Stallion Hunt
Stallion Hunt
'No, it's not just about a dick. It's about the dick juice, that sticky semen that comes out of the dick.'
Kenzo corrected his thoughts internally.
Guys who are only intact on the surface are scattered everywhere, 10% of them.
The reason three nations' fleets were playing chicken games on the sea right now was because of that fishy, life-filled liquid that had soaked the upstairs bed sheets.
The TV screen switched from the live connection to an emergency studio discussion.
"Why did this happen, and so suddenly at night? Military expert Professor Sasaki, your opinion please."
At the female anchor's question, the white-haired professor cleared his throat and opened his mouth.
"I can't be certain... but in today's times, 'war' is practically impossible. As you know, due to population decline and labor shortages, even that aggressive Russia gave up military provocations long ago. There are no young males to fight."
The professor pushed up his glasses and stared sharply at the camera.
"Nevertheless, South Korea is mobilizing its military like that, losing all reason? There's only one reason. The Stallion. A Stallion hidden in South Korea must have escaped to our Japan."
"Surely not!"
The other female panelist sitting next to him exclaimed in surprise.
"It was the academic consensus that no new Stallions appeared in South Korea and Japan anymore, wasn't it? Practically half-confirmed..."
"Academic? Scientists?"
Professor Sasaki snorted.
"Current science can't even properly identify the cause of the Great Infertility Crisis and is trembling. Whether it's a mutation or a miracle, a Stallion manifested in South Korea, and he crossed the sea to survive."
"Then... why did he escape from South Korea? He would have been treated as a national hero."
At the female anchor's naive question, the professor clicked his tongue.
"South Korea was a famously extreme feminist nation worldwide even before the Great Infertility era. Male rights were at rock bottom, and gender conflict was at civil war levels. Even after the crisis erupted, it's obvious they would have tried to exploit the Stallion as a 'national public resource.' For freedom, rights, and a better 'breeding environment,' he desperately attempted an escape to our Japan or America."
The studio became noisy with the panelists' heated arguments.
"Japan should immediately set up a shelter"
"We should deploy Self-Defense Force special forces to bring him before the US military snatches him" and so on.
Japan too was equally blinded by the Stallion.
Click.
Kenzo pressed the remote to turn off the TV.
Inside the quiet shop.
He leaned against the kitchen counter, propped his chin, and sank into thought.
'Then... why did that man hide in our restaurant, especially in this remote countryside village?'
The reason was simple.
Concealment.
To evade South Korea's pursuit and also avoid the Japanese government's eyes.
'Probably his final destination is America.'
No matter how well Japan treats him, it can't match the scale and protection capability of the Heavenly Empire.
He needed a place to hide until contacting the US military base, and this shabby izakaya run by just him and his daughter was perfect.
'Please... if he could take our Mina with him.'
Kenzo fervently wished.
Whether America or mainland Japan, if that capable man took Mina as a concubine, he'd have no more wishes.
No, even if he didn't take her.
If Mina could just get pregnant from that intense mating last night, even raising the child in this shitty island village for life would be joyous.
'Wait... is our Mina on a day she can conceive today?'
Kenzo struggled, counting on his fingers to calculate his daughter's menstrual cycle.
'When did I ask her to buy pads last month... half a month ago? No, three weeks ago? The ovulation day needs to match so that precious dick juice can properly fertilize...'
Scratching his head, he soon chuckled dryly and slapped his forehead.
"Crazy old man. Fell flat remembering your daughter's ovulation day. No matter how crazy the world turns, a father calculating the date his daughter gets fucked is too perverted."
He shook his head ruefully and mocked himself.
Anyway, the dice were cast.
He could only leave it to heaven's will.
Momentarily, he considered opening the fridge to prepare the best breakfast table for the esteemed 'Stallion'-nim, but then shook his head sideways.
No, that's dangerous.
Usually cooking was Mina's exclusive task; if the father suddenly stirred up chaos in the kitchen, it might catch the eye of any surveillance.
'The best support I can give... is pretending thoroughly not to know.'
Kenzo clenched his fist tightly.
Right now, on that old bed upstairs, the sacred 'breeding pregnancy' that will carry on my daughter Mina's life, no, this family's bloodline, is underway.
It wouldn't end with just last night's one time.
That young male, as soon as he wakes up, twice, three times, until my daughter's womb is fully packed with semen, I must create a perfect environment so he can fuck confidently.
"Right. As always, act like nothing's happening."
He hurriedly grabbed his coat, put it on, and slipped on his old boots.
