In the grand hierarchy of this world's absurd anatomy, Saeko's impressive D-cup breasts were ironically the smallest of the group.
Compared to the true bovine monsters like Manami Katsura and Shizuka Marikawa, Saeko was practically petite. Even Kotonoha, who was a year younger and stood only 1.56 meters tall, possessed natural E-cup assets that dwarfed the Kendo Captain's.
And that was in the past.
Due to the rigorous "medication" regimen over the past month, Kotonoha had already swollen to an F-plus. With continued dosing, Adrian estimated she would reach a G-cup before the apocalypse officially began.
It was unclear what her biological limit was. The effects of the Takeda drug varied depending on individual constitution. It was impossible for a flat-chested A-cup woman to suddenly develop udders like Manami; matter couldn't be created from nothing. A flat woman might gain two cup sizes at best.
But someone like Kotonoha? With her naturally gifted genetics—clearly inherited from her mother—she was a blank canvas waiting to be filled. She would likely set a new record.
Splurt—!
The philosophical musings on breast size were cut short by a wet sound.
Because of Adrian's vigorous kneading, a jet of milk shot from Manami's nipple. It flew across the short distance and splashed directly onto Saeko's stunned face.
"Pfft—!"
Saeko didn't react at first. She blinked, her brain struggling to process the warm, white liquid dripping from her nose and chin.
Did... did I just get sprayed with breast milk?
"Father!"
The purple-haired girl felt a surge of humiliation and anger. She opened her mouth to shout, to persuade him to stop this madness.
But it was a tactical error.
Seeing her open her mouth, Adrian smirked. He grabbed Manami's enormous breasts and squeezed them harder.
"Ahhhhh... I'm going to come... I'm going to come!"
Manami screamed, the sensation of lactation fueling her drug-addled lust. Her vaginal walls clamped down violently on Adrian's shaft.
Splurt—!
Two more high-pressure jets of milk shot from her nipples. They hit their mark perfectly, spraying directly into Saeko's open mouth.
"Ugh—!"
Saeko gagged. Her mouth was full of warm, sweet human milk. The taste was cloying and intimate, and it made her stomach turn.
Ret-ch!
Saeko immediately squatted down, clutching her throat, and began to dry heave onto the tatami mats.
At the same time, the pressure was too much for Adrian to hold back.
Manami's violent contractions around his penis pushed him over the edge.
"Ahhhhh—! I'm dead—I'm dead—!"
The beautiful woman reached a spine-shattering orgasm, her tongue lolling out of her head, screaming incoherently.
Adrian yanked her off his lap just as he erupted.
Saeko, having just finished retching, looked up to wipe her mouth.
She looked up just in time to see a stream of thick, milky-white semen arcing through the air toward her.
Splat.
It hit her directly in the face, mixing with the milk already dripping from her bangs.
"Ahhh—!"
This time, the girl couldn't hold back. Her composure shattered completely. Screaming in horror and humiliation, she scrambled to her feet and ran out of the room, her face covered in her father's filth.
"Hehe."
Watching the usually stoic Kendo Captain flee in panic, Adrian laughed heartily.
He picked up the dazed Manami and used her face as a towel to wipe himself clean before leisurely putting on his clothes.
Later, he would check on Saeko's mental state. He would play the role of the caring father, gaslighting her into believing this was somehow a misunderstanding or a test of her resolve.
For now, his thoughts turned to the school nurse.
Shizuka Marikawa...
Originally, he thought he'd have to wait until the zombie outbreak to taste that particular fruit. But thanks to his daughter's "matchmaking," it seemed he could start the harvest early.
Adrian finished dressing and looked down at Manami. She was collapsed on the floor, unconscious.
He checked her pulse. Strong and steady. She was just exhausted. As for whether she would get sick from sleeping naked in a puddle of milk, semen, and other fluids?
Sows are generally very resilient. She'll be fine.
Ignoring the mess, Adrian walked out into the courtyard.
He didn't go to Saeko's room. He knew without asking that the girl was currently in the shower, scrubbing her skin raw. He would let her stew for a while.
Instead, he walked straight to the guest quarters.
He tried the handle. Locked.
It didn't matter. As the Head of the Family, he had the master keys to every room in the compound.
Click.
He unlocked the door and stepped inside.
He immediately saw Kotonoha curled up in the corner, knees pressed to her chest, sobbing.
Clearly, being seen naked and covered in filth by Saeko had dealt a heavy blow to her psyche.
Although she had been toyed with by Adrian for days, in Kotonoha's mind, she had compartmentalized the shame. She was only a slut for Master. To the rest of the world, she was still the obedient, high-achieving Yamato Nadeshiko.
It was the concept of Honne (true feelings) and Tatemae (public façade).
Just like her mother: in front of Adrian, Manami was a sow. In public, she was a CEO. In front of Kotonoha, she was a stern mother.
Kotonoha was the same. Her lewd behavior in the quiet room had been possible because she was blinded by lust and anonymity. But being discovered by Saeko—her senior, her peer—and then exposed to the cold wind of the courtyard?
The illusion of her purity had been shattered. She felt incredibly vulgar.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Adrian knew exactly why she was crying, but he couldn't be bothered to offer genuine comfort. She was a reserve toy, not a girlfriend.
Feelings? For Kotonoha?
He paused.
Wait. Isn't she the one who chops heads off in the 'Bad End'? Or is that Sekai? Whatever. They're all the same.
Adrian crossed the room and reached down. He ignored her feeble resistance and hauled her up by her arm. With his other hand, he grabbed her breast roughly.
"No... Waaah... No... please..."
Kotonoha cried, trying to push him away, but her strength was pathetic compared to his.
"Is it because I didn't fuck you earlier? Is that why you're crying?"
Adrian laughed cruelly. He pinched her nipple hard, then slid his hand down to cup her vulva through her thin clothes.
"No! No! Waaah... I... I..."
"No what?"
Adrian felt the reaction instantly. Despite her tears, her body betrayed her.
"Your nipples are already hard. You're dripping wet. And you still say no?"
Thanks to the long-term use of aphrodisiacs, her body was a slave to stimulation. Her mind might be rejecting him, but her biology was welcoming him with open arms.
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