"Master!"
Manami Katsura hugged Adrian's legs, her voice dropping to a tone that was half-pleading, half-seductive.
"Kotonoha has been in poor health since childhood. As her mother, I've been so worried. Please, for the sake of my sincerity, make an exception just this once!"
'Seriously?' Adrian thought, looking down at her. 'If you're going to pretend to be pitiful, at least do it properly. What is the meaning of attacking my legs with your tits?'
Feeling his feet and lower calves completely enveloped by her massive chest, Adrian slowly lowered his head.
"Mrs. Katsura, you're making things very difficult for me."
'Bastard!'
Manami looked up at the man's lust-filled eyes and heard his slightly perfunctory tone, secretly cursing him in her heart.
'What kind of "Master" is he? He's just like those other scumbags who covet my body. All men are the same!'
However, even though she secretly despised Masao Busujima's character, Manami maintained a mournful, pleading smile on her face.
"Master, please give me a chance!"
She spread her arms and pressed her hands against the sides of her breasts, squishing them together to completely bury Adrian's feet in her cleavage.
Adrian didn't know exactly how her breasts were structured to be this soft, but it felt as if his feet were submerged in warm water. The sensation was smooth and enveloping, like a high-end spa treatment. It felt like stepping into warm jelly, with soft, heavy pressure massaging his skin. It was so comfortable he almost laughed.
He lifted his feet, pulling them free from the embrace of Manami's chest.
"Master Busujima?"
Manami's face instantly turned pale.
This "breast massage" technique was her tried-and-true specialty—the secret weapon that allowed her to stand out among her peers and become a successful career woman envied by all.
Few men could resist this ultimate visual and tactile pleasure. Two breasts the size of basketballs enveloping their feet, while a stunningly beautiful married woman looked up with a charming, submissive expression? It was a scene designed to pump blood straight to a man's head.
However, before Manami could say anything more, Adrian's feet moved again.
His big toes extended forward, slipping directly into the strained gap between Manami's breasts and the fabric of her dress.
Pop—
The neckline of her dress, already stretched to its limit, finally gave way.
Her breasts, far too large for the fabric to contain without support, sprang free. Two heavy, pale spheres immediately bounced out, hitting Adrian's feet with a soft thud.
"Mrs. Katsura, are you attacking me with your breasts?"
Adrian extended his toes, directly gripping her protruding nipples, and asked with a devilish smile.
Manami's nipples were about half the size of an average person's thumb, a deep, inviting purplish-red. On an ordinary woman, such nipples might look strange, but on Manami, they were perfect. Compared to the sheer scale of her breasts, they actually seemed dainty.
"I'm so sorry, Master! My breasts attacked you without permission! I'm truly very sorry!"
As the saying goes, the advantage of a married woman is her experience; you only need to pat her butt, and she immediately knows which position to switch to. Manami was only startled for a second before she adapted, responding with a subservient smile.
"So, Mrs. Katsura, what do you think we should do about these things that attacked me?" Adrian asked teasingly, twisting his toes against the sensitive nubs.
"They are truly disobedient," Manami cooed, leaning into the touch. "How about we punish them by making them into footrests for you, Master?"
"Isn't that a bit too extravagant for a pair of footrests?"
Adrian pressed his feet down, stepping firmly onto the breasts that could be called a gift from the heavens.
"To be used as footrests by the Master is an honor for them!"
Manami raised her head, forcing a seductive, worshipful smile.
Adrian reached out and pinched Manami's chin, forcing her to look up at him as much as possible. To be honest, the act of stepping on a woman's chest while making her look up at him was a power trip that only worked with assets of this magnitude.
"Mrs. Katsura, the Busujima family has a secret sword technique that I'd like you to appreciate."
"Thank you for your kind favor, Master. Manami is deeply grateful!"
She immediately understood his meaning. She raised her hands and lifted the hem of his loose training uniform.
Under the robe, there was nothing but bare legs and a fully erect penis. During Manami's second visit, Adrian had already removed his underwear. After all, this woman was here to offer herself; why bother with the pretense of modesty?
"Master Busujima is truly a Great Swordsman... his blade is incredibly sharp and magnificent!"
Manami extended her hands and grasped the shaft, praising it with flattering words.
Internally, however, her shock was genuine. This thing was much larger than anything she had encountered before. Even with both hands wrapping around it, nearly half the length was still exposed. The purplish-black glans was the size of an egg, angrily emitting a strong, masculine heat.
Immediately, Manami felt her body go weak. A thick warmth began to flow between her legs.
As a mature, voluptuous woman, she wasn't averse to sex. In fact, her husband was completely useless in bed, leaving her in a state of prolonged sexual frustration.
Although she had engaged in intimate encounters with several company presidents for career advancement, those men were geriatric corpses in their sixties and seventies. Even with a beautiful woman serving them, they needed medication just to achieve a half-hearted erection. Enjoyment was out of the question.
Every time she finished a "business meeting" with those men, Manami felt frustrated and unsatisfied.
But this? Seeing such a weapon, her body reacted instantly.
"So, Mrs. Katsura," Adrian said, noticing the flush on her face and the unnatural way she twisted her hips. "Aren't you ready to inspect the blade?"
He knew she was aroused. Since this woman was willing to use her body as a weapon, she certainly wasn't a saint. Seeing a weapon of mass destruction like this... it was only natural she'd want to test its edge.
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