"M-M-Master!"
Seeing Kotonoha actually produce a heavy, polished wooden toolbox, Rei was instantly so terrified that she began to stutter.
Admittedly, to secure her own survival, the pragmatic blonde had been willing to cast aside her maidenly modesty—squatting naked on a glass coffee table with her legs spread wide in a humiliating 'M' shape, displaying her untouched purity to a man just like a desperate prostitute. However, offering herself was one thing; submitting to whatever was inside that terrifying box was another. The kit looked suspiciously like a vintage doctor's surgical set.
"Shave her bare," Adrian commanded, his cold eyes locking onto Kotonoha while completely ignoring Rei's pitiful, panicked pleas.
True, Rei's pubic hair was already trimmed quite exquisitely, indicating she took great pride in her appearance. However, Adrian firmly believed that—with the exception of his most elite, favored lieutenants—all standard sex slaves within his fortress ought to bear a distinctive, permanent mark of their degradation. Stripping them of their natural hair was the first step in stripping away their humanity.
Having issued his cruel instructions, Adrian turned his back on the trembling girl and headed for the grand staircase.
He had been waiting outside for roughly an hour, handling Saya and interrogating Rei.
Presumably, Saeko's panicked shame should have cooled down into a more malleable vulnerability by now.
"Spread your legs wider!"
Seeing her Master head upstairs, Kotonoha immediately turned around. Her previously doting, subservient expression vanished, replaced by a completely blank, chillingly deadpan mask as she barked the order at Rei.
"Um... what is your name, big sister?"
Struck speechless for a moment by the sudden shift in demeanor, Rei could only feign polite ignorance and ask, hoping to build some sort of rapport with her captor.
"I am the Master's Head Bitch. And who are you?"
Kotonoha produced a pressurized canister of shaving foam from the wooden box. Without a shred of warning, she sprayed a thick layer of the white foam directly onto Rei's exposed private parts. Instantly, a biting sensation of icy coldness spread over the blonde's sensitive crotch.
"Mmm—!"
A low, involuntary gasp escaped Rei's lips as the freezing foam settled over her pulsing nerves.
"My... my name is Rei Miyamoto!"
"So you are Miyamoto-onee-san? My, you are quite sensitive, aren't you!"
Kotonoha retrieved a folding straight razor.
With clinical precision, she gently pinched the outer edge of Rei's labia to pull the skin taut, then slowly began to scrape the razor downward.
"Mmm... please... could you please be a little gentler?"
Feeling the freezing, lethally sharp steel blade gliding back and forth across her most sensitive and vulnerable flesh, Rei hurriedly pleaded, terrified of being mutilated.
"Oh, it is perfectly fine! As long as you don't squirm around like a disobedient animal, I won't nick your slutty little pussy!" Kotonoha giggled deliriously, a genuinely unhinged light dancing in her dead eyes.
Rei gazed down in horror at the girl crouching between her thighs. Kotonoha was shaving her with intense, terrifying concentration. The blonde could hardly believe that such incredibly vulgar language had just flowed so naturally from the mouth of a girl who looked like a demure, high-class lady.
"Onee-san, your pussy really is well-maintained. It looks like you take excellent care of it on a regular basis!"
In recent days, Kotonoha had had almost no one to talk to. Adrian treated her merely as a mind-broken plaything, while Saeko wouldn't even deign to look at her, let alone speak to her. Consequently, upon suddenly encountering a fellow captive she could actually converse with, the broken girl became instantly, disturbingly chatty.
After all, in Kotonoha's twisted worldview, this 'Rei Miyamoto' was destined to end up exactly like herself—reduced to nothing more than the Master's breeding stock. Since they were both bound to be his pets, they really ought to get better acquainted.
"I... I suppose so," Rei murmured, feeling utterly sick to her stomach. Was this some kind of bizarre, surreal nightmare they were having?
"Onee-san, your anatomy really is exquisite. This must be the legendary 'butterfly' shape, right?"
Having completely scraped away the last of Rei's blonde pubic hair, Kotonoha wiped the area clean with a damp towel. She stared deeply into the freshly exposed, parted folds of the girl's labia with analytical fascination.
Rei's inner labia parted elegantly to the left and right, naturally protruding slightly to resemble a beautiful butterfly spreading its pink wings, poised to take flight. Had her hair not been completely shaven away, one would never have guessed that she possessed such a renowned, highly coveted 'treasure' hidden between her legs.
"Now, let me apply some of this special ointment for you, Sis. That way, your hair will never, ever grow back again!" Kotonoha happily retrieved a small, medical-grade tube of permanent hair-removal cream from the box, smiling brightly.
