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The man's hand slid down the girl's buttocks. The thin fabric of her close-fitting lace panties offered no resistance and was roughly pushed aside.
Kotonoha Katsura didn't know where she was or what she was doing; her mind had gone completely blank.
Most people claim they would react rationally when faced with unexpected events. They mock others for freezing up or acting foolishly in crises, but the reality is often quite different. If those armchair critics were actually placed in the situation, their performance would likely be even worse.
Just like now.
If Kotonoha had struggled or screamed immediately, Adrian naturally would have stopped. He wasn't reckless.
However, her timid personality prevented her from daring to directly resist Masao Busujima, the legendary Sword Saint.
First, there was the crushing weight of his status. At the start, Kotonoha couldn't even tell if he was actually molesting her or simply "checking her bone structure" as he claimed.
By the time she realized the truth, it was already too late.
Furthermore, given Kotonoha's personality, she was the type of girl who wouldn't dare scold a groper on a crowded train. How could she possibly resist here?
The man violating her was a highly respected master, a figure of immense authority. Her mother, Manami—usually so strict and domineering at home—was currently kneeling on the floor before him, head bowed low, not daring to move a muscle.
What could Kotonoha possibly do?
The only thing she could manage was to tighten her muscles, praying that the resistance would signal him to stop.
Feeling the girl's gluteal muscles tense against his palm, Adrian sneered internally.
'I really don't know what she's thinking. I dare to do this right in front of your mother. Do you think I'll give up just because you clench up? If anything, you're just making it clearer how responsive you are.'
His index finger pressed firmly into the crease of her buttocks, then roughly forced her tightly closed legs apart.
Against the physical prowess of Masao Busujima's body, Kotonoha's resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
The girl's face was flushed crimson. She gritted her teeth, terrified of making any strange sounds that her mother might hear.
At the same time, Manami Katsura was trembling with nerves. Master Busujima was personally examining her daughter's chronic illness! This favor was simply too great. Even though kneeling on the hardwood floor for so long was causing her back to ache and her heavy breasts to be uncomfortably compressed, she didn't dare let out so much as a whimper.
Thanks to Japan's strict hierarchical system, Manami remained oblivious. If this were any other country, the charade would have collapsed minutes ago.
Having pried Kotonoha's legs apart, Adrian's index finger moved directly to the forbidden territory.
Feeling her most private area being rubbed by a rough, calloused finger, Kotonoha shuddered violently. To be violated by a middle-aged man while her mother knelt just a few feet away was beyond her limit of tolerance.
'No! No!'
Kotonoha screamed silently in her heart. Everything happening today had completely exceeded her ability to cope.
That morning, she had received the notice that Master Busujima had agreed to meet them. She and her mother had thought it was a glorious opportunity to bring honor to their family.
Kotonoha genuinely loved swordsmanship. If she didn't, she never would have managed to learn even third-rate techniques with a constitution that left her breathless after a few movements. When Masao Busujima had offered to give her a "massage" to check her meridians, Kotonoha felt she had received a blessing from the gods. Her heart had been filled with excitement.
But now?
In just a few minutes, she had plummeted from heaven to hell.
At this thought, Kotonoha suddenly felt her heart grow heavy. Her vision swam, and her breathing became rapid and shallow.
'Is she... aroused?'
Sensing the heavy, erratic breathing from the girl, Adrian was momentarily surprised.
'It couldn't be, right?'
His index finger gently parted the folds of her anatomy. Although there was a slight dampness, it was within the normal physiological range.
Physiological reactions are biological, not moral. Even if someone is resisting mentally, direct stimulation often produces a physical result. It's simply how the body is wired.
A small amount of fluid slowly oozed out as his finger moved, providing lubrication. At the same time, he noticed through the thin fabric of her shirt that her nipples had hardened significantly.
'Pity I can't strip her completely naked right now. That would be a sight to behold.'
"Hoo—hoo—"
The heavy breathing grew desperate, sounding less like passion and more like distress. Adrian finally snapped out of his indulgence and looked at her face.
Kotonoha's eyes were squeezed shut, her face was dangerously flushed, but her lips were turning pale. She looked like a patient suffering from heatstroke.
Adrian analyzed the situation instantly. The girl's constitution was inherently weak, and the two sword strikes she had attempted during the "evaluation" earlier had already drained her stamina. Now, the stress of being molested in front of her mother, combined with the panic, was causing her heart to fail.
Realizing this, Adrian didn't hesitate. His left hand moved up and gripped Kotonoha's soft breast, applying sudden, calculated force.
By ancient martial arts standards, the character of Masao Busujima was a master of internal energy (Ki). Although he wasn't at the level of fantasy novels where he could blast people from a distance, he could certainly use Ki to stimulate the heart through physical contact.
Subjected to this surge of energy, Kotonoha's failing heart suddenly kicked into overdrive. The blood that had stagnated surged through her veins.
She, who had been on the verge of fainting, was instantly jolted wide awake.
"Ah—!"
A cry of surprise escaped her lips, but as the sensation washed over her, the tone shifted.
"Mmm—uh—"
It is a known medical phenomenon that extreme stress or near-asphyxiation can trigger intense physical pleasure due to the rush of endorphins and blood flow.
Kotonoha hadn't been choked, but the principle was similar. When her heart was jump-started and the blood flow skyrocketed, her body—already being stimulated by Adrian's finger—reacted instinctively. Her muscles contracted violently.
A sudden stream of fluid gushed out, soaking Adrian's hand and dripping onto the floor.
"Hahaha!"
Adrian laughed loudly, withdrawing his right hand.
He held his palm up in front of Kotonoha's face, forcing her to look at the viscous, transparent evidence of her body's betrayal.
Kotonoha's face burned so hot it felt like it might melt. She couldn't believe it. She had been brought to orgasm by a middle-aged man's finger right in front of her mother.
"Very good! You're very good!"
Adrian patted Kotonoha's cheek condescendingly.
Although a part of him wanted to force her to lick his fingers clean, he decided against it. It was too risky with the mother right there, and besides...
There was plenty of time in the future.
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