"You are my most precious daughter—but that does not stop you from becoming my most beloved woman."
Although a simple nod would have been enough to deceive her, Adrian had no desire to take the easy way out. Admittedly, he shared no actual blood ties with the girl; yet, in the eyes of everyone in this ruined world, he was Masao Busujima—a fact that simply could not be changed. Besides, breaking the ultimate taboo of a blood-related romance was far more stimulating to his dark sensibilities.
"Let go of me, you sick pervert!" Saeko roared in fury, thrashing against his grip. In truth, all she had wanted just moments ago was a little peace of mind—a beautiful lie to shield her fragile conscience.
"You bastard! Why wouldn't you just lie to me?! Why?!"
The young swordswoman struggled wildly. If only he had simply nodded and humored her, she would have been content to deceive herself into believing the comforting illusion. Yet, to her absolute shock, he refused to grant her even that one tiny, pathetic wish. It was infuriating.
"Saeko... do you know something?" Adrian murmured, holding the thrashing girl tightly against his chest, his voice dripping with fabricated, deep emotion. "Actually, my 'Inner Demons' first emerged precisely because of you."
He paused, letting the heavy words hang in the air before continuing. "But, just like the old you, I didn't dare confront the truth head-on. I could only bury my dark desires deep within my heart—and that suppression is exactly what caused those demons to grow ever stronger. The drastic change in my personality lately? It was primarily an exhausted, desperate effort to suppress this very urge!"
Sensing that the girl in his arms had begun to struggle less fiercely, Adrian knew his manipulative words were taking root. After all, when in doubt, blaming the mythical "Inner Demons" was the perfect scapegoat. What Saeko desperately needed right now wasn't the truth; she simply needed a graceful way to back down—a plausible, romanticized excuse to accept her own damnation.
"We are father and daughter... we cannot do this," the purple-haired girl's voice broke, dropping to a trembling whisper.
In truth, she had frequently dreamt of her father's naked body over the past few days—even dreaming of being pinned beneath his heavy frame, relentlessly pounded and thrust into by his massive weapon. It was inevitable, really. Between watching him ruthlessly dominate other women right in front of her and unknowingly ingesting his chemical aphrodisiacs, it would have been downright unnatural if she didn't suffer from erotic, incestuous nightmares.
"Who dictates that a father and daughter cannot be together? The laws of a dead society?" Adrian asked smoothly. Noticing the girl's rigid resolve wavering, he smiled. He effortlessly lifted her into his lap, positioning her exquisite, tear-stained face so that she was gazing directly into his dark eyes. "As long as there is love, that is all that matters, isn't it? Tell me, Saeko: is the person you love and respect most in this world... me?"
"Yes," she whispered breathlessly.
That much was beyond dispute. They were the two closest souls in the world. Since Saeko hadn't yet had her heart stolen by any foolish boys her own age, her father, Masao Busujima, was naturally the person she revered and loved most in the entire world.
Of course, Adrian had slyly twisted the logic of familial love into romantic devotion—but with her mind currently in such a chemically and emotionally flustered state, Saeko completely failed to spot the linguistic trap he had laid.
"You love me most, and I love you most. So if the two of us are together... what does it matter?" Adrian gazed deeply into her wavering eyes.
"This... but we..." Saeko stammered, left entirely speechless. Twisted as it was, his dark logic almost sounded flawless to her broken mind.
"We may indeed share blood, but must a predator truly concern herself with the moral judgments of ordinary, worldly sheep?" Adrian whispered. He gently lowered his head and pressed his lips firmly against the purple-haired girl's soft mouth.
Truth be told, this marked the very first time Adrian had genuinely kissed a woman since arriving in this ruined universe. His relationship with Manami Katsura was, at its core, nothing more than a brutal physical transaction. Although they had been fucking like animals for over a month, they rarely exchanged more than a few degrading commands; whenever they met, he simply bent her over and got straight to business. As for the other girls, he treated them merely as disposable playthings, far too lazy to bother pursuing any genuine, romantic connection.
