"Head of the family, these are today's visiting cards!"
The white-haired old servant knelt on the ground, holding a stack of large red visiting cards high, and addressed Li Qingyuan, also known as Busujima Masao, who sat in the main seat.
Although Busujima Masao owned a swordsmanship dojo in Tokyo, it wasn't a place where ordinary people could simply enter and learn!
As Japan's foremost swordsman, the Busujima dojo represented the face of Japan; it wasn't something you could just pay money to get in.
Those who wanted to become his disciples had to undergo rigorous screening, ensuring their ancestors were of noble birth, possessed high blood and social standing, and then pay an exorbitant entrance fee. Only then was there a sliver of hope of entering the Busujima dojo to study and observe.
Even after passing through layers of selection, those who entered the dojo for observation were still personally examined by Busujima Masao!
It could be said that being able to go out bearing the name of a Busujima family swordsmanship apprentice was even more prestigious than graduating from the University of Tokyo.
The Japanese always seem to create all sorts of bizarre and pretentious rules in these kinds of matters, with hierarchical systems penetrating almost every social stratum. The harsh reality would absolutely suffocate those from humble backgrounds.
Fortunately, however, his current position is precisely the pinnacle that those people aspire to.
"Didn't I tell you? I have things to do these days, and I'm not accepting any invitations!" Li Qingyuan took a sip of his tea before speaking with a strong voice.
If it were the old Masao Busujima, he might have had to deal with these mundane matters. After all, even a master of swordsmanship needs to eat. Without these fools offering him money, how could he maintain his extravagant lifestyle?
But now!
With the zombie crisis just a month or two away, who has the time or inclination to deal with these people?
He had already checked these past few days; Masao Busujima possessed assets worth nearly 10 billion yen. While it couldn't compare to those of the tycoons, if used by just one person, it would definitely allow that person to live a life of paradise. He was planning to use the money to visit a famous Japanese izakaya (Japanese pub), because these past few days he felt he could no longer suppress his lustful desires.
As a large family, they naturally had strict rules. Busujima Saeko had to pay her respects to him every morning and evening before bed—a routine that had been going on for many years.
However, the same thing had completely different effects depending on the person.
Before, Busujima Saeko's greeting to Busujima Masao was a daughter's respect for her father. But now, whenever he saw Busujima Saeko's D+ cup breasts swaying in front of him, Li Qingyuan couldn't resist the urge to reach out and squeeze and play with those soft, large breasts.
However, the time wasn't right yet. A small act of impatience could ruin a bigger plan; he didn't want to be accused of raping his own daughter.
Even if all human order were to vanish in a month, this was still a society governed by law.
Given Busujima Masao's status and position, even indiscriminately killing a couple of passersby wouldn't be a big deal. But if people found out he had raped his own daughter, even he would likely be imprisoned.
Therefore, he could only suppress his lust, helplessly watching such a lively and beautiful woman swaying around him—it was utterly unbearable!
"Yes, then I will return the visiting cards immediately!" The old servant sensed the anger in his master's voice and quickly replied.
However, as the saying goes, haste makes waste. The old servant stumbled as he stood up, and the visiting cards in his hand fell to the ground.
One of the visiting cards floated towards Li Qingyuan, and with lightning reflexes, he instantly reached out and grabbed it.
Originally, he intended to return this visiting card directly to the servant, but he froze after seeing the name on it.
Who can tell him, shouldn't this be the world of Highschool of the Dead? Who on earth is this Katsura Kotonoha?
"Keep this visiting card. Tell her to come and see it this afternoon!" After reading the card twice, Li Qingyuan handed it to the old servant.
"Yes! Yes! I understand!"
Although he didn't know why the head of the household had suddenly changed his mind, why should he explain his decisions to servants like them?
The old servant hurriedly took the card to inform the recipient, while Li Qingyuan sat under the eaves, gazing absently at the white clouds in the sky.
If the Katsura Kotonoha on the visiting card was the Katsura Kotonoha he remembered, then he wouldn't need to go to the izakaya.
Besides, even if the recipient wasn't the Katsura Kotonoha he remembered, it wouldn't be a big deal. He could just consider it a waste of two hours!
"Grandmaster, I am Katsura Kotonoha's mother, Katsura Manami. Thank you so much for giving us this opportunity!"
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Li Qingyuan, sitting upright in the main seat, looked at the mother and daughter kneeling below and immediately felt that his choice was absolutely correct.
He had heard of the name "School Days" and was no stranger to the heroine, Katsura Kotonoha.
The girl kneeling below had long, slightly purple hair, and from the back, she did bear a slight resemblance to his daughter, Busujima Saeko.
However, compared to Busujima Saeko's slightly sculpted features, Katsura Kotonoha had a Barbie doll-like face, completely different in style.
If a comparison had to be made, Busujima Saeko would be considered a strong, aloof, mature woman, while Katsura Kotonoha would be a timid, girl-next-door type!
As the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and Katsura Kotonoha, like Busujima Saeko, was definitely a top-tier beauty, at least a 95 out of 100.
Especially her figure, almost on par with Saeko Busujima. Despite being only fifteen, she already possessed a pair of enormous breasts and a rounded bottom, making it difficult for anyone to resist her allure.
However, compared to the slightly immature Kotonoha Katsura, the short-haired Manami Katsura beside her was far more intriguing.
Looking at the white flesh squeezed together by her kneeling posture, Li Qingyuan couldn't help but calculate in his mind.
Such large breasts, were they an H-cup or a J-cup?
She probably rivaled even the famously busty Shizuka Marikawa. In the live-action series, it seemed only Hitomi Tanaka, who was rumored to have gigantomastia, could be compared to this woman!