Having dispatched Manami to retrieve the broken heiress, Adrian strolled leisurely down the hall to the lower training room.
The so-called "training room" was a stark, sterile space that looked suspiciously like a subterranean hospital operating theater. It was a soundproofed chamber specifically designed by the paranoid Masao Busujima for breaking and disciplining disobedient female slaves.
"Ahhh—! No!—Stop it!—Stop it now!—I'm going to die!—I'm going to die!"
No sooner had Adrian stepped through the heavy steel doors than a series of shrill, desperately lewd cries assaulted his ears.
Rei Miyamoto lay completely naked, strapped tightly to a cold, stainless-steel operating table. Her legs were spread impossibly wide and secured into elevated stirrups, completely exposing her most intimate anatomy to the harsh fluorescent lights. Her limbs were taut, her back arched off the table as she twitched uncontrollably.
Standing between her spread thighs, Kotonoha was methodically running a soft, black feather back and forth across Rei's freshly shaven, chemical-burned pubis.
"What is her status?" Adrian asked casually, watching the pragmatic blonde writhe in sheer agony.
"Woof, woof! Reporting to Master: the Head Bitch has already administered a double dose of the drug to the new livestock. She is currently undergoing intensive clitoral stimulation!" Kotonoha replied happily, her eyes completely devoid of empathy as she continued to tease Rei's swelling center with the feather.
"Ahhh!—I can't take it!—I can't take it anymore!"
Suddenly, a piercing, shattered shriek tore from Rei's throat. Her body convulsed violently against the leather straps, followed immediately by a thick jet of clear, slick fluid spurting horizontally from deep within her core.
The fluid shot out with shocking force, clearing a distance of over a meter and splattering directly in front of Adrian's bare feet.
"Squirting?"
Adrian raised an eyebrow, staring at the wet puddle on the sterile tiles with a look of genuine, mild astonishment.
"Woof, woof—yes, indeed, Master! This new bitch possesses a truly unique,hyper-sensitive constitution. Master really has an excellent eye for picking prime livestock!" Kotonoha praised ingratiatingly.
She used two fingers to spread Rei's swollen, dripping labia wide open, proudly displaying her handiwork to the apex predator.
Before his eyes, the pink 'butterfly' appeared flushed and engorged, its delicate wings spread wide. From the depths of its floral folds, thick trickles of transparent love-juices continuously oozed forth. And resting at the very peak of that butterfly, a highly sensitive bud was blooming in full, vivid crimson glory.
It turned out the pragmatic survivor, Rei Miyamoto, possessed a highly coveted "legendary vessel"—a rare, exquisitely sensitive anatomy capable of intense, violent female ejaculation. It was truly an unexpected, spectacular surprise.
Admittedly, since this universe was a composite of various adult anime tropes, practically every heroine was endowed with incredibly voluptuous, gravity-defying breasts and hips. Yet, even among this gathering of top-tier beauties, this was the very first time Adrian had actually encountered a true 'legendary vessel.'
"I heard you tried to refuse the ointment last night," Adrian said smoothly. He took a step forward, reaching out and directly pinching Rei's exposed, hypersensitive clitoris between his thumb and forefinger.
"Ahhh...! Don't pinch! I'll do it! I'll let you apply the ointment! I'll be your bitch! Please, stop pinching!"
Rei immediately let out a shrill, hysterical shriek, her hips bucking uselessly against the restraints.
The previous night, upon realizing the hair-removal cream would permanently brand her as a hairless sex toy, Rei's survival instincts had misfired. She had attempted to turn tail and flee the villa—only to be instantly captured by a man bursting with pent-up lust.
Upon seeing the little wench actually had the audacity to resist, Adrian had simply burst into dark laughter. Rei resisting? Was she trying to be funny? Did she truly think she could outrun a superhuman Grandmaster?
However, Adrian had been utterly exhausted last night. Having brutally taken the virginity of three different girls in a single twenty-four-hour span was too much for even a vessel made of iron to endure.
Consequently, he hadn't inflicted any immediate, physical punishment upon the blonde. Instead, he had simply seized her, dragged her down to the training room, strapped her to the table, and instructed his Head Bitch to give her a proper "awakening" the following day.
