"Weak."
Another challenger was dragged off the floor, groaning in pain. Saeko Busujima shook her head indifferently and shouted to the line outside.
"Next!"
Today was the first day of the new semester at Fujimi Academy, and traditionally, it was the day for club recruitment.
As the Captain and star attraction of the High School Kendo Club, Saeko stood at the entrance of the dojo in her full hakama uniform. Her presence alone was enough to attract a swarm of teenage boys surging with adolescent hormones.
Fujimi Academy was a prestigious aristocratic high school in Tokonosu City. The students here came from wealthy or influential families, meaning they often paid more attention to extracurricular social climbing than ordinary high schoolers. Kendo was no exception.
Seeing the beautiful senior with flowing purple hair and long, dangerous legs standing guard, the boys lost their minds. Not only the students actually interested in swordsmanship, but even those who had never held a bamboo sword in their lives rushed to sign up, loudly proclaiming their sudden, undying love for the martial art.
As for what they were really thinking?
Their intentions were written on their faces. They didn't want to learn the way of the sword; they wanted to get close to the Ice Queen.
However, those with ulterior motives were crying and complaining within five minutes. Although Saeko's strength was nothing compared to the monster that was her father, against these soft, sheltered high school boys? She was a god of war.
So far, no one had been able to withstand her second strike.
"Captain, there's no one left. Besides the ones you knocked out, everyone else ran away," the club manager, a girl responsible for registration, complained dejectedly.
Originally, there had been a triple-digit line of freshmen. But after witnessing the miserable state of the first few suitors—bruised ribs and crushed egos—the rest had scattered like birds.
A beautiful swordswoman was tempting, yes, but one needed to be alive to enjoy her.
Besides, as a prestigious academy, Fujimi had plenty of girls looking to climb the social ladder. Compared to the gold-diggers who could be seduced with a designer bag, this fierce Amazon radiating a terrifying aura was simply not worth the hospital bill.
"A bunch of useless trash," Saeko muttered, sheathing her wooden sword.
Over the past few days, while her father had been "teaching" Kotonoha, he had also given Saeko some extra lessons. Her technique had sharpened significantly, making these boys look even more pathetic by comparison.
"Captain, you've changed so much over the summer!" the manager, who was also a close friend, teased. "You seem... more intense."
"Really?"
Saeko grabbed a towel and began to wipe the sweat from her neck. Since only she and her assistant were left in the locker room, she uninhibitedly pulled open the front of her gi to wipe her chest.
"Captain... you seem to have gotten bigger again!"
Looking at the glimpse of Saeko's snow-white, heaving breasts, the assistant sighed with envy.
The average bust size of a Japanese high school girl hovered around a B-cup. Saeko's assets were definitely in the top percentile.
"Stop talking nonsense," Saeko said, playfully flicking the girl's forehead.
However, her thoughts drifted.
Speaking of breast size... her father's newly acquired Junior Disciple and that girl's mother were the real monsters.
Manami Katsura was a cow, pure and simple. But even the daughter, Kotonoha, was already a size larger than Saeko.
Saeko frowned slightly. She had little affection for her new Junior Disciple.
She had always believed that Masao Busujima had only accepted Kotonoha because he had been seduced by Manami's physical charms. Saeko viewed Manami as a home-wrecker and a slut. But recently, her opinion of Kotonoha had dropped even lower.
Especially because of what she had seen two days ago.
Manami had been visiting the dojo every day recently, spending hours hiding in the quiet room with her father. Saeko wasn't stupid; she knew exactly what they were doing. As a daughter, she couldn't exactly kick the woman out, so she usually hid in her room to avoid the shame.
But two days ago, Manami's screams had been so loud that they echoed through the house.
Worried that something had actually gone wrong, Saeko had gone to investigate. She hadn't expected to find Kotonoha there ahead of her.
The girl, who looked so innocent and pure on the surface, had been crouching outside the door, peeking through the gap.
And she wasn't just peeking. She was masturbating.
Saeko had watched from the shadows as Kotonoha rubbed herself to the sound of her mother's defilement. The girl's face had been flushed, her legs trembling, completely lost in a perverse trance.
In Saeko's opinion, the apple hadn't fallen far from the tree. Both mother and daughter were rotten. Her father's lifelong reputation was being dragged through the mud by these two sluts.
'And now I have to leave the house for school...'
The thought of leaving her father alone with Kotonoha all day made Saeko feel a headache coming on. Who knew what that girl would try to do?
Meanwhile, at the Busujima Dojo.
Adrian grabbed Kotonoha by the collar of her gi and hauled her to her feet.
"How would you counter this move?"
He placed a hand on her delicate shoulder, his voice thick with teasing.
"I... I should..."
Kotonoha's eyes were hazy and unfocused.
The large doses of "supplements" she had been soaking in for the past few days had saturated her system. She was currently in a semi-dazed state, her mind foggy, her body hyper-sensitive.
Feeling the man's large, warm hand on her skin, a blush instantly spread from her neck to her cheeks. Her knees knocked together.
"Concentrate! You should do it like this!"
Seeing that Kotonoha was about to succumb to the touch alone, Adrian laughed. He didn't bother with a technique. He simply grabbed the fabric of her uniform.
Riiip!
With a sharp tearing sound, the sturdy training uniform was ripped open down the middle.
"Ah—!"
Feeling the cold air hit her skin, Kotonoha gasped and instinctively reached up to cover herself.
But before she could move her arms, she felt her upper body suddenly become lighter.
With a deft flick of his fingers, Adrian unhooked her blue, full-coverage bra and pulled it away.
Her heavy, pale breasts, freed from their confinement, bounced heavily and spilled out into the open air.
"As expected," Adrian grinned, his eyes locking onto the massive, trembling mounds that defied gravity.
"A truly lethal hidden weapon. Amazing. Truly amazing."
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