One Piece: The Conqueror's Harem

Yuji wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the shower.

Waiting for them outside, arms crossed with a stern expression, was none other than Fleet Admiral Sengoku.

"Lieutenant General Yuji!! That woman is supposed to be on medical leave."

Yuji grinned, unfazed by the legendary figure standing before him.

"Come on, Sengoku-san. Hina-chan said she wanted to serve me! Who am I to refuse?"

"What…? Colonel Hina, is that true?"

"Yes."

Hina's immediate response made Sengoku clutch his forehead, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

"Fine… I won't interfere. This is between the two of you." In the end, he decided to ignore it altogether.

"Now, listen up, Vice Admiral Yuji. We need to discuss the upcoming war with Whitebeard."

"With me?"

"That's right. Not Garp, not the others—you. Walk with me."

Yuji stretched lazily, giving Hina one last smirk before turning away.

"Aye aye. Sorry, Hina-chan. Guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Mmm. Tomorrow then."

As Fleet Admiral Sengoku seethed internally 'Why doesn't she say goodbye to ME?!', Vice Admiral Yuji—the Marine's resident sex-crazed warlord—trailed behind him, already plotting how to bend Hina's stoic demeanor into a moaning mess.

Yuji kicked open the door to the cramped conference room, where the Marine Trio lounged like bored kings.

"Yo. The fuck're you all doing here?"

"That's OUR line," growled Akainu, magma fist simmering. "Why drag us into this shithole room, Sengoku?"

"It's past midnight," Aokiji yawned, ice cracking down his spine. "Let us sleep."

"For once~ I agree with Kuzan~" Kizaru drawled, legs propped on the table.

Sengoku ignored their bitching. "Yuji. You'll be on the frontlines at Marineford."

"Seriously, Sengoku-san?" Yuji smirked, imagining the bloodshed. "Gonna let me loose on Whitebeard's crew?"

"Precisely. You're too valuable to waste on defense."

"Hold on," Akainu cut in. "What's this got to do with US?"

Sengoku dropped the bomb. "You're here to stop HIM."

"Stop, him… you mean Yuji?" Aokiji raised an eyebrow.

"YES! For the next six days," Sengoku declared, "Yuji is banned from all vices. No booze. No slaughter. And ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING."

The room froze.

"The hell did you just say?" Yuji's voice dripped with violence.

"Deny your urges," Sengoku pressed, "and that pent-up rage will make you unstoppable in the war. Succeed, and I'll let you claim any woman—or harem—you want afterward."

"You think I need you to stop me from railing my toys?!" Yuji snarled, mind flashing to Jewelry Bonney bound in his brig, Miss Doublefinger's whip marks, and the dozen slaves begging for his cock. 

"I'll lock myself in the training room. Just keep those hypocrite Celestial Dragons away from MY bitches."

"You have our word," Sengoku said.

As Yuji stormed out, the Admirals exchanged glances.

"If he snaps," Sengoku muttered, "restrain him. Even if it kills you."

"Obviously," Akainu grunted.

"Wouldn't wanna die~" Kizaru chuckled, already texting his mistress.

"This'll be messy," Aokiji sighed.

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Six Days Later:

"Fucking kill 'em all."

"Don't start spoutin' that scary shit outta nowhere, Yuji Tono."

"Tch. Tsuru-san!! Please Don't fuckin' distract me now, I'm busy."

"My, my… You're dead serious, aren'tcha?"

Time surged forward to the day of Fire Fist Ace's execution.

Yuji Tono stood in Marineford Plaza, his bloodlust so palpable even the hardened Marines recoiled. Sengoku's orders be damned, the air around him reeked of violence barely leashed.

"Ain't I right?" Yuji's grin twisted sadistically. 

"Every fucker comin' today's a bounty head. Slaughter 'em all, and I'll earn enough Berry to create a harem of mermaids."

Tsuru sighed, her cigarette ash trembling. "Questionable motives aside, quit scarin' the rookies."

"Kehaha! No promises, granny."

For six days, Yuji Tono had starved himself—of food, of pleasure, of everything.

No fucking Jewelry Bonney.

No breaking his "bed thralls."

Just meditation, cold meals, and honing his hatred for Whitebeard into a blade sharper than Mihawk's Yoru.

"THEY'RE HERE!!"

"Pirate armada—incoming!!"

Yuji's pulse roared. Around him, Marines sweated and shook. But he just laughed, tongue dragging across teeth like a beast tasting blood.

"Later, Tsuru-san. Time to play."

"Don't get carried away, brat."

"No guarantees."

SORU…

In an instant, Yuji blurred to the frontlines.

The Gates of Justice yawned open, revealing Whitebeard's allied scum.

However, the old man himself, nowhere to be found.

"That sound. Coated ships…?"

Yuji's ears honed sharper than a Fishman's, caught it. The vibrations. The quake.

"BREACH IN THE BAY!! Whitebeard's Moby Dick plus three—!"

"Shut yer squealin'!" Yuji snarled, the Marine's panic grating his nerves.

Then HE appeared…

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