One day had passed since Gojo's return to his territory, the Continuum. He was currently on the island of Hydra, the technological jewel of his empire. Unlike the other islands bustling with life, Hydra was a sanctuary dedicated solely to research – medical, military, or otherwise. Its lack of civilian population made it the perfect place for sensitive experiments.
As he walked through the sterilized corridors of the main complex, Gojo observed with satisfaction the frenzied activity around him. Scientists busied themselves in vast laboratories with glass walls, some bent over rare medicinal plant specimens, others over never-before-seen technologies. His smile widened even more when he finally reached his shaman's office.
"Shoko! Your favorite captain is here!" he exclaimed, making a theatrical entrance.
Shoko Leiri looked up from her documents, a slight smile on her lips. As the chief physician and researcher of the Infinite Pirates, her reputation was well established. Her bounty of 247,320,000 Berries testified to her exceptional talents, recognized even by the Marines.
"Captain," she replied, rising. "The timing is perfect. I have something new to show you."
They navigated the maze of corridors until they reached a highly secured section. The laboratory that stretched before them was impressive – rows of toxic plants alongside carefully preserved Devil Fruits. It was here that their most ambitious project had taken shape over the past two years.
"As you know," Shoko began, adjusting her glasses, "our team excels in creating antidotes. But Magellan's poison remains our greatest challenge. So far, our chances of complete neutralization were capped at 10%." She paused. "The good news is, we have finally managed to obtain a pure sample of his poison – a feat, considering he rarely leaves Impel Down."
Gojo's face lit up, then darkened as he saw Shoko's expression.
"Unfortunately," she continued, "the ship carrying the sample was intercepted and destroyed by Thriller Bark – Gecko Moria's ship."
"Any particular reason?" Gojo asked, frowning.
"We were also transporting rare specimens. Knowing Moria, he probably wanted them for his collection of zombies."
Gojo settled into a chair, thoughtful. The loss of the sample was a major setback – it could have increased their success rate to 40%. But more importantly, leaving such a provocation unpunished could tarnish his reputation as an Emperor.
After Shoko explained the loss of the sample, Gojo leaned against a lab bench, his gaze fixed on her. Silence fell, only broken by the discreet hum of machines.
"You know, Shoko," he began, his smile turning mischievous again, "you have this way of making even bad news... intriguing."
Shoko raised an eyebrow, placing her glasses on the table with deliberate slowness. "Intriguing, huh? Trying to distract me, captain?" Her voice was tinged with teasing amusement, but her eyes betrayed a glint of interest.
Gojo approached, reducing the distance between them. The lab lighting cast soft shadows on their faces. "Maybe," he murmured, his tone lower, almost intimate. "Or maybe I just want to see if the best doctor in the Continuum is also skilled in... other forms of care."
Shoko didn't back away, holding his gaze. She reached out, lightly brushing the collar of his jacket, a gesture both bold and controlled. "Careful, Gojo," she said, a smirk on her lips. "Some experiments here are much more dangerous than Magellan's poison."
Their proximity was electric, but before the moment could tip further, Shoko stepped back with a light laugh, breaking the tension. "Focus on Thriller Bark, captain. We'll resume this... discussion another time."
Gojo laughed in turn, shaking his head. "You always know how to keep me on the edge, Shoko."
Gojo's laughter faded, replaced by a predatory gleam. Shoko, still leaning against the bench, met his gaze, her smirk challenging the intensity of the moment. Gojo approached again, this time without hesitation, his hands gripping Shoko's hips possessively.
"Dangerous, you say?" he murmured, his husky voice sliding over her like a caress. "Let's see how much."
Shoko didn't retreat. On the contrary, she grabbed the collar of his jacket, pulling him closer, their lips brushing without quite touching. "You want to play, captain?" she breathed, her tone provocative. Then, without waiting for his response, she kissed him with a fervor that betrayed weeks of pent-up tension. Their mouths devoured each other, a mix of raw desire and challenge.
Gojo growled against her lips, his hands sliding under Shoko's lab coat to grasp her firm breasts, his thumbs teasing her already hardened nipples through the thin fabric. Shoko moaned softly, biting Gojo's lower lip in response, her fingers moving to unbutton his pants with surgeon-like dexterity. She freed his cock, already hard, and stroked it slowly, her thumb brushing the glistening tip slick with precum.
"Fuck, Shoko," Gojo gasped, his breath ragged as she tightened her grip, masturbating him with expert precision. He countered by sliding a hand under her skirt, his fingers finding her wet panties. He pushed the fabric aside and plunged two fingers into her pussy, making her gasp against his neck. "You're already so wet," he growled, his fingers fucking her slowly, curving just enough to brush that sensitive spot that made her shiver.
Shoko, never one to be outdone, suddenly knelt down, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Without a word, she took his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before engulfing it deeply. Gojo cursed, his hands burying in her hair, guiding her movements as she sucked him with ferocious intensity, her lips sliding along his length, leaving wet trails. The blowjob was rough, messy, punctuated by Shoko's muffled moans and Gojo's grunts.
He pulled her up abruptly, slamming her against the bench, the lab instruments clinking under the impact. He tore off her panties, exposing her glistening pussy, and plunged into her with a powerful thrust, making her scream. "You like that, huh?" he growled, his deep and relentless thrusts, each movement making the workbench tremble. Shoko clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her breasts bouncing with each impact.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her moans turning into cries as he fucked her relentlessly, his fingers finding her clit to rub in rhythm. "Gojo, damn, keep going," she gasped, her body arched against his, pleasure building like a wave ready to crash.