"This is a comprehensive topographical map of Tokonosu City. Our current stronghold is right here."
Sitting comfortably on the plush leather sofa in the grand living room, Adrian tapped a heavy finger against the center of the detailed chart spread across the glass coffee table.
"What is the point of analyzing the city grid now? Surely, Father, you are not planning to march out and conquer the burning ruins, are you?"
Saeko sat opposite him, fully embracing her new, corrupted reality. She was dressed in a highly revealing, dark silk robe. Her long, athletic legs—clad in sheer black stockings—were crossed elegantly and propped up near the edge of the map. She tilted her head, looking at him with genuine curiosity.
"Given the density of the Shitai swarming the streets outside, attempting a terrestrial expansion right now would be tactical suicide. Even if you were to scour the entirety of Japan, you would be hard-pressed to find a more defensible, self-sustaining sanctuary than the Yokogawa Mountain Base," Adrian replied with a dark smile, his hands absentmindedly kneading the massive 'cow' resting in his lap.
"Oh—hey! Stop groping my boobs so casually! It feels so weird!"
Shizuka Marikawa lay draped across the sofa, wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of white lace panties. Her upper body was completely bare, leaving her astonishingly massive breasts fully exposed to the cool air. Adrian's large hands were buried so deep within her soft, yielding flesh that they looked as if they were being entirely swallowed by her immense cleavage.
"Speaking of which, Marikawa-sensei, your assets truly are monstrous. Even this 'dumb cow' kneeling over here cannot compare," Saeko chuckled, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. She gestured lazily toward Manami Katsura, who was kneeling silently by the table like a piece of human furniture, waiting for her Master's next command.
"Indeed. Shizuka's breasts truly defy the established laws of biology," Adrian mused, rhythmically squeezing the heavy flesh. "By all medical logic, a pair this massive should suffer from terrifying gravitational sag. Yet, somehow, they retain such remarkable elasticity and firmness. It really makes one want to pin her down and conduct a thorough, highly invasive scientific study."
Truth be told, while the airheaded school nurse might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, her body was a masterclass in genetic perfection. When he had nothing pressing to do, using her heavy breasts as a tactile stress ball was a profoundly pleasant pastime.
"Stop playing around! I have absolutely no idea what is going on! And speaking of which... why are there so many naked women crawling around your house?" Shizuka asked, looking around the grand living room with a blissfully vacant, utterly bewildered expression.
The nurse was still existing in a state of total, oblivious cluelessness. After the chaotic, blood-soaked evacuation the previous afternoon, the ditzy blonde had simply taken a hot shower and gone to bed early, sleeping soundly through the EMP strike and the screams of the dying city until noon today.
Feeling bored and her stomach rumbling, Shizuka had simply wandered out of her assigned room in search of someone to chat with.
For the rest of the survivors, the apocalypse had already shattered their worldviews, and their mindsets had violently shifted to adapt. But for Shizuka?
Huh? What did you say? The apocalypse? Is there any food left in the fridge?
Shizuka simply couldn't process the reality of the end of the world. She had even managed to completely ignore the fact that the beautiful Katsura women were naked and wearing dog collars, skipping straight past the degradation to ask where she could find a decent meal.
Coincidentally, Adrian and Saeko had just come downstairs after finishing an intense, taboo "workout" in the master suite. Seeing the nurse wandering the halls, Adrian had simply grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto the sofa.
The scatterbrained woman had harbored absolutely no suspicions; she had simply nodded and readily accepted the physical proximity. What she hadn't expected, however, was for the esteemed, traditional Masao Busujima to completely disregard basic societal boundaries. He had unceremoniously stripped her top off in the middle of the living room and begun manhandling her breasts with a rough, possessive intensity she had never experienced before.
Just weeks ago, Shizuka had engaged in a few intimate, secret encounters with the Sword Saint. While those sessions invariably ended with her being stripped naked and fondled, there had always been a polite, romantic buildup—a nice dinner, a glass of expensive wine, a pretense of courtship.
