Chapter 7: Manami's Decision!

"Master, about my daughter's apprenticeship?"

Manami gently pressed her breasts against the inside of her arms and asked a careful question.

While some women might squeeze their breasts to make them look bigger, Manami did this because she had been kneeling for too long and her breasts were aching.

A woman with her body type wasn't suited for strenuous exercise. She spent most of her time sitting quietly, processing documents at work. She could even rest her breasts on the desk to relieve some pressure.

If it weren't for her daughter's future, she wouldn't be here, enduring this discomfort.

Meanwhile, her daughter, Kotonoha, knelt behind her, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

Fearful that her mother would notice her strangeness, especially her underwear soaked in vaginal fluids that were gradually seeping into the back of her training clothes, she kept her eyes fixed on the tatami mat and kept quiet.

"Her physical strength is weak, and she is not suitable for practicing my Busujima-style swordsmanship!" Enzo began to speak after clearing his throat.

"Master Busujima, please give her a chance!" After hearing what he said, Manami quickly kneeled on the ground again and begged humbly. 

Enzo smiled proudly in his heart when he saw Manami Katsura's huge, squashed breasts and plump buttocks raised while lying on the ground. 

Indeed, he had no intention of letting go of this opportunity. He had been waiting for this moment for so long.

"Actually, there is no chance at all. Our Busujima family has a secret recipe that can activate the meridians and refresh the lungs. It works miraculously in treating heart disease. However, the recipe was handed down from our ancestors, and there are rules not to allow it to be used by outsiders. So, I can only say sorry," Enzo concluded, picking up the tea cup next to him and gently blowing on it.

Upon hearing this, Manami lifted her head and observed that he had already begun serving tea to bid farewell to the guests. Desperation laced her voice as she pleaded,

"Master, please!"

"Go back, Mrs. Katsura!"

Enzo's eyes scanned Manami's body from top to bottom; his tone contained three parts regret, three parts hesitation, and four parts reluctance.

When he saw Manami slowly leading Kotonoha out with a step-by-step frequency, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

He knew Manami was intelligent, and smart people understood how to use their advantages.

Kotonoha followed her mother without saying a word, and Manami felt a pang of disappointment, knowing her daughter had not been taken on as a disciple by Master Busujima.

Earlier in the day, Kotonoha had been brimming with excitement upon receiving an invitation to Busujima Dojo, and now she was going back silent in sadness.

Eventually, Manami couldn't take it; she took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

"Kotonoha, you go home first; mom has some things to do!"

The two walked out of the Busujima Dojo, and Manami ordered Kotonoha.

"Okay!" Kotonoha didn't think much about it.

The damp underwear on her lower body was constantly reminding her that she had just been fingered to orgasm in front of my mother. She was eager to go home and change her underwear.

Seeing Kotonoha get into the car and leave, Manami tidied her clothes a little and then silently cheered herself up.

When she was leaving just now, Master Busujima looked at her with a gaze filled with desire.

There was nothing she could do about it. With a face and a voluptuous body that could make even porn actresses feel inferior, it was normal for men to look at her that way.

Manami was almost immune to it.

In the past, if she had encountered such men, Manami would simply walk away. If the man's social status was lower than hers, she would let him feel the wrath of the "iceberg devil."

But this time, for the sake of her daughter's health and future, Manami Katsura felt that using her own advantages wasn't a big deal.

She had climbed to the position of marketing director not only through her strong business acumen but also by employing a few tricks.

It was not easy to be an independent and strong woman these days. Most people were either impressive because of who they slept with, or they became impressive because they slept with someone powerful.

Manami's mother hadn't found anyone influential to sleep with, so Manami had to make sacrifices herself.

At least she could give her daughters a brighter and smoother future than others, right?

"Master Busujima, I, Manami Katsura, would like to meet you again. I have something important to discuss." Manami said, taking out a small mirror from her purse to touch up her makeup before knocking on the door of the Busujima Dojo.

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"Mrs. Katsura, I understand your feelings very well, but the rules of my Busujima family are strict, so please forgive me," Enzo said, sitting on a chair and looking at Manami kneeling in front of him.

Logically, Japanese people should sit cross-legged or kneel, but Enzo couldn't bear it, so he had his servants bring a comfortable wooden chair. Though it was against tradition, he was the master of the Busujima Dojo—who would dare to question him?

"Master Busujima, although this request is very presumptuous, Kotonoha is my daughter. Please show mercy!" Manami pleaded from the ground.

If someone else had told Manami they could cure Kotonoha's heart disease, she would have slapped them twice and then scolded them hard. After all, she had taken Kotonoha to some of the best hospitals in Japan, as well as many internationally renowned ones. The consistent diagnosis was that it was a congenital issue that current medical technology couldn't cure.

But as the saying goes, to deceive a liar, you don't need to be a good talker; you only need to have high enough status.

Master Busujima, Japan's number one swordsman, had a social status several levels higher than Manami Katsura's, comparable to that of the governor of Tokyo. How could she not believe what he said?

It was like Elon Musk telling you in person that he forgot his wallet and asking you for $10 for a taxi, promising to PayPal you $1 million when he gets back. Would you hand it to him?

Ninety-nine percent of people would agree, including Manami.

Enzo understood this extremely well.

"Mrs. Katsura, it's hard to break family rules. Please don't make this difficult for me," he said helplessly, sitting on the chair.

And at this exact moment, Manami suddenly crawled forward two steps and jumped directly to his feet.

"Master please!"

Seeing Manami Katsura using her breasts as cushions to push her whole body forward, her two huge, soft breasts sliding against his legs like pads, Enzo couldn't help but silently curse in his heart.

'Looks like I had shown this bitch the result of attacking me with her breasts, hehehe. It's time to have my first proper meal in this world.'

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