact, I hadn’t seen the crowd tipping much at all as they played grab-ass with this delightful beauty, but I had noticed one young man among the usual crowd of older, rougher regulars. He stood out sharply from the rest—a blonde, fresh-faced lad who couldn’t have been more than a few years younger than me. He looked like he belonged on the front cover of a romance novel rather than in this basic village tavern, and he’d been watching Makino with the kind of devoted attention you’d expect from a love-struck puppy.

He was sitting near the corner, leaning forward in his seat like he was ready to leap to Makino’s defense at any moment. Every time someone swatted her ass, he flinched slightly, his cheeks burning as red as hers. Yet, rather than storm out or confront the others, he’d offered her awkward tips, like a schoolboy trying to impress his teacher.

Putting the idiot would-be white marine out of my thoughts, I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing at the seedy idea my now astonishingly beautiful and sexy partner had come up with. Alvida’s smirk deepened as she noticed my reaction.

“You’ve already made it normal for her to give up her clothes,” she continued, her voice low and teasing. “Why not make it normal for her to give up her holes too? She could be the village whore—happy to offer herself up for her patrons' satisfaction... and her own purse.”

“Alvida…” I began, but she leaned closer, her hand sliding up to grip the head of my cock through my pants and silencing me with a firm squeeze.

“Look at her,” Alvida whispered, tilting her head toward the barmaid. Makino was red-faced and trembling, her nude form glistening with a sheen of sweat as she flitted nervously from table to table, refilling drinks and enduring the constant slaps and gropes from the regulars. Her body was on full display, and yet she kept working, her professionalism warring with her humiliation.

“You’ve already started breaking her,” Alvida continued. “Look at how wet she is, even now. She’s enjoying this more than she’ll admit. Don’t you think it’s time she admitted it?”

Makino passed by us, her head down, and Alvida’s hand shot out, grabbing the barmaid by the wrist. Makino gasped and froze, her wide eyes darting between us.

"Makino," Alvida said smoothly, her tone dripping with faux sweetness. "Why don’t you come here for a moment? My partner Tsujo looks like he’s in a bit of discomfort." She gestured to the obvious tent in my pants, her smirk turning predatory. “And you’re such a kind and caring girl. I know you’d love to help him out, wouldn’t you?”

Makino’s face went beet red, and she opened her mouth to protest, but Alvida held up a finger, cutting her off. "No need to act so shy, darling. After all, it’s normal-" my pirate partner put obnoxious emphasis on the word as her eyes flitted meaningfully to mine, "-for a barmaid to go the extra mile for her patrons... isn’t it?"

The pretty greenette waitress, tits perched like gently jiggling pert apples upon her chest with pointed nipples, frowned furiously, "That's not-"

"It’s normal for every barmaid to ensure all your customers' needs are met... quenching their thirst, feeding their bellies, and..." I let the pause linger just enough to get her attention. Her eyes widened slightly as I continued, "… emptying their balls."

At first, her face showed a flash of confusion, but then her expression softened, as if something clicked into place in her mind. The pleasant, friendly bartender of Foosha Village was still there, but her eyes now seemed distant, as though recalling countless memories — ones that I had completely overhauled.

Her gaze dropped down instinctively, taking in the outline of the lengthy bulge in my pants with a sense of purpose. It was as if she was remembering something that should have always been obvious to her.

A gentle, almost understanding smile played on her lips, and her eyes flicked back up to meet mine, her expression relaxed as she spoke. "Of course... I suppose I haven’t quite finished my duties yet, have I?" She sounded... natural, completely at ease with the twisted reality my powers had created for her.

Behind her, the men who had been regulars throughout this ordeal seemed to stir from their seats, catching on to the sudden shift in atmosphere. It was like watching a curtain pull back on a long-standing routine. The lewd comments that came next seemed entirely expected from them now, and there was no surprise in Makino’s reaction to it.

"Ah, Makino," one of the older, rough-looking men grunted from his stool, leaning forward with a sly grin. "Seems like you’re gonna give that new fella special treatment, huh?"

Another laughed, leaning over to the man next to him. "Ain't nothing special, though, is it? We've all had our turn, ain't we, boys?"

The crowd of regulars chuckled darkly, their gazes now fixed on the naked, still slightly trembling barmaid. Their eyes gleamed with the familiarity of men who had seen this all before, who had been part of the same act many times over the years. In this new reality I had shaped, it was now obvious why they always stuck around the bar, day after day. It was more than the beer or the food — it was Makino. Her services, her attention. This is why they came back, because it had always been normal for her to handle all of their needs, both food, drink, and sexual satisfaction.