This time, however, he had stripped her bare without a shred of foreplay, right in front of his own daughter and a pair of broken, kneeling women. It had all happened so fast that Shizuka was left completely dumbfounded. Wasn't this pace a little too fast?
"These women are my exclusive sex slaves. I own them. Do you understand?" Adrian stated bluntly, offering a cold, unapologetic smile.
He didn't bother waiting for Shizuka's brain to process the horrific reality. Keeping his left hand buried in her cleavage, he used his right hand to point at a specific grid on the map, shifting his focus entirely back to Saeko.
"Although I have stockpiled hundreds of tons of daily necessities, simply sitting here behind our walls and consuming our reserves until they run out is a coward's strategy. Moreover, our electricity supply is finite."
True, Adrian had stored thousands of tons of industrial diesel fuel within the subterranean levels of the base specifically for the heavy generators. However, maintaining a steady power supply for a fortified complex of this magnitude meant that those reserves would last—at the absolute maximum—only six months.
It wasn't that he hadn't wanted to procure more diesel; the critical issue was logistics. Amassing several thousand tons represented the absolute ceiling of what the Busujima syndicate could quietly manage during peacetime. Had he attempted to hoard any more, the Japanese government would have undoubtedly launched a federal investigation, suspecting him of plotting a massive domestic terror attack.
As for his heavy weaponry? Those armaments had been secretly signed over by a corrupt Colonel Thorne of the U.S. Forces Japan, officially designated as items held in "temporary transit storage" at the private facility. No Japanese official possessed the political audacity—or the sheer stupidity—to question the legality of off-the-books American military assets.
"Father... are you suggesting that we go out and raid a commercial gas station?" Saeko asked. She extended her long leg, using her silk-clad toe to tap a specific red circle on the chart.
Located exactly one kilometer from the fortified gates of the Yokogawa Mountain Base lay the primary oil and fuel depot of Tokonosu City—a massive, industrial facility stockpiling diesel fuel in quantities easily numbering in the tens of thousands of tons.
While a one-kilometer drive might have been negligible in the old world, under the current circumstances, it was practically an impassable ocean of rotting flesh. Furthermore, the base required at least a dozen tons of diesel daily just to keep the electric fences and water pumps operational, yet a standard tanker truck had a maximum capacity of only a few dozen tons.
Were they really expected to risk their lives hauling a slow, highly explosive tanker truck through a zombie-infested city every three days? It was preposterous.
"Of course not," Adrian smiled, his eyes gleaming with dark, calculated foresight. "I am not about to engage in something as foolish as a terrestrial convoy. In fact, I had a subterranean pipeline dug months ago. The underground infrastructure is essentially complete. Only the final connection remains."
Back when he had first commissioned the massive retrofitting of the base, he had already directed his loyal contractors to begin boring the underground tunnel.
In peacetime, one had to carefully navigate bureaucratic rules. Constructing a private, active pipeline tapping directly into a municipal oil depot would have been a blatant, highly illegal violation of federal building codes—a scandal that, even given the Busujima political clout, would have been impossible to smooth over.
However, merely digging a reinforced subterranean tunnel that stopped just short of the depot's perimeter? That was easily disguised as an eccentric billionaire's private fallout shelter expansion.
"Even if it is just the final connection, wouldn't completing the tap still take a considerable amount of time?" Saeko furrowed her elegant brows, analyzing the tactical risk. "Even if we simply need to connect our pre-dug valve to the depot's existing underground piping system, it would still require at least half a day of heavy industrial labor—let alone doing it while surrounded by the undead."
She paused, highlighting the primary flaw. "Moreover, the pumping equipment within the depot is massive, cumbersome, and highly complex. With only our small security detail, we stand absolutely no chance of successfully booting up that municipal machinery."
"It is no problem at all," Adrian replied smoothly, his hand finally pulling away from Shizuka's flushed skin. "As long as we have the appropriate manpower and technical expertise, we can breach the perimeter and finalize the connection in two hours, tops."
"But where are we supposed to find an industrial engineering expert right now?" Saeko asked.
"As for that particular problem..." Adrian's smile widened into a cruel, predatory sneer. "Just ask the toilet."
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