"No! Don't!"
Upon hearing that the chemical in the unhinged girl's hand was intended to permanently destroy her follicles, Rei recoiled in absolute panic. Having her hair shaved off was, at least, a temporary, tolerable humiliation. But to have it chemically burned away so it would never return? Wouldn't that permanently brand her physical body as nothing more than a man's hairless sex toy for the rest of her life?
Meanwhile, Adrian remained utterly indifferent to the desperate struggles unfolding in the living room below.
Although Rei and Saya were technically considered core 'heroines' in the original timeline, the two of them combined weren't worth a single strand of Saeko's purple hair in his calculating eyes.
Admittedly, the methods he had employed to break Saeko were profoundly underhanded.
Not only had he mercilessly manipulated her newly awakened bloodlust and skewed her moral perception, but he had also been secretly micro-dosing her meals with a potent aphrodisiac, causing the proud swordswoman's mental fortitude to waver under chemical stress. It certainly wasn't the honorable conduct of a true gentleman.
But what choice did he have?
He was currently possessing the body of her biological father. Given the absolute taboo of that identity, trying to win Saeko's total devotion through strictly legitimate, romantic means would have been an absolute impossibility. He had to shatter her reality first.
Adrian walked silently up the carpeted stairs to the second-floor landing and gave the handle of Saeko's bedroom door a tentative push.
It was locked.
Click. It didn't matter. As the master of the fortress, he naturally carried the master key. He unlocked the deadbolt and pushed the door open.
Whoosh—!
The moment the heavy oak door swung inward, he felt a sudden displacement of air—the distinct sound of a heavy projectile hurtling directly toward his face. Without even blinking, he raised a hand and deftly snatched the flying pillow out of the air.
Saeko sat huddled in the center of her large bed with her knees drawn tightly up to her chest, her knuckles white as she clutched a second pillow defensively.
"Get out!"
Seeing that he had actually used a key to violate her sanctuary and walk right in, the purple-haired girl grabbed the second pillow and hurled it furiously at his head.
"Saeko, I think we need to have a proper, rational talk," Adrian said smoothly, casually batting the second pillow aside.
"There is absolutely nothing to talk about! Just get out!"
Saeko sat cross-legged on the mattress, hugging her knees tightly. With hot tears still streaming down her flushed cheeks, she pointed a trembling finger at the doorway and shouted, her usual stoic composure entirely shattered.
"I know you must be feeling a bit uncomfortable right now, but what happened downstairs really is not a big deal," Adrian said calmly. Ignoring her frantic outburst, he walked straight over to the edge of the bed and sat down heavily, the mattress sinking under his weight.
"Before you say another damn word, would you mind putting some clothes on first... my 'esteemed' father?!"
Saeko shot him a venomous, tear-filled glare.
The man had literally just unlocked her door and strutted in stark naked—dragging his massive, imposing cock right up to his own daughter's bedside. The sheer, dominating audacity of it was absolutely outrageous!
"The only reason you feel so intensely guilty is because your mind still clings to the societal illusion that I am your father," Adrian murmured. Paying absolutely no mind to the girl's biting sarcasm, he reached out, grasped her slender arms, and forcefully pulled her rigid body into his broad chest.
"Let go of me, you sick pervert! You are trying to screw your own daughter!"
Saeko struggled frantically against his embrace, but naturally, a teenage girl's physical strength was no match for a superhuman Grandmaster's. Besides—given how easily she surrendered to his suffocating warmth—it remained an open question just how much effort she was really putting into that struggle.
"What if I told you a secret?" Adrian whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
"What if I told you that you were actually adopted? Would that make you feel better about your desires?"
Feeling the soft, trembling, delicate body of the young swordswoman pressed intimately against his naked chest, the man smiled a dark, victorious smile.
"R-Really?"
Saeko stopped struggling instantly. She looked up at him, her tear-filled eyes wide with a desperate, pathetic hint of hope.
Given the young woman's highly volatile emotional state, Adrian knew that all he had to do was nod, and they could be rolling around in the sheets together instantly.
Human emotions were fragile, highly exploitable things. In truth, Masao Busujima met every single one of Saeko's rigorous criteria for a perfect partner: he possessed immense, overwhelming martial strength, acted with ruthless, decisive resolve, and eagerly accepted the darkest, most bloodthirsty facets of her true nature. For Saeko, had this man not been her biological father, he would undoubtedly have been her absolute, ideal choice for a spouse.
Yet, the biological reality of their relationship stood as the greatest chasm—a seemingly insurmountable, societal barrier—looming between them. But with one simple, beautiful lie, Adrian was about to burn that bridge to the ground.
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