Capítulo 69: Chapter 69: Where is Saya?
Enzo smiled maliciously.
"Master, you—"
Souichiro's eyes widened in surprise. As a cultured man who had read many classics, he recognized the line instantly. But before he could react, a flash of silver light filled his vision.
Puff!
His last sensation was that of his head soaring through the air. 'So, this is how it feels when your head detaches from your neck,' he thought.
"Boss—!"
The three loyal bodyguards behind him only saw Master Busujima suddenly jump down from the roof a second before, and their leader's decapitated head flew upward the next second. The rest of Souichiro's body was still standing upright as blood gushed from his severed neck like a fountain.
In a panic, they scrambled to draw their guns, but before the first man could even reach for his weapon, he was sliced in half at the waist.
The second man barely managed to touch his gun before darkness swallowed his consciousness.
The third one had pulled his gun free, but before he could raise it, his arm—along with the weapon—was severed cleanly from his body.
Within five steps, a sword is faster than a gun. Even a moderately trained fighter is much faster than an average person in close combat, and Master Busujima's skills had reached the pinnacle of what ordinary humans could achieve.
From the moment he beheaded Souichiro to the time he killed the three bodyguards, less than 1.5 seconds had passed—a mere blink of an eye.
A human can punch up to nine times per second, and with Master Busujima's strength, achieving that speed was no challenge.
However, swordsmanship is a different game. Delivering three strikes in a single second was already pushing the limits of human ability, even for someone like him.
He ignored the third man, who was writhing on the ground, clutching the stump of his severed arm. The fantasy portrayed in movies and TV shows, where characters continue fighting despite losing a limb, is just that—fantasy. In reality, finding someone with that kind of willpower and luck is a one-in-a-million chance.
Swish!
Enzo returned his sword to its sheath and leapt toward Yuriko Takagi.
Yuriko's hand instinctively reached for the pistol hidden in her chest, but Enzo was much faster. His right hand slipped into her blouse, effortlessly retrieving the pistol hidden between her breasts.
"Sniff! Ah, the scent of milk... Is Madam lactating?" Enzo teased, pulling the pistol from between Yuriko's breasts and sniffing it with a smug grin.
"Kill him! Avenge the boss—"
One of the gang members shouted furiously, raising his katana to attack.
Bang!
Regrettably, before the man could finish his rallying cry, a gunshot rang out, and his head exploded like a shattered watermelon.
Hachiro Takahashi, lying prone on the rooftop with two pistols in hand, glared down at the group below, making it clear he would kill anyone who dared to make a move.
"Bastard, I'll fight you myself!"
Seeing her men too scared to act, Yuriko gritted her teeth and charged toward the severed arm lying on the ground that was holding the gun, desperate to grab it and fight back.
Obviously, Yuriko was much tougher than Manami Katsura. Although she knew that it was impossible to kill the bastard Master Busujima with such an act, she could at least die fighting.
But—unfortunately—
Right then, Enzo threw a purple lace underwear over the severed arm, and Yuriko, who had been rushing to fight him desperately, instantly froze and trembled with fear.
"S-Saya?"
She instantly recognized her daughter's underwear, especially with the faint trace of blood staining the fabric. Her heart dropped, not knowing whose blood it was or how it got there.
"Where is Saya?!"
"Madam is a smart woman. You should know what to do now."
Enzo crossed his arms casually, watching the beautiful, mature woman in front of him. Her breasts, though similar in size to her daughter Saya's, carried a mature charm. That plump butt, however, was on a completely different level than a young girl like Saya.
Of course, Saya would surely develop such curves in a few months with the right... encouragement. Feed her some medicine, let nature take its course, and she'd be ready for breeding in no time.
'By the way,' he thought, 'Does the Katsura and Takagi families make some kind of deal? One specializing in breasts, the other in ass? Hahaha.'
He couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.
On the other hand, Yuriko, clutching her daughter's blood-stained underwear, looked first at her husband's lifeless, headless body, then at her silent, terrified subordinates. Finally, she spoke through gritted teeth.
"I surrender!"
At her words, the gang members, who had been nervously on edge, let out a collective sigh of relief.
If Madam had chosen to fight to the death, they wouldn't have known what to do. As low-level gangsters, they were loyal to a fault, and it would've been difficult for them to turn against her, even if it meant survival.
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"Lord, there are a total of 247 people gathered here, including 33 members of the original ultra-nationalist organization and 69 young adults from other areas. I've grouped them into teams. I don't think there will be any problems!"
In the residence of the Takagi family head, Hachiro was reporting the situation to Enzo.
"Tomorrow, make sure the ones most eager for action take the lead, especially those who will be called upon during the night," Enzo instructed, lounging in his chair.
After a brief pause, he gave a firm slap to the round buttocks in front of him and asked, "By the way, madam, what were the names of those guys?"
Yuriko, tied and frustrated, squirmed in response. Her motions made the table shake slightly, but otherwise, her struggle was in vain.
Her entire body was stuffed under the desk, her hands and legs tightly tied, leaving only her head and her plump, exposed buttocks visible. She was still dressed in the dark red evening gown she had worn earlier that afternoon, which only accentuated the brightness and beauty of her curves.
"Mmph!" Yuriko groaned, muffled by the gag in her mouth.
"Oh, my bad!" Enzo chuckled, as though suddenly remembering. "I forgot your mouth was gagged! Hachiro, why don't you take it out for her?"
"Hai!"
Hachiro obediently kneeled beside Yuriko, removing the gag from her mouth.
Although it was called a "gag," it was more like a dildo attached to the ball, which Enzo had found in the Takagi family's warehouse during his earlier raid. He wasn't sure whether Souichiro had hidden it there or if someone else had gifted it to him, but either way, Enzo thought it suited the situation just fine.
The gag was smaller than Enzo's own cock, but it was much larger than most men's.
He had no idea why Souichiro kept something like that, hidden away in a box no less, but it didn't matter to him now.
As the oversized gag was pulled out, Yuriko retched, coughing for several moments. The gag had been thrust so deeply into her throat that she had nearly suffocated, making the experience feel like a punishment worse than death.
"You bastard! You disgusting pig! You'll die for this!"
As soon as she recovered enough to speak, Yuriko erupted in fury, hurling curses at Enzo.
Originally, Yuriko thought that Enzo was only after the Takagi family's wealth and, perhaps, her own body. With her daughter in his hands, she had planned to submit for now, then bide her time until she could find a way to kill him.
After all, there were countless ways for a woman to kill a man, weren't there?
But what Yuriko hadn't anticipated was just how twisted and perverse Enzo really was. While he did show interest in the family's wealth and in her sexually, his level of depravity far exceeded anything she could have imagined.
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