The Passage of the Livestock Law
A short while ago, Prime Minister Ryosuke had met with Tojima, his face etched with deep concerns. He had a minor worry nagging at him.
"…This is the problem."
Ryosuke handed Tojima a document outlining the Livestock Law. The bill itself had been forced through by Ryosuke's relentless push. Reversing a passed law wasn't easy. But he couldn't rest easy with the opposition lurking about—they were the kind who might turn their blades on him at any moment. Even for a dictator like Ryosuke, it was a realistically troubling issue.
"…As you suggested, Yujin and Mitsuki will handle the livestock themselves. That should gradually quell the discontent. The real issue is those old fogeys in the National Party. They won't listen to reason."
"I'll take care of that part."
"You will?"
Ryosuke eyed him suspiciously, but Tojima laid out his plan.
"Do you think those National Party geezers have honest dicks? Just dangle one in front of each, and they'll come running."
"It's not that simple. I tried offering women myself, but they're a picky bunch."
"Let them fuck Yujin and Mitsuki. Then convince them we'll hand over more livestock like these one by one. Mark my words, they'll charge in with eyes bulging, forgetting they ever opposed us."
"Very well. I'll leave that to you."
Afterward, Tojima took Yujin and Mitsuki to a high-end Japanese restaurant for a kind of entertainment session. Inside were several elderly National Party heavyweights worth calling big shots. They glared at Tojima the moment they saw him.
"…So, what's so important you had to drag us here?"
Gathering like this could stir up scandals, so they generally avoided such meetings. But they'd come at Tojima's earnest pleading.
"If you could take a look at this, I'd be grateful."
The lawmakers' faces hardened as they scanned the documents Tojima offered.
"…So you've been paving the way for that bastard Ryosuke? How disappointing."
As one tried to stand, Tojima shouted.
"Congressman, even if you're angry, I've brought precious treasures—why not enjoy them a bit before you go?"
"No thanks."
"That's what bothers me. How can I call myself a host if I don't properly entertain you?"
At Tojima's desperate pleas, the lawmakers sat back down. They'd already taken plenty from him, so refusing outright here would be poor manners.
"I've brought things you'll absolutely love, Congressman."
"What might that be?"
"See for yourselves."
At Tojima's signal, his secretary dragged in Yujin and Mitsuki. Leashes around their necks, they wore nothing but fundoshi barely covering their crotches.
"No matter what you do to them, there are no repercussions. What do you think?"
"…You think this'll sway me?"
"Who knows? I might even give you more like her."
National Party leader Yoshida had married over ten times by the age of nearly sixty. The reason was simple: most women who became his wives couldn't endure his perverted lust and fled. It was a secret that never should have been aired, but it circulated openly in political circles.
Yet the gifts Tojima brought Yoshida were ones that could endure anything.
"The exterior is splendid, at least."
He spoke as if appraising merchandise.
"Would you like to touch? These are rare treasures, hard to come by."
Whispering in Yoshida's ear prompted him to instinctively reach out. Even as Yoshida's hands groped their breasts roughly, the women only let out lascivious moans, offering no resistance.
"So soft…."
"Aren't you curious what kind of women they are?"
"Does it matter?"
"Of course. This one is Kenchi's ex-wife, Yujin. Take off her blindfold."
"Really?"
Yoshida immediately removed the blindfold over her eyes, revealing a familiar face.
"Yujin…?"
In truth, Yoshida had always envied Kenchi deeply. One day at a banquet Kenchi attended, he'd spotted Yujin there. While Kenchi aged like him, he'd married a stunning woman in her twenties. Yujin greeting them had been like an untainted gem. Staring from afar, her beauty had seared into his mind, unforgettable.
And now, the woman he'd coveted was brought by Tojima—in this state. A mix of fear and indescribable emotion stirred in him.
"What do you think? If you back the bill, Congressman, I can give you livestock like Yujin—or maybe even her later."
Yoshida swallowed hard. Age hadn't dimmed his burning lust. Resisting such temptation was no easy feat.
"What do I need to do?"
"Support it fully. Your image is all about serving the people, isn't it? Explain how the Livestock Law benefits the public."
"Fine…. Then…."
"Yujin will go to you after some publicity use. Until then, I'll provide other livestock to play with."
Yoshida was already entranced by Yujin.
"Have a taste first."
Tojima handed Yoshida the leash, pulling Yujin forward. Her plump ass jiggled enticingly with each tug. The sight was so lewd the lawmakers burst into laughter.
"That fool Kenchi causes a scandal, kills himself, and even in death, he can't close his eyes!"
Kenchi had swiftly demoted from former colleague to scandalous suicide.
"What do you think, Congressman? Face and figure just as you imagined, right?"
Yoshida stared at Yujin's face, his gaze piercing her naked body like an awl.
"Let's get rid of this first."
He pointed to the fundoshi on her lower abdomen.
"Rip it off now!"
Yujin flinched and trembled at the rough hands yanking her underwear. She'd shown her body before, but exposing herself to her late husband's colleagues was mortifying.
"Worth a whopping 500 million yen. Pricey, but worth every penny."
"500 million? Quite the investment."
"It's fine. As a businessman, I'm confident I can profit more."
"I see. I'm just an ignorant fool when it comes to business. But what's that one next to her?"
Yoshida pointed at Mitsuki, sensing she was no ordinary catch either.
"Ah… that's Kenchi's daughter, Mitsuki. Know her?"
"…What?!"
"I've sampled her myself—different flavor from Yujin. Just as fine."
"She still looks shy."
"Yes, unlike Yujin who's been trained nonstop, this one's fresh—landed in Japan today."
"Impressive. Kenchi must be weeping. Or wait, with all this love she's getting, he'd be thrilled! Haha!"
Tears streamed from Mitsuki's eyes, pathetically escaping beneath her blindfold.
"How about I take Yujin for now, and Mitsuki entertains the drinking party?"
"Sounds good."
The other lawmakers agreed, as the restaurant's high-class waitresses began cozying up to them.
"But how should we liven things up?"
"Handle it yourself. Isn't planning a businessman's job?"
Yoshida replied halfheartedly, already busy devouring Yujin. His face was buried in her crotch, tongue lapping at her pussy, making her body twitch each time.
"Truly the finest taste. A shame to waste on that bastard Kenchi!"
"Then, Congressmen, how about playing doctors and examining Mitsuki? Diagnosis: nymphomania."
"Excellent."
"I'm in."
At Tojima's clap, the secretary dragged Mitsuki over. Laid on the floor, her arms and legs were spread wide and bound.
"I used to hit the saunas with Kenchi often. Let's see how much like her dad she is."
"Haha, great idea."
Mitsuki sobbed, body shaking.
"Don't touch me!"
"Youth is wonderful. So full of vigor."
"That's the appeal at that age, right? Something you can only feel then."
Tojima had his secretary fetch a bamboo pole.
"Bamboo for what?"
"Gotta spread the legs for an exam. No chair here, so this'll do."
"Different way of thinking entirely. No wonder you're president of a top ten Japanese firm."
"You're too kind."