Good news, good news!
Good news, good news!
Tap. Tap.
The sound of red killer heels tapping on the old asphalt floor echoed through the alleyway.
Major Jessica stopped before an izakaya with a faded sign reading [Minato].
The sliding door was firmly shut with a 'Closed for Prep' sign hanging, but beyond it, the clattering sound of a cutting board, the savory aroma of frying, and a woman's humming seeped out.
"Hmm-hmm~♪"
Jessica raised her head and looked up at the closed window on the second floor.
Her red lips drew a smile and curled up sinisterly.
'Here you were hiding, cute little mouse.'
It was the moment she reached out for the sliding door handle.
"Hey, miss. Opening time's still far off. Go back."
A rough voice came from behind.
It was that fisherman from the market, old man Kenzo.
He pretended nonchalance, hands behind his back, blocking the space between her and the door.
But desperation and vigilance were clear in his eyes.
"Oh, sir. Looks like you're preparing for business?"
Jessica approached with a leisurely smile.
"There's a guest inside, I think, that I've been looking for. Could you open the door for me?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. Only me and my daughter are in my house. If you don't leave right now, I'll call the police, so go while I'm being nice!"
Kenzo raised his voice, trying to push her away.
But instead of backing off, Jessica reached through the slit in her skirt to the holster strapped to her thigh and drew a black .45 caliber pistol.
Click.
"Hiiik...!"
At the sound of the slide, Kenzo's face turned pale.
He threw up both hands and backed away, but still struggled to guard the doorway.
"Why... why are you drawing a gun! Shoot, shoot if you're gonna shoot!"
The tearful struggle of an old father trying to protect his daughter's mating time.
Jessica lowered the muzzle toward the floor and chuckled softly.
"Sir, don't misunderstand. I'm not here to harm your daughter. I came to give blessings, actually."
"Ble, blessings?"
"That humming sound coming from inside. It's the sound of a happy female receiving precious seed all night long, right? Let me make a proposal to you, sir. No, to your daughter."
Jessica approached Kenzo's ear and whispered softly.
"Open the door. Then I'll take your daughter along with the stud stallion inside to California, USA. I'll let her live in a top-tier mansion, free from money worries for life, receiving that man's semen every night. Pregnancy? Guaranteed, of course. I swear on the name of the United States."
Kenzo's pupils shook violently.
America. Wealth and honor, and even his daughter's safety and pregnancy guaranteed?
"But... if you keep stubbornly insisting here."
Jessica's voice instantly froze cold.
"Self-Defense Force guys will soon storm in, and your daughter will just become one of countless women used once and discarded. Choose. The United States, or the Japanese government?"
Persuasion perfectly blended with threat and coaxing.
Of course, going to America might not be much different in a sense, but still.
Kenzo lowered his trembling hand.
She was right.
It wasn't a situation where he could hide them in this small izakaya anyway.
Then, siding with the side holding the greatest power was the way for his daughter.
Clack.
Kenzo took a key from his pocket and unlocked the padlock.
Jessica smiled satisfactorily, put away the pistol, and without hesitation, opened the sliding door and entered.
"Oh? Dad? You're already..."
Mina, who was plating fried shrimp in the kitchen, turned her head.
Her apron attire and flushed face.
And their gazes collided intensely in the air.
Jessica's blue eyes quickly scanned Mina up and down.
Skin glowing and plump from being milked all night by the stallion, rosy cheeks, and a strangely languid, seductive atmosphere.
Instead of a maiden's freshness, thick female pheromones were vibrating.
'Bingo. She milked him properly.'
Jessica inwardly cheered.
"Hello, Mina Yang."
Jessica leaned against the counter with a friendly smile.
"By chance... last night... did someone with something very 'hard' standing come? The scent is vibrating all the way here."
An overly obscene and direct question.
Mina's face instantly flushed bright red.
She almost dropped the frying chopsticks she was holding.
"Ah... that, that..."
Mina panicked, but seeing Jessica's blonde hair, glamorous body, and confident attitude, she intuited.
"By chance... are you from America?"
"Correct."
Jessica flicked her finger and answered briskly.
"I came to escort the Great Stud Stallion Sir. A US military helicopter is waiting."
She passed Mina and walked toward the wooden stairs leading to the second floor.
And raising her voice, she shouted in fluent Korean.
"Hey! Korean Stud! Did you pound enough? Now come down and get ready to go to America!"
Her provocative voice resounded loudly throughout the old izakaya.
"Kheuheu, those Tesla bastards' driving skills are top-notch."
I rolled around on Mina's bed, looking at my smartphone screen and giggling.
NewTube and various communities were flooded with black box videos of my escape drama from yesterday on the highway.
A provocative title: [Tesla Y, NIS(?) Agent Gets Taught and Makes a Panty Run Legendary Video].
