Taming the Sushi Girl — The Naked Dogeza Shogun (3)

Yuka had a fairly clear idea what Hannam meant ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠by a "more intense thank-you." The man had a kimono fetish. He would want her gratitude delivered Japanese-style, not Korean.

"Masaka... you want to watch Yuka do dogeza, Hannamu-sama?"

"You're a sushi girl. That's the least you ought to do. Thanks to me, you're about to walk away from this expedition with something enormous."

A hot rush of wounded pride surged through her — then she nodded, because Hannam wasn't wrong.

The truth was, the Shogun hadn't closed her eyes once last night. She'd been far too excited for sleep.

Giving her Hong Kong had been sincere. On the surface it looked like a reward; in practice it was no different from freemium. The same principle by which modern people search the internet for free while Google gets rich. Han Min-guk, likewise, never made a deal that cost him.

Yuka, who didn't understand any of that, sensed something fishy and thanked him anyway. Japan still hadn't finished paying for the crime of plundering Busan... and he was gifting her an entire city.

Hannam had gone on to say that Hong Kong would become an enormous trade city — that because Yuka had pirated so well he'd picked up three port cities himself, so he'd give her one too. He'd even invoked "maintaining relations between Hannamguk and Japan."

Honestly, Yuka didn't feel bad about it. Even the Shogun had heard of Hong Kong's prestige.

I finally get a chance to run a foreign city I took for myself!

A Shogun who had spent her whole life raiding other people's cities and running wanted, more than anything, to become a more capable ruler. Not merely the king of some little island nation, but a conqueror expanding without restraint across the sea.

She'd ended up a vassal of Hannamguk for now, but Yuka did not believe the arrangement would last forever. Japan would use Hong Kong as a stepping stone and make a great leap. That was the grand dream she carried. If she learned from Hannam how to manage a city and how to grow a population, Japan too would become a civilization with land on the vast continent!

It was while she was briefly lost in that fantasy that he spoke.

"You're not even going to thank me properly?"

Reality was far too harsh a place for dreaming. When Hannam scolded her, Yuka was in no position to do anything but bow her head.

"Gomen nasai, Hannamu-sama... but Yuka is a samurai. Naked dogeza is—"

Mid-sentence, the Shogun changed her mind. Time to abandon vain ambitions. She was already naked, kimono discarded. This morning she had deliberately come without panties, just as Hannam had ordered last time.

"...This kind of thing. I'm still embarrassed."

Her confidence hit the floor. A female who had been obediently broken in by the man who conquered her — did she even have the right to pride? Thinking that, Yuka quietly folded away even the dream of becoming a conqueror.

For now... let's just survive.

Dreams could wait. Be satisfied with small things. Having acquired a properly sushi-girl mindset, the Shogun took her hands off her pussy and her breasts — and began her tearful self-humiliation.

"Yuka is always so grateful to Hannamu-sama!"

The female Shogun discarded her meager pride and chose pragmatism. If she talked back, Hannam would only need a little agitation to turn public opinion against her, and if things escalated she might suffer a humiliation even worse than this.

"Yuka wants to repay the grace Hannamu-sama has shown Japan!"

The sushi girl cried this out and began neatly folding the kimono she had thrown off. Having served as Hannam's laundry girl these past few days, she folded clothes with tidy precision. Less a battlefield-roaming samurai than a housewife waiting for her husband to come home — that was the sushi-girl Shogun now.

Takahashi Yuka folded the kimono into a neat square, placed it in front of her head, and asked permission from the man who had conquered her. Whether she might plant a naked dogeza of gratitude.

"Yuka is so grateful to Hannamu-sama that... may Yuka offer d-dogeza?"

"If that's what Yuka wants."

Hannam put on airs on purpose. But the Shogun had already prepared everything, and she couldn't turn back now...

Thud!

She smashed her forehead into the floor. Pale, completely naked, not a scrap of cloth on her. In front of Yuka's crown sat the neatly squared kimono.

"Yuka only ever takes from Hannamu-sama, so hontoni go-gomen nasai...!"

"Don't be like that, Yuka. A master civilization can afford to be a little generous to its vassal."

