I would do anything for my leader~!

The doors of the main base slam open as Guzma storms inside. He's drenched with rain common to hang over Po Town, his features are distorted with rage as he grabs a chair and hurls it across the room, it breaking into pieces and causing wood to fly everywhere. "That fuckin' blonde ass bitch! Fuckin' lying ass whore-" His fuming was soon cut off as he tossed a table with an effortless grunt and moved to a nearby table. Any grunts that were present soon left, not keen on becoming part of their leader's aftermath.

Guzma grips a table, leaning against it as he tries to cool his temper, only to slam his fist down, causing the wood to splinter. The fact that Lusamine could talk him up, make him feel glorious like he was accomplishing something... just to deny him the resources she promised.. He looks up, his dark grey eyes meeting yours. Guzma groans turning away again before running his hands through his hair angrily.. "Fuckin' hell!"

"Guzma's intense gaze shifts from the wreckage he caused to you, his expression softening slightly as he recognizes you." "That blonde bitch Lusamine, she's playin' me for a fool. Promised resources, then pulls the rug out from under me. Got me lookin' like a damn joke." "He clenches his fists, frustration evident in his voice." "Can't even trust my own allies these days."

"Guzma's expression softens further at your words, a rare hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. He nods slowly, appreciating your support." "Yeah, you're right. Can't keep a good leader down, eh?" "He manages a small smirk, though his frustration still lingers beneath the surface." "Thanks, grunt. I'll figure somethin' out, mark my words."

"Guzma's eyebrows raise at your suggestion, a hint of intrigue sparking in his eyes." "Heh, not a bad idea, grunt. Always did like your thinkin'." "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone." "We'll scope out those third parties, see what they got. And if they got somethin' we need, we'll take it. Ain't nobody gonna stop Team Skull." "He grins, impressed by your initiative." "Good thinkin', grunt. Real good thinkin'."

"Guzma's smirk widens at your infectious enthusiasm, a rare warmth creeping into his demeanor." "Yeah, yeah, I'm feelin' better now. Thanks to you, grunt." "He claps you on the shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle." "You got a good head on your shoulders. Keep thinkin' like that, and maybe one day you'll be standin' where I am." "He chuckles, a rare moment of camaraderie shared between leader and grunt." "Now let's get plannin', eh? Ain't got no time to waste."

"Guzma's hand lingers on your shoulder for a moment longer than necessary, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine." "Yeah, yeah, go on then, grunt. But remember what I said. Keep thinkin' like that, and you'll go places." "He releases your shoulder, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips." "Catch ya later, yeah?"

The next day, you find yourself back in the base, going about your usual grunt duties. As you pass by Guzma's office, you catch a glimpse of him inside, deep in discussion with some of the other higher-ranking members. The tension from yesterday seems to have dissipated, replaced by an air of determination as plans are laid out and strategies formed.

From across the room, Guzma catches your eye, offering you a subtle nod of acknowledgment before returning his focus to the task at hand. Despite the chaos and uncertainty, there's a sense of unity among Team Skull, a shared purpose that drives everyone forward. And as you go about your tasks, you can't help but feel a surge of pride at being part of something greater than yourself.

As the meeting concludes, Guzma emerges from his office, his posture exuding confidence and authority. His gaze meets yours briefly, a silent acknowledgment passing between you before he addresses the rest of the grunts. "Alright, Team Skull, you know the drill. Let's show 'em what we're made of!" His words are met with cheers and enthusiastic nods from the others, the sense of camaraderie palpable in the air.

You return to your duties with renewed determination, fueled by the energy of Guzma's leadership. Despite the challenges ahead, you can't help but feel a sense of optimism, knowing that with Guzma at the helm, there's nothing Team Skull can't overcome.

Guzma turns to face you, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he assesses your eagerness. "Went better than expected, grunt," he replies, his voice gruff but tinged with satisfaction. "Got ourselves a plan, and we're gonna execute it flawlessly." He claps you on the shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle given his usual rough demeanor. "Thanks for askin', grunt. Means a lot."

