Cleo’s mother, Violet, was sitting at her dresser, combing her hair in front of the mirror.
Mirrors weren’t uncommon in Genkysou village, but well crafted ones like the one Violet owned were rare. He had once been a Clam diver just like her daughters, but she’d had to give it up when she married the male heir to the Village’s biggest Seafood Restaurant. Quite the coup for a Clam Diving girl from Zarful, who’d snagged herself a handsome, rich man, without even a dowry to pay his relatives off; a true marriage of love. Violet held her belly with her free hand, cupping her stretched, tan baby bump; she was six months pregnant again. She’d already birthed ten beautiful girls over the last six years, and she was finally relaxing in her senior years at the old age of twenty-eight. She was hoping for a boy this time. She’d already earned an honoured place on her husband’s trophy wall, but every time she went to the birthing rooms, she’d stare up at the lines of girls who’d given birth to male heirs, still living till their hair turned grey and they wrinkled up like prunes, being fucked continuously, and making what seemed like pleasant, slutty, little screams and whorish moans. Violet wanted that for herself so badly. A baby boy would bring her prestige until he was raised properly, and gain her entry into bliss at the breeding stock racks at the birthing room.

Violet was so caught up in her daydreaming, that she barely noticed her eldest daughter, now a fully grown and accomplished Clam Diver herself, returned from the lake. Cleo was her favourite daughter, being her firstborn. Still, though, despite her tasteful slim muscles and well curved breasts, Cleo hadn’t managed to seduce herself a husband. She’d have to arrange something for her before she wasted away into a spinster. Maybe she could get that Baxter boy who worked in the kitchen to adopt her as his second wife. His first wife was due for the chopping block any day now, and he’d be needing a replacement. Baxter was an odd one for sure.. It wasn’t often that a man opted to work to help support his wife and mistresses.

Hmmm… not a bad idea… all she’d need to do is arrange for some time for Baxter and Cleo to be alone together, and then pull together an appropriate dowry. Cleo wasn’t a nice looking girl, and quite forwards with her sexuality… Maybe Violet could reassign the scullery sex slave as a snuff slave, for some minor infraction, and have Cleo take up her slack? Yes, that could work out nicely.

“Say, Cleo dear, would you be a good girl and come here… Mommy has an idea.” sing-songed Violet happily.

Cleo slowly walked into the room, coming to rest just behind her mother. clasped in her hands was another Zombie Clam.




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