Evil Lust World Travel System

"I have to sue him! I have to sue him!"

Manami looked pale, muttering to herself while gripping Kokoro’s hand tightly. Her face was a mix of anger and desperation.

Chiba Katsura followed behind, head hung low, his expression lifeless, as though his very soul had been drained.

"You worthless trash!"

Seeing the sperm stains and blood splatters on her clothes, the rage that had been simmering within Manami finally exploded. Her beautiful face twisted with fury.

Just moments ago, the three of them—Manami, Chiba, and Kokoro—were forced to watch in the meeting room as their eldest daughter’s virginity was taken in the most humiliating way. To add insult, someone had lifted Kotonoha like a child and brought her closer, so they couldn't miss a single detail.

At that time, Chiba had crumbled, holding his head in his hands and lying on the floor, sobbing helplessly.

Meanwhile, Manami was forced to witness the same cock that had penetrated her countless times now ripping into her daughter’s newly violated vagina. When he pulled out, blood mixed with vaginal fluid splattered across the room.

The splashes hit Manami’s face, staining her body, and even stained Kokoro’s innocent little face.

Such a humiliating sight of the sperm stains, mingled with the blood of her daughter’s torn virginity, painted a strange and obscene picture on Kokoro’s once pure features.

"M-Me..."

Chiba, trembling from her scolding, stood paralyzed, incapable of forming a coherent response. He was useless then, and he would remain useless for the rest of his life.

Smack!

"Trash! How could I have been so blind as to marry you?"

Manami screamed, her palm striking Chiba’s cheek with a brutal slap, leaving a red imprint of her hand across his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Chiba bowed repeatedly, clutching his face. It was all he could do—apologize and grovel, for he was powerless to fix any of it.

"I'm going to sue him! I'm going to destroy him! I’ll ruin his reputation and make him pay for this!"

Manami’s voice was shrill with rage, her words directed at the Enzo, who was in the meeting room behind her.

Master Busujima. Yes, his status was high—so high that even she had to welcome him into her home with smiles and submission, doing a lot of wild dances.

But how dare he do this to them—to her and her daughter? It was unacceptable.

To be honest, after sleeping with Enzo so many times, even Manami often thought that the other party's sexual ability was too strong. Given the beauty of her daughter and the fact that she had inherited her excellent genes for big breasts and fat buttocks, could Kotonoha potentially become Enzo's next obsession? His successor?

Although Master Busujima’s daughter was two years older than Kotonoha, what obstacle was age, really?

If her daughter could become Master Busujima’s wife, then she herself would rise to the status of mother-in-law, elevating their entire family’s position in society. The very thought thrilled her.

And when the time came, she could move in under the guise of living with her daughter. Wouldn’t that mean she could indulge in daily pleasures? The idea of basking in ultimate happiness was far too tempting to resist.

As for whether her daughter, who essentially lost her husband, would feel any guilt?

Manami didn’t think twice. With Master Busujima’s insatiable appetite, her daughter alone would never be able to satisfy him. Why should she let others reap the benefits when she could take them herself?

After all, wealth shouldn't be shared with outsiders.

In reality, Manami wasn’t furious about Master Busujima raping her daughter. What truly enraged her was the fact that he had treated her with such cruelty, showing no mercy or consideration.

Had she come alone this time, Manami would have been upset, but not to this extent.

Kotonoha’s soft, submissive nature made it clear that even if she married Busujima, she wouldn’t be able to control or satisfy him. After a month of being in contact with him, Manami knew all too well that he was a strong, domineering man.

The thought of Kotonoha being trained by him—maybe even turned into a submissive pet—though hard for her to accept, began to feel disturbingly natural.

No matter the era, the elites had always been shockingly open about their sexual beliefs. Behind closed doors, all sorts of depraved acts took place. The idea of training people like an animal, even making them one, was hardly out of the ordinary.

Of course, these things had to be hidden behind a polished facade—a shiny shell to deceive the common people.

That was why Manami stood in the courtyard, demanding an explanation from Master Busujima.

As long as he hinted that a marriage between him and Kotonoha could legally take place, she was willing to let today’s events slide. If, in the future, it led to mother and daughter sharing his bed, well, that wasn’t entirely out of the question either.

Taking Master Busujima to court carried too many risks. Settling things privately was the smartest option.

As for whether her daughter would agree or whether her own husband would object?

Manami wasn’t concerned. After all, her daughter seemed enthusiastic about acting like a pet. Why would she object now?

And as for Manami's own useless husband?

She glanced at Chiba Katsura, who stood there, silently sobbing as he covered his face. The thought of asking his opinion seemed pointless, a complete waste of time.

But despite her loud, relentless cursing for several minutes, Master Busujima still hadn’t come out of the room. Manami felt her blood boil and surge to her head. 

'I've already stepped down for you, and yet you remain indifferent?'

'Do you think I won’t dare to sue you?'

When she thought of this, the beautiful woman suddenly felt so angry that her breasts swelled up.

"Let's go!"

She grabbed Kokoro’s hand and stormed out of the dojo.

The streets outside had long grown eerily desolate, with faint bloodstains smeared across the pavement. But none of the Katsura family members paid any attention to these unsettling details. Lost in their own thoughts, they made their way to the car, planning to consult a lawyer and file a lawsuit.

Manami glared at Chiba Katsura, who was following behind, and the more she looked at her, the more frustrated she became. 

"Trash, why don’t you go start the car!"

Manami shot a venomous glare at Chiba Katsura, following behind her like a shadow. The sight of him only fueled her rage further.

"H-Hai!"

Chiba Katsura hurriedly jogged towards the parked car.

But just as he reached for the door handle, the sound of rapid footsteps caught his attention. An office worker in a suit was stumbling towards him, his movements rapid and chaotic.

"You need hel—ah—!"

Before he could react, the man lunged at him, sinking his teeth into Chiba Katsura’s neck.

"What the hell are you doing, you pathetic loser?"

However, the horrifying scene unfolding before her instantly interrupted Manami's furious curse.

"Ahhhhh!"

A blood-curdling scream escaped her lips as she saw several grotesque figures—once human but now twisted beyond recognition—pouncing on Chiba Katsura, tearing into his flesh like a pack of hyenas ripping apart their prey.

Blood splattered across the street, and his agonized wails echoed through the air.

Hearing the beautiful woman's scream, the zombies that were originally biting Chiba Katsura suddenly raised their heads and rushed towards her. 

"Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!"

Manami and Kokoro shrieked in terror, their voices so sharp that they could almost pierce a person's eardrums. 

"Roar, roar!"

More creatures suddenly appeared from nearby alleyways, their growls filling the empty streets. Without hesitation, they swarmed toward the helpless mother and daughter.