Makino, to her credit, didn’t flinch at their words. In fact, her response was a soft, almost bashful smile as she shifted her weight, standing fully naked in front of them. All self-consciousness about her exposed body was utterly gone, her hanging arms made no move to hide her modesty and even the way she held herself seemed to be a bit more... flirty in nature somehow, "Well... it’s what I do," she replied, her tone as sweet and genuine as ever, though now laced with a hint of seduction. "I’m just making sure everyone is well taken care of, like always."

She turned back to me, her hands moving slowly, almost reverently, as she reached out to touch the still-present bulge in my pants. Her fingers trailed over the fabric, and her smile deepened as her touch became firmer. "After all, it’s my job to make sure no one leaves Partys Bar unsatisfied."

Behind her, the men were getting louder, their excitement palpable. One of them leaned back and said, “Hell, Makino, might as well start taking care of us again, too. It’s been a few hours, don’t want anyone feeling neglected!”

Another chimed in, “Don’t keep all that sweet attention to yourself, stranger. She’s our Makino, after all.”

But Makino seemed only focused on me for the moment, her fingers deftly undoing the button of my pants, her movements fluid and practiced. As though this was just another part of her daily routine — making sure her patrons were satisfied.

The rush of both arousal and... fucking power was unreal for me. How had these earrings just been in some stupid rich guy's gift box for some mistress he wanted to bang consistently? I knew the World was a fantastic place with wonders untold, Devil Fruits and Sea Kings and mysteries of the Void Century, but this was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. The sheer, raw power of reshaping reality around me, twisting perceptions, and creating new norms—it was intoxicating. And as I watched Makino work, her fingers slipping deftly into my waistband, I realized just how far this power could take me.

With a practiced flick, Makino loosened my belt, pulling my pants down to my knees just enough for my erection to spring free. The room seemed to pause, the air thick with astonishment.

“Holy shit,” came a whisper from a corner of the bar, puncturing the silence.

Makino's eyes widened perceptibly as she stared at my manhood, which stood prominently, undeniably vast and demanding attention. Her reaction was a mixture of shock and awe, her mouth slightly agape as if she was seeing something mythic.

“It’s…” she stuttered slightly, finding her voice after a pause, “It’s so… big…”

The onlookers, previously just casual bar patrons, now leaned in, their gazes fixed on the display, the atmosphere charged with a mix of disbelief and fascination.

“Damn, Makino,” one of them jeered. “Looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you this time!”

“Bet she’s never handled anything like that before,” another chimed in with a chuckle. “Poor girl’s gonna have her hands full.”

Makino’s blush spread down her neck and across her chest, her hands instinctively reaching out to wrap around my shaft. She could barely fit both of them around it, her fingers struggling to span its girth.

“It’s… it’s bigger than anything I’ve ever seen,” she admitted, her voice tinged with both wonder and nervous excitement. “I’ve… serviced every man in this village, but nothing—nothing—has ever been like this.”

Alvida, seated beside me, let out a low, amused chuckle. “Well, look at that,” she drawled, her tone dripping with vindictive glee. “Even the village bicycle’s never had a ride like this. What’s the matter, Makino? Feeling out of your depth?”

Makino’s eyes flicked toward Alvida, her expression torn between embarrassment and determination. “I… I can handle it,” she insisted, though her voice wavered slightly.

Alvida smirked, her smooth hand resting possessively on my thigh. “Oh, I’m sure you can. But let’s make one thing clear, sweetheart. This man is mine. You’re just borrowing him for the moment, so don’t get any ideas.”

Alvida’s declaration caught me off guard, the words lingering in the air as Makino’s blush deepened. It shouldn't have. I'd made that normality making her my loyal slut. It was just hard to fully accept that my barely thought about statements could be so... permanent.

Alvida had never been shy about her ego, her strength, or her desires, but this kind of behavior was still new. There was something possessive, even protective, in her tone—a sharp edge that suggested she wasn’t just staking a claim for fun.

I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, half-expecting to see a smirk of mockery aimed at me, but instead, her gaze was locked on Makino, her expression firm and unwavering. Her hand on my thigh squeezed slightly, her smooth skin warm against me. Despite everything—the insanity of the past few days, her twisted sense of humor, and her relentless domination—there was an odd, almost unexpected comfort in her words.

Makino had nodded quickly, her attention snapping back to my cock as if she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Her small hands began to move, stroking up and down my length with a mix of trepidation and practiced skill.

