Japan (1)
Have you ever stopped to think about it?
In a world where men have gone extinct, what kind of country has risen to become a true superpower?
Then, right here, one question must be asked.
What exactly are the conditions for a superpower?
Scholars and ordinary people may have wildly different standards, but there are a few conditions that are generally accepted.
Possession of nuclear weapons. A population of over one hundred million. A vast territory and abundant resources sufficient to support that many citizens. An advanced industrial structure built on those resources. And enough international political influence to protect national interests in the brutal arena of global politics.
When a country satisfies all of these, it is generally labeled a superpower.
So let us return to the beginning.
In this world where men have vanished, which country would be considered a superpower?
There would be as many answers as there are scholars, but in my opinion there is only one.
The possibility of returning to a sustainable society.
Now the countries that possess this possibility are the superpowers.
Viewing every remaining society on Earth as its own distinct civilization, the vast majority of them have no such possibility.
The men who built those societies and the women who maintained, repaired, and preserved them.
Many people today deny it, but humanity has always advanced through these gender roles.
Now that the single most important pillar—men—has been removed, those roles cannot be restored.
Therefore, the lifespan of most societies has already been decided.
One hundred years.
Most societies will produce no new life for the next century. They will slowly collapse after failing to maintain even pre-collapse economic levels, trapped in endless cycles of deflation and inflation, repeated economic downturns, and bursting bubbles caused by countless other factors.
So what exactly is the possibility of returning to the sustainable society I mentioned?
In one word, children.
If enough children are born to form a true generation, if society already possesses the infrastructure to raise that generation, and if there is enough capital and population to maintain and repair that infrastructure, then there is a chance to overcome this crisis.
No. Capital and population are not even required.
Even if they refuse to come, even if they beg to be taken no matter what conditions are imposed, and even if they are not wanted, there are over a billion other collapsed societies. If I simply take as many as needed, the problem is solved.
That is why the countries that still had the possibility began treating the countries without it as if they were not even worthy of being called nations.
They speak of respect and sovereignty, yet the actions they take make it clear they view those nations as nothing more than land to be consumed in a hundred years.
Anyway, my motherland—South Korea—had been quite attractive.
We still had 512 men, all of them had received higher education and were sufficiently socialized, the nationwide infrastructure needed to live the lives modern people desire was already in place, and we possessed a reasonable amount of capital and population, nuclear weapons obtained through global war, and a recognized status in the international community.
A country with every requirement needed to overcome the crisis.
A country that could truly be called a superpower.
A status I had never experienced in five hundred thousand years of Korean history.
Yet I temporarily erased that status by dragging every last one of the men to Japan for an overseas trip.
The events that unfolded during that trip were quite wretched.
It was also done in the name of the men’s interests.
In truth, I had acted somewhat impulsively, so I was still confused about the true reason behind it all.
Still, that is how it was.
I have no idea how it will end, but watching the situation unfold, it seems things will sort themselves out.
“What are you thinking?”
“Huh? Nothing. Keep going. Lin.”
“Yes… haap.”
I am currently in a luxury hotel in Tokyo whose skyline is visible from the window.
I cannot remember the exact name I was told when I first checked in.
“Churup… chuk… chuk…”
The wet, rhythmic sounds of something being licked and sucked spread through the room.
“Oppa.”
“Churup… Ayane. You cannot do that. Speak Korean.”
I have no idea what time it is.
Anyway, it is morning.
“Ah! So you cannot monopolize it all by yourself.”
“It is not as if I did not concentrate. I simply did my absolute best for your share.”
gulp
“It is not my fault.”
Lin, whose mouth is covered by mine from below, swallows something down.
“Did you forget what your mother told you to do with Seonghun?”
The women who had greeted me at the airport after Urayama-san—the one who had negotiated directly with me—had introduced themselves the moment we arrived in Japan.
They had promised to stay by my side in Japan and help me.
“No. It is not as if sister did not give me a chance to join in.”
I had said yes to that, but…
The older sister is Lin.
The younger sister is Ayane.
Both are stunningly beautiful women who possess the distinctive Japanese elegance, perhaps because they inherited their mother’s genes so perfectly.
Their personalities are quite different, however.
“Do not fight. Let us go to the bed.”
“Yes. Seonghun.”
“Yes. Oppa.”
