"As for that particular problem..."
Adrian smiled, his eyes gleaming with dark, calculated foresight as he shifted his gaze toward the shadows of the grand living room. He pointed a heavy finger directly at the 'toilet' in question.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
Left stranded in the corner, Saya Takagi thrashed frantically against her bindings, desperate to catch their attention.
Unlike the other livestock who had already been broken into submission, Adrian felt the arrogant, pink-haired genius hadn't yet learned her place. Consequently, after Manami had scrubbed the filth from her body with the industrial hose, Adrian had simply bound the heiress securely and tossed her aside to steep in her own degradation.
She knelt on the polished hardwood, her wrists bound tightly behind her back. The brutal ropes crisscrossed down to her ankles, tethering her in such a way that the proud teenager was forced to arch her spine backward, thrusting her heavy, E-cup bosom high into the air in a humiliating display of absolute vulnerability. Furthermore, to prevent her from making a ruckus and ruining his strategic planning, the girl's tongue had been pulled from her mouth and clamped on both sides with surgical clips. She was completely unable to retract it, leaving her to emit nothing but muffled, pathetic gurgling sounds.
Having been left in this agonizing state for hours, Saya had drooled a considerable amount. The thick saliva dripped continuously down her chin and pooled between her breasts, giving the former untouchable genius a thoroughly slimy, pathetic appearance.
"How absolutely disgusting," Saeko murmured.
The purple-haired swordswoman felt not a shred of unease or impropriety regarding the degrading plight of a girl she had once, albeit loosely, considered a friend. Instead, she merely glanced at the thick saliva, furrowed her elegant brows, and remarked with a distinct air of aristocratic revulsion.
She had now completely severed ties with the weakness of her former self. Her Master had been right: in the apocalypse, there was no room for pathetic sentimentality. All they needed was absolute power and each other. That was enough.
"I took a look from the ramparts last night before the grid failed. The Takagi estate was still lit up like a Christmas tree," Adrian noted, his large hands continuing to rhythmically knead Shizuka's massive, bare breasts. "That fanatic, Soichiro Takagi, is quite a big shot within the political confines of Tokonosu City. His private compound was originally built with paranoid wartime defenses in mind. As long as he doesn't do anything entirely stupid, surviving the initial wave of the outbreak shouldn't be a problem for his syndicate."
"Ahhh... please, that tickles! Stop playing with them so hard," Shizuka whined softly. Though she voiced an indignant protest, her flushed face and glazed eyes betrayed absolutely no genuine anger.
"Besides, given Soichiro's bloated ambition, he is undoubtedly sending out heavily armed retrieval teams to round up stragglers as we speak. You know how those fallen political families are—they are always obsessed with restoring some delusion of 'ancestral glory'," Adrian sneered with a disdainful chuckle.
Hearing his words, Saeko instantly broke into a dark, knowing smile. Unlike the illustrious Busujima clan—whose martial legacy and elite bloodline spanned a full millennium—the Takagi syndicate, while appearing wealthy and formidable on the surface, was nothing more than a gang of nouveau riche upstarts in the eyes of the ancient nobility. How could such trash—a family that had only made its fortune through wartime profiteering—possibly be compared to a prestigious, lethal lineage like theirs, which had endured since the Heian era?
"Father, are you planning to infiltrate their compound and poach their technical personnel?" Saeko asked, casting a slightly envious glance at Shizuka's massive assets currently being dominated by his hands. "But given our current manpower, I fear a direct assault might be biting off more than we can chew."
"Soichiro Takagi has ambition but lacks true, uncompromising strength. He has grand aspirations but lacks the ruthless guts to execute them properly. He will never amount to anything significant. I will be more than enough to handle his estate alone," Adrian smiled nonchalantly.