Meaning: grovel even more pathetically. Yuka's ass trembled with shame, but she had no other choice. The Shogun put on even more female airs before Hannam.

"If it weren't for Hannamu-sama, Japan would have stayed a primitive pirate den forever! You ceded Hong Kong to a still-so-lacking Yuka... thank you so much, Hannamu-kun ♥"

Even she was embarrassed by what she'd just said. Yuka's whole body shuddered hard enough to shake the floor. Still locked in naked dogeza, the sushi girl didn't raise her head for a long time. Bowing was less humiliating than looking up.

"I know you're sincere, so lift your head. You've got a pretty face — you should show it off."

"H-hai. Hannamu-sama. Hic!"

Yuka lifted her head, on the verge of tears. Moisture welling in her eyes, lips pushed out in a pout. Yuka was cuter when she cried.

When I first met her on the Turtle Ship... she was like a fierce lioness.

Now she was a completely different person. Naked, kneeling on the floor, wiping her tears. Not a samurai who wouldn't flinch from a sword cut, but a little girl who'd burst into tears if you so much as teased her with a popsicle.

Now that's a sushi girl.

Even a woman as strong as Yuka, once tamed, was nothing but a female. Hannam stroked the now-docile sushi girl for a long while, and only after Yuka stopped crying did he present the new kimono he had prepared.

"We're about to set sail. You going to stay naked? Try this on."

"Mmh. Hontoni arigato, Hannamu-sama."

After planting a naked dogeza, she could hardly refuse a somewhat revealing kimono. By now immune to shame, Yuka obediently put on the kimono Hannam gave her.

"You look incredibly pretty in that. Turn around once for me?"

"Nn, wakarimashita, Hannamu-kun."

When Yuka spun halfway around, the underside of her ass showed beneath the hem. She had a slender figure, but Yuka was a female with plenty of meat where it counted.

"Hold on, Yuka. You've got to wear it properly."

Han Min-guk used fixing her clothes as an excuse to grab the sushi girl's ass. Yuka knew exactly what he was doing, but she didn't push him away. This modified kimono had been put on her specifically so he could look at and touch her ass and thighs. When the conqueror wanted to enjoy himself a little, a good sushi girl stayed still.

"Heeet...?! Hannamu-sama, Yuka is grateful you treat her so nicely, but... if you put your fingers in Yuka's omanko right now, we'll be late setting sa...aaahn ♥"

Even reborn as a sushi girl, the Shogun still had ambitions left. Now that fawning on a stronger male than herself would get her a city, maybe she should stop drawing her katana....

The Shogun grew a little more used to her daily life of resignation.

I was glad the sushi girl had become so obedient, but I still hadn't forgiven Yuka. Even now, thinking of the Busan females losing their virginity to wooden dildos made my guts boil. Gold you get robbed of you can earn back. A hymen that disappears does not regenerate.

"I-itai!! Hannamu-sama... you can touch my breasts, but please be a little gentler..."

I'd been thinking about the old arrogant Yuka and pinched her nipple too hard. Today was not the day for that.

I'd prepared a banquet to honor the sushi-girl pirate crew for their great service. The problem was those bitches had gotten completely shitfaced.

"Heeheeheeheet. Did you see me scissoring that bitch?"

I had specifically ordered them not to rape anyone, but the wokou girls had grabbed Hong Kong women and thrown a lesbian party. Well... thanks to that, I'd gotten a more favorable negotiation.

For a mere three hundred gold.

Diaochan — legendary one of the Four Great Beauties, leader of Chinese civilization — naming that fire-sale price left me looking like an idiot for having prepared a thousand gold.

"Then this imperial lady shall take her leave, Hannam."

After asking around, I learned Diaochan was thoroughly sick of the wokou girls' raiding. Never mind that they were plundering the trade ships that came and went from Hong Kong — the sushi sluts would drink sake and fuck the residents until Happiness was impossible to manage.

"Kyaa! How dare wokou from some island backwater violate the citizens of a great nation?!"

