Chapter 40: Taking things into his own hands
Finally King felt as if he'd broken trhough a boundary and had finally gotten shinobu in his web. Now that he had gotten her comfortable with the idea of him being a man with multiple women in order to repopulate his race, it was basically set in stone. As he got closer and closer to her and she fell for him, she was his first harem member and an important part of his plans.
With Shinobu secured it was time for King to start his plans in earnest. He sent an invitation to the most beautiful woman in the flower capital the oiran komurasaki to join him as his wife, to which he got no reply. This happened several times before king lost his patience and decided to visit her himself.
The air of the Flower Capital held a festive tension. Citizens in the streets bustled under lantern-lit skies, unaware that the shadow of a beast was approaching.
High above the capital, silhouetted against the orange hues of a dying sunset, King the All-Star flew in, his black wings stretching across the sky like an omen. Draped in dark armor, his presence alone seemed to dim the warmth of the evening. Rumors had reached his ears of the Oiran Komurasaki, famed for her beauty and wit—a woman who could bend even the hardest of men to her will. She fascinated him, but he was a conqueror by nature; he didn't come to woo her. He came to take her.
As he descended, the citizens fell silent, their gazes wide with fear and awe. Few could bear to look directly at him, though he hadn't even revealed his face. The muffled whispers and gasps only fueled his confidence. He was King, the right-hand of Kaido, and he had decided that tonight, Komurasaki would be his.
In the grand house of the Oiran, Komurasaki sat by her mirror, brushing her hair, aware of what approached. Her reflection showed her eyes glinting with a mixture of fear and defiance. She had heard tales of the All-Star's cruelty, his insatiable hunger for power. But Komurasaki wasn't a woman who would allow herself to be owned.
As she finished her preparations, a familiar presence arrived by her side. Kyoshiro, the stoic samurai, her secret ally, and protector, entered the room with a sense of urgency.
"Komurasaki," he said, his voice low but tense. "King has come, and it's you he's after. He won't be easy to drive away, but I won't let him take you. I promise."
Komurasaki took a deep breath, steadying herself, meeting Kyoshiro's intense gaze in the mirror. "Then you know what to do," she whispered. Her hands, though elegant, held a hidden strength, and her spirit was unyielding. She was not one to bow easily to any force, even one as overwhelming as King.
King strode through the capital with a dark purpose, his armor clinking softly with each step as citizens scattered out of his way. His Conqueror's Haki flowed from him in a relentless wave, and people fell to their knees or passed out as he moved toward the Oiran's residence, leaving a path of submission in his wake. Only a few dared to stand in his way, and even fewer remained conscious under the weight of his presence.
As he reached the grand entrance to Komurasaki's residence, he spoke in a voice that reverberated through the air. "I am here for the Oiran. Komurasaki belongs to me now. Anyone who interferes will suffer the wrath of King." 'OOOOHH shit I really just said that like A badass!' thought Alber both cringing and cackling maniacally inwardly.