20. The Spring of Zhonghua
China, splintered into twenty fragments, had somehow functioned as separate nations for decades, but everyone knew the truth. They would have to reunite someday. They just averted their eyes from the harsh realities, pretending not to see. Yet deep in every Zhonghua heart burned the longing for unification, for a single China—that was why this summit hall buzzed with energy.
The unauthorized Zhonghua Summit hosted by the Shanghai Economic Alliance was, in a way, a massive middle finger aimed at the Republic of Korea, Asia's superpower, and the Goryeo Group. Attending the event itself was an act of defiance, a call to arms for all Zhonghua. And with that kind of stakes, just showing up could draw glares—but here at the Zhonghua Summit, every delegation had arrived. Every single one, except the Republic of China. Even the Communist Party representatives from the People's Republic of China, the original progenitor of all these splinter states!
Prime Minister Li Wei of the Shanghai Economic Alliance gazed at the packed hall, his chest swelling with emotion. They had gathered despite the immense political risks. Wasn't this practically a unified China already?
China... is already one...!
Who wouldn't feel elated by that? Only someone who wasn't Zhonghua.
"Prime Minister. It's time."
"Ah, right. Got it."
Now was the moment to let that swelling pride burst forth. He ascended the podium.
The delegates, seated around the round table enjoying a simple meal, rose as one and applauded. It was respect for the prime minister who had bravely shouldered the lead.
Tap. Tap.
After testing the mic, he began with words of gratitude. He expressed reverence to his fellow countrymen for joining him in this weighty gathering, earning another round of applause.
As the clamor subsided, he dove into the main point.
"Esteemed Zhonghua people."
Gripping the mic, he took a deep breath, then fixed his gaze with steely resolve.
"We all know why we're gathered here today."
The delegates nodded faintly. As he said, everyone understood the significance.
"We were once a great nation. No—we are still a great nation. But our unified country shattered, leaving us to reminisce about past glories."
He paused, scanning the room. The reaction was good. Anger, sorrow, and yearning for the old days began flickering in the delegates' eyes.
Li Wei raised his right arm, pointing to the ceiling. His rigid index finger drew all eyes upward.
"One China!"
"!"
"We Zhonghua, who once split the world in two to contend for supremacy, are now torn into twenty pieces. How heartbreaking is this reality!"
He retracted his finger and clenched his fist.
"Because we Zhonghua are not one, we're once again suffering under the tyranny of filthy imperialists! Shanghai alone pays the Republic of Korea over a trillion won in reparations every year. The Goryeo Group, cowardly hiding behind the Republic of China to plunder us, extorts 500 trillion won annually. Every other nation has settled their reparations, but only these Koreans drag it on. And even after paying, the principal never decreases. That's Shanghai's reality—but what about the rest of you, esteemed delegates? How fares your nations?"
No one could speak; they were like mutes with mouths full of honey. They just sipped water, discomfort etched on their faces.
Shanghai was the most economically successful Zhonghua state, barely holding on despite the payments. The others teetered on the brink of collapse. Governments diverted funds meant for economic stimulus to reparations, turning into impotent shells. Left to private enterprise, their economies crumbled into ruin. The principal never shrank—and in some countries, it absurdly grew. Paying 20-30% of GDP yearly for decades, yet the debt ballooned!
Defaulting wasn't an option either. Any delay triggered immediate military posturing. They'd bomb without hesitation, so they swallowed tears and paid.
But how much longer could this go on?
"While robbing us blind, now they demand open borders, dictate our diplomacy, and meddle in our politics at will. Warships, fighters, mechs—they invade our territorial waters and airspace whenever they please. Is this what neighbors do?"
Anger hardened on the delegates' faces. Their deep resentment toward the status quo boiled over.
"The forms differ, but I believe we're all in the same boat. We suffer under unreasonable oppression. Our individual weaknesses have let it persist this long, but no more. We can't stay silent. For our descendants' future, we must take another step toward the great Zhonghua."
He raised his hand again, extending his index finger.
"One China!"
His voice thundered through the hall.
"From this podium, I declare—with all of you here—that we Zhonghua will forge a great China once more, and we will see it through no matter the cost! Do you agree?!"
The delegates surged to their feet, applauding wildly. The hall filled with roaring cheers as Li Wei thrust both arms skyward.
"Long live Zhonghua!"
"Long live Zhonghua!"
"Long live China!"
"Long live China!"
The fervor showed no signs of dying down.
"Hah! Ahhn! Oooh! M-Master...!"
"Fuck, you squeeze so damn good."
I gripped her plump, peach-like ass and pounded away. The wet slap-slap sounds wrapped my cock in dizzying pleasure. Each thrust sent ripples through her cheeks, her tits jiggling faintly into view, her hair a wild mess from tossing her head—it was a hell of a sight.
The massive TV blared the Incheon Entertainment Awards broadcast. Every station in Incheon united for it, dominating airwaves during prime time. That unity boosted its prestige—fewer winners since it wasn't fragmented by networks.
And I already knew the outcomes. Pre-recorded, after all.
Highlights from dramas and films introduced the candidates. Most were celebs I hadn't tapped yet—Incheon stars, nationwide, even Asia or global names. Too pricey for Goryeo Entertainment to snag. But not all were out of reach. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother watching.
Applause erupted as her clip played.
"Still looks dumb as fuck."
Squelch!
"Kyaaak!"
"Pure Actress? Pure Actress?"
"Ahk! Ahhn!"
Something pissed me off, so I gripped her hips and hammered harder. Jeong Ga-in gasped and moaned, wiggling her ass like she wanted more.
I pounded like that for a while, then pulled out and flipped her over. Laid her flat, spread her legs, and thrust back in. Her mouth gaped wide as her body twisted.
The screen showered her with applause and confetti as she ascended the stage in a elegant, pristine dress, feigning shock. Her innocent face filled the massive monitor—nothing like the slut panting under me right now.
"Pure Actress Award? Pure Actress??"
I grabbed her tits and slammed down with my full weight.
"Ahk!"
I crushed her roughly, grinding my hips wildly, then pinched and shook her nose.
"A bitch who rims my ass calls herself pure? Fucking ridiculous."
"Ahhh, M-Master~."
She whined and wrapped her legs around me. She was skilled enough to teach sex skills to my other pussies, no holds barred on playstyles—yet "pure actress"? Unacceptable.
"You slut! You slut!"
For every clap on screen, I thrust deep. Her tight pussy and perfect fuckmeat combo pushed me toward the edge.
"I'll cum right as your speech ends. Sound good?"
"Y-Yes...!"
I alternated between the gracious, thankful her on TV and the gasping mess beneath me, building tension. When I neared release, I'd slow and listen.
For a good while...
"Why the fuck you talk so much, bitch!"
"Kyaaahn!"
As it wrapped up, I scooped her limp form and hopped off the bed.
"Ahhk!"
Slam.
Staring at her teary-eyed speech on the giant screen, I railed her mercilessly.
"Hahk! Ahhn! Ahhn!"
"Cumming! Ngh!"
As screen-her bowed for final thanks, I creampied her. Semen sucked out in pulses, ecstasy beyond words.
"Ahk... Aaaah...."
Jeong Ga-in, 2076 Pure Actress Award winner, melted in my arms.
After a brief rest, I moved to ravage her again—when a red ticker crawled across the TV bottom.
What the fuck.
One China? They haven't been beaten enough??