The Stud of Tsushima
The Stud of Tsushima
"And, Director... there is one more thing I need to report."
The intelligence analyst's expression grew even darker.
He manipulated the screen to display a new satellite photo.
"What is this? A drone?"
Director Tanaka frowned.
The trajectory of a massive unmanned reconnaissance drone loitering over the southern coastal airspace of the Korean Peninsula was clearly drawn.
"Yes, that's correct. It's a large reconnaissance drone belonging to the US Forces in Japan. Since late last night, it has deviated from its usual North Korea surveillance route and has been intensively monitoring the Tsushima Strait area."
The meeting room buzzed.
The US military's movements were not ordinary.
"Furthermore, we have obtained intelligence that an amphibious assault ship at the Sasebo Naval Base is preparing for an emergency sortie. The surface reason is 'routine training,' but the timing is too coincidental."
"Huh... So the Yankees have caught the scent too."
Director Tanaka clicked his tongue.
America.
The predator monopolizing over half of the world's studs.
There was no way they would just sit back and watch a stud who escaped from Korea cross over to Japan.
Their intention was clear: to snatch him before he entered Japanese territorial waters, or even if he arrived in Japan, to apply pressure and take him away.
"The Koreans are desperate to catch him, and the Americans are eyeing him to take him away..."
The situation had become complicated.
This was no longer a simple Korea-Japan battle.
It had become a three-way fight with the superpower America joining in.
"Director, if the US military makes contact first... our position will become difficult."
"I know! That's why we have to hurry even more!"
Director Tanaka slammed his fist on the desk.
"This is our territory, our front yard! We must secure him before US military helicopters take off! Consider deploying the Self-Defense Forces Special Operations Group (SfGp)! Understood?"
"Yes, sir! Understood!"
"Connect me to the Prime Minister's official residence hotline right now! And contact the Ministry of Defense to launch anti-submarine patrol aircraft! We must search every single thing floating on the sea, even if we have to comb through it all!"
A sense of urgency permeated his voice.
A fight for survival with Japan's future at stake.
They could not bow down to the Americans yet again.
This stud, at the very least, had to be placed under the Japanese flag.
The night streets of Tsushima were as silent as a ghost town.
The once bustling duty-free shop streets and restaurant districts, crowded with Korean tourists, now had their shutters down, gathering dust.
Ever since the Great Impotence incident three years ago, with the sharp decline in male travel demand, the global tourism industry had taken a direct hit.
On the streets where even streetlights were sparse, only stray cats rummaged through garbage bags, meowing, instead of people.
"Ha... It's really ruined here too."
I roughly dried my wet clothes and trudged along with my bag slung over my shoulder.
I was so hungry I felt like I might collapse.
I looked around to see if any restaurants were open, but even the convenience stores had their lights off.
Then, at the end of an alley, I saw a faint red lantern swaying.
"Saved."
Without hesitation, I slid open the door and entered.
"Irrashaimase (Welcome)!"
Along with a cheerful voice, a young woman looked up from behind the counter.
Her long black hair, reaching down to her waist, was tied back tightly, and she wore an apron, looking plain yet fresh and neat.
Early twenties? No, her face looked youthful, as if she had just become an adult.
The shop was small.
The only customer was a middle-aged man slumped over a table in the corner.
"I'm sorry, but we're about to close..."
The woman said, looking troubled.
I tapped the automatic translator earpiece in my ear.
"There's still 30 minutes left, isn't there? I'm so hungry I feel dizzy. Give me whatever is the most expensive, and whatever is quickest."
"Ah... Huh? B-but, the price won't be cheap..."
She glanced over my appearance.
Clothes wrinkled and soaked with seawater, an old bag.
To anyone, I looked like a homeless person or a castaway.
Plop.
I pulled out a wad of yen from my pocket and casually tossed it onto the counter.
Dozens of 10,000 yen bills fanned out like a fan.
"I have enough money. Keep the change as a tip."
"Eeek...!"
The woman's eyes widened.
She hurriedly bowed her head, her attitude doing a complete 180.
