"Mmph."
Adrian woke from his deep slumber and gently moved the heavy, smooth leg that had been draped across his stomach.
"Oh! Father, you are awake," Saeko blinked, her beautiful eyes still hazy with sleep. She offered him a soft, contented smile and playfully stuck out the tip of her tongue. "Forgive me. I ended up pressing down on you again."
"It is fine. Your body is carrying a heavy burden right now. Feeling lethargic is only to be expected," Adrian smiled, reaching out to affectionately stroke the young swordswoman's round, heavily pregnant belly.
It had been nearly a full year since his consciousness had seized this superhuman vessel, and ten brutal months since the apocalyptic EMP had descended upon the earth.
For the scattered remnants of humanity hiding out in the ruins, these past ten months had been nothing short of a literal hell. Let alone Tokonosu City, across the entirety of the Tokyo prefecture, the number of survivors still clinging to life likely wouldn't exceed three digits. With no power grid, no communication networks, and a total collapse of the food supply, the sheer, daily peril involved in an ordinary human trying to survive was unimaginable.
However, for Adrian, these so-called apocalyptic tribulations simply did not exist.
This world truly lived up to its reputation as the ultimate beginner-friendly sandbox for a conqueror. Ever since he had secured and fortified the Yokogawa Mountain Base, the *Shitai* had never once posed a legitimate threat to his empire.
No matter how rampantly the rotting dead swarmed the dead cities outside, the interior of the heavily armed base remained a tranquil, unbothered paradise—filled with the sound of birdsong, meticulously farmed crops, and absolute obedience. Were it not for the fact that one could look out from the sniper towers at any moment and see hordes of the dead shambling aimlessly beyond the reinforced moat, the livestock inside might very well have believed the apocalypse was just a bad dream. Although there had been a few sporadic "zombie sieges" along the perimeter, thanks to their massive stockpile of munitions and heavy weaponry, they weathered these minor inconveniences with effortless slaughter.
"Master, whom would you like to attend to your morning needs?"
Seeing that both he and the pregnant Mistress had woken up, Kotonoha hurriedly stepped forward from the shadows of the master bedroom, dropping to her knees by the bed.
"Bring me the big one," Adrian replied smoothly, deciding it was time to switch his morning attendants.
"Yes, Master!" Upon receiving his command, the heavily-endowed, broken girl immediately bowed her head, turned toward the heavy mahogany doors, and called out sharply. "Big Urinal! Enter and receive your Master's reward!"
At Kotonoha's sharp summons, Yuriko Takagi slowly made her way into the lavish bedroom. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back with thick leather straps, rendering her entirely defenseless.
With her massively distended belly—which appeared only fractionally smaller than Saeko's actual pregnancy—protruding heavily before her, the former Wall Street elite entered the room with a slow, agonizingly halting gait. Between the crushing internal burden of such a swollen abdomen and the strict restraint of her bound arms, her movements were rendered incredibly sluggish and pathetic. With every forced step she took, a look of profound, sickening struggle flickered across her aristocratic face; she appeared as though she were enduring immense, tearing physical agony.
"Please, Master... grant me your urine."
The once-defiant, untouchable career woman had long since shed every microscopic fragment of her former arrogance. Kneeling heavily beside the bed, her distended belly resting on her thighs, she looked up at Adrian and spoke in a fawning, desperately ingratiating tone.
Adrian sat up slightly against the headboard, parting his legs. In immediate, trained response, Yuriko lowered her head, parted her lips, and eagerly took his heavy cock deep into her mouth.
A searing, heavy stream of liquid immediately erupted. The warm urine that had been accumulating in Adrian's bladder all night instantly flooded the cavity of Yuriko's mouth.
Yuriko hurriedly worked her throat, gagging slightly but swallowing down every last drop of the bitter fluid. Her slender neck continued to ripple and undulate—much like a starved snake desperately swallowing its prey—as she gulped down the entirety of the Master's morning waste.
Sensing that Adrian had finished relieving himself inside her throat, Yuriko diligently used her tongue to gently massage the underside of his cock, cleaning the urethra. Then, she began to suck frantically, determined to extract and swallow every lingering drop of urine from within.