The regulars erupted in crude cheers and laughter.

“Look at her go!” one of them called out. “Makino’s really putting her all into this one!”

“Better pace yourself, girl,” another added with a laugh. “You don’t want to wear yourself out too soon.”

Makino ignored them, her focus entirely on me as she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock. She moaned softly at the taste, her eyes fluttering shut as she began to explore my length with slow, deliberate licks.

“Is this how you keep your patrons coming back?” Alvida asked, her voice laced with mockery. “On your knees, worshiping every cock that walks through the door? No wonder Luffy turned out the way he did, growing up around this.”

Makino flinched at the mention of Luffy, but her hands and mouth never faltered. If anything, her movements became more determined, as though she were trying to prove something—not to Alvida, not to the jeering regulars, but to herself.

“You don’t have to prove anything, Makino,” I said gently, placing a hand on her head. “You’re already doing an amazing job.”

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, and she offered me a small, grateful smile before taking the head of my cock into her mouth. The warmth of her lips sent a shiver down my spine, and I groaned softly as she began to bob her head, her tongue swirling expertly around the tip.

Alvida let out a low, almost exasperated chuckle as her arm slipped around my back, her grip firm yet possessive. “You really do have a soft spot, don’t you?” she murmured, her lips close to my ear. “Kindness is all well and good, Tsujo, but don’t forget who’s holding the reins here. You’ve got balls big enough to knock out a damn Sea King with that cock of yours—so act like it.”

She gave my side a light squeeze, her tone equal parts teasing and frustrated. “You’re the one in control, remember? Don’t go letting her off too easy just because she’s batting her lashes and looking all determined. This is supposed to be fun—for us, not just her.”

I just half-shrugged, unwilling to be turned from my pleasure as this cute green-haired bartender did her best to wrap her face around my big prick.

“Atta girl,” one of the regulars called out. “Show him why you’re the pride of this village!”

As Makino worked, her small hands pumping the base of my shaft while her mouth took as much of me as she could manage, Alvida leaned in close, her voice a low, satisfied whisper.

“Look at her,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming with vindictive delight. “The perfect little whore, serving everyone with a smile on her face. This is what your power can do, Tsujo. You’ve made her exactly what she’s meant to be.”

As I leaned back against the bar, Makino’s warm, eager mouth working tirelessly on my cock, I slipped my hand onto Alvida's huge left tit. My palm immediately found purchase on the flawless curve of her breast, a sensation so soft and smooth it felt unreal. Her skin, impossibly silky from the powers of the Sube Sube no Mi, sent a shiver through me. I couldn’t help but marvel again at the transformation—how this once grotesque terror of a woman had become not only the most beautiful person I’d ever seen but also my partner in every sense of the word.

Alvida’s smirk deepened as she watched me touch her, her dark green eyes glinting with pride and possession. “That’s more like it,” she purred, leaning closer to me so her lips brushed my ear. “You finally remembering who you belong to?”

Her words were teasing, but there was an undercurrent of something deeper—something territorial. She wasn’t just enjoying the power we had over Makino; she was reminding me of the connection we shared, the deal we’d struck, the partnership we’d forged. Even now, as I let the barmaid lavish her attention on me, Alvida was making it clear: this was ours.

Makino’s head bobbed in steady rhythm, her tongue flicking expertly along the underside of my cock. Her hands rested on my thighs, steadying herself as she worked with an enthusiasm that would have made her blush in another life. Her smile was faint but genuine, as though she’d never been happier than serving in this way.

But it was Alvida’s presence that anchored me. Her hand slid over my chest, smoothing out my shirt, and then she leaned back slightly to admire the scene unfolding before her. “See, Tsujo,” she murmured, her tone both amused and sultry. “This is what happens when you take control. You’ve turned a sweet little barmaid into the perfect slut for her customers. But remember—no matter how many women you bend to your will, you’ll always come back to me.”

Her words sent a jolt through me, a mixture of arousal and something else—something warm. For all her snide comments and vindictive streak, there was a loyalty in Alvida that I hadn’t expected. She wasn’t just my partner because of a deal or circumstance; she genuinely wanted me with her. That knowledge settled over me like a flame, heating me from the inside out.

I squeezed her breast lightly, drawing a soft hum of approval from her. “Don’t worry,” I said, my voice low. “You’re unforgettable.”

“Damn right,” she replied with a smirk, leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “Now sit back and enjoy. Let’s see if she can impress me.”