And judging by the puddle on the floor and the sheer terror in Rei's eyes, Kotonoha was proving to be a spectacular, ruthless warden.
Bound to a cold table, pumped full of heavy aphrodisiacs, and subjected to relentless, teasing clitoral stimulation—it was a maddening psychological and physical ordeal that very few human beings could withstand without breaking.
After all, female anatomy was different from male anatomy. For a man, ejaculation triggered a refractory period; even a superhuman like Adrian needed ten or fifteen minutes to fully recover his stamina. Women, however, had no such limits. As long as the chemical and physical stimulation remained constant, they could be forced to climax continuously, one shattering orgasm right after another, until their minds simply gave out.
"You really haven't been a good girl, have you?"
Adrian smiled, lightly flicking the swollen, engorged bud protruding from between her labia minora.
Every woman's anatomy differed in size and sensitivity. Some, like Kokoro, possessed tiny, nearly invisible buds that were completely hidden beneath their hoods. Others, like Kotonoha and Manami, swelled to the size of a small mung bean when aroused—visible, but entirely proportionate.
But the pragmatic survivor strapped to the table possessed a bud significantly larger and far more sensitive than average. It was the size of a small soybean, glowing a vivid, pulsing crimson—a truly delightful, highly exploitable target.
With her naturally exquisite, 'pink butterfly' shape—and now sporting such a massive, hyper-sensitive trigger—this little opportunist was clearly born to be a broken sex slave.
"Please! Stop flicking it! I'll be your little bitch—just please, have mercy on me! I promise I'll be good! I'll do absolutely anything you ask!" Rei pleaded frantically, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
If she had known she would be subjected to such maddening, drawn-out torment, she never would have put up a fight last night. So what if they applied some permanent cream?
So what if she never grew pubic hair again? What did dignity matter in the face of this absolute agony?
A pragmatist must focus on surviving the present first; only then could one live long enough to scheme for the future.
"Did you apply the ointment?" Adrian asked Kotonoha, completely ignoring Rei's frantic sobbing as he continued to roll the swollen bud between his fingers.
"Woof, woof! It is all applied, Master! Her slutty pussy will be completely bare forever!"
"If livestock disobeys, they must be punished. Tell me, Rei... how exactly should I punish you for running away last night?" Adrian asked with a dark smile, tracing the slick folds of her weeping core.
Although this little chick had quickly realized the fatal error of her resistance, the old adage held true: a conqueror must rule with a perfect balance of benevolence and absolute terror to ensure lasting control. If he didn't let her experience the agonizing consequences of defiance now, how could he possibly expect her to obey him on the battlefield later?
"Sex slave! This sex slave is willing to serve Master's cock! Please, Master—punish me by fucking me hard!" Rei shouted, her face flushed crimson, her body trembling with chemical desperation.
For a supposedly proud virgin, being able to shout out such degrading, whorish words in front of another girl was truly remarkable.
After all, it had taken over half a month of systematic, brutal training before Kotonoha had reached that level of verbal compliance.
Yet, Rei Miyamoto—a girl Adrian had exchanged fewer than ten sentences with in total—had already correctly assessed what she needed to say to survive. It was clear she was a natural-born opportunist, willing to mold herself into whatever shape her captor desired.
However…
"You actually think being fucked by your Master is a punishment? It seems you still haven't realized exactly where you went wrong," Adrian said, his voice dropping an octave as he frowned in displeasure.
He dramatically increased the pinching pressure on her exposed clitoris.
"Eek! Ahhh! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! Stop pinching my clitoris! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! This sex slave admits her mistake! Ahhh!"
Rei let out a series of piercing, broken screams. The sensation—a maddening, sensory-overload blend of intense sexual stimulation and searing, sharp pain—left her completely bewildered, her brilliant mind unable to process how to respond.
"You, Bitch," Adrian commanded, casting a cold, steely gaze down upon Rei—who was wailing in agony yet remained utterly clueless as to her true crime. He turned to Kotonoha.
"Tell the new livestock exactly where she went wrong."
"Woof!" Kotonoha yelped, practically bouncing with sadistic eagerness as she rushed to answer her Master. "As a bitch-slave, being fucked by Master's cock is our absolute greatest blessing! Yet this arrogant creature actually dares to view such a divine privilege as a punishment—it is a crime of the utmost heinousness!"
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