Evil Lust World Travel System

Manami possessed all the advantages of an independent, strong woman. Her figure was impeccable—a great physique, a beautiful face, and neatly styled short hair that exuded confidence.

Despite being a mother of two, her figure was beautifully maintained, with no excess fat around her waist. Even if she confidently asserted that she and Kotonoha were sisters rather than mother and daughter, no one would dare challenge it.

But compared to her exquisite facial features, what made people more obsessed was her pair of huge breasts, which were impossible to ignore.

Not to mention, this woman knew how to leverage her assets, and she was dressed in a white gown with an open front. Logically, there was nothing wrong with wearing a dress for important meetings, but the attire, which was supposed to be solemn and formal, made her look like a porn actress.

After all, there was no way; even a specially customized dress could not accommodate Manami's huge breasts, which were beyond the endurance limit of an ordinary dress.

Manami tried to hide them as best she could, but the reality was that they were impossible to conceal.

Enzo estimated that her breasts weighed at least a few kilograms more than normal.

Every day, this woman carried such a hefty burden, yet she managed to endure it with grace. Even Saeko and Kotonoha's breasts, considered large by ordinary standards, paled in comparison to Manami's.

Combined, their busts couldn't match hers.

In his mind, Enzo secretly calculated that each of her breasts was almost as big as her head, making her the perfect watermelon type.

"Mrs. Katsura, please stand up!"

Enzo gestured for both Kotonoha and Manami to rise. Despite his intention to possess this enchanting mother-daughter pair, he maintained his composure, unwilling to compromise his demeanor.

"Master Busujima, you should have read the information about my daughter Kotonoha, right?"

Manami and Kotonoha stood up and lowered their heads. Manami was known in the company as a ruthless, strong woman, but she reserved that persona for her subordinates.

Most men could not resist the seductive pull of her body, and she was aware that if she became overly friendly with her subordinates, her reputation would rapidly deteriorate, placing her in the same league as those female bosses embroiled in employee scandals.

Therefore, she maintained a strict and rigid demeanor in the company, always upholding her iceberg-devil persona.

But, as the saying goes, everyone wears multiple masks. Manami Katsura could show one face within the company, but in the presence of Enzo, the peak of Japanese kendo prowess, she could only offer a sweet smile.

She, Manami Katsura, was a senior executive of a listed company, while Enzo was a master who would be treated with respect even if he were to meet the Prime Minister. Between them, there was at least a difference of three or four levels of social status.

This was why the typically cold and stern Manami approached Enzo cautiously, who understood everything, calmed down the euphoria in his heart, and spoke deliberately and with precision.

"Well, according to the recommendation of that guy from Kyoto, your daughter's swordsmanship has already reached the third level? It's truly remarkable to achieve such proficiency at her age."

The man from Kyoto was said to be a well-known kendo coach. Recognizing Kotonoha's rare talent, he took the liberty to write a letter of recommendation, urging Manami to bring her daughter and try her luck with Master Busujima.

Of course, there were many so-called "well-known kendo coaches" these days; anyone with enough money and connections could become famous.

Nevertheless, it didn't matter to Enzo who did what; for him, the man from Kyoto was a kind benefactor, delivering such juicy prey directly into his mouth.

'Hehehe…'

Chuckling wickedly to himself, Enzo watched Kotonoha, who hurriedly spoke up.

"Please give me some advice, Master Busujima!"

Kotonoha put on a training suit, held a long sword in her hand, and stood in front of the wooden doll.

She bowed to Master Busujima and then swiftly drew her sword.

Thud!

One swift motion decapitated the wooden figure. Had it been a living person, Kotonoha would have severed their head. At the end of "School Days," Kotonoha used this exact skill to cut open the belly of Sekai Saionji. 

Clap! Clap!

Enzo gently raised his hand and clapped twice to express his appreciation for this performance. 

Of course, it wasn't Kotonoha's swordsmanship that impressed him. To ordinary people, her movements might seem as fast as wind and lightning, but to Enzo, they were no different from slow motion.

If ranked by levels, Enzo would undoubtedly be considered a level 99 boss in this world, while Kotonoha was, at best, a level 15 elite monster. The gap between their abilities was immense.

Even if Kotonoha attacked him with her sword, he could subdue her instantly. 

The reason he applauded was because he found the sight of Kotonoha's breasts bouncing with her movements quite pleasing! 

No wonder they say women with big breasts are not suitable for exercise. In that instant, Kotonoha's breasts must have consumed at least 300 calories of energy, which was equivalent to an ordinary person doing four standard push-ups!

And her breasts were only a D+ cup. If it were someone like Manami, with her even larger assets, her breasts might have practically flown off!

Enzo, licking his lips inwardly at Kotonohal's figure, wanted to see those breasts bounce again, so he commanded

"Again!"

Kotonoha was originally ready to stop because the "Thunder Slash" was a sword technique that consumed a lot of energy, and her physical condition was innately poor. After one blow, she started to breathe quickly and sweat on her back, but since Master Busujima told her to wield the sword again, she naturally did not dare to disobey him.

She quickly gathered her mind and slashed at the wooden doll again. 

Swoosh!

This time she slashed directly at the waist and abdomen of the wooden doll, but the power of this knife was much less than before. Despite slicing the wooden doll in half, it remained standing.

"Master Busujima, my little girl was born with a weak constitution and cannot perform well. I hope you will give her another chance."

Seeing that Kotonoha's second sword did not cut off the wooden figure, Manami's anxiety spiked, and she quickly dropped to her knees before Enzo, pleading earnestly.

"Please, I beg of you."

Japan was a country that placed great importance on family backgrounds. If Kotonoha could learn swordsmanship under Master Busujima, her social standing and starting point as an adult would significantly increase, at least by two levels.

Manami understood this, and so did Enzo.

As Enzo looked at Manami, kneeling before him with her breasts pressed together like meat pads, and then at Kotonoha, kneeling in the field with a sweaty and frightened expression, a wicked thought suddenly crossed his mind.

Idea!

"Come here!"

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