Chapter 117: Sacred text of history. Defiled. (R-18)
Lakeman descended the dark staircase, his steps deliberate, with Titi and Robin silently following behind him. After taking a few steps, he lit a faint, glowing light at the tip of his finger. He thought to himself, 'It seems the light I stored in my inventory finally has its use.'
The illuminated light revealed the passage ahead, casting warm hues across the carved murals on the walls. Each step was unhurried, and the glow from Lakeman's fingertip brought the intricate carvings on the walls to life, displaying scenes of ancient grandeur.
Titi followed closely, her expression calm, while Robin observed the murals with keen interest, her sharp eyes tracing every detail of the carvings. The stairs eventually opened into a hidden chamber.
The room they entered seemed to have been untouched for centuries. The air was damp, and the walls were overgrown with vegetation and creeping vines, giving the space an otherworldly aura. At the center of the chamber stood a massive, cube-shaped stone. Its surface was engraved with an enigmatic script, radiating a deep sense of mystery.
"This is a Poneglyph," Robin explained, her voice trembling slightly with excitement as she approached the monolithic stone. She traced the carved letters with her fingers, her eyes glistening. "It's inscribed with ancient text. It records history from the Void Century, an entire century erased by the World Government."
Robin paused, her tone shifting to one of quiet sorrow as she continued, "Ohara was destroyed because of this. The government annihilated it with a Buster Call, erasing the island, its scholars, and my mother. I was the only survivor. Because they dared to study void century."
Lakeman nodded and said, "Take your time to study it." With a wave of his hand, he summoned a luxurious bed from his storage space and casually sat down on it. He gestured to Titi with a smirk. "Come, Mother-in-law. Let's rest."
Titi hesitated but approached the bed. As she sat down, Lakeman pulled her onto his lap, their faces mere inches apart. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Robin has a passion for indulge in. Why don't we enjoy ourselves, too, Mother-in-law?"
Before Titi could respond, Lakeman captured her lips in a deep, heated kiss, alternating between her upper and lower lips. She melted into his embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck as their kiss deepened. Lakeman's hands moved to her chest, gently kneading through the fabric of her clothes. Their breaths grew heavier as their passion consumed them, their surroundings momentarily forgotten.
Just as they began to loosen their clothing, Robin's voice shattered the moment.
"Incredible!" she exclaimed. "I've finished reading it. Let's go, Master." There was a hint of jealousy in her voice as her gaze lingered on the pair.