In the screen, as the woman fired a pistol, Tesla crazily reversed, ramming her and then shooting off like a rocket, captured intact.
[Comments]
Wow, filming a movie? Is that woman really an agent? Look at her shooting.
Tesla AI awakened lol Musk bro grinning.
Hey, but that car's destination was Geoje Island, right? Isn't it related to that guy who fled to Tsushima now?
ㄴ Holy, epic. That precious sir was in that car?
The netizen investigation squad's intuition was indeed scary.
My whereabouts were already exposed to the whole world.
But this was Japan, and I was feeling relaxed thinking I escaped safely, when.
"Hey! Korean Stud! Did you pound enough? Now come down and get ready to go to America!"
At the woman's voice resounding loudly from the first floor, I stopped my finger scrolling.
Fluent Korean, but a strangely butter-scented accent.
And the word 'America'.
"Ha... US military."
I lowered my smartphone volume and sighed.
I knew they'd come, but it was much faster than expected.
No, coming so confidently that they shout like that.
"Ugh, if I knew they'd come so suddenly, I should've washed up earlier. My dick still vibrates with Mina's saliva scent."
I hurriedly put on pants and threw on a shirt.
I grabbed the bag containing cash and personal belongings, slung it over my shoulder, and looked in the mirror, roughly brushing my hair.
"But how did they notice? Is it really the intelligence power of the Heavenly Nation?"
It was surprising, but not frightening.
After all, it was what I wanted.
If America came to take me, my demands would unconditionally be accepted.
I started descending the creaky wooden stairs with leisurely steps.
Same time.
Inside a Japan Ground Self-Defense Force armored vehicle roaring through Izuhara city.
"Chief! Emergency report! You need to see the news right now!"
The adjutant sitting in the opposite seat urgently shouted, holding out a tablet.
Tanaka, who had been coming to this village near the jet ski discovery point tracking Jessica's helicopter trajectory, frowned.
"I'm fucking busy right now! Talk later! Tell them to call later even if the Prime Minister calls!"
"But Chief, this is really urgent! The world situation is flipping! Please just look at the screen!"
The adjutant stubbornly thrust the tablet toward Tanaka's face.
Tanaka irritantly glanced at the screen, then his eyes widened.
[Emergency Breaking News: Large-scale Raid Terror Attacks on Stud Mansions Across USA and Europe!]
[Extreme Feminist Supremacy Group 'Daughters of the Amazon', Armed Raids Conducted... Studs Emergency Evacuation to Safe Houses]
On-screen, affluent neighborhoods in New York and Paris were a mess.
The main gates of the studs' grand mansions boasting ironclad security were smashed by trucks, and Molotov cocktails flew.
Fortunately, thanks to quick action by US military and police, studs weren't killed or kidnapped, but the shock was enormous.
The following screen showed a masked woman, larger and more muscular than a man, issuing a statement.
Behind her, a flag fluttered with a fist clenched in the center of a womb emblem.
"We declare! Feminism must continue! Why must women kneel deeply under one male stud and play concubine roles! Studs should not be power holders, but 'public assets' for our women! Restrain them, seize the right for all women to receive seed equally!"
"Hah! Crazy bitches."
Tanaka snorted and sneered.
"Stupid, foolish bitches. Do they think sperm becomes active by forcibly locking them up and forcing ejaculation with machines? They're ignorant bitches who don't even know basic science that living sperm only comes with male sexual desire and affection involved. Looking at that bitch's body shape, pregnancy itself seems impossible no matter how much semen is poured in, yet they're going crazy."
He criticized sharply, but then a flashing idea crossed his mind.
'Wait... America and Europe were attacked? They've become unstable countries with terrorist groups rampaging?'
This was an incredible good news.
It was the best card to prove to that arrogant stud bastard who fled from Korea that America was no safe paradise.
"Kuhaha! Heaven helps Japan! If we promise Japan's ironclad security and peace to him, we have a chance!"
The moment Tanaka cheered, the driver shouted.
"Chief! US military helicopter squadron approaching in large numbers overhead! They've arrived!"
Kiiiiiiik!
The armored vehicle screeched to a halt with an emergency brake in the alley before the Minato izakaya.
"All troops disembark! Surround the izakaya in layers! Block US bastards from stepping even one foot! Gunfight is acceptable!"
Tanaka kicked open the door and ran out shouting.
He charged toward the izakaya door Jessica entered like a bull.
From the tablet hastily discarded on the armored vehicle's rear seat, emergency news still flowed.
[...Currently all studs in USA and Europe have been transferred to safe houses within military bases, and rioters are attempting to loot and set fires to sperm banks in major cities, damages snowballing...]
While the world was burning, the Korean stud at the center of that spark was just coming down the stairs.