"I must sue him! I must sue him!"
Manami Katsura muttered to herself, her face pale as she gripped young Kokoro's hand tightly.
Chiba Katsura followed behind her with his head bowed, looking completely broken and lost.
"You good-for-nothing!" Seeing the semen and bloodstains smeared across her own elegant clothes, Manami felt a surge of misdirected anger.
Just moments ago, the three of them had been forced to watch their eldest daughter's horrific deflowering in the quiet room. Adrian had even picked Kotonoha up—holding her suspended like a child being helped to urinate—and paraded her right in front of them while he remained buried inside her.
Chiba had only been able to lie on the floor, sobbing with his head in his hands. Manami, meanwhile, had watched helplessly as the enormous penis—the very same weapon that had thrust countless times into her own body—ruthlessly pounded into her daughter's newly torn entrance. When it was finally pulled out, virgin blood mixed with slick fluids had splattered everywhere.
Manami's face and body had been splattered, and even young Kokoro's face was smeared with the vile mixture. The streaks of semen and virgin blood painted across Kokoro's innocent, confused face created an indescribable, corrupted tableau.
"I... I..." Chiba stammered, unsure of what to say. His life as he knew it was over.
"Useless! I must have been blind to marry a pathetic worm like you!" Manami raised her hand and slapped Chiba viciously, leaving two stark red handprints on his cheeks.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Chiba covered his stinging face and bowed frantically. It was the only defense mechanism he had left.
"I will sue you! I will ruin your reputation! I will make you pay!" Manami roared toward the closed doors of the quiet room, sounding half-insane.
'Masao Busujima... how dare he treat me and my daughter like this? It is outrageous!'
Admittedly, his status was astronomically high—so high that she had initially been eager to fawn over him. To be completely honest, after experiencing his terrifying sexual prowess firsthand, Manami had genuinely considered the possibility of offering Kotonoha to him as a second wife. Her daughter was beautiful and had inherited her own exceptional, voluptuous genetics.
Although Masao Busujima's daughter, Saeko, was older than Kotonoha, what obstacle was age?
If her daughter could legally become Masao Busujima's wife, Manami would rise to the status of his mother-in-law, elevating the Katsura family's social standing to elite heights.
'And then, I could move into the estate under the guise of staying with my daughter... I could enjoy that ultimate pleasure every single day.'
As for any guilt over sleeping with her daughter's husband? Manami rationalized that with the Sword Saint's monstrous stamina, Kotonoha alone could never satisfy him. So, why let another woman reap the benefits? It was better to keep the good stuff in the family.
Therefore, Manami wasn't actually enraged that Adrian had slept with Kotonoha. What truly infuriated her was the sheer humiliation—the fact that he had treated her like disposable livestock and shown her absolutely no respect.
If she had come alone today to discover this, Manami would have been angry, but she could have negotiated. Her daughter was weak-willed. Even if Kotonoha married him, she would never be able to control a domineering, powerful alpha like Masao Busujima. So, even though Manami found it shocking that Kotonoha had been broken and trained into a submissive pet, deep down, her twisted, corporate mind felt it was an acceptable compromise.
The upper echelons of Japanese society hid terrifyingly depraved secrets. Behind closed doors, all sorts of shady fetishes were indulged. Training a mistress like a dog was practically a cliché among the ultra-wealthy. However, all of this had to be hidden beneath a glamorous, respectable facade.
That was why Manami was yelling in the courtyard—she was posturing. She wanted to force Masao Busujima to the negotiating table. If he offered to legally marry Kotonoha to silence the scandal, she would gladly pretend today's humiliation never happened. And when the opportunity arose later, slipping into his bed alongside her daughter would be effortless.
After all, going to court against a titan like Masao Busujima was suicidal. A lucrative private settlement was the only logical goal.
As for whether Kotonoha would agree, or whether her husband would object? Her daughter was so eager to act like his bitch, she clearly wouldn't object. And her useless husband? Manami glanced at Chiba in disgust. He was still silently weeping with his face buried in his hands. Asking for his opinion was a waste of breath.
She stood in the courtyard, shouting and cursing for several minutes, but the doors to the dojo remained shut. Adrian did not come out. Manami's posturing slowly morphed into genuine, boiling rage.
"I gave you a way out, and you ignore me?!" she screamed at the silent building. "Do you really think I won't sue you?!"
"Let's go!" she snapped. Her chest heaved with indignation as she grabbed Kokoro by the arm and dragged the young girl toward the estate's exit.
The streets outside the Busujima compound were strangely deserted. Smeared bloodstains painted the asphalt, and abandoned cars cluttered the road. However, the Katsura family was too preoccupied with their own twisted internal drama to notice the signs of the apocalypse. They marched toward their parked car, Manami already drafting a lawsuit in her head.
"Useless trash, unlock the car!" Manami glared at Chiba, who was lagging behind.
"H-Hai!" Chiba stammered, jogging toward the driver's side door.
Roar—!
Before his hand could touch the handle, a man in a rumpled business suit suddenly lunged from between two parked cars.
"Ah! Are you okay—?" Chiba instinctively reached out to help the stumbling man, but the stranger tackled him to the ground and sank his teeth directly into Chiba's jugular.
"What are you yelling about now, you piece of trash?!" Manami snapped, hearing her husband's gurgling scream.
"Ah—!" But as she looked up, her annoyance instantly dissolved into pure terror.
Several more figures—creatures that looked human but moved with jerky, unnatural violence—swarmed over Chiba. They tore into his flesh, ripping out chunks of meat and intestine like a pack of starving hyenas dismembering a gazelle. Blood sprayed in high arcs across the pavement.
Alerted by the beautiful woman's scream, "Them"—the walking corpses that had been feasting on Chiba—suddenly snapped their heads up. With blood and viscera dripping from their jaws, they turned their dead, milky eyes toward her and charged.
"Aaaaaah—! Aaaaah—!" Manami and Kokoro shrieked in unison, their piercing screams echoing through the silent, apocalyptic street.
Roar—!
Drawn by the noise, a massive horde of the undead spilled out from the intersecting alleys, converging on the paralyzed mother and daughter. The apocalypse had finally caught up to them.
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