That word “oppa” from Ayane still does not sit well no matter how many times I hear it.
What is “oppa”?
When I first asked, my friend had told me that Korean men love hearing such words, so I had told him not to say it. Yet because my reaction of genuine dislike amused him, he kept using it.
So I eventually gave up.
From the sofa where I had been sitting, I rose and leaned back against the white hotel bed’s headboard.
This time Ayane, who had followed me up as if she would not miss the opportunity, and Lin, who had stepped away to rinse her mouth, were both present.
The only common point between them was that they had already removed the clothes they had been barely wearing.
“Then this time Ayane will serve you, oppa~.”
Ayane moved beside me, slipped between my legs, and began stroking me gently with her soft hands, coaxing me back to full hardness.
Feeling that kind yet lewd touch with my eyes closed, I asked the question that had lingered in the back of my mind.
“Who suggested going to my room first?”
The gentle, slow movements gradually grew faster.
“Um… actually, I secretly tried to come alone, but I ran into her right at the door.”
With that added, the stimulation intensified.
“Yeah? Thanks to you, I had a wonderful experience.”
Because of this lewd stimulation, the cock that had already come once was slowly hardening again.
“Hmph. It is not the first time, oppa.”
“That is true.”
It had been quite some time since arriving in Japan.
“What should I do? With my hand? Or like sister, with my mouth?”
Um…
A difficult choice.
“With my breasts.”
“Ugh… oppa, pervert!”
“But it would be a waste not to use something this wonderful.”
The statistic that Japanese women have larger average breast sizes than Korean women is apparently true.
Both Lin and Ayane possess large, soft, and beautifully white breasts.
What size had she said they were?
I think I mentioned it last time.
“What was it again?”
“From top to bottom, 37, 25, 36.”
Correct.
“Thank you for reminding me. Lin.”
Lin had returned from rinsing her mouth and now sat on the bed beside me.
“You rinsed your mouth?”
I answered and pulled her arm to draw her closer.
“Yes. I could not kiss Seonghun in this state. Chuk—”
So Lin naturally wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.
Our faces and bodies were so similar that the only difference was our usual hairstyles—two Japanese sisters.
Therefore, when both of them let their hair down for sex, it felt as if I was making love to two bodies of the same woman.
“Really… sister!”
Ayane seemed genuinely angry at being ignored, yet the sensation beneath me made it clear she was performing the paizuri I had requested.
The warm, enveloping feeling of two soft breasts surrounding me and the intense body heat.
It was exactly the sensation I had first felt during sex with Hanna.
“Chuk… churup… haa… It is fine. Seonghun, do whatever you want.”
With the hand holding Lin, I lightly poked the underside of her breast, and she kindly allowed it.
“I… belong to Seonghun.”
If anyone had heard it, they would have furrowed their brows and called it shameless.
Yet a woman who had come to serve me from the moment I woke up, right here on the bed, could not possibly be called lovable.
So I decided to incorporate a small amount of mischief to satisfy one lingering curiosity.
‘Can a woman with large breasts really suck her own breasts?’
It was a question I had already resolved through Seongjinkuk-style videos, but I had never actually tried it with Lin, so I did not know the answer.
Then I would find out.
I lifted one of Lin’s breasts, which I could not fully grasp with one hand.
Lin, startled by my different touch, read my intention, hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and kissed her own breast.
—smack
This worked.
“Ah… ah! Oppa! Concentrate on me too!”
Because of the lewd interaction between Lin and me, Ayane truly became angry.
She shoved the Lin who had been leaning almost on top of me aside and climbed onto me instead.
“And I can show you that too, smack.”
Just like Lin had done, she grabbed her own breast and kissed it.
“How is it? Oppa?”
The dizzying sight from a different angle than before.
“Truly lewd. Ayane.”
“Hehe, is that so?”
“Yeah.”
The fact that my answer pleased her made her wrap my neck and hug me tightly.
“Then now… fuck me like a dog, oppa.”
With that single command, the sex that began ignored Ayane’s tears and pleas to stop. Only after thrusting hard enough to make the patiently waiting Lin beside her also moan did it finally end.
After the bed where the two fallen women lay, I washed away the scent of the other woman from my body with another shower and headed to the hotel lobby for the originally scheduled appointment.
“Hanna must have waited a long time.”