Evil Lust World Travel System

“This invitation concerns Kotonoha’s future."

"Has Kotonoha been having any trouble with her studies recently?"

Manami quickly inquired after hearing what Enzo had said.

Chiba Katsura, kneeling beside his wife, watched the exchange, his brow furrowing slightly.

'Why is she asking like she doesn't know?' he thought.

Lately, Manami had been visiting the Busujima Dojo under the pretext of checking on Kotonoha every few days. Each visit seemed to stretch for hours, and Chiba Katsura had assumed she was having long, heartfelt conversations with their daughter about her worries and difficulties.

But now, after hearing her act clueless about Kotonoha's progress, he couldn't help but feel a subtle sense of unease.

"Kotonoha's studies are going quite well. She's a bright girl with a lot of potential," Enzo replied smoothly. Then, moving his ears, he heard a vague commotion coming from outside, and without missing a beat, his expression turned mischievous.

"By the way, Madam, did you make sure to clean your asshole before coming here?"

"…."

The room fell into a disbelieving silence.

Manami, Chiba, and even Kokoro, who had been quietly observing, all stared at Enzo as if they hadn’t heard him right. Manami's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she gritted her teeth as she struggled to maintain her composure.

"...Master Busujima," she began, her voice shaking slightly as she forced a smile. "Are you asking if my hands are clean?"

Chiba Katsura's heart pounded in his chest, his mind whirling in disbelief at the audacity of Enzo's words. His eyes darted from his wife to Enzo, the rage slowly bubbling up inside him.

He had always suspected his wife had been... involved with other men, but he had convinced himself to turn a blind eye. It was easier to pretend he didn’t know, as long as life remained comfortable.

After all, he still had everything—a beautiful wife, a satisfying job, two daughters that made him proud. On the surface, his life was perfect, the envy of many.

As long as she didn’t take it too far, he could live with it.

Even when Manami returned from her frequent "visits," looking exhausted and walking awkwardly, Chiba would tell himself she’d simply been working too hard. Maybe she'd been doing ridiculous exercises, like hopping in place for hours. Or bending herself into yoga poses he didn’t understand.

People are good at deceiving themselves when they want to.

But now, hearing Enzo’s brazen remark, Chiba felt that delicate facade shatter. His blood surged, and his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

He wanted to jump up and punch that smug look right off Enzo's face. How dare he expose such a dirty truth so openly?

Of course, the anger that roiled inside Chiba never reached the surface. He stayed in his place, knowing full well that he was no "real man." If he had been, he wouldn't have spent years wearing a deep green hat, swallowing his pride for the sake of appearance.

"Sow, I'm asking about your butthole. How can you perform well as a sow in the future if you're so unqualified?"

Enzo’s voice dripped with disdain.

It had been over a month since he’d started dealing with Manami, and the novelty had long worn off. At first, he pretended to have interest, but now he couldn’t be bothered to maintain any pretense.

There had never been affection between them, just empty sex with little conversation.

The truth was, this soulless intercourse had become too disgusting for him. If it weren’t for the fact that he needed to vent some lust, keep her in line, and prevent her from suspecting anything about Kotonoha, he wouldn't want to go to bed with her. 

Speaking of which, it seemed that the two of them have never slept together seriously. Every time they were either on the table, a box, or on the tatami.

As for actually sharing a bed?

This sow isn’t worthy yet.

"Master Busujima!"

This time, Manami snapped, standing abruptly, her face flushed with anger. The insult was too much, and she was clearly not one to take such degradation quietly.

Indeed, she had a strong personality. The main reason she had willingly endured Enzo's cruelty for weeks was actually because she wanted to find a free sex partner. 

She played all types of private games with him, and though it seemed like she was being used, in her mind, the power dynamic wasn’t so simple, and she would often wonder, 'Who’s really playing whom here?'

But how could this bitch's little thoughts be hidden from him?

Of course, Enzo knew everything. He was unmoved by her sudden outburst, and he simply chuckled. 

"Don’t get worked up just yet. Let me show you something."

With a smirk, he clapped his hands sharply.

Jingle~

From the side room, a pleasant, soft jingle of bells rang out. All eyes turned as the door slid open, revealing a woman crawling on all fours, naked except for a metal chastity belt strapped around her waist and a collar with a leash hanging from her neck.

“Kotonoha?”

Seeing the girl crawling out, all three members of the Katsura family were stunned!

'Isn’t this my daughter? How has she become like this in just one month?'

Kotonoha turned her head and glanced at her mother, her eyes filled with contempt.

During the past month, she had hidden in the box countless times, witnessing Manami’s vulgarity up close. The image of her once-proud mother had crumbled long ago. In Kotonoha’s eyes, Manami was nothing more than a sow with no dignity.

As for Chiba Katsura?

Ever since Kotonoha discovered she had no blood relation to him, her disappointment in him had grown complete.

However, when she noticed her sister Kokoro, Kotonoha paused briefly.

Kokoro also stared at her older sister, now crawling on all fours, wide-eyed with confusion. Her small face was filled with doubt.

Kokoro, who was 17 years old and lived in Japan where consent age was 16, had some understanding of sex, especially given their family's "slutty genes." But seeing Kotonoha in this outfit, her face immediately flushed bright red.

Still, even though her younger sister was visibly shocked, Kotonoha had no time to care about those thoughts. After a month of rigorous training, she had become highly obedient, carrying out Enzo’s commands without hesitation.

Moreover, she had just taken a double dose of the love potion, and now the overwhelming desire coursing through her body was unbearable. She had no intention of thinking about anything else.

“K-K-Kotonoha? What are you doing?!”

Manami gasped, her voice trembling as she stared at her daughter, who was slowly crawling forward. The bells dangling from Kotonoha’s nipples jingled with every movement. Manami collapsed to the floor, as if all the strength had drained from her body.

Meanwhile, Chiba Katsura lowered his head, unable to face the brutal reality. He felt utterly powerless. There was nothing he could do.

"Bitch, come here and say hello to your mother—the old bitch. And don't forget your little sister, the youngest bitch. Looks like I can take in three bitches today!"

He waved to Kotonoha, though his interest in Kokoro, who had a loli-like appearance, wasn’t as strong. Still, it didn’t matter.

It was more of a pastime for him. Since she was above the age of consent in Japan and was practically handed to him, why not indulge?

Of course, Enzo didn’t care much about the technicalities of age. It wasn’t about legalities but about maintaining some sense of personal restraint.

Even though he had abandoned most of his morals, he believed he needed some anchors to avoid falling into the abyss of total depravity. Or else, one day he could lose sight of his true self.

Looking at Kokoro, this youngest bitch, though, he suddenly recalled the anime School Days, where Kokoro was just ten years old and still had sex with the protagonist Makoto.

Compared to that, Enzo could still be called a gentleman!

So, why not make this little bitch become his own personal little puppy, just like her slutty mother and sister?