Evil Lust World Travel System

"You came so early today!"

Enzo greeted her with a smile as he watched the beautiful woman crawl toward him like a submissive pet.

"Master Busujima, I turned down the president's invitation to come see you!"

Manami crawled in front of him and raised her head in a charming way. Her two big eyes flickered like a pet, hoping to get something—yearning for her Master's reward.

During this time, after being pounded by Enzo multiple times, Manami discovered the true pleasure of being a woman.

Experiencing the ecstasy that Master Busujima provided made her realize that her previous thirty years had been dull and unfulfilling.

Previously, Manami had come to visit under the pretense of seeing her daughter. Now, she didn't even bother with excuses and came straight to the point.

But she didn't know that, in truth, if it weren't for the appeal of making a mother-daughter donburi, aka oyakodon, Enzo might not have been so interested in her anymore.

After all, their relationship was hardly conventional, it was more about mutual exploitation. Manami used Enzo to satisfy her carnal desires, while Enzo saw her merely as a means to an end.

This dynamic was also why men often preferred younger women as they aged—a mature woman could be quite pestering and demanding.

As the saying goes, once a woman becomes more skilled, there's little left for a man to do.

Just like now, without any extra words, Manami raised her head slightly, bit the waistband of his pants with her teeth, and started working skillfully and easily on removing them. 

After a long, busy day, the somewhat mentally exhausted Enzo sat back in his chair, relishing the sensation of her mouth. Though he was somewhat displeased by her treating him as a mere tool for sexual gratification, he quickly remembered that he also regarded her as nothing more than a living sex toy.

This thought comforted him—they were both there to indulge in pleasure, so why complain and make yourself unhappy?

So Enzo quickly pushed out the unnecessary thoughts from his mind and asked with a smirk playing on his lips.

"Mrs. Katsura, you come here every day. Aren't you afraid your husband will become suspicious?"

As he spoke, he reached out to touch the face of the beautiful woman kneeling under his crotch.

It was true that he didn't care what her useless husband thought, but any noise could cause trouble.

Master Busujima's reputation was still pretty good. He didn't want to ruin this perfect facade before the world ended.

As for after the end of the world?

Why maintain a personal image in the apocalypse?

Isn't that just asking for trouble?

"Slurp, slurp--"

Manami first wrapped her mouth around his glans, licking it hard twice before speaking with disdain.

"Master Busujima! Slurp… Why are you talking about a piece of trash like him? So what if he became suspicious?" 

Seeing Manami Katsura's expression change slightly, Enzo knew he couldn't easily push her with words.

He could train a timid girl like Kotonoha easily, but a strong woman like Manami, who already had independent thoughts, needed a different approach.

Conquering her with just his cock would only be seen as the act of a desperate loser.

Even though Manami was crawling in front of him, moving like a bitch in heat, Enzo knew that if he pushed her beyond her limits, she'd immediately jump, turn on him, and report him.

Everyone had a violent side in their heart, but in peaceful times, law and morality were like two invisible shackles, locking the cruelty in people's hearts. 

"Ah-Master Busujima-ah-" 

Enzo, sensing that the other party had nearly licked his dick, grabbed Manami's breasts one by one with both hands and lifted her up.

The beautiful woman let out a scream, a mix of pain and pleasure, and stood up immediately.

"Slut, you've even taken off your underwear?" 

Enzo flipped up Manami's hip-hugging skirt, realizing her crotch was already drenched. Black pubic hair was covered in water stains.

This slut had gotten so horny just from blowing him that he was at a loss for words.

"I have to meet Kotonoha later! Besides, I'm really itching for you, Master Busujima!"

Manami purred seductively, and without waiting for him to react, she twisted her waist and sat on his lap.

Then she held Enzo's erect penis with her hands, applied a little pressure to her hips, adjusted the angle, and sat down.

"Ah--"

As soon as she sat down, taking his whole cock in at once, which directly crushed her womb, she let out a moan of pure satisfaction.

Looking at the beautiful woman on his lap, sitting with a satisfied look on her face, twisting her waist, and shaking back and forth on his body, Enzo suddenly felt a little bit dumbfounded in his heart. 

Who was playing with whom here?

Seeing the infatuation on Manami's face, Enzo felt as if he were the one being taken advantage of for free.

He was clearly the host of the evil system, the master of this submissive woman, and the one with all the power. Yet, being ridden by her like this was almost unbearable.

So without hesitation, Enzo removed his legs from below her.

"Ah--"

The beautiful woman climbing towards her peak of pleasure suddenly felt a hollow emptiness, and she fell straight from mid-air. 

Thump!

Manami's knee struck the tatami with a crisp sound. But before she could register the pain, someone grabbed her breasts.

She winced in pain, struggling to hold back her cry.

But Enzo ignored her and positioned the beautiful woman in a doggy style, nodding with satisfaction.

How could a man allow a woman to dominate him?

When it comes to making love, the one who takes the initiative holds the power. The process is far more important than the result.

Smack!

Thinking about this, Enzo's hand landed two sharp slaps on the plump, juicy ass in front of him. He then spread her buttocks and inserted his penis, which was coated with semen and saliva, into her slightly open asshole.

Manami Katsura, presenting her buttocks in anticipation of reveling in the pleasure in her pussy, immediately cried out.

"Uhh—"

Despite her voluptuous figure and her many affairs with various presidents to climb the corporate ladder, her anus had never been explored before—it was an undeveloped hole.

"No, Master Busujima, I can't take it there!"

She screamed loudly. Though she had heard about anal sex before, she had never experienced it.

"Stop talking nonsense!" 

But Enzo ignored her plea, gripping Manami Katsura's waist firmly to keep her from escaping, and then began to apply more pressure.

Even with the lubrication of semen and saliva, penetrating an untouched anus was still extremely difficult. He could barely get more than half of the glans inside.

"No, pull it out! I'm going to die! It hurts... it hurts... Master Busujima, please spare me!" she cried out in desperation.

Manami's body twisted and writhed, her pale, snow-white skin glistening with sweat as she struggled like a salted fish.