"I-I'm sorry! I'll prepare it right away! Please have a seat for a moment!"
She busily went into the kitchen.
I sat at the counter seat and admired her back.
Her waist, cinched tightly by the apron strings, was slender, and below it, her ample buttocks jiggled with every movement.
Her white forearms, sleeves rolled up from cooking, her red lips slightly bitten in concentration.
'Hmm... She looks quite breedable.'
It was a different charm from Suyeon.
The innocence and healthy beauty of an untainted country girl.
Laying a girl like that down, spreading her legs in an M-shape...
Just imagining it made my lower half feel heavy.
"Ugh... Did a customer come?"
Then, the middle-aged man slumped in the corner staggered to his feet.
The smell of alcohol was overwhelming.
"Father! We have a customer! Please go to sleep, please!"
The woman stuck her head out from the kitchen and tried to stop him.
But her father, already completely drunk, was stubborn.
He staggered over and plopped down in the seat next to me.
"Hey, mister. Are you from Korea?"
He asked in clumsy Korean, heard through the translator.
His eyes were unfocused, but he didn't seem hostile.
In fact, he seemed pleased.
"Yeah, well. I ended up coming here somehow."
I took a sip of beer and answered vaguely.
"Haha, it's been a while since a young person came. Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."
He patted my shoulder and laughed.
Then, suddenly, his expression darkened sharply, and he fidgeted with his glass.
"But you know... Kids these days are no good. They don't get hard! They just don't get hard at all!"
He muttered as if lamenting.
"You see my daughter over there? Her name's Mina. She just graduated high school... Huh? No boyfriend! There are no young guys on this island, no money, and getting sperm is like trying to pluck a star from the sky!"
With tears welling up in his eyes, he grabbed my sleeve.
"Hey, mister. By any chance... are you thinking of taking my daughter?"
"Huh?"
"I don't care if you're Korean or Japanese! As long as you're physically sound and can do the job! I... I'm going crazy wanting to see a grandchild! Please, save our Mina!"
His plea was desperate.
The instinctive cry of a species on the brink of extinction, wanting to see a grandchild even if it meant selling his daughter.
Mina's shoulders flinched from the kitchen.
"Father, really...!"
Her face flushed red as she rushed out.
Pushing her father's back, she repeatedly bowed her head, apologizing.
"Customer, I'm so sorry! Father gets like this when he drinks... Please don't mind it!"
"No, it's fine. I understand."
I waved my hand dismissively.
Feeling sorry, Mina brought out a sashimi platter, freshly fried karaage, and a bottle of warm sake as a service.
"Please enjoy your meal. Let me know if you need anything else."
She smiled shyly and retreated.
Her father started snoring again, face down on the table.
I put a piece of sashimi in my mouth and glanced at the TV.
The variety show that was on was suddenly interrupted, and an emergency news ticker appeared.
[Emergency News: High Terror Alert Issued for Tsushima and Fukuoka Areas]
[Japan Coast Guard: "Unidentified signs of maritime infiltration detected... Residents are urged to report any suspicious persons immediately"]
The screen showed armed Self-Defense Force members blockading and conducting inspections at the port.
'Tch, they've already caught on.'
I stopped using my chopsticks.
It was faster than expected.
Both the Japanese government and the US military already knew I was somewhere on this island.
Even at this very moment, satellite cameras might be scanning over my head.
I looked at Mina's back and suppressed my appetite.
An impulse arose to grab those plump buttocks and pound into her like a beast in this narrow kitchen.
If I planted my seed in her womb, I could grant that father's wish for a grandchild.
'No. Hold back.'
I pinched my thigh and suppressed the desire.
Right now, getting to America was more important than pussy.
If I dawdled here, I could get caught by those Korean NIS bastards or the Japanese Self-Defense Forces.
The US military.
If the US Forces in Japan were moving, contacting them was the top priority.
Who finds me first.
That would decide my fate.
I downed the remaining sake in one gulp.
The strong liquor went down my esophagus, hot and burning.
As I set down the empty sake bottle, the snoring next to me stopped again.
Mina's father was staring at the TV news with bleary eyes.