As usual, he'd go to the harbor, look around fishing boats, mend nets, and act out an ordinary fisherman's daily routine.
And in that process, he needed to secretly gather information from villagers or patrol officers about how far the Self-Defense Force and US military search nets had narrowed on this island.
"Mina, your dad didn't see anything. So don't worry... and receive every drop of that precious seed, don't spill any."
Kenzo sent a fervent prayer in his heart towards the second floor.
After thoroughly securing the door, he silently moved his steps towards Izuhara harbor where cold morning air had settled.
His footsteps were lighter than ever.
Beyond the noise-canceling headphones blocking the helicopter interior noise, the video screen of the US President sitting in the Oval Office appeared.
"Major Jessica. I have high expectations for you."
The President's voice was low and weighty.
"Our United States is the world's largest Stallion-holding nation, but from a genetic pool diversity perspective, Asian Stallions, especially those manifested in South Korea, have value beyond measure. We must secure him."
"Yes, Mr. President. For the national interest of the United States, I will bring him into the nation's embrace even if I sacrifice my body."
Jessica fiddled with the buttons of her deeply cut blouse and smiled seductively.
Her red lipstick and bursting large breasts were one of the United States' most powerful, primal weapons to lure the Stallion.
"But sir, the situation isn't easy."
She turned her gaze outside the helicopter window.
Right beside, just tens of meters away, a Japan Ground Self-Defense Force helicopter persistently followed.
Beyond that sea, South Korean navy Aegis ships and Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force escort ships growled while confronting each other.
"The Japanese bastards' surveillance isn't a joke. They're ready to watch even me going to the bathroom. The Stallion guy is hiding tightly too, not even showing his nose. Sir, you need to apply some diplomatic pressure to the South Korean and Japanese governments. Please clear away these annoying flies."
At her complaint, the President chuckled dryly.
"I'm also running hotlines through the State Department, but the two blinded allies are chewing up my words too. Rather, they're coming to me saying 'America already has overflowing Stallions, yield this one,' acting shamelessly."
The President's expression hardened coolly again.
"But survival of the United States comes before allies. Like an eagle snatching a fish surfacing above water, snatch him swiftly and surely."
"I'll remember."
"Think about it. What does it mean that he landed on Tsushima and hasn't surrendered to the Japanese government or Self-Defense Force yet? It means he doesn't want Japan's petty treatment, but America's scale. The huge mansion in California, exclusive harems filled with blonde beauties, wealth and honor he can't use up in a lifetime! Whisper in his ear that the United States will give him all that."
"Yes, sir. I'll whisper it clearly buried in my breasts."
The call ended, and the tablet screen turned off.
Jessica crossed her legs and looked down at the scenery outside.
From Tsushima skies to the strait, three nations' fighter jets, helicopters, early warning aircraft, warships were buzzing.
The eyes of the whole world were focused on this one small island.
'Where exactly is he hiding. This cute little mouse.'
She bit her nails painted with red manicure and sank into thought.
Thousands of Self-Defense Force troops combed mountains and lodging facilities overnight but got nothing.
Then he didn't hide in the mountains.
'There's a proverb about seeing only trees and missing the forest.'
Jessica's blue pupils flashed.
He's a man who crossed the sea at night on a jet ski from South Korea.
No matter if he's a Stallion, his adrenaline would have surged and his stamina bottomed out.
Would such a man carry a heavy bag and climb mountains? No.
'Think about the most primal instinct. What does a tired, excited male seek first?'
A hiding place, and a female.
Maybe he hid in a place not far from the landing beach, an ordinary civilian house.
The imagination flashed through her mind that he might have picked one lonely female living on this island, shown his 'ability,' and hidden under her skirt, sowing seeds all night.
"Hey, pilot."
Jessica shouted towards the cockpit.
"See that village near the Hitakatsu beach where the jet ski was first discovered? Lower altitude there. I'll go down alone by rappel."
"Alone? But the Self-Defense Force helicopter next..."
"I know. So get that damn helicopter off me. Dive sharply, pop chaff, just get those bastards out of my sight for one minute. Can you do it?"
"Copy that. Hold tight!"
The Blackhawk suddenly twisted its body and began rapidly lowering altitude.
The panicked Self-Defense Force helicopter sent warning broadcasts via radio and followed, but couldn't catch up to the US helicopter's dazzling maneuvers.
"Now, shall we start the hunt?"
Jessica secured her pistol to her thigh holster and applied her lipstick heavily once more.
The eyes of a top predator tracking a male's scent shone piercing through Tsushima's morning fog.