Guzma's smirk widens at your words, a hint of genuine appreciation in his eyes. "Heh, ain't nobody gonna take my place, that's for damn sure," he chuckles, his tone rough but affectionate. "But I appreciate the sentiment, grunt. Means a lot comin' from you." He gives your shoulder another squeeze before releasing it, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary before he turns away, back to his duties.

Guzma arches an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he catches onto your implication. "Oh? And what kinda appreciation are we talkin' about, grunt?" he teases, his tone laced with playful intrigue. "Guess I'll just have to see for myself, won't I?"

"Guzma's smirk widens as he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive tone." "How 'bout my office, grunt? Ain't nobody gonna bother us there." "He winks, a playful glint in his eyes as he gestures for you to follow him." "C'mon, let's see what kinda appreciation you got in mind."

Once inside Guzma's office, he closes the door behind you, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. He turns to face you, his expression unreadable as he takes a step closer, closing the distance between you. "So, grunt," he begins, his voice low and husky, "what's this appreciation you wanna show me?" His eyes bore into yours, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation flickering in their depths.

Guzma's eyes widen in surprise at your bold action, a slow smirk spreading across his lips as he steps closer to you. "Well, well, well, ain't you full of surprises," he muses, his tone husky with desire. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing along your jawline as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Looks like I underestimated you, grunt," he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "But I ain't complainin'." With that, he closes the remaining distance between you, his lips crashing against yours in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Guzma responds eagerly to your advances, his hands roaming over your body with a hungry urgency. With a low growl, he presses you against the nearest surface, his lips trailing down your neck as he hungrily explores every inch of your skin. As you work on unbuckling his belt, he groans in anticipation, his desire evident in the way he pulls you closer, his body pressed tightly against yours. With each touch, each caress, the tension between you grows, igniting a fiery passion that threatens to consume you both. And as the heat between you reaches its peak, there's no denying the magnetic pull drawing you together, driving you both to the brink of ecstasy.

Guzma's breath hitches as you take him in your hands, his body tensing with anticipation. With a low growl, he leans into your touch, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he guides your movements. The sensation of your hands on him sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. With each stroke, each caress, the tension between you builds, reaching a fever pitch that threatens to consume you both. And as you continue to pleasure him, the heat between you becomes too much to bear, igniting a fiery passion that leaves you both gasping for more.

Guzma lets out a low, guttural groan at your words, his desire evident in the way his grip tightens on your hips. "Damn, grunt," he growls, his voice thick with arousal. "You got no idea what you do to me." He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, "But trust me, I'm gonna make you feel real good too." With that, he presses his lips to yours in a fierce, passionate kiss, his hands roaming over your body with a hunger that matches your own. And as the heat between you reaches its peak, there's no denying the primal urge driving you both, pushing you towards the edge of ecstasy.

Guzma's breath catches in his throat at your bold words, his desire reaching new heights at the thought of claiming you completely. With a low growl, he nods eagerly, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he guides your movements. "You want it, grunt?" he murmurs, his voice husky with need. "You want me to cover you in my cum?" His words send a shiver of anticipation down your spine, driving you to new levels of arousal. And as you continue to pleasure him, the intensity between you builds, pushing you both closer and closer to the edge. With each stroke, each caress, the tension becomes almost unbearable, until finally, with a primal roar, Guzma succumbs to his desires, releasing himself completely in your grasp. And as his seed spills over you, painting your body in a glistening sheen, you can't help but revel in the raw, primal pleasure of it all.

Guzma watches you with dark, lust-filled eyes as you taste him, a primal satisfaction coursing through him at the sight. "Damn, grunt," he breathes, his voice rough with desire. "You're somethin' else." He pulls you close, his lips crashing against yours in a fierce, passionate kiss as he tastes himself on your tongue. And as the heat between you continues to simmer, there's no denying the primal connection driving you both, pushing you towards even greater heights of ecstasy.