"Recently, a strange infectious virus has been spreading throughout the continent of Africa. Patients infected with this virus exhibit symptoms of extreme, uncontrollable aggression. We urge all citizens to temporarily suspend any travel plans to the affected regions. Currently, the World Health Organization is dispatching personnel and resources to prepare for a comprehensive study of this disease..."
Sitting at the dining table and waiting for dinner, Shizuka watched the overseas news broadcast on the television with a puzzled expression.
"What a strange disease," she murmured, tilting her head. "It sounds like a rapid-onset variant of rabies!"
However, her fleeting concern for global health was instantly derailed by the rich, savory aroma wafting from the kitchen. She immediately perked up.
"Rika-chan! Hurry up, I'm starving!"
"If you're starving, drink some of your own milk first! I'm busy!" Rika replied irritably from the stove, flipping a piece of meat in the pan.
"Ahhh! I don't produce any milk! How am I supposed to drink it?"
Shizuka slumped forward weakly against the table. Her two massive breasts compressed against the wood, effectively propping up her chin like a built-in fleshy pillow.
Rika walked out of the kitchen, carrying two plates of steaming food. She glanced down at Shizuka's chest and sighed. "Such huge assets and no milk to show for it. What a waste of space."
"You don't have any milk either, Rika! You have no right to criticize me!"
Shizuka completely ignored her friend's teasing. The moment the plates hit the table, her eyes lit up, and she immediately began devouring the food with terrifying enthusiasm.
Seeing her best friend act so heartlessly oblivious, Rika felt a surge of annoyance. She sat down across from her.
"Did Masao take you out yesterday?"
"Mmhmm!" Shizuka nodded, her cheeks stuffed with food. She swallowed heavily and smiled. "The steak he bought me yesterday was so delicious! When are you taking me out to eat steak like that, Rika?"
"Forget the steak," Rika groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You two just ate? Didn't you do anything else?"
"Oh, yeah! After dinner, we went to see a movie, and then he took me to get a luxury spa treatment. By the way, Rika, did you know you can get a full body wrap at the Starlight Department Store?"
"I don't care about the spa! Did you sleep with him or not? Get to the point!"
Unable to bear the suspense any longer, Rika reached across the table. She grabbed Shizuka's imposing breasts and began to knead them roughly.
"Ahhhhh... stop kneading! Yes! We made love yesterday!" Shizuka gasped, her body going limp from the sudden, aggressive stimulation.
"Damn it! Why didn't you tell me something so important until right now?!" Rika demanded angrily, squeezing harder.
"Ah! Rika, you didn't ask! Besides, do I really need to report every time I get laid to you?" Shizuka blinked her big, innocent eyes.
Rika wanted to reach across the table and strangle her. How could this woman's thought process be so utterly disconnected from reality?
"You know I already slept with him a few days ago, right? And you went and slept with him too! You are infuriating!"
The dark-skinned sniper punished her friend by pinching her nipples through her shirt.
"Ahhh... don't squeeze! You're going to break them!" Shizuka squealed.
It had been exactly ten days since the trio's initial dinner date. In those ten days, Adrian had taken each woman out on two separate private dates, easily achieving a flawless double kill.
The truth was, neither Rika nor Shizuka possessed a pathological aversion to men. They had simply drifted into a physical relationship with each other because they had never found a man who met their standards. But when presented with a high-quality, dominant alpha like Masao Busujima, their defenses had crumbled instantly.
Furthermore, they were mature women—Shizuka was twenty-seven, and Rika was thirty. They didn't have the jealous, dramatic hang-ups of teenage girls. If they found a man they liked, they had no qualms about going straight to a hotel.
"Seriously, Rika, Mr. Busujima is amazing!" Having escaped her friend's groping hands, Shizuka smiled dreamily, completely oblivious to the danger of provoking the sniper. "Being with him feels so much better than using a vibrator with you!"
Rika ground her teeth, her heel tapping furiously against the floor. If Shizuka wasn't her best friend and confidante of so many years, Rika would have absolutely thrown her out the window.
"So, what is Masao doing today? He didn't even ask me out," Rika muttered, crossing her arms.
Admittedly, society looked down on men who two-timed. But since Rika and Shizuka were already sharing a bed, sharing a man felt completely natural. In their eyes, a top-tier man was like a luxury toy to be shared between them; having him was ideal, but it wouldn't tear their friendship apart.
"Well, he needs to rest too," Shizuka said matter-of-factly. She lifted the hem of her shirt, revealing her pale, smooth stomach. "He ejaculated inside me so much yesterday, my belly still feels completely bloated!"
"You idiot!" Rika glanced at the empty plates on the table and yelled in pure frustration. "Your stomach is bloated because you clearly ate too much! I haven't even had a single bite yet, and you ate two people's worth of food! It's outrageous!"
Rika buried her face in her hands. Seriously, she eats like a horse every day, yet she never gains an ounce of fat anywhere except her tits. It defies physics.
While the two women continued their playful bickering at the apartment, about three kilometers away at the Busujima Dojo, a different scene was unfolding.
"Tsk, tsk. Looks like the plot is finally about to begin."
Adrian sat in his private quarters, watching the exact same overseas news broadcast about the sudden outbreak of aggressive violence in Africa. He smiled cynically at the screen.
"Father? What did you say?"
Saeko, who was sitting gracefully beside him pouring tea, looked at him curiously. "What plot is beginning?"
"Ah. I said... I foresee that the world is going to be in chaos very soon," Adrian corrected smoothly, changing his tune without missing a beat.
Before Saeko could question his ominous phrasing any further, Adrian looked down at the space between his legs.
Kotonoha was kneeling on the floor, her head bobbing rhythmically in his lap.
"Idiot," Adrian scolded, reaching down to grab a handful of Kotonoha's dark hair and tugging sharply. "How are you still so incompetent at this?"
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