Evil Lust World Travel System

As a Japanese citizen, Saeko understood all too well the devastating power of nuclear weapons, which left a scar deeply embedded in her nation's history.

The mere mention of it sent a chill down her spine.

"N-Nuclear bombs? How could that be?"

"Have I ever lied to you?"

Saeko knew deep down that her father wouldn't deceive her, especially not about something like this.

If his goal was just to manipulate her, he could have easily told her she wasn't his real daughter and bypassed all the moral dilemmas. There was no need for him to concoct a lie that would soon be verified in this apocalyptic world.

Moreover, there was no doubt about his prophetic abilities. If he could predict something as outrageous as a zombie apocalypse, what was a mere nuclear attack?

Yet, it was this very trust in his words that made her accept the news as an inevitable truth. The weight of it forced her to overthink the situation, generating a torrent of conjectures and associations.

"Why?!"

Her voice trembled as she lifted her gaze to meet his, her mind racing to comprehend the enormity of it all.

Why would the government resort to such drastic measures?

It didn't make sense.

While the zombies were indeed highly contagious and numerous, they weren't invincible. With sufficient military force, conventional weapons could effectively defeat them. The government could easily rally brave soldiers, strategize, and reclaim lost territories.

The cost would be steep, but there would always be hope for victory.

But to launch a nuclear bomb? That was pure annihilation.

Saeko couldn't imagine the devastation it would bring, nor did she know where the explosion would hit. Her mind was full of questions, yet she had no answers.

She could only look to her father, Enzo.

But even he merely shrugged, shaking his head with a sigh.

"I don't know why the government made this decision or any of the specifics. I just know it's happening soon. Maybe they think this way of wiping out zombies is easier. Who knows?" 

He chuckled darkly, the sound hollow and self-deprecating.

Of course, what Enzo didn't tell her was that, in the future, Japan wouldn't face the direct impact of a nuclear strike at all but rather an EMP attack—the aftermath of a nuclear explosion that would knock out all electronics, communications, and vehicles, leaving survivors helpless. 

While the EMP would devastate everyone's survival capabilities, it wasn't a direct threat to life. 

But Saeko didn't need to know that.

For her, the idea of a nuclear explosion was apocalyptic enough. Whether or not it could eliminate the zombies didn't matter—what she feared was that it would put their lives in jeopardy. 

This was exactly what Enzo wanted, because with that grim realization, the final barrier holding her back started to crumble.

Anxious thoughts overwhelmed her to the point where she barely noticed Enzo's hand slipping inside her panties. 

Earlier, her sensitivity to the "last step" had caused her to resist his advances. But now, with the terrifying threat of a nuclear explosion looming, even her instincts forgot to guard herself.

After all, when faced with the possibility of such utter destruction, who could focus on anything else?

No one! Except for one person. 

Enzo!

His mission wasn't to save the world anyway—it was only to survive for one year.

"Are humans really such despicable creatures?"

Saeko was a little dazed. She didn't expect that such a situation would happen. Was this what humanity had become? Ready to destroy itself for survival?

"The ugliness of human nature goes far beyond what you can imagine, especially in a world like this," Enzo replied calmly. "If you want to live, you need to be more ruthless than anyone else."

He paused, and a slight smirk appeared on his lips. 

"Like right now, for example—I'm playing with my own daughter's pussy."

Saeko blushed and looked at him with contempt. 

But Enzo, unfazed, smiled at her disapproving gaze. He was a thick-skinned bastard and had never been one to care about anyone else's opinion, especially now.

"You feel it too, don't you? You're already wet!"

"This is just... my body's instinctive reaction," Saeko stammered, trying to hold onto some control. "Besides, even if I really refused, would you stop?"

Enzo's fingers teased the entrance of her pussy, rubbing it gently. Her body quivered, fighting back the pleasure that was building up inside her.

"Of course not. Only a fool would stop now."

"So... well... you're just a... pervert... ah..." Saeko couldn't hold back any longer, and she moaned in a trembling voice.

"Thank you for the compliment," Enzo laughed darkly. "Being a pervert at the end of the world—especially for my own daughter—is the best compliment I could ask for."

Without hesitation, Enzo lifted the purple-haired girl and stripped away the last remnants of her clothes.

She was now lying naked before him.

"Daughter, your breasts are so beautiful."

Complementing her with a voice thick with blatant lust, he didn't wait for her response. Instead, he lowered his head, capturing her left breast in his mouth. His tongue traced teasing circles around her nipple, licking it with deliberate, provocative strokes.

"Ahhh... you... you're actually licking your own daughter's breasts!"

Saeko gasped as the sensations overwhelmed her.

The continuous flick of his tongue on her sensitive nipple sent waves of numbing pleasure coursing through her, drowning her in it.

In the face of such overwhelming pleasure and desire, what were shame or moral ethics?

Nothing.

Given the chaos of the outside world and humanity's impending end, societal norms had already ceased to exist, so why would Saeko continue to be bound by them?

Seeing her begin to surrender completely, the man looked up, his voice low and teasing as he continued to torment her.

"Be honest... have you ever masturbated while fantasizing about your dad's cock?"

Taking advantage of the desperation that the news of nuclear bombs had brought, he intended to shatter any lingering shame she had so he could mold her into something he could control, slowly and surely.

If he didn't do so and aggressively pursued her now, this girl might still be capable of turning the tables and manipulating him later on, playing coy to get what she wanted.

He genuinely liked the girl in front of him—there were some feelings—but what he needed was someone obsessed and devoted, someone he could trust completely. He needed a partner who would fully surrender to his desires, not some arrogant woman who tested his patience.

Those women had plagued him enough in his previous life, always playing games and testing his patience. Now, with this second chance at life, there was no way he was going to settle for that again.

"No, I haven't...!"

She denied it, her cheeks flushing with shame and embarrassment. Of course, the truth was, she had dreamed about it—even fantasized about her father's body, his touch—but she couldn't admit that, not even in death.

"Really?"

Enzo sneered. He didn't need her to accept; he already had undeniable proofs.

Without waiting for an answer, he picked her up and carried her into the room. Setting her down gently on the sofa, he walked over to the big-screen TV and turned it on. A video file loaded—one he had backed up long ago.

On the screen, Saeko was lying on the bed and murmuring softly, while her hands were resting on her breasts and pussy—obviously masturbating. 

"Father... ahh... Father... ahh~"

This footage had been captured by a hidden video recorder placed in her room some time ago.

It was likely that she had unknowingly consumed too much of the love potion that night. Alternatively, it could have been the adrenaline from the murder she'd recently committed that left her in such a heightened state of excitement that she couldn't help but surrender to vivid, overpowering fantasies.

But regardless of the reason, it was undeniable proof of her perverted nature and her lustful desires for her father.

"Close it quickly! Close it quickly!"

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