"Master, regarding my daughter's apprenticeship..."
Manami Katsura pressed her upper arm against the side of her chest before asking cautiously.
Don't misunderstand—while many women used this gesture to artificially enhance their cleavage, Manami did it simply because she had been bowing and kneeling for too long. Her chest was heavy, and her muscles were sore.
Women with her exaggerated body type were simply not built for this kind of rigid posture. At work, she spent most of her time sitting, often resting her chest on her desk to relieve the strain on her back. If it weren't for her daughter's future, she never would have come here to suffer like this.
Kotonoha knelt behind her mother, her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes fixed on the tatami mat. She remained completely silent.
Her underwear was already soaked with fluid, and the dampness was slowly spreading to the back of her training uniform. Kotonoha didn't dare speak, terrified that her mother might notice her unusual state or the faint, musky scent rising from her body.
"Her constitution is too frail. She is not suitable for the Busujima style."
Adrian Black, playing the role of the stern master, cleared his throat and delivered the verdict.
"Master, please! I beg you to give my daughter a chance!"
Hearing the rejection, Manami immediately prostrated herself on the floor again, pleading humbly.
Looking at Manami's massive breasts flattened against the floor and her voluptuous hips rising in the air, Adrian smiled triumphantly in his heart.
He certainly wasn't going to let the younger one go. But as for the mother... well, naturally, he couldn't miss out on her either, could he?
"Actually, it is not entirely hopeless," Adrian said slowly, dangling the bait. "The Busujima family possesses a secret medicinal recipe. It can revitalize the meridians and nourish the internal organs. It would have miraculous effects on your daughter's condition."
Manami looked up, hope sparking in her eyes.
"However," Adrian sighed, his expression turning grave, "that recipe has been passed down through generations of my clan. There is a strict ancestral rule: it cannot be used on outsiders. Therefore, I can only apologize regarding your daughter's situation."
After speaking, Adrian picked up the teacup beside him and gently blew on the steam—the traditional sign that the meeting was over and the guests should leave.
"Master Busujima!"
Manami saw the gesture of dismissal but called out, unwilling to give up.
"Go back, Mrs. Katsura."
Adrian examined Manami from head to toe. His gaze and tone were a carefully calculated performance: three parts regret, three parts hesitation, and four parts lingering desire.
"There is nothing more to discuss."
He watched Manami and Kotonoha slowly walk out of the room. Once they were out of sight, a genuine, predatory smile played on his lips.
Manami Katsura was a smart woman. And smart people knew how to utilize their advantages.
Outside the dojo, Kotonoha followed behind her mother in silence. The girl's head was still buzzing, and she didn't know what to say.
Manami, on the other hand, assumed her daughter's silence was due to sadness over the rejection. After all, at noon, Kotonoha had been overjoyed to learn she had been invited by the famous Master Busujima.
"Kotonoha, you go home first. Mom still has some things to do."
After they exited the main gate of the Busujima estate, Manami stopped and turned to her daughter.
"Yes!"
Kotonoha didn't question it. In fact, she was relieved. She urgently wanted to go home and change. The damp, sticky sensation in her underwear was a constant, humiliating reminder that she had just been brought to orgasm by a stranger's fingers right in front of her own mother.
Seeing Kotonoha get into a taxi and leave, Manami straightened her clothes and silently braced herself.
The look in Masao Busujima's eyes when he dismissed them... it was a look filled with raw desire.
She wasn't surprised. She possessed a figure that even top actresses would envy. It was perfectly normal for men to look at her with that kind of hunger; she was almost immune to it by now.
In the past, when she encountered such lecherous men, Manami would simply turn around and leave. If the man's social status was lower than hers, she would even let him experience the wrath of the "Ice Queen" of the corporate world.
But this time was different. For her daughter's health and future, Manami felt that it was acceptable to use her advantages.
She had climbed to the position of marketing director not only because of her strong business acumen but also because she knew how to play the game. In this era, it wasn't easy to be an independent, successful woman. Most women at the top either slept with powerful men, or their mothers had slept with powerful men to get them there.
Manami's mother hadn't done that for her, so she had to sacrifice herself.
'At least I can give my two daughters a brighter, smoother future than I had, right?'
She took a deep breath, pulled a small compact mirror from her handbag, and carefully touched up her makeup. She checked her lipstick, smoothed her hair, and adjusted her neckline.
Turning back, she walked up to the heavy wooden gates and knocked.
"Please inform him that Katsura Manami would like to visit Master Busujima again."
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