Chapter 32 — Doffy's Submission and His Conspiracy!
At the same time—
Dressrosa.
Inside the villa that Akira had "purchased," though its current condition was nothing short of a disaster.
"Haaa…"
Akira stretched wide, the sound echoing through the destroyed master bedroom, then pushed himself up from the massive bed.
A dull, throbbing hangover hammered inside his skull.
He rubbed his temples with a pained groan, his expression exhausted.
"Damn it."
"Can't believe I ended up drinking too much."
"I even forgot to stack my Layers last night… what a waste."
"To let an opportunity like that slip away—how disgraceful."
To Akira, last night's Red-Haired Pirates party was pure torment.
That crew—
Not a single one of them had a singing voice worth saving.
Every note sounded like tortured ghosts wailing from the underworld.
Combine that with cheap alcohol and—
His head felt like it was about to explode.
In the end, he had no choice but to drink himself unconscious just to endure until the party ended.
"Akira!!!"
Just when his hangover reached its peak, a thunderous voice blasted into his ears!
Bang!
The bedroom door exploded open under overwhelming force!
Yamato burst into the room, carrying her Hassaikai over her shoulder, overflowing with energy.
She didn't look hungover at all.
On the contrary—
Thanks to last night's eating and drinking festival, she looked even more energetic than usual.
"You finally woke up!!"
Her face twisted in annoyance as she jabbed the edge of her Hassaikai into Akira's mattress repeatedly.
"Last night you drank too much!!"
"You forgot to stack your Layers!!"
"We wasted an entire night of training time!!"
"Let's start right now!"
"..."
Akira rolled his eyes.
Weakly, he waved his hand.
"Get lost."
He had just woken up.
His body hadn't fully recovered.
Which was natural—
Yesterday he fought Kaido, Shanks, and Benn Beckman.
Three consecutive battles.
Real, Emperor-Class confrontations.
His mind had been stretched to the limit.
And just when he could finally rest, his ears were assaulted by the death-metal choir known as the Red-Haired Pirates…
He was completely drained.
"No excuses! Weak is weak!"
Yamato clearly misunderstood his exhaustion.
Her ocean-blue eyes narrowed in contempt.
"You were so fierce yesterday when fighting!"
"But the moment it's time for 'training,' you become weak?"
"Hmph."
"Men."
"Is that all?"
"Trash."
"…Hah?"
"One night without training and Yamato becomes a brat who loves mocking people?"
Akira stared at her, both irritated and amused.
He jumped down from the bed.
His three-meter-tall body loomed over her, casting the entire room in shadow.
"If you dare…"
He grabbed Yamato by the collar with one arm.
Lifting her clean off the ground.
"During our next 'training.'"
"Don't cry and beg for mercy."
"Y-you… y-you—"
Yamato's face turned scarlet, burning hot enough to melt steel.
Her long legs kicked wildly in the air.
"I-I… that was…"
"That was a normal training reaction!!"
"Hmph."
Akira scoffed dismissively.
"With a body like yours?"
"Back on the ship, you couldn't even last two full days of training."
"And you still have the nerve to mock me?"
"Y-you… you… YOU—!"
Yamato trembled so violently, words failed her.
Right as the argument was about to erupt again—
Ding dong—
The villa's doorbell rang.
"Hmph."
Akira released her and sat back down lazily.
"Go open it."
"Why me?!"
"Are you going, or not?"
"If you don't, then tonight there will be no Layer stacking whatsoever."
"—!! Fine! I'm going!"
"But you better keep your promise!"
"..."
Yamato immediately abandoned her anger and stomped toward the door, grumbling.
"Who's the idiot knocking this early?"
She walked off with her Hassaikai swinging behind her.
…
Outside the villa—
Donquixote Doflamingo stood elegantly, having changed into a fresh flamingo-feather coat.
He wore new flamingo sunglasses as well.
His charming face carried the familiar Joker smile.
As if he weren't the same man who got pummeled by Yamato yesterday, then slapped around by Akira and robbed of everything he owned.
He had accepted his fate.
He understood now—
He was completely tied to the pirate ship known as Akira.
Akira didn't kill him.
Instead, he kept him alive and ordered him to "make money."
That was an opportunity.
A chance to rise again.
Doflamingo was never good at patience.
But faced with someone overwhelmingly superior—
He had no choice but to learn endurance.
And he needed to study Akira more.
He knew Akira loved money.
And if that was the case…
Perhaps he also loved "beautiful women."
A calculating smile tugged at his lips.
Click.
The villa door opened.
But—
It wasn't Akira.
It was her.
The woman who nearly punched him into spiritual enlightenment the day before—
Yamato.
"Hm, so Kaido's daughter really is quite pretty."
"No wonder Akira dared defy Kaido for her."
"In that case… perhaps the beauty strategy will work."
…
"What do you want here?"
Yamato grumbled, Hassaikai on her shoulder, glaring in annoyance.
"Is… is Lord Akira inside?"
Doflamingo forced a smile that looked more like he was on the verge of tears.
"Akira!"
Yamato shouted into the villa.
"You're being called! By the pink flamingo turkey!"
"Tell him to come in."
"..."
Doflamingo took a deep breath.
Endure.
Endure.
Endure!!
He bowed politely and stepped inside.
In the living room—
He saw Akira lounging on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other.
"Lord Akira!"
Doflamingo immediately put on his most flattering smile.
"Fufufufufu!"
"I trust you slept well?"
"You and Lady Yamato only just arrived in Dressrosa, yet you have no attendants."
"That won't do."
Then with theatrical flair, he turned around—
Revealing the "gift" he prepared.
"Lord Akira!"
"These are two former executive candidates under my command. Today, I have brought them specifically—to attend to your needs!"
Two women stepped forward.
The first wore a cute maid outfit—Baby 5.
The second wore an elegant dress, her long black hair covering half her face—
Princess Viola of Dressrosa.
"Lord Akira!"
Baby 5 said energetically.
"Please use me however you like!!"
"I love being needed! I'll do anything you want!"
Viola trembled nervously, head lowered.
Doflamingo didn't care about either woman's expression.
His eyes were locked on Akira—
Waiting.
If Akira reacted to beauty, even slightly—
That would be a weakness.
And Viola—
She was the biggest gamble.
"Come on…"
Doflamingo cheered inwardly.
"Accept her!"
"If you accept this woman—"
"Her Giro Giro no Mi will reveal all your secrets!"
"Your strength! Your weaknesses! Your entire data!"
"And once that happens—"
"Everything returns to my control—
The control of Donquixote Doflamingo!!"
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