Adrian watched with deep, cynical satisfaction as the elite Yuriko Takagi dutifully serviced his cock like a mindless toilet. A dark smile of pure contentment spread across his face.
He now possessed two dedicated, permanent 'chamber pots': the broken mother-daughter duo of Yuriko and Saya Takagi.
Currently, aside from himself and his lethal Queen, Saeko, the mountaintop base housed over a dozen prime female slaves, all strictly categorized according to their respective utility and obedience. At the very apex of this livestock hierarchy stood his two personal overseers—the pair with the most exemplary records of absolute, brainwashed devotion: Kotonoha Katsura and Rei Miyamoto.
These two girls were not only stunningly beautiful, but Adrian had systematically cultivated an absolute, unyielding slave mentality within them. More often than not, they required no direct orders from him; they would simply take it upon themselves to ruthlessly discipline the lower-ranking slaves with whips and collars, keeping the compound submissive and compliant. One could truly say they had been reborn to serve.
Honestly, the human psyche was a fascinating, twisted thing. Sometimes, even Adrian marveled at the depths of a broken mind. Take Kotonoha, for instance.
By all logical rights, Adrian had never once treated her as a human being. He had degraded her, physically abused her, and reduced her mother and younger sister to mere milking cows and playthings beneath his crotch. Any other person in her shoes would surely have loathed him to the very core of their soul.
Yet, astonishingly, the girl's psychological dependence had gone completely off the charts. Not only did she prioritize his absolute comfort above all else, but she had even gone so far as to ruthlessly expose a plot for a slave uprising.
That incident had occurred exactly six months prior, when the proud Takagi mother-daughter duo—unable to endure the daily degradation any longer—had secretly conspired with several of the new refugee slaves to overthrow Adrian's tyrannical rule. However, this pathetic, doomed uprising was snuffed out before a single weapon could be drawn. Rei and Kotonoha had immediately rushed to report the hushed whispers to their Master. Adrian had proceeded to capture Yuriko and Saya on the spot, dragging them down to the subterranean interrogation cells.
Originally, Adrian had shown the Takagi women extraordinary leniency. Given that both mother and daughter were prime, top-tier specimens with ample asses and beautiful faces, he had merely subjected them to a few degrading 'mother-daughter bed-sharing' games. Their physical treatment had been relatively moderate compared to the heavy labor slaves.
Yet, as the old saying goes, human beings are inherently ungrateful. In Adrian's eyes, he had given them paradise; in reality, neither Yuriko nor Saya had ever stopped viewing him as a monster. The sheer humiliation of being his sex toys had left them seething with a hatred so intense they had foolishly plotted to slit his throat.
And so... this was the absolute, horrific state to which the Takagi bloodline had now been permanently reduced.
"How much fluid is stuffed in that belly?" Adrian asked casually. He withdrew his cock from Yuriko's wet, dripping mouth, then lifted his bare foot and delivered a sudden, heavy kick directly to the center of her distended, balloon-like abdomen.
"Ahhh—! My bowels are going to burst!"
Yuriko shrieked in absolute, blinding agony. Although the superhuman had applied only a fraction of his true strength, the blunt impact delivered to a stomach and lower intestine already stretched to their absolute biological tearing point sent the Wall Street elite screaming, her face crashing into the carpet as she sobbed in excruciating pain.
"Approximately four or five liters, Master. This humble servant did not calculate the exact dosage when we pumped her last night," Kotonoha replied hurriedly, keeping her head bowed respectfully, completely ignoring the shrieking woman beside her.
"Husband, help me up."
Paying absolutely no heed to Yuriko's desperate, gurgling screams of pain, Saeko called out languidly from the warm sheets.
Ever since she had become heavily pregnant with his heir, Saeko's demeanor had undergone a subtle, intimate shift. During training or punishment, she would address him as "Father" or "Master"; but in their quiet, domestic moments, she preferred the absolute claim of "Husband." Her choice of address depended entirely on her dark mood.
It made no difference, however. Adrian didn't mind in the slightest. He reached down, grasped his lethal Queen by her athletic waist, and effortlessly pulled her into his embrace.
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