Evil Lust World Travel System

"Lord, here's today's special invitation," the white-haired old servant knelt before Enzo, presenting a bright red greeting card to him, seated at the head seat.

Even though Master Busujima opened a swordsmanship dojo in Tokyo, it wasn't something ordinary people could come in and join casually.

The Busujima Dojo was exclusive to members only and could not be entered by money alone because it was the dojo of the greatest swordsman in all of Japan, representing the face of Japan.

In order to become a disciple, one had to pass an extremely strict evaluation. Ancestry, noble blood, and social status were prerequisites. Then came the exorbitant entrance fee, granting only a slim chance of admission.

However, even after passing these multiple stages, Master Busujima would still personally examine everybody who came into the dojo.

One could even argue that becoming a swordsman apprentice at the Busujima dojo carried more prestige than graduating from Tokyo University.

"Didn't I make it clear that I have other matters to attend to? I won't accept any invitations," Enzo snapped, his tone mixed with irritation as he took a sip of tea.

In the past, Master Busujima might have felt obligated to deal with these mundane affairs. After all, even a master swordsman needed to sustain himself.

Without these fools offering their money, how could he maintain his luxurious lifestyle?

But not anymore!

With the looming zombie crisis only a month or two away, who had the patience to deal with these fools?

Over the past few days, Enzo had already taken stock of his assets, both legitimate and otherwise, totaling nearly 20 billion yen—around 129 million USD. While not on par with the wealth of the chaebols, it was enough to live a life of luxury seven times over.

Speaking of luxury, Enzo thought of using some of his wealth to indulge in Japan's famed nightlife because, lately, he found it increasingly difficult to suppress the burning desires within him.

Big families have strict rules, and the Busujima family was no exception. One such rule dictated that Saeko had to greet him every morning and night—a routine that had persisted for years.

However, the same routine had vastly different effects, depending on the observer.

In the past, Saeko's greetings to Master Busujima were simply a daughter's respect for her father.

But now, whenever Enzo caught sight of Saeko's ample D+ cup breasts swaying before him, he couldn't help but fantasize about taking a mouthful of them.

He wanted to reach out, grab, and caress those incredible, soft breasts in his hands. But he knew the time wasn't right yet, and that being impatient could ruin his plans. 

Being accused of raping his own daughter was not something he wanted to happen. After all, even if all human order would disappear in a month or two, the current civilization still ran on the rule of law.

Given Master Busujima's status, indiscriminately killing two or three passersby wouldn't be a big deal, but if it came to light that he had raped his own daughter, even he would likely face jail time.

So he could only hold back the lust in his heart.

Watching such a lively beauty flex her ass and boobs back and forth beside him every day was really suffocating him to death!

"Sure, I'll return the visiting card now," the old servant acknowledged, sensing the anger in the master's voice.

However, as the saying goes, mishaps happen in haste. The old servant stumbled upon rising, and the invitation card slipped from his grasp, fluttering to the ground.

Fatefully, it drifted toward Enzo, who, with keen reflexes, snatched it from midair in an instant.

Originally, he was going to return the card directly to the servant, but he was stunned upon glimpsing at the names inscribed on it.

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[Manami Katsura]

Daughter: Kotonoha Katsura

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'What the hell are these two names from School Days doing here? Wasn't this the world of Highschool of the Dead?' Enzo's mind raced, but he swiftly regained composure, mindful of the servant's presence, and issued an order.

"Have these two people come over for me to inspect this afternoon."

Enzo carefully read the visiting card once more, then passed it back to the old servant, his expression unchanged.

"Understood, lord!"

The servant hastily affirmed, refraining from questioning his master's sudden change of heart.

With quick steps, the old servant left to relay the message to the concerned parties, leaving Enzo to contemplate beneath the eaves, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon and the billowing white clouds.

If the other party was not the Kotonoha Katsura in his memory, it was not a big deal; just think of it as a waste of two hours!

But if the Kotonoha Katsura on the greeting card was the Kotonoha Katsura in his memory, then...

'Maybe I won't need to go anywhere. The perfect tool for venting my lust might come to me on its own.'

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"Master Busujima, I am Manami Katsura, and this is my daughter, Kotonoha Katsura. We're deeply grateful for this opportunity," the woman in front of Enzo expressed sincerely.

Enzo, seated in the main seat, looked down at the mother-and-daughter duo kneeling before him.

A sense of satisfaction washed over him.

His guess was correct, and he had indeed made the right choice by agreeing to meet them.

Being a fan of the famous anime "School Days," he was no stranger to the heroine, Kotonoha Katsura. 

The young girl kneeling before him, with her long lavender hair, bore a striking resemblance to his daughter, Saeko Busujima, from behind. Yet, their facial features differed significantly.

While Saeko's features had depth and dimension, Kotonoha's face was akin to a perfectly sculpted Barbie doll, each portraying a unique style.

Saeko gave off an icy, cold, strong aura, while Kotonoha had the shyness of the timid girl next door. As the saying goes, each flower has its charm, and both Kotonoha and Saeko, with their stunning beauty, could easily score above ninety in attractiveness.

Especially her figure, which was almost the same as that of Saeko. She already had a pair of huge breasts and a round ass, which made people look at her and find it difficult to control their lust.

However, compared to the slightly naive Kotonoha Katsura, her mother, the short-haired Manami Katsura beside her, made people more excited.

Looking at the huge breasts that were squeezed due to kneeling, Enzo couldn't help but speculate on their size.

Were they H cups, or perhaps J cups?

He guessed that in this world, she might be on par with Shizuka Marikawa, famous for her big milkers.

Just looking at them made him lick his lips in anticipation.

'Hehehe. This is going to be fun.'

He chuckled evilly in his heart.

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