Admittedly, to those impoverished, desperate losers of the old world, merely securing a woman's body felt like scoring a massive bargain. They were willing to pay steep, humiliating prices and surrender their dignity just to get laid, deluding themselves into thinking they had come out ahead in the transaction.
But in Adrian's cynical worldview, that exchange was fundamentally unequal.
If one looked at the biological transaction purely in terms of physical effort, the man expended a vast amount of physical energy and vital essence, while the woman merely had to lie back and enjoy the ride. It was patently obvious to him who was truly taking the loss and who was reaping the benefits.
Of course, a pack of pathetic, romantic fools would undoubtedly argue otherwise. To them, the fact that a sweet, soft, fragrant girl allowed a man to touch her was a divine blessing he must have spent eight lifetimes cultivating. To suggest that the man was the one taking a loss would be deemed preposterous.
Adrian could only conclude that when the 'market price' of flesh skyrocketed, every single pathetic simp out there got exactly what they deserved.
Even in the real-world society he had left behind, those women would act high-and-mighty in front of an average man, adopting a condescending attitude that screamed: 'You should feel incredibly lucky that I am even letting you look at me.' Yet, the moment they encountered a man of true wealth and power, they would happily throw themselves at his feet—and he might not even spare them a second glance.
As long as a man possessed absolute power and influence, women would flock to him in a ceaseless, tidal wave. At that point, if he still believed that he was somehow getting a 'bargain' by screwing them, then he was nothing short of a brain-dead idiot.
By that same logic, Adrian was currently using these women solely to satisfy his own carnal urges and establish dominance. The notion that he harbored any delusion of being 'lucky' to conquer a handful of teenagers was utter nonsense. Only pathetic individuals with an inherently loser-like mentality—the kind who would still be giddy with delight just to get laid even after acquiring a reality-altering System—would ever be so utterly clueless.
After all, a transmigrator backed by an omnipotent System held a status far more exalted than any ancient Emperor. Look across the entire history of the realm: was there a single concubine who, after being chosen and bedded by the Emperor, actually felt as though she was the one who got the raw deal?
Given his current, god-like status as the absolute ruler of this apocalyptic fortress, breaking these girls was essentially doing them a favor—an act of pure, benevolent condescension on his part.
Yet this pragmatic little brat, Rei Miyamoto, actually thought she was the one being wronged by his attention? She clearly lacked any sense of perspective.
Of course, even the most pathetic losers wouldn't be able to grasp his twisted logic—let alone a sheltered girl like her. Consequently, Rei stared at Kotonoha in utter bewilderment, unable to fathom why the Head Bitch would say such a degrading thing.
After all, wasn't she a sweet-scented, soft-skinned, pristine high school girl? A beautiful, untouched teenager boasting a voluptuous E-cup bust and a perfect ninety-centimeter hip circumference! Were it not for this damned zombie apocalypse, the otaku boys at her school would tremble with excitement at the mere sound of her voice. They would have considered it the highest honor imaginable just to be allowed to kiss her shoes.
And yet, look how things had turned out.
This terrifying, insufferable bastard actually had the audacity to claim that he was doing her a massive favor by ruining her? It was absolutely preposterous—the sickest joke of the century.
However, even though she inwardly scoffed at his twisted, narcissistic logic, Rei knew she was entirely at the mercy of his whims. Her captor held absolute power; if she continued to be defiant, she would face severe, physical repercussions.
So, forcing back her tears, she hurriedly cried out.
"Master! Master, I was wrong! It is an absolute honor for a sex slave to be used by her Master—I realize my mistake!"
"Very good. To acknowledge one's error and strive to correct it—that is a survival virtue of the highest order," Adrian praised smoothly.
Hearing Rei's desperate, submissive cry, Adrian finally released the heavy pinch he had been maintaining on her swollen clitoris.
"Head Bitch, go fetch the gold ring," Adrian commanded.
Even though the pragmatic blonde was acting incredibly submissive now, Adrian felt it was absolutely necessary to teach her a profound, permanent lesson.
"Woof!" Kotonoha hurriedly scurried to the wooden toolbox and retrieved a small, gleaming gold ring. It was a heavy metal hoop—roughly the size of a five-yen coin—specifically designed for extreme body modification.
