"Is that woman from the Katsura family here again?"
Saeko's good mood evaporated instantly as she spotted the familiar dark red car parked in the driveway.
The servants bowed obsequiously, sensing the Young Miss's displeasure. They knew she despised the mother and daughter pair.
"Replying to the Young Miss... yes. They arrived at noon and have not left yet."
Hearing the report, the purple-haired girl frowned, sensing something unusual.
That damned vixen usually only stayed for two or three hours to "visit her daughter" or consult with her father. But she had been here all afternoon. What was she planning?
Was she trying to usurp the position of the Mistress of the household?
Thinking this, Saeko felt a surge of cold anger. Did those two sluts think they had the right to tarnish the Busujima name?
She stormed toward the quiet room, suppressing her rage, intending to knock and politely but firmly remind them of the time.
But before her knuckles could even touch the wood, she froze.
From inside came a series of guttural, animalistic squeals.
"Ahhhhhh—! Eeeeeeee—!"
"Milk... Milk! My boobs... ahhhhhh—!"
Thump.
Saeko stood paralyzed in the corridor. Even through the thick wooden door, the lewdness of the scene was palpable.
She hated the mother and daughter. She was furious that her father had been seduced by them. But this... this stopped her in her tracks.
I am just a daughter, not a wife.
If her mother were alive, she could simply storm in, strip those lewd whores naked, and throw them out of the dojo into the street. She could ruin their reputations and end their social lives.
But she was just a daughter. Who had the right to police their father's private bedroom activities?
The angry girl forced herself to take a breath. If she rushed in now, she would only create a scandalous mess and achieve nothing. She had to be strategic.
She needed to wait until her counter-plan was complete.
Although Ms. Marikawa had... preferences for women, a lesbian as beautiful and well-endowed as the school nurse should still be of interest to her father. If her father and Ms. Marikawa could get along, Saeko would stop at nothing to bring them together, creating a legitimate reason to kick the Katsura women out.
Saeko tried to focus on her plan, but the wet, slapping sounds and moans coming from inside the room kept disrupting her thoughts.
Inside the room, the scene was far more depraved than Saeko imagined.
Kotonoha was draped over Manami's body. She had her mouth latched onto her mother's large breast, sucking greedily.
"Ahhhhhh... Eeeeeeeeee... Grandma... Grandma... Ahhhhhh..."
Manami let out a series of wild, incoherent moans. To Adrian's fascination, thick, milky-white fluid was actually flowing freely from her nipples, leaking down her sides.
Adrian had recently contacted his sources at Takeda Pharmaceutical. He learned that this newly developed aphrodisiac was synthesized based on the endocrine system of pregnant women.
The data sheet claimed that long-term use would not only enhance sexual sensitivity but also trigger a series of pregnancy-simulating side effects: breast and buttock enlargement, lactation, and a significant slowing of mental processing speeds. Essentially, it turned a woman into livestock.
However, theoretically, lactation should only occur after weeks of use. It was unheard of for a subject to produce milk after a single, massive overdose.
Adrian looked at the beautiful woman's breasts, which were now swollen larger than Kotonoha's head. He decided it was only natural for this particular milk cow to produce on her first try.
Should I treat her like a sow or a cow from now on? That really is the question.
"Eeeeeeeee... eeeeeeee..."
Another gush of milk sprayed from her nipples, accompanied by a spasm of fluids from her vulva. With this final release, Manami's erratic breathing gradually began to steady.
After three hours of continuous, chemically induced orgasms—gushing out liters of fluids—the peak of the drug's effect was finally wearing off.
Honestly, it was fortunate that Manami had a robust constitution. If Adrian had given this dose to someone as frail as Kotonoha, the girl might have died of heart failure or dehydration halfway through.
Even so, Adrian had forced Manami to drink several bottles of glucose solution during the breaks, fearing she might actually wither away.
Next time, I'd better be careful with the dosage. A week's supply is too much. Three days at most.
Hiccup—
Kotonoha let out a loud, unladylike burp. She had been suckling on her mother for a long time, not only stimulating the milk ducts but actively drinking her fill.
"She's about to wake up. Get back to your room."
Although Adrian really wanted to deflower Kotonoha right in front of her waking mother, now wasn't the time. The sow wasn't fully broken yet; it wouldn't be good if she woke up sane enough to make a scene.
"Yes... yes—"
The girl nodded hurriedly. She scrambled off her mother, her body slick with sweat and milk. Her own breasts and buttocks, though two sizes smaller than Manami's, jiggled heavily as she gathered her clothes.
Creak!
Saeko, who had been listening to the commotion die down, hadn't expected the door to open so suddenly.
The two girls stared at each other in frozen silence.
Saeko stared at the naked Kotonoha standing in the doorway.
The girl was a mess. Dried, crusty semen stains clung to her face from earlier. Countless droplets of fresh milk were splattered across her chest and mouth. Her breasts, swollen and red from the aphrodisiacs and rough handling, stood erect, the nipples hard as cherries.
"Shameless... and lewd!"
The purple-haired girl nearly choked on her words. Her face went cold, and she gritted her teeth so hard they audibly creaked.
She had initially thought it was just the older woman inside. She hadn't expected the daughter to be participating in the debauchery.
Admittedly, Saeko had a low opinion of them, but this shattered her worldview. Seeing a girl her own age in such a state of depravity made a chill run down her spine.
"I... I..."
Kotonoha was stunned. She hadn't expected Saeko to be standing guard outside like a sentinel. Panic set in.
"Go!"
Before Kotonoha could even attempt an excuse, Adrian's voice snapped from the shadows of the room.
His enhanced hearing had picked up Saeko's presence long ago. He knew she was waiting. That was exactly why he hadn't let Kotonoha get dressed properly.
After all, how could he have a "heart-to-heart" conversation with his lovely daughter if he didn't give her a little shock first?
Hearing the reprimand, Kotonoha flinched. Instinctively obeying the alpha command, she clutched her clothes to her chest and bolted past Saeko, running naked across the courtyard toward her quarters.
Saeko watched her run, her anger reaching its peak. She stepped across the threshold, entering the stench of sex and milk in the quiet room.
"Father!" she cried out, her voice trembling with rage.
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