Stussy’s left arm was wrapped around the elder sister of the pair, Kalifa.
She wore a small white shirt adorned with a blue ribbon and a tight black skirt below it that clung snugly to her waist and hips.
With the addition of long black stockings and high heels, she looked perfectly elegant—an aura of professionalism mixed with allure.
On the right side stood the younger sister, Alpha, who hadn’t appeared much in the original ani, yet was no less captivating than her sister.
Like her sister, she too resorted to seduction through uniform play. She wore what resembled a pure nurse’s outfit, but altered into a short skirt that revealed half of her midriff.
The addition of silk garter-like white stockings was practically a full display of why so many n couldn’t resist such temptation.
When the two sisters noticed Peter’s long silence, their hearts secretly leaped with joy. Inwardly, they thought: "We did it!"
But Peter, after struggling to resist the visual temptation, tried to steady his breath, then cleared his throat slightly and said:
"Cough... cough... Such finesse, Stussy! I suppose any normal man would react to an assault like this... and I’m no exception."
Stussy raised a brow, then clapped lightly with a smile. The two sisters took that as a signal, moving closer and clinging to him from both sides, each taking one of his arms.
"Lord Peter, I’m glad you’re pleased. These sisters are my gift to you in honor of our first eting. Do with them as you wish."
Peter smiled as he boldly placed his hands on their waists and said:
"How could I refuse, then? Since you’ve said so... I’ll reluctantly accept."
And yet, he knew well that behind this gift lay more than re physical temptation.
Sitting on the small sofa with the sisters attending him, he turned to Stussy with a smile:
"To gift sothing of such weight on our first eting... surely you want sothing more, don’t you, Stussy?"
Stussy leaned back on a nearby single chair, crossing one long leg over the other, her sensuality on full display as she spoke in a soft voice:
"Nothing at all—just a weak woman with no backing showing goodwill to a strong man. If anything... perhaps I only hope you’ll rember soday, should my situation turn dire, and extend a helping hand."
Her words were clever, fitting perfectly within the logic of the strong: pledging loyalty early in search of a shelter.
But Peter wasn’t naïve. He already knew her true identity, and even if he hadn’t, the re fact that she was the "Queen of the Pleasure District" was enough to make her words questionable.
He smirked sarcastically:
"Then I must thank you, Your Majesty, for such regard."
Stussy laughed gently:
"It’s only natural. You’re the man who defeated that arrogant Mihawk. If I were a few years younger, perhaps I would have been the gift myself."
She hadn’t expected her casual remark to ignite a spark in Peter’s eyes. He replied with a serious tone:
"Oh? Then you’re not part of this gift? Seems your sincerity is lacking, Stussy."
Her eyes widened in shock, and even the sisters exchanged surprised glances.
This man... was he really this greedy?!
Stussy tried to rein in the situation and said calmly:
"You jest, my lord... my true age is far greater than you imagine. I wouldn’t suit you."
But Peter didn’t look satisfied. He smiled mischievously and said:
"Don’t misunderstand. I’m not asking you... You have only two choices: either you and the sisters stay together and serve properly... or I’ll force you to. There’s no third option."
Peter raised his finger in the most provocative, obscene gesture, grinding Stussy’s teeth with rage. She nearly leapt at him with her claws.
Though she was the Queen of the Pleasure District, she had never sold her body.
The World Governnt’s assessnt of her as rely "lustful" had been generous—he was lustful to the core.
At any other ti, Stussy would have crushed him instantly and accused him of harassnt, if not for the circumstances binding her.
She sighed inwardly: It seems the governnt’s mission is going to fail. Not even with the Doctor can I provide any explanation.
She rose from her seat and picked up her pink handbag.
"In that case, there’s no need to continue our cooperation. Let’s go, Kalifa. You too, Alpha—we’re leaving."
Kalifa stood up imdiately at the order, as if freed from a heavy burden. To her, failing the mission was far better than submitting to Peter.
Alpha, however, hesitated. Her situation wasn’t the sa as Kalifa’s. Even if the governnt let this one slide, she still bore the stain of her previous failed mission.
Leaving empty-handed would an her fate would be far worse.
Bitterly, she couldn’t help but resent Stussy in her heart: Why is it that we must obey the governnt and sacrifice our dignity for the mission, but when you’re the one to suffer, suddenly it’s unacceptable? Isn’t the law of CP absolute obedience and sacrifice for duty?
