"Has this bitch still not mastered the technique?"
Saeko Busujima asked with exasperation, looking with disdain at Kotonoha Katsura, who was kneeling between Adrian's legs and licking his penis.
It could take a lifetime of rigorous education to mold a person into an upright citizen, but it often only took a single, well-placed thought to corrupt them entirely.
Half a month had passed since Adrian's heart-to-heart talk with Saeko. The father and daughter had immediately forged a dark pact, both promising to keep each other's secrets and cooperate as active accomplices. Over the following weeks, Adrian had systematically dismantled and rebuilt the purple-haired girl's worldview.
The results were nothing short of remarkable.
Of course, the main reason Saeko adapted to this twisted life so quickly—aside from her awakened 'Inner Demons' and inherent antisocial tendencies—was because Adrian had taken her hunting a few nights ago.
While Japan's crime rate wasn't as overtly chaotic as that of Western countries, the criminal underworld still thrived in the shadows. A late-night stroll through the right alleys was guaranteed to turn up suitable prey.
Adrian had led the purple-haired girl to a group of low-level drug dealers in the middle of a transaction. He killed the first one smoothly to demonstrate technique, then handed a real, live-steel katana to Saeko and stepped back, leaving the rest to her.
Having taken human lives with her own hands for the first time, Saeko had initially dropped to her knees and vomited violently. But then... she began to smile. It grew into a wild, bloodthirsty grin. Bathed in the blood of her victims under the moonlight, she looked like a demonic urban legend come to life.
Afterwards, father and daughter had cleaned up the scene together. They packed the dismembered bodies into heavy duffel bags, weighed them down with cement blocks, and dumped them into Tokyo Bay. They then scrubbed the alleyway with water and bleach.
In reality, from a modern forensic standpoint, this approach was sloppy. If a fisherman dredged up the bags, or if the cartel investigated the missing men, the trail would eventually lead back to the Busujima Dojo.
Because of this, Saeko had lived in a state of high-strung paranoia ever since the murder. As a girl raised in a peaceful, lawful society, even with a violent genetic mutation, the looming threat of the law felt like a suffocating shackle.
Adrian, however, remained completely unmoved. He knew the world wouldn't exist in its current state for much longer. No one would notice the disappearance of a few street thugs in a matter of days. And by the time the police unraveled the mystery and came knocking, the apocalypse would have already swept across the globe.
And just as he predicted, the apocalypse was knocking at the door.
While the news reported that the new virus was contained in inland Africa, Adrian knew the truth. Given its terrifying rate of infection, modern civilization would collapse in three to five days at most.
"Her technique is still lacking," Adrian agreed, shaking his head helplessly. Admittedly, Kotonoha's oral skills had improved by leaps and bounds over the past week, but she was still a long way from achieving professional perfection.
Of course, the main reason was that the girl simply lacked the mental capacity to focus on technique. The massive daily doses of aphrodisiacs kept her in a constant, blistering state of arousal. Half the time, she didn't even remember her own name, let alone the finer points of pleasing a man.
"Father, are you not going to deflower this slut yet?" Saeko asked with slight disgust.
She looked down at Kotonoha, who was constantly wriggling her hips. Copious amounts of clear fluid overflowed from the edges of the heavy metal chastity belt locked around her waist, dripping onto the tatami mats.
To be honest, when Saeko had first seen Adrian treating Kotonoha like a literal dog, she had felt a twinge of moral conflict. But now? Compared to the bloody thrill of murder, breaking a weak-willed girl for sexual amusement seemed like a harmless hobby.
Besides, this wretched dog and her sow of a mother had originally tried to profit off the Busujima name. Everything they were going through now was entirely their own fault. Saeko couldn't be bothered to show any sympathy. She could play the role of a traditional Yamato Nadeshiko, or she could be a demon princess bathing in blood—but she was certainly no compassionate saint.
"There is no rush. We can deflower her when we bring the old sow back to the estate permanently. It will be much more entertaining that way," Adrian said with a cruel smile.
He sat completely naked in a high-backed chair, while Kotonoha, wearing nothing but the gleaming metal chastity belt, knelt between his legs and serviced him. Saeko sat opposite him, fully dressed in her school uniform, casually sipping tea and chatting as if they were discussing the weather.
This bizarre domestic scene would have been unthinkable half a month ago. But now, after bonding over shared secrets and spilled blood, the purple-haired girl could look upon her father's naked, aroused body with clinical ease. Of course, that was as far as it went. Getting Saeko to undress in front of him or satisfy his desires herself was still a distant goal.
"Father, if you intend to keep the mother as a permanent captive as well, shouldn't we formulate a financial strategy?" Saeko immediately started plotting. "We could manipulate her business to bankrupt her and drown her in debt. Then, we could ask the Takagi family's syndicate to collect. I believe that would give us the perfect leverage to 'buy' her legally."
It had to be said—once a woman embraced her dark side, her ruthlessness often surpassed a man's. Saeko, who had once been the picture of pure, noble youth, was now casually plotting corporate sabotage, extortion, and forced prostitution.
Admittedly, Manami's income was substantial, and the Katsura family was wealthy. But they were mere nouveau riche compared to the ancient Busujima lineage. If the Sword Saint truly wanted to frame them and ruin them financially, it would be child's play. However, traditional corporate warfare required significant time, manpower, and resources. Setting a trap and wrapping it up would take at least half a year.
"Do not rush, Saeko. The opportunity will present itself much sooner than that," Adrian smiled mysteriously.
Why go through all the trouble of corporate sabotage? Once the apocalypse truly kicked off in a matter of days, all etiquette, morality, currency, and laws would become utterly meaningless. Then, he could simply take whatever—and whoever—he wanted by force.
"As you say, Father. Your daughter will watch and learn."
If reality possessed a relationship progress bar like a video game, Saeko's status with him would have already bypassed 'Trust' and reached 'Fanatical Worship.' Therefore, no matter how cryptic or arrogant he sounded, the purple-haired girl never refuted him.
"Over the next few days, when you are at school, spend your free time wandering near the rooftop observatory," Adrian instructed, his grip tightening on Kotonoha's hair. "If anything... unexpected happens, remember to secure that milk cow, Shizuka Marikawa, and bring her back safely."
With that, Adrian forcefully pressed Kotonoha's head down against his groin, burying his entire length deep into her throat. Amidst the girl's desperate, suffocating struggles, he climaxed, shooting his load directly down her esophagus.
Saeko watched her father ruthlessly violate the girl's throat. Despite her cold demeanor, her cheeks instantly flushed a deep, brilliant crimson.
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