"You have returned."
Adrian opened the heavy oak door and stepped inside the central villa. He saw Saeko sitting comfortably on the plush leather sofa, watching the television. Upon seeing him enter, she quickly sat up and greeted him respectfully.
"That is certainly a novel piece of furniture," Adrian remarked with a dark, amused smile, glancing at the beautiful woman sprawled on the hardwood floor before the sofa.
There lay Manami Katsura, completely naked and positioned on all fours like a sturdy coffee table. Several crystal fruit platters and a teacup were meticulously arranged atop her smooth, bare back.
Clearly, Saeko was using this opportunity to settle a personal score. The purple-haired swordswoman had long harbored a strong, visceral disgust for the manipulative corporate executive; she simply hadn't had a good opportunity to put the woman in her place before. Now that Manami had been reduced to livestock, Saeko naturally wasn't going to let her off easy.
"I figured the beast was just sitting around doing nothing anyway, so I decided to put the waste of space to good use," Saeko stated, her expression perfectly nonchalant as she plucked a grape from the platter resting on Manami's spine.
"What is on the broadcast?"
As for the beautiful CEO's degrading plight, Adrian simply turned a blind eye to it. As long as Saeko didn't play with the toy until it broke, he was perfectly content to let her establish dominance.
"The national news," Saeko replied, pointing at the flat-screen television. "They are claiming this infectious disease is extremely virulent and are urging all citizens to stay indoors and remain calm."
On the screen, a panicked news anchor was speaking animatedly, wiping sweat from his brow. He urged the viewing public to trust the government and the military, assuring them that while this sudden outbreak was severe, the containment protocols would soon be—
Suddenly, the broadcast cut out. The screen went completely to static, followed by the sound of piercing, horrific screams and tearing flesh erupting from the studio's audio feed before the signal died completely.
Well, presumably, the television station had just been overrun by the walking corpses.
Honestly, Adrian thought cynically, those studio staff members must have been utterly deluded. What exactly did they think was going on outside their soundproof walls? Couldn't they just look out a window and see the apocalypse for themselves?
"Well, I suppose that is that. It looks like we will not have any television to watch from now on," Saeko sighed, switching off the static-filled screen with a hint of frustration.
Even though she had already learned from her father's "prophecies" that the end of the world was imminent, now that the moment of total societal collapse had actually arrived, she still found the sudden silence a bit hard to adjust to.
"It is not quite that dire. I had the retainers stock up an entire server room with downloaded movies and media ages ago. We can still watch whatever we please," Adrian reassured her smoothly.
From massive logistical items like wind turbines and agricultural machines down to the smallest luxuries like toothpaste, sewing kits, and digital entertainment, Adrian had instructed the Busujima syndicate to fully equip the fortress long before the outbreak. After all, they were going to be isolated here for a very long time; it never hurt to be overly prepared.
"Father... you didn't solely stock that kind of movie, did you?" Saeko turned around, looking somewhat taken aback, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she questioned his viewing preferences.
"You dare tease me, Saeko?" Seeing that the girl's heavy mood had lifted, Adrian's spirits rose as well. He reached out and gave her soft cheek a playful, affectionate pinch.
"Ngh..."
Although it appeared to be nothing more than a perfectly innocent, paternal touch, a strange, incredibly soft moan escaped the purple-haired girl's lips the moment his calloused fingers brushed her skin.
"I... I am going back to my room now!"
Having let out such a hopelessly suggestive sound, the proud swordswoman immediately realized how desperate she must seem. Blushing furiously, she hurriedly rose from the sofa and fled the living room.
She simply couldn't help it. Although she had managed to rein in her lust at the very last moment the previous night—thanks to sheer, absurd willpower—whenever she closed her eyes, the only image that materialized in her mind was his massive, throbbing weapon.
It had been especially agonizing when she had finally drifted off to sleep from sheer exhaustion. She had suffered a bizarre, vivid fever dream—one in which she wasn't merely ruling this fortress alongside her father, but had actually been pinned to his bed, ruthlessly bred until her belly swelled with his child.
When she woke up that morning, her entire body had been slick with sweat, her face flushed crimson. Just moments ago, when his hand brushed against her cheek, she was instantly reminded of the searing heat of the previous night. Her whole body had gone limp with a sudden, melting sensation.
It was inevitable. What young maiden doesn't harbor deep, romantic yearnings for a powerful protector?