"Aww, don't be like that — take your panties off, onee-chan! Once we start scissoring you'll come over to Hong Kong with me anyway ♥"

Once I heard the details, the Hong Kong girls didn't seem that pitiable. Maybe because they hadn't tasted the British Empire's cannons yet? Those Hong Kong females steeped in Sinocentrism honestly made me want to mix them up myself.

"Thanks for ignoring your lord's orders and drinking sake, you samurai sluts. Saved me seven hundred gold."

Yuka's pirate crew, expecting severe punishment, got nothing but praise. A little later, when I poured them sake myself, they all got wasted and started shedding their kimonos.

A beautiful sight. I loved sushi girls in just their panties and sushi girls wearing nothing at all, no discrimination.

"Uuung...? Hannamu-sama...?"

Even when I grabbed their asses they'd just get that embarrassed and spread their legs. God-tier sushi, on a completely different level from kimchi girls who just put on a tough act. Drunk on the atmosphere, I rolled around in the sushi-girl harem for a long time.

In the end I came back to the same ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pussy, though.

I poured sake into light-drinker Yuka's cup.

"Etto... Yuka isn't very good with alcohol—"

"—Yuka. You're the Shogun of a vassal state."

"Hai. The sake Hannamu-sama poured, Yuka will drink it all up!"

After just two cups of sake, Yuka nestled into my arms of her own accord.

Time to start the negotiation? I had a feeling I wouldn't feel right until the sushi girl paid for plundering Busan.

"As promised, Hong Kong is yours, Yuka."

"Eee?? Honto desu ka, Hannamu-sama ♥"

Yuka, whose intonation had gone full sushi girl by now. She'd already gone pretty docile after the naked dogeza, but drunk she was an even easier woman.

"There's a condition, though."

"Nn! Any condition is fine, Yuka is... heheh."

She seemed purely happy at the thought of receiving Hong Kong as a gift. I decided to puff her up while I was at it.

"I think Yuka is an incredibly capable ruler."

"Hic! If you keep saying that I'll get all emotional... Hannamu-kun."

"No, I mean it. Things are a bit chaotic right now since the looting just wrapped up, but once Yuka starts managing the city in earnest, Hong Kong will be an excellent trade partner for Hannamguk."

"Etto... that's kind of you to say, Hannamu-sama. But honestly, this is Yuka's first time governing someone else's city, so I don't know where to start...."

"Well, you need people before you can rebuild a city, right? With Hong Kong's population cut in half from the plunder, you honestly can't do anything."

"Nn! Please teach Yuka how to grow the population, Hannamu-samaaa ♥"

The sushi girl was as delighted as a child at the thought of having her own city on foreign soil for the first time. She nodded vigorously at the method I'd casually explained for growing a population without restraint. The alcohol played a part, but Yuka seemed to feel a deep affection for the Hong Kong she'd been gifted.

"It's a city Hannamu-sama gifted me... so Yuka's going to raise it well!"

"I see. If Yuka's going to work hard, I'll help as much as I can. But you know... for a while Yuka's going to be busy playing with Hong Kong, right?"

"Nn-nn! I'm going to make it an even saikyo port city than Osaka!"

"But while Yuka's busy raising Hong Kong, someone's got to manage Japan, right? Is there anyone you'd be okay leaving Tokyo with for a bit?"

Dunno...?

Yuka's eyes went wide, then she tilted her head. The flustered sushi girl downed another cup of sake, then pointed at me.

"He's right here, isn't he? The man who'll be Shogun for Yuka for a little while. Hannamu-sama ♥"

Yuka seemed to have forgotten that not long ago she'd been a Shogun losing the people's support. But if word spread of a Shogun ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who abandoned Tokyo to nurture a foreign city? The entire Japanese archipelago might start to rumble.

"Alright. Then I'll just teach Yuka how to grow the population and head to Tokyo."

"Hannamu-sama is really... going that far for Yuka?"

"A real ruler takes responsibility even for his vassals. Playing acting ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Shogun for a week or so is nothing."

The sushi girl cried "Nn!" again and nestled into my arms. A scatterbrained Shogun who offered up not only the Japanese archipelago but her own body.

All in all, it was a night I wanted to strip Yuka out of her kimono.