It was true that the Takagi syndicate possessed plenty of armed enforcers, and Soichiro commanded a formidable arsenal of heavy munitions. Had he handled things ruthlessly, the man might have succeeded in establishing a dominant sanctuary. Yet, Adrian knew the fool's tragic flaw. Soichiro would actually allow a slimy politician like Koichi Shido to incite the surviving masses into causing unrest within his own gates. Furthermore, Soichiro persisted in the fatal delusion that he could maintain control over terrified mobs through 'peaceful and democratic' rhetoric—a notion so naive in the apocalypse it bordered on the laughable.
Extraordinary times demanded extraordinary, dictatorial measures. The only rational course of action was to seize absolute authority by the swiftest, most brutal means possible.
"In that case, your daughter offers her congratulations in advance, Father. May your martial endeavors meet with resounding, bloody success," Saeko bowed her head smoothly.
She displayed not a shred of doubt at Adrian's declaration that he would breach the Takagi fortress alone. After all, the man who served as her father, her Master, and soon, her lover, was the undisputed Sword Saint. Given his terrifying, superhuman prowess, the shambling horrors of the dead would pose absolutely no threat to him.
Seeing the violet-haired maiden respond with such perfect, unyielding compliance, Adrian breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
The primary reason he had invested such a vast amount of time and psychological effort into breaking and remolding her—aside from his own dark, carnal lust—was to ensure the absolute stability of his rear guard. Only Saeko possessed the lethal authority and intellect to keep the sprawling base's personnel and livestock in check during his absence. While the Takahashi brothers had remained steadfastly loyal thus far, who could say with absolute certainty where their true allegiances lay when the chips were down? Betrayal was simply human nature.
"I will gather my gear and set out immediately. I shall return by tomorrow afternoon at the very latest," Adrian declared.
He finally released the heavy, milk-swollen breasts he had been holding and rose to his feet. Speed was of the essence in warfare. If he struck while the undead hordes were still distracted by the panicked survivors in the city, his tactical advantage would be absolute.
"Please be careful out there," Saeko stood up as well, walking over to him with a gentle, devoted expression.
"Naturally. After all, I am still waiting for you to breed me a strong heir," Adrian smirked. He reached out, giving the purple-haired swordswoman's firm breast a possessive squeeze before leaning down and capturing her lips in a deep, wet kiss.
"Mm-hmm. My Master, I shall be waiting for your safe return," Saeko sighed against his mouth, a dark blush staining her cheeks.
"Huh? Wait—Saeko-chan, how can you kiss Masao right on the mouth like that? That is completely inappropriate!"
Shizuka, having finally sat up from the sofa, stared at the taboo scene before her with a profoundly puzzled, airheaded expression. It seemed the ditzy nurse *still* hadn't fully grasped the horrifying reality of the new hierarchy.
"Master, may I take her to task?" The intoxicating, romantic atmosphere was instantly shattered. Saeko turned her sharp gaze toward the nurse, her voice dropping to a dangerously low, displeased register.
As for the other livestock in the household, Saeko knew that no matter how brutally she chose to discipline them, Adrian wouldn't give it a second thought. In his eyes, they were merely disposable tools. But Shizuka? For better or worse, the woman was technically her father's former girlfriend. Saeko felt that before she began physically 'training' the nurse, she ought to clear it with her Master.
"Of course you can discipline her," Adrian chuckled darkly. "Just remember she doesn't have a malicious bone in her body, so go easy on her. Do not break her mind completely; her airheaded nature is part of her charm."
"You really are biased, Master," Saeko pouted playfully, though her eyes glinted with sadistic intent as she looked at Shizuka. "I haven't even laid a hand on her yet, and you are already worrying about your favorite toy's safety. Is it perhaps because her breasts are bigger than mine?"
"You jealous little thing," Adrian laughed, grabbing Saeko's firm, athletic buttocks and giving them two hard, bruising squeezes. "Wash yourself clean and wait for me. When I return tomorrow, I am going to ruin you, you beautiful little slut."
"Then your loyal daughter will wash her core clean and wait right here for you to claim me, Father."
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