The Busujima estate covered an area of two thousand square meters. Within the main dojo, there were two secluded "quiet rooms" reserved exclusively for receiving distinguished guests.
Currently, only Masao Busujima and his daughter, Saeko, resided within the vast inner sanctum of the dojo. The servants lived in the gatehouse and outer quarters, strictly forbidden from entering the main building without express permission.
In the past, several live-in disciples had occupied the guest rooms, but since Masao had been planning to expand his business to the United States, he had arranged for those students to transfer overseas.
Adrian Black walked out of the quiet room, crossed the courtyard, and headed directly toward the rear living quarters.
Knock, knock!
He tapped gently twice on the wooden pillar of the porch. Instantly, Saeko's voice came from inside the room.
"Do you have any instructions, Father?"
The door slid open, and Saeko emerged, bowing deeply to him.
"A guest in the quiet room has soiled her clothes. Do you have any extra clothes she can change into? Also, please clean the room once she leaves."
While receiving guests and cleaning rooms were typically tasks for servants, in a traditional household like this, certain matters required discretion. As the only daughter of the family, Saeko occasionally took on domestic duties to maintain the family's privacy.
Furthermore, despite her martial prowess, Saeko was raised in a strictly traditional environment. The concept of Yamato Nadeshiko—the ideal Japanese woman who supports her family from the shadows—was deeply ingrained in her.
"Yes!"
Saeko didn't question the order. She turned back into her room to retrieve a set of unworn clothes, then carried them toward the quiet room across the courtyard.
Watching her muscular, shapely legs move and her hips sway with a natural, disciplined grace, Adrian felt a stir in his loins. If he hadn't just vented his lust five times into that insatiable milf moments ago, he would definitely be getting hard again.
'Patience,' he told himself.
She was the ultimate prize of this world. The difference in their social status—father and daughter—was a massive obstacle. Using ordinary methods or rushing things would be futile and potentially ruinous.
Fortunately, there were still about ten days before school started, and two months before the zombie crisis broke out. He had plenty of time to break down her defenses.
Suddenly, Adrian remembered something.
He had instructed his servant to contact the Mayor of Tokonosu City earlier that day. He had been so engrossed in playing with Manami Katsura that he had completely forgotten the time.
It didn't matter; it wasn't too late yet. He might as well go and meet the politician now.
Instead of following Saeko to the meditation room, Adrian turned around and walked toward the exit of the dojo, leaving his daughter to handle the cleanup.
"Guest, are you there?"
Manami Katsura, who was lying on the tatami floor trying to recover her strength, suddenly heard a clear, girlish voice asking from outside the door. She froze in panic.
The person wasn't Master Busujima?
She tried desperately to scramble up and cover her naked body, but her legs were jelly. Her foot slipped on the fluids slicking the floor, and she crashed back down.
Thump!
Hearing the heavy sound of a fall, Saeko quickly slid the door open.
"Huh—"
To be honest, if it weren't for her years of kendo training, which had forged a willpower far surpassing that of ordinary girls, Saeko would have screamed on the spot.
The scene inside was chaotic.
Manami had fallen forward, her hips thrust high into the air. Her most private area was on full display—swollen, bright red, and gaping slightly from overuse. From the lewd, honeyed opening, a mixture of thick white semen and transparent fluids was slowly oozing out, dripping onto the pristine tatami mats.
"No! Don't look!"
Manami quickly reached back to cover her buttocks, futilely trying to block the shocking sight.
However, although her hips weren't as monstrously exaggerated as her chest, they were still too voluptuous to be hidden by just two hands. Instead, the fluids flowing from her body simply coated her fingers.
"Please calm down, Madam!"
Saeko reacted immediately. She quickly slid the door shut behind her to ensure no one else could see, then rushed to the adjoining washroom to fetch a basin of warm water and towels.
"Please wash yourself first, then change into these."
Saeko placed the basin and the clothes next to Manami, keeping her eyes respectfully averted.
Manami gradually calmed down. Flushing with shame, she silently began to wipe the sticky evidence of her debauchery from her body.
Neither of them spoke until Manami had managed to squeeze herself into the clothes Saeko had brought. Only then did she whisper softly:
"Thank you... May I ask who you are?"
"My name is Saeko Busujima. Masao Busujima is my father."
Saeko's tone was calm and direct.
Although the scene she had just witnessed was incredibly shocking, Saeko had already processed and accepted the situation.
Since her mother's death, her father had been solely focused on the way of the sword. He hadn't been with a woman for many years.
And this woman... she looked to be about thirty, in her prime, and exceptionally alluring. Her breasts were frighteningly large—a weapon of mass seduction. It was understandable that her father, a healthy man, couldn't control himself in the face of such temptation.
As for why he had asked her to clean up? Saeko quickly rationalized it.
Masao Busujima was a gentleman with an impeccable public reputation. If the servants found out he was involved in such a carnal affair, it might damage his image. Therefore, this matter could only be handled by his daughter to ensure the secret remained within the family.
"Thank you!" Manami didn't overthink it either.
Although it was awkward to have the man's daughter handle the cleanup, she knew that traditional families often had blurred lines regarding privacy. It was just helping her father clean up a mess; nothing major.
"You're welcome. May I ask your name?" Saeko asked politely.
"My name is Manami Katsura. My daughter is Kotonoha Katsura," Manami explained, enduring the stinging pain between her legs as she bowed. "She will be undergoing a discipleship ceremony with Master Busujima in three days. I hope you will take good care of her then!"
Manami grimaced slightly.
Both of her labia were burning and swollen, but the pain in her genitals wasn't the main problem. The real issue was that her chest was being squeezed to the point of suffocation.
Saeko Busujima's D-cup figure was considered outstanding among high school girls, but compared to Manami, the difference was like a hill versus a mountain.
When Manami put on Saeko's spare clothes, the buttons strained dangerously, threatening to burst open at any moment. Her expensive custom-made dress was ruined—torn to shreds by Adrian's rough hands—so she had no choice but to endure this torture.
While Manami worried about her clothes, Saeko was secretly processing a darker realization.
She had initially assumed her father and this woman had shared a mutual attraction, a moment of passion.
But hearing that this woman's daughter was about to become a disciple... and seeing the sheer violence of the sexual encounter evidenced by the woman's state...
Saeko's eyes narrowed slightly.
It seemed this wasn't romance. This woman had used her body to bribe her father.
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