Chapter 110
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: Bullet Train Fiasco
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In the worldview of the Tower's 3rd floor, Korean women were set up as somewhat voluntary sex slaves, programmed from the genetic level to be submissive and obedient to Japanese men.
And the Koreans were a tsundere masochistic race that, deep down, secretly wished they'd been continuously occupied by Japan, even if they never showed it on the surface.
‘What the fuck. Bullshit has its limits. What kind of crap is this? Our Korean women are tough as nails. Submissive and obedient? This absolute cock-ruining author bastard couldn't even get enough of sushi girls, got rejected, and now he's projecting his delusions onto our women? …Kekeke, fuck, this is hilarious. Feels kinda like those internet weirdos with massive fetishes for Japanese girls...’
Why did both Korea and Japan, as neighboring countries, share this habit of having over-the-top fantasies about other nations' women?
It was no wonder people online joked about it as "Joseon West Japan" or mocked it by comparing to "internal purity, external unity."
East Asian women are all pretty much the same anyway. Don't they get that they're in the same cultural sphere? Big picture, they're similar.
‘And pussy's pussy wherever you go. Stuff 'em with a big dick, and they love it. No bitch is satisfied with a small one. Think Southeast Asian or white chicks are any different...? If you're ugly, short, small-dicked, and suck at sex, you're treated the same everywhere. If you've got money, you're an ATM. No money? You don't even get a chance to stick it in.’
But in this manga's worldview, things were different.
Japanese people were the great race chosen by the gods.
And right now, I was a bona fide Japanese guy attending a university in Tokyo.
From the perspective of exploiting everything I could, having my identity laundered as Japanese wasn't half bad.
The train arrived.
It was the Shinkansen.
Even after boarding, I kept reading the manga.
It was plenty entertaining, aside from the occasional over-the-top Japanese nationalism that was presented as totally normal and made my stomach turn.
To avoid internal bleeding from rage, I hypnotized myself into thinking I was Japanese for a bit while reading, and it helped a little.
‘I'm Japanese, I'm Japanese, I'm a subject of the Great Japanese Empire, I'm a one-male worm of the Great Japanese Empire, I'm Nipponjin, Watashi wa Nipponjin, Watashi wa Dai Nippon Teikoku no shinmin Nippon otoko...? Otaku.’
While reading the manga, I got bored and looked around, spotting a pretty, sleek woman sitting nearby.
I could've just let it pass, but the self-hypnosis I'd just been feeding myself wouldn't let me sit still.
As a one-male worm otaku of the Great Japanese Empire, I had to fuck any pretty girl I saw and spread my seed!
‘Should I try picking her up during the ride and fuck her...? Nah, weak thoughts like that won't do. As an otaku of the Great Japanese Empire, I must spread my one-male worm seed. It's only natural. Every female that catches my eye must carry my seed in her womb and bear my child!’
Conveniently, the seat next to her was empty, so I sat down and started flirting with her.
The Japanese girl passively responded to my greetings and chit-chat..., but when I subtly started touching her, she passively resisted.
"...Y-you can't do this..."
"Hey, if you're a Japanese pussy, you gotta take Japanese seed in your womb. Come to the bathroom. Let's fuck. I'll creampie you, no rubber."
"...N-no, really.... D-don't do this..."
She was tougher than expected.
As we kept tussling, a woman who looked like a Shinkansen attendant approached and stopped me.
The Japanese pussy I'd been hitting on shot desperate pleading eyes at the attendant.
The attendant woman caught the look and spoke to me firmly.
"Sir, this is unacceptable. Please stop. Can't you see this lady is uncomfortable? I'm asking you nicely. Stop it. If you continue, we'll have to take appropriate measures."
‘...Oh, the attendant's kinda hot too. That uniform is turning me on.... Nice big ass.’
I switched targets to the attendant for a moment, promising not to bother the passenger anymore..., and clung to her, begging her to help relieve my pent-up lust while groping her.
"...S-sir... Th-this is really problematic."
‘It's an adult manga world anyway..., keep pushing and she'll spread 'em, right...? I banged Hikari, Kyoka, and Kaoru easy enough. These chicks probably have loose chastity views?’
With that in mind, I kept groping the attendant.
