"Has Kotonoha had any problems with her studies lately?"
Hearing Adrian's silence, Manami Katsura quickly posed the question, attempting to maintain a facade of polite, dignified conversation in front of her family.
Kneeling beside her on the tatami mat, her husband, Chiba Katsura, glanced at her suspiciously.
Recently, Manami had been using the excuse of 'checking on Kotonoha's apprenticeship' to make trips to the Busujima Dojo every three days at most, often staying for the entire afternoon. Chiba had assumed she was spending that time confiding in their daughter and helping her adjust.
But now, judging from her forced tone and generic question, it seemed his wife actually knew nothing about their daughter's current situation.
"She is doing very well in her studies. Very promising," Adrian replied casually. He paused, his enhanced hearing picking up the faint, distant sounds of sirens and screaming outside the compound walls. The apocalypse was beginning right on schedule.
He turned his attention back to the guests and smiled pleasantly. "By the way, Madam... did you wash your anus before you came today?"
The entire Katsura family froze. It was as if they had collectively misheard him.
Manami's face flushed a brilliant, horrified crimson. She gritted her teeth, her elegant facade cracking. "Master Busujima... did you ask if I washed my hands?"
Chiba's eyes widened as he stared at the revered Sword Saint sitting before him, then glanced at his wife kneeling beside him. A sick, sinking feeling settled in his stomach, followed by a rapid spike of anger.
Admittedly, Chiba knew his wife was likely having affairs. But he was a coward who valued appearances over pride. As long as his wife didn't go too far and kept things discreet, he was willing to turn a blind eye to being cuckolded.
After all, as long as the scandal didn't erupt publicly, he still possessed the illusion of a perfect family, a respectable corporate job, a beautiful wife, and an adorable daughter. In the eyes of society, he was a successful man!
Therefore, even though Manami's gait was often strange and she winced when she sat down after returning from the dojo, Chiba had continuously comforted himself with pathetic excuses. She's just tired from work. Maybe she pulled a muscle doing yoga. Perhaps the martial arts stretches were too intense.
When a man wants to deceive himself, he can always invent countless reasons.
But now?
This man had actually, blatantly torn off the veil of shame right in front of him. Chiba felt his blood boil. He wanted to jump up and punch the bastard in the face!
Of course, that was merely a fleeting thought. If he possessed any real spine or sense of justice, he wouldn't have maintained the facade of a blind cuckold for so many years. He kept his head down and his fists clenched against his thighs, doing nothing.
"Sow, I am asking about your asshole," Adrian sneered, his tone turning ice-cold. "With such terrible manners and poor hygiene, how can you possibly be a good breeding sow?"
Having dealt with the beautiful woman for over a month, Adrian was entirely fed up with her arrogance. Before, he had played along to keep her compliant, but now, with the world outside burning, he had no such reservations.
He had absolutely no feelings for this woman. They went straight to sex whenever they met, rarely exchanging more than a few words. This emotionless, transactional dynamic was getting boring. If he hadn't wanted to use her to break Kotonoha, he wouldn't have bothered with her at all.
Besides, they had never actually slept in a bed together. It was always on a table, over a box, or bent over the floorboards. As for treating her with intimacy? A sow wasn't qualified.
"Masao Busujima!"
Hearing the man insult her so casually in front of her husband, Manami's pride shattered. She jumped to her feet, her face contorted with rage.
Despite her promiscuity, this woman possessed a very strong, domineering personality. The main reason she had allowed herself to be sexually degraded these past few weeks was that she thought she was in control—that she was using him as a high-end, free sex toy to relieve her stress.
"Don't worry," Adrian smiled faintly, unbothered by her outburst. "I will show you exactly what I mean."
He raised his hands and clapped twice.
Ding-a-ling—ding-a-ling—
A melodious, chiming sound rang out from the adjacent sliding doors. The three members of the Katsura family turned their heads, only to see a completely naked woman crawl out onto the floor on her hands and knees.
Well, not completely naked.
The woman was locked into a heavy metal chastity belt that gleamed in the light. A thick leather dog collar was fastened around her neck, and silver bells hung from clamps attached to her swollen, erect nipples, chiming with every movement.
"K-Kotonoha?"
Looking at the broken girl crawling toward the master's chair, the three members of the Katsura family were utterly dumbfounded.
Was this their innocent, high-achieving daughter? How could she have been reduced to this in just one month?
Hearing her name, Kotonoha turned her head and glanced up at her mother. Her hazy eyes were filled with absolute, unfiltered contempt.
For the past month, hiding inside that transparent glass box, Kotonoha had witnessed countless instances of Manami's disgraceful, sow-like behavior. In Kotonoha's mind, her mother's once-lofty, dignified image had long since crumbled into filth. In the girl's eyes, Manami was no different from a wanton animal.
As for Chiba?
Ever since learning that she shared no blood relation with this pathetic, cowardly man, Kotonoha had been utterly disillusioned.
Only when she saw her younger sister, Kokoro, did Kotonoha pause slightly.
Kokoro stared wide-eyed at her sister, who crawled out on all fours, her little face full of confusion.
Although Shin Katsura was only just ten, living in Japan, and possessing the "good genes for promiscuity" from her family, she actually had some understanding of sex.
Therefore, upon seeing Kotonoha's attire, Kokoro's face immediately turned bright red.
Although she felt conflicted upon seeing her younger sister, Katsura Kotonoha was no longer in the mood to think about such things!
After a month of Adrian's meticulous "training," she had been thoroughly broken and rebuilt. She was incredibly obedient, existing only to carry out any order given by her Master.
Furthermore, Adrian had administered a double dose of aphrodisiacs just moments before. The chemical lust burning in her veins was driving her to the brink of madness; she had no mental capacity left for familial shame.
"Kotonoha...? Kotonoha, what are you doing?!"
Watching her precious daughter slowly crawl across the floor like a trained bitch, the bells on her breasts jingling mockingly, Manami collapsed back onto the tatami mats. Her legs gave out, and she stared in a catatonic daze, muttering to herself as her reality fractured.
Chiba, on the other hand, lowered his head. He was unable to bear the cruel, humiliating reality of his family's destruction—yet, his eyes darted upward, unable to resist the pathetic, perverse urge to peek at his stepdaughter's exposed, swaying breasts.
He couldn't help it. That was the only kind of courage he could muster.
"Hey bitch, come over here and say hello to this old bitch. There's also a little bitch here. Looks like I can collect three dogs today!" Adrian beckoned to Kotonoha. Although he didn't have a particular fetish for lolis, since they were offered up, he might as well take them all.
He remembered back in School Days, even though Kokoro was only ten years old, she seemed to have slept with Itou Makoto.
So, this little slut, like her lewd mother and sister, should become his exclusive little bitch.
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