It couldn't be helped; in a country like Japan, the underground market catered to every conceivable fetish. Back when he had merely mentioned building a discipline room in passing, the sycophantic contractors had immediately supplied the Busujima estate with all the necessary accessories—including many sadistic items he hadn't even specifically requested.
One end of the gold ring featured a razor-sharp, surgical-grade steel barb, designed to ensure a swift and effortless piercing of sensitive flesh. Once pushed through the skin, the barb would slot directly into a locking mechanism on the ring itself, permanently embedding the gold hoop into the slave's body. The particularly cruel feature was that the locking mechanism was strictly one-way; once it snapped shut, it could never be opened again without specialized industrial tools.
"Since you have finally acknowledged your mistake, I suppose I will just have to brand you with a mark to commemorate the occasion," Adrian smiled darkly as he took the gold ring from Kotonoha. The glint of its razor-sharp barb shimmered ominously under the surgical lights, reflecting in Rei's terrified eyes.
"No! Master, please—no! Your slave knows her mistake! Your slave is truly sorry!"
The moment she laid eyes on that wicked barb and realized it was aimed squarely between her legs, Rei instantly understood its intended purpose. Terrified out of her wits, her face went deathly pale, and she began to thrash uncontrollably against the leather restraints.
"What was it you said earlier?" Adrian scolded her with a look of feigned, paternal displeasure. "To think a mere sex slave would dare defy her Master's physical commands—that is a crime punishable by even greater severity."
What was the big deal? It was just a piercing, after all. When you really thought about it, what modern woman hadn't had her ears pierced for the sake of beauty? In fact, plenty of gyaru girls went even further, sporting a whole array of belly and tongue piercings. All he was doing was helping her get a decorative piercing down there. Was there really any need to get so hysterical about it?
"No! Help! Somebody, please help me!" Rei screamed frantically, tearing at her vocal cords.
Ignoring her pathetic cries, Adrian used his left hand to firmly pinch and pull her swollen, hyper-sensitive clitoris outward, isolating the engorged flesh. With his right hand, he took the open gold ring and thrust the surgical barb straight down, driving it directly through the center of the crimson bud.
"Aaaah...! Eeek...! Urgh...! I'm dying... I'm going to die!"
Rei let out a series of bizarre, agonizing screams. Her entire body went completely rigid, her muscles locking up as a blinding flash of agony and overstimulation short-circuited her brain.
Adrian quickly leaped back to dodge, just in time to avoid a sudden, high-pressure stream of pale yellow urine that shot directly out of her urethra, arcing through the air and splashing onto the tiles.
The girl had been so intensely, overwhelmingly stimulated by the excruciating piercing procedure that she had completely lost bladder control.
Click!
Once Rei's body had given a few final, violent tremors and the stream of urine tapered off, Adrian stepped back in. He took the two ends of the gold ring and gave them a firm, decisive squeeze.
The silvery-white locking mechanism instantly snapped shut, securing the heavy gold ring firmly onto Rei's bruised clitoris. The gleaming metal resting against her shaved, swollen pink flesh was, in its own twisted way, quite aesthetically pleasing.
"Excellent. From now on, you are officially branded as my exclusive sex slave. Aren't you just thrilled?" Adrian flicked the gold ring gently with his finger, sending a fresh jolt of agonizing pleasure through the girl's nervous system. He gazed down at Rei—who was still twitching uncontrollably on the wet restraint bed—and asked with a chilling smile.
"Sex slave... Aah... Sex slave... Thank you, Master!"
Rei gritted her teeth, forcing the degrading words out through the narrow gaps between her lips. For a terrifying moment there, she had truly felt as if her heart was going to stop from the sheer, blinding pain.
To have her most sensitive sexual organ mutilated and treated with such casual brutality—this man was nothing short of a literal demon!
Yet, for the sake of her own survival, she knew she had absolutely no choice but to submit to the whims and demands of this devil. To survive in this apocalyptic fortress, one had to cast aside every last shred of human dignity and grovel—wagging one's tail in desperate supplication.
Just like the broken bitch kneeling faithfully by his side.
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