I felt her plump ass through her skirt and groped her tits too.
I kept throwing lines and flirting the whole time.
The female attendant's face started to look like she was about to cry.
‘Kuhuhu, just a bit more and... Ah, gotta hurry. Time's short. My stop's coming up soon.’
I grabbed the attendant's hand as she tried to flee and shoved my hand up her skirt, rubbing her pussy area over her pantyhose.
Even through the pantyhose, I could feel the soft, squishy pussy flesh inside.
"Stop that right now!"
"Who the hell are you? Ah..., uniform says male attendant, huh?"
"Stop your hands immediately! We've already called the police. You'll be arrested at the next stop!"
"...What? Arrest? Come on..., why arrest me? I was just flirting with some girls. As a one-male worm of the Great Japanese Empire, I was trying to plant Japanese cum in Japanese pussies to fight low birth rates and revive Japan. For real."
"...Wh-what nonsense...! That's sophistry! Stop it now anyway!"
‘Not working.... Tsk. Thought the extreme Japanese nationalist worldview would buy it.’
When the male attendant radioed for backup, other attendants on the train rushed over to interfere.
Even some male passengers who heard the call joined in.
Part of me wanted to mow them all down with gunfire or smash their faces with martial arts..., but that'd blow things up too big, so I held back and got outnumbered.
No matter my near-superhuman spec-ops level, suppressing over 20 people without casualties by force alone was impossible.
Instead, I got pushed back to the corner of the car by their numbers.
"Fine, fine. I'll stop. Everyone calm down."
"You'll be handed over to the police the moment the train stops. At least apologize to the victims in advance."
"Why should I? I was just flirting with some Japanese pussies as a one-male worm man of the Great Japanese Empire."
When I brazenly acted like I did nothing wrong,
two women who'd been watching me started bawling.
It was the female passenger whose ass, tits, and pussy-over-panties I'd groped, and the female attendant.
"...Hic, sob. That's too much...."
"Sob..., sniffle. Molested by such a pervert.... Hic...."
The train stopped, and I could see Japanese railway police rushing over for real.
‘Damn it, fuck. Can't get caught.’
I suddenly powered up, broke through the human cordon, and bolted like hell.
The train was stopped at the station with doors open anyway, so I dashed through other cars, slipped out an open door, and escaped into the station.
"...Wha—he's running!"
"...Catch him! Catch him!"
I ran like a bat out of hell.
"Guh, how's he that fast...?"
My near-superhuman physical specs, as expected.
Regular humans couldn't keep up with my sprint.
Even these supposedly ultra-competent public servants in the Japanese nationalist worldview made pursuit a bit tricky.
But my specs were near-superhuman spec-ops veteran level, plus I had Evasion Lv.1 and Escape Lv.1 from the old Survival Skills Lv.1 set.
I escaped way better than expected.
I even pulled off parkour left and right while fleeing.
I'd never done parkour or freerunning before, but thanks to Evasion and Escape, I could do it flawlessly.
Especially influenced by Escape, I moved like someone who'd parkoured for 10 years on rice alone.
And whenever danger loomed, my Instinct skill warned me ahead, letting me slip the railway cops' net multiple times.
"Damn! Almost had him!"
"How's he that fast?!"
"Doesn't seem like a normal guy. Gotta sketch a composite quick and pass it to station regulars."
"Did you see his face? I couldn't get a good look."
"Me neither. Have to go off witness statements for an approximation. If that's not enough, check station CCTV."
"...Tch, this'll take forever. Composite, fax cooperation request..., but to request cooperation, need official docs, then after drafting, get approval stamps from section chief, deputy chief, station chief on the report..., all that crap.... Gonna take time."
"Don't worry. If we're lucky and it processes fast, we might get all approvals by next week or the week after. Then handle all the paperwork, department meetings, joint meetings, wrap-up meetings, meeting minutes review..., if quick, we can close the cooperation request by the month after next."
I overheard this while running: In the Japanese nationalist worldview, the hyper-competence applied to individuals, but Japan's rigid bureaucracy was just as clogged here as in reality.
Ah..., maybe the nationalists love how airtight that bureaucracy looks?
Having that many procedures and meetings for one task probably makes them seem super cautious. Could be a plus.