"I'm home."
Saeko Busujima, having finished a long day of club activities, stepped into the genkan and kicked off her white loafers. She looked at the servant waiting by the entrance and asked, her voice cool and sharp:
"Did that woman from the Katsura family come today?"
Saeko despised Manami Katsura. In front of her father, she maintained the decorum of a dutiful daughter and kept her tongue still. But in front of the servants? She saw no need to pretend.
"Replying to the Young Miss: Mrs. Katsura did not visit today. However..." The servant hesitated for a split second, lowering his eyes. "Miss Kotonoha appears to be unwell. She has been in her room all afternoon."
The servant replied quickly. Although he had overheard sounds that no servant should ever hear coming from the quiet room earlier that day, the most important skill for a retainer of the Busujima household was selective blindness and deafness.
His entire livelihood—his honor, his fortune—was tied to Masao Busujima. Forget the Master playing around with women; if Masao ordered him to commit murder, he would do so without hesitation.
"Sick? That invalid is sick again?"
Saeko frowned, sensing something amiss.
Admittedly, Kotonoha's constitution was weak. But to fall ill on the very first day of the new semester? It was too convenient.
Saeko's expression turned icy.
'Is that little slut using her 'illness' as a ploy to seduce Father?'
As a daughter, she had no right to police her father's private life. But if the great Sword Saint were to be ensnared by a mother-daughter pair of vixens, it would be a fatal blow to his lifelong reputation.
With that thought burning in her mind, she didn't dwell on it further. She marched straight down the hallway toward Kotonoha's guest room.
Knock, knock!
Saeko rapped her knuckles against the wooden frame.
"Kotonoha-chan? Are you in there?"
Silence stretched for a moment, then a deep, familiar voice resonated from inside.
"Saeko. Kotonoha is unwell. I am tending to her personally. Go to your room."
It was the voice Saeko least wanted to hear. Her heart tightened, and her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
'As expected!'
She had only gone to school for one day. In just a few hours, that damned girl had actually bewitched her father.
"Father!" Saeko's voice trembled with suppressed emotion. "If Kotonoha is sick, please let me take care of her! It isn't proper for you to—"
"Step back!"
Adrian's reprimand was stern, cutting through the door like a blade. It brooked no argument.
"Yes..."
Saeko bit her lip until it almost bled. She was frantic with worry, but she was also helpless. Her father had spoken with the absolute authority of the Family Head. What more could she say?
The purple-haired girl could only bow to the closed door, silently harboring a burning resentment toward the seductress mother and her apprentice daughter as she retreated down the hall.
Some might wonder: it was clearly "Masao Busujima" who couldn't control his lust, so why did Saeko direct all her hatred toward Manami and Kotonoha?
The answer lay in Masao's carefully cultivated public image.
From as far back as Saeko could remember, her father had been a stoic warrior, completely uninterested in women since her mother's death. In her eyes, his recent personality change couldn't possibly be his fault—it had to be the result of witchcraft and seduction by those vile women.
Masao Busujima was a revered Grandmaster. Climbing into his bed was a shortcut to the upper echelons of Japanese society. Countless women had tried to seduce him over the years. Saeko vaguely remembered the shameless gold-diggers of her childhood, and how her father had always driven them away with his iron will.
Therefore, this current situation was clearly the result of the Katsuras' exceptional depravity.
One was a wanton sow who flashed her breasts and ejaculated on the floor; the other was a sickly little slut who masturbated outside the meditation room.
'I have to save him,' Saeko thought, grinding her teeth. 'I won't let his legacy be ruined by those whores.'
While Saeko retreated to her room to plot, a scene of absolute depravity was unfolding inside Kotonoha's quarters.
Adrian leaned back against the headboard of the bed, looking down with a satisfied smile.
"Slurp... slurp..."
Kotonoha was kneeling between his legs in a humiliating pose. Her mouth was bobbing rhythmically, sucking incessantly on his hardening length. The girl was completely naked, her buttocks raised high in the air as instructed. Her fair skin glistened with sweat under the warm lights.
"Wrong pressure. And I told you—keep shaking your ass," Adrian scolded lightly.
He tugged on the thin red rope wrapped around his hand.
"Ahhh... mmm—!"
Kotonoha cried out immediately.
The other end of the red rope was tied in a complex knot around her pink nipples. With Adrian's tug, her massive F-cup breasts were pulled taut, stretched into conical shapes that bounced with her movements.
"Slut... this slut understands!"
Kotonoha stammered the required phrase and quickly began to wiggle her hips again. Anyone standing behind her would have been astonished to see that her vulva—technically still virginal—was dripping wet, glistening with arousal.
Adrian knew that training required persistence. He wasn't the type to give up halfway.
After breaking the girl's mind in the quiet room at noon, he had immediately begun Phase Two of her conditioning. Aside from feeding her some high-calorie food to keep her energy up, he had spent the entire afternoon breaking down her inhibitions.
The results were significant. At the very least, Kotonoha now knew how to address herself properly.
Aside from the potent aphrodisiacs rewiring her nervous system, Kotonoha's naturally timid and submissive personality drastically reduced the difficulty level. If he had tried this on Manami, the drug-addled woman would likely still be causing a scene or making demands.
As for Saeko? Unless he completely overdosed her into a vegetative state, that girl would fight him to the death. Breaking her required finesse.
But Kotonoha? She was putty.
"Yes. Keep those tits out. A slut should act like a slut," Adrian praised, watching the mesmerizing sway of her flesh.
A shadow of gloom crossed Kotonoha's glazed eyes for a second.
She didn't know how she had become like this in just a few days. She should be enjoying her wonderful high school life right now. She should be talking about boys and homework. How had she become a man's naked plaything in the blink of an eye?
A part of her wanted to curse him, to bite him, to run away without looking back.
But... run where?
Kotonoha froze in her motions.
Her father wasn't her biological father—he was a coward who would sell her for stability. Her mother was currently acting like a sow in heat for this very man. Would they really stand up for her?
No one would come for her.
"What are you stopping for? Hurry up and lick."
Sensing the girl's hesitation, Adrian frowned and tugged the nipple rope sharply.
"Ahhh—! Yes! I understand... this slut!"
Pain and pleasure flooded her brain. Kotonoha abandoned her thoughts of escape, stuck out her tongue, and began to diligently serve her Master once more.
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