Evil Lust World Travel System

"Come here!"

Ignoring Manami, who was kneeling before him, Enzo beckoned Kotonoha over with a hand gesture. Kotonoha quickly stood up and trotted to him.

"I noticed that your left hand was weak and your right leg was unsteady when you made the second cut. It indicates damage to the heart and liver, a condition likely present from birth, right?" Enzo spoke slowly and with certainty.

"Yes, Master Busujima has an incredibly keen eye. My daughter has congenital heart disease. We've taken her to major hospitals in Tokyo, but they can't determine the cause!" Manami, who was still kneeling, was now filled with awe.

Master Busujima was indeed a true master; he could diagnose her daughter's chronic illness at a glance.

Even in hospitals, doctors needed multiple diagnoses and X-rays with different instruments before they dared to identify her daughter's condition.

"Let me pinch your bones to understand this condition better," Enzo said directly to Kotonoha, ignoring Manami's praise.

This girl, Kotonoha, had a heart disease; doesn't the person who saw the whole anime know?

'Humph!'

Enzo sneered in his heart but maintained a calm demeanor outside.

If an ordinary person had asked to perform "Piching Bones" on Kotonoha, a traditional Chinese medical practice involving techniques like pushing, grasping, kneading, and pinching to stimulate the body's energy channels and promote healing, Manami would likely slap them for their audacity.

But when Master Busujima offered to do it himself, it was a supreme honor!

Moreover, Master Busujima could tell her daughter had congenital heart disease just by observing her. Perhaps he even had a way to treat it.

Manami couldn't help but think so, and her head lowered even further in gratitude.

On the other hand, Enzo grabbed Kotonoha's shoulder with his left hand and pointed his right hand directly at her breasts… No, he placed his right hand on her back, deliberately avoiding her breasts to maintain a pretense.

If he had grabbed her breasts outright, the risk of exposure would have been too great.

He placed his right thumb on Kotonoha's spine and applied pressure.

"Ah—!"

Kotonoha screamed as sharp pain shot through her spine, feeling as if she had been stabbed by a knife.

"Hold it!" Enzo commanded coldly.

"!!"

Kotonoha quickly clamped her lips shut, not daring to make another sound.

Nodding in satisfaction, Enzo pretended to examine Kotonoha's back and arms before proceeding with his true intentions.

His right hand slid down her waist, then firmly grasped her left buttock.

"!..."

Kotonoha opened her mouth to scream, but stopped, remembering Enzo's earlier warning. Her face flushed crimson, feeling a mix of embarrassment and confusion. It was the first time in her life that a man had touched her butt, leaving her bewildered and at a loss.

She didn't dare resist; Enzo was the best swordsman in Japan, and this was her first experience with bone pinching. She had no idea what the proper procedures should be, so she endured it, unsure of what to expect next.

In addition, her mother, Manami, was kneeling in front of her, and Kotonoha didn't dare to move. If she misunderstood Master Busujima's actions and caused a scene, the consequences would be dire!

'Interesting!'

Noticing the girl's changing expressions from the corner of his eye and feeling the softness under his hand, Enzo couldn't help but smile inwardly.

The reasons he had ignored Manami and called Kotonoha over were two:

First, he wanted to see how far Manami's breasts would be pressed down when she kneeled, and second, he wanted to play with Kotonoha in his arms.

Kotonoha's character was extremely timid. She had the power to kill with a single strike, yet she didn't dare ask for help when threatened in the anime. This revealed her true nature.

So Enzo concluded that this girl might even suppress her screams, let alone tell the truth about his actions.

Moreover, even if Kotonoha did resist, it didn't matter. He could justify it as part of the bone-pinching. Wasn't it normal to touch some sensitive areas during such a procedure?

'Hehehe!'

Feeling confident, Enzo kneaded Kotonoha's butt a few more times, feeling her muscles tense under his touch. Then he let go.

"Phew..."

Kotonoha sighed in relief, genuinely afraid that he might continue. It was humiliating enough to have her butt pinched by an adult man in front of her mother!

But before she could fully relax, she felt a strange sensation on her breats.

Enzo had moved his hands to her breasts, rubbing them gently over her clothes. Her breasts were soft with a hint of firmness, a clear sign of her youth and inexperience.

Unfortunately, kneading her over her clothes was the limit of what he could do in this setting. Stripping her naked and playing with her properly was out of the question.

However, he could still enjoy this moment of control and power.

Subsequently, his hands occupied all the sensitive parts of Kotonoha's body, leaving her horrified. Her breasts and ass were both being kneaded by his hands.

'Don't want! Don't want!'

Kotonoha screamed fiercely in her heart.

Why was this sword master molesting her in front of her mother?

Nevertheless, her silent shouting had no effect.

Seeing Kotonoha frozen in place and not daring to move, Enzo knew she had been shocked into submission. He then took his right hand away from Kotonoha's breasts. Immediately afterward, before Kotonoha could react, his right hand slid through the chest opening of her training uniform.

Manami, still kneeling on the ground, could only see Kotonoha's calves. As long as Kotonoha didn't scream, her mother wouldn't notice anything unusual.

'Ah, this soft touch...'

Kneading the girl's breasts directly felt much better than doing so through her clothes. Enzo tried to weigh Kotonoha's breasts, feeling that each one weighed at least two pounds.

It was certainly not comparable to her mother's milkers kneeling on the ground, but considering that this girl still had room for growth, her prospects were quite promising!

Kotonoha felt a chill run down her spine as the man played with her breasts. The master she had always admired so much turned out to be a middle-aged pervert. The collapse of her faith was even more heartbreaking than her own body being violated.

Master Busujima was the idol of all kendo practitioners in Japan. It felt like suddenly discovering that your idol was involved in drugs and solicitation and that his public image was entirely fabricated.

Before she could fully process her disappointment, though, she felt the other person's left hand start to move again.

The back of Kotonoha's training suit was pulled up, and Enzo's left hand slid directly into the wide hem, bypassing the restraint of the belt. His warm palm settled directly on her butt.

But just when Kotonoha thought it was over, his hand slid directly down her ass.

Her tight-fitting lace panties did not play any defensive role and were pushed aside arbitrarily by the other party.

Kotonoha no longer knew where she was or what she was doing; her mind was completely blank and her muscles tensed, involuntarily squeezing his hands in her ass cheeks, preventing them from reaching her pussy.

Of course, it was just her futile struggle.

'Hehehe!'