"I can't... Mmph—"
Saeko still tried to resist, but the moment the man's warm lips pressed against her own, she parted them without hesitation.
Adrian's tongue swept into the young girl's mouth. Like two peerless swordsmen crossing blades, they began a desperate, passionate duel. Their breaths intertwined, locked in an inseparable, intoxicating embrace. In that heated moment, Saeko forgot the true, taboo identity of the man holding her. He was not her father; he was simply a dominant, powerful man—and, more importantly, the man she valued most in the world.
Noticing the young girl's sharp eyes finally glazing over with pure, unadulterated desire, Adrian's large hands slowly began to wander.
"Mmph—Stop it!"
Feeling the man's calloused hands slide beneath her sleepwear to cup her bare breasts, the young swordswoman cried out in token protest.
However, faced with the girl's half-hearted, melting resistance, Adrian simply gripped the collar of her top and ripped the fabric open.
He aggressively cupped her beautiful, heaving breasts in his palms. It must be said that the physics of this anime world were truly generous; Saeko's breasts were already quite substantial—so large, in fact, that even with his massive hands, he struggled to fully contain them. A D-cup was roughly the size of a small melon, making a complete grip nearly impossible. Yet, among all the women he had conquered in this fortress, Saeko's assets were surprisingly only larger than young Kokoro's; compared to the monstrous dairy cows downstairs, hers were significantly more athletic.
"Mmh—no... let go of me," Saeko murmured.
Her face flushed a brilliant crimson as she reached out with trembling hands, weakly attempting to fend off his advances.
"Rub it for me," Adrian commanded huskily.
He took his thick shaft—which was already throbbing and rising with fresh, heavy arousal—and placed it directly into the young woman's slender, delicate hands.
"I didn't mean to—"
Clutching the scorching, heavy member in her palms, Saeko felt her mind short-circuit in utter bewilderment. 'How did things escalate to this so quickly?' But before her rationality could fully reboot, Adrian sealed her lips once again with a bruising, passionate kiss. He ruthlessly kneaded her soft breasts while she instinctively tightened her grip around his cock. They tumbled together across the mattress in unbridled abandon, their lips locked tight as they explored the forbidden heat of one another's bodies.
Sensing that her defenses had crumbled, Adrian finally released her breasts—which were now flushed red and engorged with heavy arousal—and slid his hand down toward the waistband of her skirt, seeking her lower abdomen.
"No! Stop!"
The instant his calloused fingers brushed against the hem of her skirt, Saeko recoiled as if she had been struck by a live current. She immediately dropped his fully erect weapon and hurriedly shoved his heavy chest away.
"No, we cannot do this!" Saeko scrambled backward to the furthest edge of the mattress, pulling her torn top together. She fixed him with an intense, burning, terrified gaze.
"Saeko," Adrian sighed.
Seeing that the young swordswoman had actually managed to cling to the last shred of her sanity at the very final moment, Adrian felt a sharp pang of dark frustration. 'Seriously? I pushed her this far, and her mental fortitude still holds? Isn't her willpower just a little bit absurd?'
"Get out! You need to leave!" Saeko reached out, snatched the heavy duvet, and wrapped herself tightly within it like a protective cocoon.
With her chest heaving, she pointed a trembling finger toward the bedroom door. "I need some time to think this through properly!"
Seeing the look of absolute, unyielding resolve etched into the girl's flushed face, Adrian knew there was no chance of breaking her completely tonight. Pushing her by force would only ruin the meticulous psychological grooming he had spent days building.
"In that case, I will head downstairs for now," Adrian said smoothly, masking his irritation.
"Get some rest, my beautiful daughter."
Feigning a sense of helpless affection, he stood up, walked out of the room, and clicked the heavy door shut behind him.
Once she heard the lock click, Saeko suddenly froze. She let the duvet slip from her shoulders and fell back against the pillows, staring blankly up at the ceiling, lost in a chaotic, terrifying whirlwind of forbidden thoughts.
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