"My cock is practically swollen."
Looking down at his slightly bruised, heavy shaft, Adrian couldn't help but sigh.
He had only felt mind-numbing pleasure during the act, but now that the adrenaline was fading, a dull ache radiated from his groin. Admittedly, having inherited Masao Busujima's legendary physical attributes, his body was at the absolute pinnacle of human conditioning in this world. However, a penis was not a muscle that could be trained with a wooden sword to withstand crushing pressure.
Kokoro's unyielding virgin passage had been agonizingly tight, providing immense pleasure while simultaneously subjecting his flesh to a crushing, vice-like grip. It was unavoidable; forcing over twenty centimeters of thick, hardened flesh into Kokoro's tiny honey hole was a brutal feat of physics.
Kokoro lay sprawled on the carpet, completely unconscious. Yet, even in her comatose state, her hands twitched, instinctively touching her visibly swollen lower belly as she whimpered softly.
He had just erupted violently deep inside the little bitch's core, pumping a massive, continuous load of thick semen directly against her cervix. Because her internal walls were so incredibly tight and elastic, the moment he pulled out, her passage had immediately clamped shut, sealing all of his thick seed tightly inside her without a single drop leaking out.
That was why the little bitch's belly was visibly distended. Adrian smirked, casually wondering if the potent load would be enough to impregnate her on the first try.
"Master... shall this cow serve you now?"
Manami Katsura asked. She glanced briefly at her broken youngest daughter lying on the floor before quickly turning back to the man with a desperate, seductive smile.
"What kind of mother are you, you beast?"
Adrian sneered. "Seeing your youngest daughter in such a state, shouldn't you go and check on her?"
Adrian casually kicked the beautiful corporate executive away just as she was leaning in to lick his shaft, righteously rebuking her with mock disgust.
"This cow knows her mistake! The cow will go take care of the little puppy right now!" The kicked woman immediately scrambled backward on her hands and knees, obediently crawling over to Kokoro's limp body.
"Woof, woof! Master, shall the big bitch lick you clean instead?" Kotonoha asked ingratiatingly, casting a look of pure disdain at her mother before crawling eagerly toward his feet.
"Saeko," Adrian called out, completely ignoring the Katsura pets. "Your father is in a bit of pain. Will you rub it for me?"
"Huh?"
Saeko breathed, startled. She was sitting on the adjacent sofa with her long legs clamped tightly together. The direct, taboo request momentarily stunned her, leaving her unsure of how to answer.
Having witnessed her father brutally deflower the girl from such a close vantage point, her own core had become instantly, feverishly wet. Her silk panties were already soaked through with heavy arousal.
"Your father is in a bit of pain right now," Adrian chuckled, his dark eyes locking onto the purple-haired girl's furrowed brows.
"Shouldn't a dutiful daughter help her father take a look?"
If he weren't her blood relative, given her newly awakened, predatory personality, the girl would have likely pounced on him long ago. However, the absolute taboo of their familial bond forced her to suppress her carnal nature, terrified of crossing that final, unforgivable line.
But now... the line was blurring.
"I... your daughter... I..." Saeko stammered, visibly torn between two warring emotions.
On one hand, watching the grotesque, live sex display for over ten minutes had pushed her dark desires to their absolute limit. Her body was screaming for a release. But the man sitting naked in front of her was her father.
"Look closely. The flesh is slightly bruised. As my daughter, it is your duty to inspect it."
Seeing the girl still struggling internally, Adrian knew it was impossible to get her to bridge the gap entirely on her own initiative. So, he stood up from his chair and walked slowly over to Saeko.
Because she was sitting lower on the plush sofa, his heavy, semi-erect shaft came to rest right at eye level, inches from her delicate face.
The heavy, musky stench of semen, slick vaginal fluids, and freshly spilled virgin blood was a mixture that should have been utterly repulsive. Yet, to Saeko's broken, corrupted mind, the metallic, carnal scent was intoxicatingly pleasurable.
Gulp. The girl couldn't help but swallow heavily. The thick, throbbing flesh looked so magnificent, so dominant. A dark, primal urge clawed at her mind, begging her to wrap her hands around it, to caress it, to taste it.
To have that monstrous weapon inserted into her own overflowing, aching core... wouldn't that be the ultimate, transcendent pleasure?
Over the past few days, Adrian had been secretly lacing Saeko's daily meals with the Takeda aphrodisiacs. However, compared to the brutal doses given to Kotonoha, the amount in Saeko's food was negligible—less than five percent of a full dose. Because of this micro-dosing, the girl hadn't felt any overt physical discomfort or loss of reason; at most, she had merely experienced a few highly intense, erotic dreams.
But now, the accumulated chemical buildup in her system, combined with the extreme psychological high of slaughtering the undead earlier that day, erupted simultaneously. The potent cocktail left her moral compass completely disoriented.
Should she reach out?
Saeko fell silent, her hands trembling on her lap as two voices argued fiercely within her fractured psyche.
'Reach out!' the dark voice screamed.
'Reaching out will bring unparalleled ecstasy. The world has ended; the old laws are dead. There is no need for such pathetic, moral considerations!'
'No!' her fading rationality cried. 'He is my father! How can I commit such a sin?'
As the two voices battled fiercely for supremacy in her mind, her slender hand involuntarily, slowly began to rise toward the shaft.
Watching the purple-haired girl's agonizing internal struggle, Adrian remained unhurried.
He simply stood there, smiling down at her with patient, predatory expectation.
What he needed was a lethal swordswoman who retained her complete independence, intellect, and combat instincts—someone who would choose to serve him willingly and never betray him. Only then could he entrust his back to her with absolute peace of mind on the battlefield.
After all, despite the Katsura family's current, pathetic obedience—they wouldn't even flinch if he ordered them to eat dirt—they were broken toys. If he ever encountered an unforeseen crisis and lost his absolute grip on power, those three mindless beasts would likely panic or turn on him out of suppressed resentment. The same applied to the surviving students out in the compound. He couldn't guarantee their absolute loyalty once the initial shock of the apocalypse wore off.
Therefore, beyond his own dark, carnal lust for his "daughter," a large part of his meticulous psychological grooming of Saeko was to forge an unbreakable, perfectly loyal lieutenant to help him conquer this ruined world.
"I..." Saeko's eyes slowly glazed over with defeat and desire. Her trembling fingers drew ever closer to the slick, heavy flesh. If she could just grasp it, the taboo would be broken forever.
However, as always, an unexpected variable intervened.
A faint, sharp gasp suddenly echoed from just outside the villa's reinforced window.
The gasp was so incredibly faint that it should have been impossible for any ordinary person inside the room to hear. But both father and daughter were elite martial artists. Their combat-honed senses were far more acute than those of ordinary humans, and their ears instantly locked onto the sound of the intruder.
"Ah—!"
Saeko snapped out of her trance like a person waking from a nightmare. She immediately covered her blushing face with her hands, bolted up from the sofa, and rushed upstairs to her private quarters in a panic.
She had been seconds away from shamelessly servicing her own father! If they had been completely alone, she might have crossed the line and accepted her damnation.
But the realization that an outsider had just witnessed her moment of utter depravity overwhelmed the proud girl with crushing shame.
Of course, in her eyes, the three Katsura animals writhing on the floor were no longer considered human beings; it didn't matter in the slightest if they saw her. But an actual person outside the window? That was different.
"Bastard," Adrian hissed, his aura flaring with instant, murderous fury.
He had spent days meticulously crafting the perfect psychological atmosphere to break Saeko's final taboo. Who dared to ruin his harvest at the very last second?
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