Evil Lust World Travel System

Seeing Rei squat down in front of him, her cheeks bright red with shame, Enzo grinned and ordered.

"Bitch, get the tools!"

"Woof woof!"

Kotonoha knew exactly what he meant. With a gleeful expression, she jumped to her feet, rushed to the cabinet, and grabbed a toolbox. She didn't care who the naked girl in front of her was—it didn't matter.

What mattered was seeing someone else suffer.

For Kotonoha, it was comforting.

Misery loved company. After all her family had gone through, watching someone else in a pitiful state was satisfying to her.

"M-Master Busujima!"

Rei stuttered, her voice trembling, as she saw Kotonoha return, toolbox in hand.

Sure, Rei had resigned herself to giving up her dignity if it meant saving her life—sitting naked on the table, legs spread wide in a humiliating position like a prostitute, showing her hymen to a man.

But that didn't mean she was not afraid, okay?

And why the hell did that box look like a doctor's kit?

With a pitying expression, as if pleading for forgiveness, Rei couldn't help but stare at Enzo, who ignored her pleas, and gave Kotonoha the next command without a second thought.

"Shave her first."

Of course, Rei Miyamoto's pubic hair was neatly trimmed, but Enzo had a thing about marking his sex slaves. He believed that, with the exception of some special slaves, he needed to brand the others differently.

Giving the order, he headed upstairs, thinking Saeko's temper had probably cooled by now. He'd been away for an hour, after all.

Watching her master walk upstairs, Kotonoha spun around, her face cold as she ordered Rei.

"Spread your legs."

Rei didn't know what to say for a moment, so she could only pretend to be dumbfounded and ask.

"Um, sister... What's your name?"

"I'm Master's bitch. What about you?"

Kotonoha replied flatly as she unscrewed a tube of foam and squeezed it onto Rei's exposed private parts. The cold sensation immediately shot through her body.

"Ahh…"

A soft moan slipped from Rei's lips.

"My name is Rei Miyamoto."

"So, future Bitch Rei, huh? You're pretty sensitive."

Kotonoha chuckled darkly, picking up a razor. Without warning, she spread Rei's labia and began to gently scrape away the foam.

Feeling the cold blade fluttering back and forth on her most sensitive and vulnerable part, Rei said quickly.

"Please, can you... be gentle?"

"Don't worry. As long as you stay still, I won't scratch your pussy."

"…"

Rei stared down at the girl kneeling in front of her, diligently shaving her pubic hair. She couldn't believe such crude words were coming from someone who otherwise seemed so quiet and reserved.

"Sister, your pussy is well-maintained. It looks like you take good care of it!" Kotonoha's voice was casual, as if they were chatting about something as mundane as the weather.

In truth, Kotonoha hadn't had anyone to talk to in a long time. Enzo treated her like an object, and Saeko rarely bothered to interact with her. Now, suddenly having someone to converse with, she became unusually talkative.

In her mind, Rei was just another girl destined to be a bitch slave to the master, just like herself. They were both pets now, after all. Why not get familiar?

"It's... not bad."

A blush spread across Rei's face. Was this really the kind of conversation they should be having?

"Your pussy's beautiful. I'd say it's what they call a 'butterfly,' right?"

Kotonoha mused as she finished shaving Rei's pubic hair, rinsing it off with water, and taking a closer look at her exposed labia.

Rei's labia parted delicately, left and right, resembling butterfly wings ready to take flight. If it weren't for the fact that she'd just had her hair shaved, no one would've known she had such a well-renowned pussy.

"I'll apply some ointment, sister. It'll keep your hair from growing back permanently!"

With a cheerful smile, Kotonoha announced, pulling out a tube of hair removal cream.

"No, I don't want that!"

After learning that the ointment in the other person's hand was used to stop hair growth permanently, Rei quickly rejected it.

Shaving was one thing, but permanently removing the hair? That would mean she'd fully resigned herself to becoming nothing more than a sex slave.

That crossed a line she wasn't ready to accept.

….

Meanwhile, Enzo remained indifferent to what was happening downstairs. Rei and Saya might both be heroines from Highschool of the Dead, but in his eyes, even both of them combined didn't hold a candle to Saeko's hair.

Sure, the methods he used on Saeko had been less than honorable. He'd manipulated her senses, messed with her mind, and drugged her to cause confusion and weaken her will. Hardly gentlemanly behavior.

But what choice did he have?

As Master Busujima, capturing a daughter like Saeko through legitimate means was next to impossible.

Fortunately, now that his preparations were nearly complete, it was time for the final push—to stimulate her just enough, to make her crave her father, to dream about him until she couldn't bear to be without him.

'After this last session, it will only be a matter of a few more days before she can no longer bear the fire within her.'

With that in mind, Enzo made his way up to the bedroom on the second floor and grabbed the door handle.

Locked.

No matter—he had the key.

Click!

"Don't come in, get out! Get out!"

The moment he opened the door, a gust of wind greeted him, followed by a pillow flying, which he caught easily.

Saeko sat on the bed, hugging her knees, and squeezed a second pillow tightly in her arms.

"Get out!"

Noticing that her father had arrived in her room, she yelled and threw the other pillow at him.

Ignoring the barrage of pillows, Enzo said calmly.

"Saeko, I think we need to have a proper talk."

"There's nothing to talk about! Get out!"

Sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, Saeko screamed angrily, pointed at the door, and had a string of tears streaming down her face.

"I know you're upset, but this isn't as big a deal as you think."

He walked over to her and sat down on the bed's edge.

"Before you say anything, could you at least put some clothes on, father?!"

Saeko stared at him. He stood naked, his large cock hanging obscenely in front of her, his daughter. It was beyond unreasonable for him to treat her like this, and she was a little resentful.

"Actually, the real reason you're uncomfortable is because you still see me as your father. If I wasn't your father, wouldn't this all feel a lot easier?"

Without waiting for a response, Enzo pulled her into his arms, hugging her close despite her protests.

"Let me go! You're a perverted father who wants to bed his own daughter!" Saeko shouted, but her struggle lacked real strength. Her resistance seemed half-hearted, more like a token protest than a genuine effort to escape.

It was clear she wasn't fully committed to fighting him off.

Feeling the soft girl's body in his arms, he asked.

"If I told you that you were actually adopted, would that make you feel better?"

"Really?"

Saeko's head lifted, her tear-streaked face showing a glimmer of hope, and her voice filled with a trace of expectation.

With her current emotional state, Enzo knew that one simple nod from him would be enough to make her give in completely. Human emotions were fragile, after all. And Master Busujima met every one of Saeko's criteria for a mate—he was strong, decisive, and accepted all parts of her.

For Saeko, if this man weren't her biological father, he would be the ideal candidate for a spouse.

But the relationship between them stood as the greatest obstacle—a barrier that she could not easily overcome.

Nonetheless, even though Enzo could easily deceive her by simply nodding, he chose not to.

"You are my most precious daughter, my own blood," he said softly, "but that doesn't stop you from becoming my most beloved woman."

Though Enzo, in truth, had no real blood relation to Saeko—being from another world—the fact remained that in this world, he was Master Busujima, and nothing could change that perception.

He wanted her complete submission.

Moreover, wasn't the taboo sexual relationship between a biological father and daughter even more exciting?

'Hehehe.'

While he laughed sinisterly in his heart, Saeko roared.

"Why won't you lie to me?!"

All she had wanted just moments ago was a sense of comfort, even if it was a lie. But she hadn't gotten even that.

"Why?!"

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