Sniff… Sniff… Ughh…
"How long do I have to suffer…? Wouldn't it be better to just die already…?"
Nico Robin sat slumped inside the hidden seaside cove, her back pressed against the cold, damp rock. Her bloodied black clothes lay discarded to the side, leaving her wearing nothing but a tiny black bikini.
Even in this miserable state, her body was breathtaking.
Her smooth, pale skin glowed under the moonlight, her full, perky breasts strained against the thin fabric, nipples faintly visible with every shaky breath.
Even with a deep bullet wound on her stomach, she looked sensually irresistible.
Warm blood continued oozing from the wound, trickling down her toned abdomen and soaking into the waistband of her tiny bikini bottoms. Every shallow breath sent burning agony tearing through her guts.
The pain was excruciating… yet it still couldn't compare to the crushing loneliness that had tormented her for years.
She wanted to end it all right here. To sprout a dozen hands and choke the life out of herself but the memories always stopped her.
The agonized screams of Ohara's scholars burning alive. Saul's heroic roar as the Buster Call consumed him. Her mother's sorrowful, loving eyes right before the bullet ended her life.
If she died tonight, those precious memories would vanish with her.
Gritting her teeth through the searing pain, Robin tried to focus on stopping the bleeding when a glowing blue screen suddenly materialized in front of her. Ancient, elegant text floated in the air — readable by only a handful of people in the entire world, including herself.
Her scholarly mind instantly went into overdrive, analyzing every pulse on the screen. The harder she tried to decipher its origin, the more viciously her head throbbed.
Robin narrowed her eyes in suspicion. 'Could it be a Devil Fruit ability? Some enemy toying with her dying mind?'
But the screen immediately shattered those thoughts by revealing things no one else in the world could possibly know beside her, precisely her past from ohara.
Robin's breath hitched at that response. "What…?"
The System mercilessly tore away her stoic mask and exposed her filthy hidden side without any mercy.
Her secret stash of hand-picked bounty posters featuring the most handsome and muscular pirates — the ones she kept carefully hidden from the world.
Late at night, when the loneliness became unbearable, she would lock herself and use her Hana Hana no Mi without restraint.
She would sprout thick, 8 inch cocks from the floor, walls and impale her dripping pussy and tight asshole at the same time, fucking herself senseless while another thick cock forced its way into her mouth, stretching her throat wide.
"Mmmph—! Gluck… Gluck… Ahhn~ 💕"
She would ride those imaginary cocks like a whore in heat, bouncing furiously as they pounded her womb and mouth simultaneously, her extra hands pinched her nipples and rubbed her clit. She fantasized about breaking those powerful men turning them into nothing but obedient slaves for her pleasure.
She had always hidden this depraved side of herself from the world.
Robin's cheeks burned with shame, but she didn't deny it. Her pussy clenched hard, growing shamefully wet despite the pain in her stomach. The blue screen was right, she was a filthy pervert.
Of course she once dreamed of avenging Ohara but that flame had died long ago, replaced by nothing but cold will to survive… and these darker, depraved desires.
"So…" Robin spoke, forcing her voice to remain low and composed despite her soaked thighs. "Why are we having this conversation? I assume you need something from me."
The screen exploded with dramatic golden light.
A faint, smile curved across Robin's lips. "Pirate Queen does sound rather appealing… But what exactly do you mean by 'degenerate'?"
The blue screen instantly expanded into a massive window and poured a flood of the most obscene, depraved sexual acts into her vision.
Women violently riding thick cocks like cheap whores in heat. Proud warriors forced to their knees, faces buried and smothered under dripping cunts while dominant women laughed. Brutal gangbangs where many women broke multiple strong men — riding their cocks, milking them dry until they begged.
Robin forgot the burning pain in her stomach as a rush of heat flooded her core. Her pussy throbbed and drooled shamelessly as she watched the depravity unfold.
'No… I'm not this depraved,' she tried to tell herself, even as her thighs pressed together tightly and her nipples hardened against her bikini. 'I only did those things for simple pleasure… Maybe sometime excessive… but not… not this fucking filthy.'
"Can't you simply make me strong without all this degenerate stuff?" Robin asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "I am a scholar, I've read countless novels about spirits and gods granting power through trials, meditation, or—"
The System replied instantly, sounding visibly annoyed.
Robin's eyes widened in genuine shock. "Other options…?"
Her brilliant mind began rapidly calculating while the System radiated clear impatience.
"How can I be certain you can actually make me the strongest? This entire 'degenerate' stuff makes no sense to me," she pressed, undeniably curious now.
The screen flickered.
A list of candidates materialized.
Robin's sharp mind analyzed every candidate. All women. All carrying deep, tragic scars. All possessing immense potential.
The realization hit her coldly.
"…This system is just a pervert that only chooses women."
She looked back at the screen and asked the question burning in her mind.
"Why choose me then?"
The System's text turned cold.
The System paused for a moment, then added.
The glowing blue screen dissolved into a small, bright silver firefly that floated out of the dark cove and vanished into the night sky.