The screen was still streaming the 'unidentified maritime infiltration' breaking news.
"Hey, mister. That's not about you, is it?"
He chuckled and poked my shoulder.
"Are you maybe an agent from North Korea? Did you come to launch missiles?"
"Dad! Please stop it! You're being rude to the customer!"
Mina, who had rushed out in a panic, came running over in shock.
She tried to pull her father's arm to stop him, but she was no match for a drunkard's strength.
"Shut up! Did I say anything wrong? These days, whether they're from the mainland or Koreans, none of them come, so this island is completely ruined! Completely!"
He exploded in anger and slammed his glass onto the floor.
"You know what... I'll tell you this just between us... You know the owner of that big hotel up ahead? That bastard always laughs at me for having no business, serves him right! Kyahahaha!"
He burst into a crazed laugh, then suddenly leaned towards me.
The smell of alcohol and cigarettes assaulted me.
"Mister, did you find a place to stay? The hotels are probably all closed by this hour?"
"Not yet... I'm still looking."
I made an evasive excuse.
"Then stay at our house! The second floor is our place. It's a bit small, but it's just me and my pretty daughter living there, so it's clean. We have extra bedding too."
He grabbed my hand and shook it.
"Ugh...!"
That's when it happened.
Suddenly, his face turned pale, and without even time to cover his mouth, he retched.
Gag... Cough, cough.
Fortunately, most of it spilled on the floor, but splashing vomit got a little on the thigh area of my pants.
A fishy smell rose up.
"Ahh! Dad!"
Mina screamed.
But the father who caused the accident was nonchalant.
"Gag... That feels better. I'm going to sleep now."
He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and staggered towards the stairs.
Without a single word of apology, he disappeared, leaving the cleanup to his daughter.
"I-I'm sorry! Customer! I'm so sorry! What do I do!"
Mina looked like she was about to cry as she grabbed a dishcloth and ran over to me.
Without hesitation, she knelt down between my legs.
"I'll wipe it for you! These look like expensive clothes... They shouldn't get stained..."
Flustered, her hands trembling, she pressed the cloth against my crotch area.
I tried to say it was okay, but her hands were too quick.
Swish, swish.
"Wait, miss. I'll do it..."
"No! I have to do it! Please stay still!"
She stubbornly began meticulously wiping the inside of my thigh.
The warm, damp cloth rubbed against my groin.
The problem was that the vomit had landed right next to my genitals, precisely where the thigh meets the testicles.
Her slender fingers brushed past my testicles through the cloth.
The soft yet elastic texture of her skin stimulated my sensitive area.
It wasn't just wiping; it felt like she was kneading it softly, as if making dough.
"Hhuuuh...!"
A moan escaped me without my realizing.
The shampoo scent from Mina's crown, and the posture of her kneeling with her face buried in my groin.
Everything was too stimulating.
Throb.
Regardless of my will, my sleeping member reacted.
Blood rushed inside my pants, and it began to expand rapidly.
A heavy pillar pushed against the cloth, forming a tent.
"Huh...?"
Mina's hand stopped.
She felt something hardening beneath the cloth.
It wasn't just a lump of flesh.
It was a living creature, writhing and radiating heat.
"Ah..."
She let out an exclamation without realizing.
She looked up and stared at the front of my pants.
Her hand, which had been wiping the vomit, had stopped, but her hand still rested on my genitals.
She could feel my thing twitching vividly within her palm.
"This... Could it be..."
Mina's face flushed as red as a ripe tomato.
Her gaze met my eyes.
Her pupils were shaking as if there was an earthquake.
At that moment, the TV news anchor's voice in the shop pierced my ears.
[...The man suspected of illegally entering from Korea is estimated to be in his 20s and is likely currently hiding within Tsushima. Characteristics include...]
Mina's eyes changed.
It wasn't just simple embarrassment.
It was a look mixed with shock, curiosity, and a strange sense of anticipation.
Is this man... the person on the news?
Her fingers unconsciously traced the outline of my genitals, slowly stroking.
Her hand gripping the cloth tightened.