For the first ti, Alpha felt a pang of discontent toward her superiors. But no matter her anger, she couldn’t rebel. After a mont of hesitation, she reluctantly stood and approached Stussy.
Stussy caught the look in Alpha’s eyes. Reading her fears easily, she silently resolved to find a way to save her from punishnt later, but now wasn’t the ti.
She looked coldly at Peter and said firmly:
"Sorry for wasting your ti. We’ll be leaving now. Hopefully, we’ll et again on the seas."
Turning her back, she walked with the sisters toward the door. Peter didn’t move, nor did he stop them, which allowed Stussy to breathe a small sigh of relief.
But just as her fingers touched the doorknob, his mocking voice slipped through:
"Leaving just like that? Do you think you can return and lie to your superiors that you tried? Do you realize that treating a mission of this level so lightly will earn you the wrath of the Five Elders?"
Kalifa and Alpha froze, while Stussy kept her calm composure.
"Now you slander ? It doesn’t matter. Say whatever you want."
She said that and opened the door halfway, but a cold laugh cut her steps short.
"Ah... perhaps I was mistaken? You’re not envoys of those old n? Then who sent you?Let guess... was it Vegapunk?"
Stussy stopped abruptly and closed the door quietly. She turned back to face Peter with a blank expression, locking her gaze with his.
Kalifa and Alpha exchanged confused looks: What does Vegapunk have to do with this? Wasn’t this a governnt assignnt? Why did Stussy react more to his na than to the Five Elders’?
As spies, they knew there was far more hidden beneath this exchange, but they stayed silent.
Stussy knew the danger. If even a word of this reached the governnt, it would hit like an earthquake. She wasted no ti.
With sudden precision, she struck both Kalifa and Alpha at the neck like a blade.
The two collapsed to the floor unconscious, their eyes wide with anger and disbelief.
Peter looked at her with displeasure and chided:
"What a thod! You knocked them out—how am I supposed to enjoy them now? You should have been gentler!"
But Stussy ignored him. She looked at him with deadly seriousness and asked:
"How much... do you really know?"
Peter smirked mockingly:
"What kind of question is that? Is this how you usually start?"
His words lashed at her like a whip, constantly provoking her, striking at every weakness.
Stussy nearly exploded with rage, but instead suppressed it, masking herself in weakness.
She approached slowly, slipping off her coat, kicking off her high heels.Her bare, delicate feet touched the carpet as her fragrance filled the air, tears shimring in her eyes.
In a broken whisper, she said:
"Please, Peter-sama... don’t expose my secret with Vegapunk to the governnt."
Every motion of hers was a calculated performance, ant to distract him with her body and dull his guard.
And once she was close enough—she struck.
Sharp fangs extended from her mouth, sinking suddenly into his neck!
She had eaten a Zoan-type Devil Fruit—the Bat-Bat Fruit. Anyone bitten by her fangs would instantly fall into a deep sleep.
As his body staggered, Stussy whispered:
"In the end, you’ll never understand... Won aren’t what you think. Take these secrets with you down into the depths of hell."
For a mont, she believed her ambush had succeeded, her heart swelling with triumph—until a searing pain surged from her mouth. The agony made her instinctively want to let go and retreat.
But by the ti she tried, it was too late. Peter’s massive hand had already encircled her slender waist, yanking her firmly against his chest.
Hot breath brushed her ear as his mocking voice poured in:
"What’s the rush to throw yourself into my arms? I was planning to give you so ti to prepare ntally... but I suppose there’s no need."
Peter was nearly bursting with laughter. He hadn’t expected her ultimate secret weapon, her last trump card, to be so useless that its only effect was to trap her helplessly in his arms.
Stussy, however, was stunned. Her fangs had always been able to pierce iron—so why hadn’t they pierced his flesh?
Stranger still, she hadn’t sensed any use of Armant Haki to block her bite.
Could it be... he had a special body, like Big Mom’s monstrous physique?
Had Peter known what was on her mind, he would’ve laughed even harder. His body, reinforced by Ki, was impervious to any attack weaker than one over a thousand power points.
And Stussy? At best, her strength reached barely thirteen or fourteen points. How could she ever hope to break his defenses?
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