This man was ruggedly handsome, violently dominant, and exuded a profound, suffocating sense of security. He was capable of accepting and indulging her darkest, most bloodthirsty whims without a shred of judgment. Were it not for the absolute taboo of his identity, he would have undoubtedly met every single criterion for her perfect mate.
Moreover, Saeko had been unknowingly ingesting steady doses of heavy aphrodisiacs on a daily basis. The fact that she had managed to hold out this long without completely surrendering to her chemical desires was a testament to the girl's truly terrifying mental fortitude.
Watching the young swordswoman scurry up the grand staircase with such flustered haste, Adrian smiled knowingly. The fortress walls were crumbling. It seemed he would soon be able to enjoy the absolute pinnacle of conquest.
"Where are the other bitches?"
Adrian nudged the beautiful human table—who still lay prostrate on the floor, balancing the fruit—with his bare foot.
"The Head Bitch is currently in the lower training room, breaking in the newcomers," Manami replied hurriedly, her voice muffled against the floorboards. "The Little Puppy is still lying in bed recovering. She has not gotten up yet."
"Are your udders swollen yet?"
Adrian gave a light, degrading kick to her massive breasts—which hung so heavy and low they were pressed flat against the hardwood—as he posed the question.
"They are swollen, Master! My tits are definitely swollen!" the beautiful executive answered without a second of delay.
The previous night, under the sadistic, watchful eye of her eldest daughter, she had been forced to ingest a massive, triple dose of the lactation-inducing aphrodisiacs. Her nether regions had remained constantly slick and aching throughout the night, and upon waking that morning, she had felt a distinct, agonizing sensation of fullness and heavy swelling in both of her massive breasts.
"Squeeze some milk out. Let me have a look," Adrian commanded, looking down at the groveling woman.
"Yes, Sir!"
Although she felt an overwhelming, crushing sense of humiliation, Manami dared not voice a single objection. She carefully shifted into a half-crouching position, making sure not to spill the fruit platters still balanced precariously on her back. She cupped her massive right breast in both hands, pinched the swollen areola, and aimed her nipple toward an empty teacup placed on the floor before her.
Squirt—! Sizzle—!
A thick stream of pure white milk instantly jetted forth from her heavy breast, splattering against the porcelain cup and pooling on the hardwood floor.
After about two or three minutes of diligent, humiliating milking, the beautiful woman finally held up the teacup—now nearly filled to the brim with warm fluid—and offered it to the man with an ingratiating, desperate smile.
"Master, please taste the fresh milk squeezed from your cow!"
Taking the cup, Adrian took a small, experimental sip. His face instantly twisted in disgust, and he immediately dumped the remaining contents directly into a nearby trash can.
"What the hell is this? It tastes absolutely foul and fishy," Adrian spat.
To be fair, human breast milk heavily laced with chemical aphrodisiacs wasn't exactly a gourmet beverage. The only reason infants tolerated the natural stuff was that it was the very first food they ever consumed; they simply had no other point of reference.
Seeing the milk she had struggled so hard to produce being unceremoniously dumped in the garbage, Manami felt a profound sting of humiliation—yet, at the very same time, her broken psyche felt a twisted, pathetic sense of relief that she had managed to serve him at all.
"Go outside and bring back that pink-haired brat I left handcuffed to the southeast fence," Adrian ordered. After a moment's thought, he fished a small handcuff key out of his pocket and tossed it onto the floor, where it clattered to a stop right in front of Manami's nose.
Although he had degraded Saya and fed her a mouthful of 'water' earlier that afternoon, if he simply left the pampered heiress out there unattended for another night, she might very well end up suffering from severe sunstroke or dehydration. He needed his new breeding stock alive.
"Yes, Master!"
Manami hurriedly snatched the small key in her teeth, spat it into her palm, and rose shakily to her feet. After crawling around on the hard floor acting as furniture for so long, she felt as though her bruised knees were about to give out completely.
However, just as she reached the heavy front doors, she hesitated, her hand hovering over the handle.
Was she really expected to walk outside into the compound, where the guards and surviving students could see her, with her bare buttocks and heavy breasts completely exposed to the air?
"What are you standing there gawking for?" Sensing her lingering, pathetic shreds of corporate modesty, Adrian barked at her with a hint of sharp impatience. "Have you ever seen a beast wearing clothes?"
True, he had prepared plenty of spare clothing and uniforms in the fortress stockpiles—but those garments were meant for human beings to wear.
The three beasts of the Katsura bloodline could forget about ever wearing a single shred of clothing again for the rest of their miserable lives.
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