"Father!" Saeko's voice called from the hallway.
"Come in," Adrian replied casually, not breaking the rhythmic flow of his indulgence.
The heavy oak door creaked open, and Saeko Busujima stepped inside the luxurious suite. Her sharp eyes swept over the utterly obscene scene before her, yet her beautiful face remained stoically unfazed. Instead, her focus drifted downward, lingering on the young girl eagerly nursing Adrian's length.
"Father, what is this?" Saeko asked. Her tone was perfectly neutral, though a curious, dark glint flickered in her gaze.
Adrian smirked. He shifted his weight, pressing his bare foot down hard against Manami's massive, heavy breasts.
"You answer her," he commanded coldly.
Manami winced in pain as his heel dug ruthlessly into her soft flesh, but her conditioning held firm. She immediately responded with absolute submission.
"Young Miss... this is my second daughter. She is your father's newest little bitch."
The beautiful CEO felt a sharp, humiliating pain radiate through her crushed cleavage. Her elegant features twisted slightly in agony, but she forced her voice to remain steady and composed.
When Chiba Katsura had been brutally dismembered by the rotting monsters right in front of her eyes earlier that afternoon, Manami had been paralyzed by mortal terror. Fortunately—or perhaps unfortunately—Adrian had been watching the slaughter from the shadows. He had stepped out at the very last second, effortlessly decapitating the undead creatures before offering the terrified widow a simple choice: submit completely, or join her husband in the blood-soaked gutters.
Fear had instantly stripped away the last remnants of Manami's corporate pride. She had surrendered without a fraction of hesitation. After all, very few possessed the sheer willpower to choose a gruesome death over degradation. In the end, Adrian had claimed the remaining Katsura women as his absolute property. Now, they served him on their hands and knees, reduced to mindless, obedient livestock.
"Is she really a virgin?" Saeko gazed down at Kokoro, watching the young girl clumsily bathe her father's shaft in saliva. A strange, unfamiliar restlessness stirred deep within the purple-haired swordswoman's core.
"She is. But she will be graduating from that status very soon," Adrian purred.
He slid two fingers down to press against Kokoro's smooth, completely hairless cleft, immediately drawing out a thick, glistening trail of slick fluid.
Saeko leaned in closer to inspect the spectacle. She noted the feverish flush on the young girl's cheeks and the way her newly developed, sensitive breast buds peaked with tight arousal. The sheer volume of nectar dripping from the innocent-looking honey pot was genuinely shocking.
'How could such a young girl be in such a violent state of heat?' Saeko wondered silently.
"You are so young, yet already so wildly shameless," Saeko murmured, her voice laced with cold disdain. "You are truly a bitch in the making. I suppose the apple really does not fall far from the tree."
Hearing Saeko's vicious assessment, Manami quickly lowered her head, not daring to utter a single word in her own defense. She knew perfectly well that Kokoro's hyper-aroused state was entirely due to the massive dose of aphrodisiacs Adrian had forced down her throat earlier.
"Well, Big Cow? The Young Miss made an observation," Adrian interjected, his tone turning razor-sharp. He ground his heel deeper into Manami's cleavage, flattening the massive mounds of flesh. "Just because you stay quiet does not mean you are off the hook."
"Y-Yes, the Young Miss is absolutely right!" Manami stammered, biting her lip to hold back a cry of pain. "My daughters... the Younger Cow and the Little Cow... are sluts by nature. To serve as the Master's bitches in this life is our greatest blessing."
She forced a trembling, sycophantic smile, attempting to flatter Saeko despite the suffocating humiliation washing over her.
Unfortunately, her pathetic display of maternal betrayal only fueled Saeko's disgust.
"Bitch," Saeko spat.
To drag one's own daughters down into this bottomless pit of depravity was the ultimate disgrace to motherhood.
Smack! Without warning, Saeko swung her hand, slapping Manami viciously across the face and leaving a stark, red handprint on the older woman's pale cheek.
"Y-You—!"
The sudden strike ignited a flash of suppressed rage within Manami. She wanted to spring up and scream. She had endured endless degradation, surrendered her dignity, and prostituted her own flesh and blood to survive. Was this arrogant teenager still not satisfied? What more could they possibly want from her?
But before Manami could even twitch her muscles to rise, a blinding, agonizing pain surged through her chest.
"Ahhh! My breasts—my breasts are going to burst!"
Seeing that the Big Cow dared to harbor thoughts of resistance, Adrian immediately pressed his full weight down onto his foot. He dug his heel viciously into her snow-white, tender flesh. The massive globes were flattened ruthlessly beneath his sole, treated as nothing more than convenient, fleshy floor mats to be trampled upon.
"Ah—!"
Under the immense pressure, Manami's swollen areolas strained, and two thick streaks of milk shot from her nipples, splashing onto the floor. Although she hadn't taken another dose of the lactation-inducing drug since her initial overdose, there was still a residual supply of milk trapped deep within her mammary glands. It hadn't been enough to leak naturally, but Adrian's crushing, external force squeezed every last drop from her ducts.
"My breasts... please... they're going to burst!"
The beautiful corporate executive lay weeping bitterly against the plush carpet. Her two prized, enormous breasts were grotesquely deformed beneath the man's foot. She didn't dare move an inch, knowing that the slightest shift would only tear at the sensitive, bruised fat pinned against her chest.
Once, Manami had been incredibly proud of her spectacular bust. They were her ultimate weapons—her undeniable assets. Whether she was maneuvering for promotions, securing salary raises, or negotiating cutthroat business deals, she had always used her heavy cleavage as leverage. Whenever she leaned forward and assertively rested those massive assets on a boardroom table, she knew the battle was already won.
But now, she despised the two burdensome lumps of flesh. If she had been flat-chested, she wouldn't currently be pinned to the floor like a helpless dog, trapped by her own anatomy.
"You stupid bitch. How dare a mere pet harbor thoughts of resisting its owner?" Adrian mused, completely ignoring her pathetic wails.
As he spoke, he continued to play ruthlessly with Kokoro's tight, untouched slit, his fingers probing mercilessly at the narrow, slippery entrance.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Kokoro shook her small, trembling hips. Her glazed, unfocused eyes remained locked onto the thick shaft inches from her face. She was far too far gone to comprehend the violence happening to her mother. The double dose of the potent aphrodisiac coursing through her veins had melted her brain into a blank canvas of pure, agonizing lust. All she could think about was the flesh in front of her.
Yet, because she was entirely inexperienced, she didn't fully understand the mechanics of what she was supposed to do. Driven by primal instinct, she continued to lap at the shaft with eager, clumsy strokes of her tongue, desperately hoping the act would grant her the release her feverish body craved.
As Adrian's fingers rubbed a relentless, friction-filled rhythm against her ultra-sensitive clitoris, a terrifying, overwhelming sensation flooded her nervous system.
"I-I'm gonna pee... I'm gonna pee!" Kokoro whimpered.
The foreign, electric sensation of intense pleasure thoroughly confused her mind, tangling seamlessly with the sharp, stretching ache of his fingers pushing past her tight, virginal boundary.
"Look at her. She is a slut at heart. It is simply in her blood," Saeko stated coldly, watching the girl shudder through a violent, chemical climax at her father's touch.
The harsh judgment was the only defense mechanism Saeko had left to calm the chaotic, throbbing storm of emotions churning inside her own core.
But her icy pretense could not fool Adrian. His sharp eyes drifted downward, noting the way Saeko's thighs were pressed unnaturally tight together, betraying the undeniable, wet heat pooling beneath her pleated skirt.
A dark, meaningful smile spread across his lips.
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