America or Japan
America or Japan
I descended the creaking wooden stairs and slid open the door leading to the first-floor hall.
The air inside the shop was tense, taut like a drawn bowstring.
Mina, frozen stiff, and her father standing as if to shield her behind his back.
And across from them, a woman standing and turning to look at me.
"Wow~."
An exclamation escaped my lips before I could stop it.
She was dazzlingly beautiful.
Blonde hair flowed naturally over her shoulders, and deep eyes that seemed to hold the blue ocean pierced through me.
It wasn't just about being pretty.
She looked to be in her mid-to-late thirties, yet she exuded both a ripe sensuality like a fully ripened fruit and a resilient healthiness that rivaled someone in their twenties.
Prominent wide hips and a bursting buttocks accentuated by a tight pencil skirt, and enormous breasts that seemed ready to pop the buttons of her blouse.
From head to toe, she was like a sculpture crafted by a god to precisely target my tastes.
Throb.
My member, which had just had its energy drained in Mina's mouth, raised its head stiffly again the very moment my eyes met Jessica's.
The front of my pants swelled up heavily.
'Hehe, really. I, oh really... Getting hard again, how foolish. But damn, how could anyone not get hard looking at that body?'
I subtly covered my crotch and looked at her with interest.
Jessica's blue eyes couldn't have missed the change in the front of my pants.
Her red lips curved into a satisfied arc.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Major Jessica, an intelligence officer with the US Forces Japan Command."
She spoke fluent Korean in a soft, coquettish voice that was hard to believe belonged to a soldier.
She stepped towards me and extended her hand.
"You must have had a long, hard journey. I have come to welcome the Great Stallion-nim into the embrace of the United States of America."
As I took her hand, a fragrant perfume scent stabbed at my nose.
She held onto my hand without letting go, subtly pulling it towards her cleavage.
"If you join us in America, we will provide you with a mansion with a swimming pool in California, dollars you could never spend in a lifetime, and a private harem of beauties of different skin colors every night. Of course..."
Jessica lowered her voice further, whispering in a secretive tone meant only for my ears.
Her hot breath tickled my earlobe.
"If you wish... I would gladly serve in your harem as well. Ah, and I also have a twenty-year-old blonde daughter who's the spitting image of me? The feeling of a mother and daughter moaning on either side of the bed while sucking the Great Stallion-nim's cock... Wouldn't you like to experience that? In Japanese, they call this... 'Oyako-don (Mother-Daughter Bowl),' I believe?"
"......!"
I instantly drew in a sharp breath.
That setting from the novel I read in Goraniphia was now being proposed as reality from the mouth of this blonde milf before my eyes.
A mother-daughter bowl. And a blonde, big-breasted mother-daughter bowl at that.
This woman had pierced through the male's primal fantasies all too perfectly.
"My god... That fox-like bitch..."
Mina and Kenzo, listening from the side, were flabbergasted, their tongues hanging out.
They couldn't hide their shock at the blatant vulgarity of an elite American officer seducing a man, even selling her own daughter.
But I was different.
Her vulgar, calculating female instinct turned me on insanely.
"That offer is quite tempti..."
It was just as I was about to answer.
Bang!
The sliding door was thrown open as if it would break, and a man in a suit rushed in, panting heavily.
It was Director Tanaka.
Armed Self-Defense Force members tried to rush in behind him, but he raised a hand to stop them.
"Haa... Haa..."
Tanaka wiped the sweat from his brow and looked alternately at me and Jessica.
Jessica's face contorted hideously for a moment.
'Damn... They caught up this fast? I thought the helicopter piloted by a first-class pilot would have shaken them off.'
But she soon equipped a relaxed smile and lifted her chin towards Tanaka.
"You're late. This gentleman just accepted our United States' proposal. I will personally escort him to America."
Jessica tightly linked her arm with mine, rubbing my arm against her ample breasts.
It was the composure of a victor.
But Tanaka, catching his rough breath, straightened his back stiffly and bowed deeply towards me.
"Pleased to meet you. I am Tanaka, Director of Japan's Special Stallion Management Headquarters."
Ignoring Jessica's provocation, he spoke politely.
"Of course, I understand America's offer must be sweet. However... To our precious guest who has come all the way to Japan, it would be impolite not to give you a chance to hear our Japanese government's proposal as well, wouldn't it?"
Then he turned his head to glare at Jessica, adding coldly.
"For your information, Major Jessica, the area outside this building is already surrounded by layers of our Self-Defense Force armored vehicles and snipers. That means we are prepared to shoot down a US military helicopter before it even takes off. So please, quietly take a seat at the fair negotiation table."
A battle of nerves with not an inch of concession.
As sparks flew from the eyes of the US intelligence officer and the Japanese Stallion Management Director, cautious footsteps were heard from the kitchen area.
"Um... Junsang. The meal is ready..."
Mina approached nervously, holding a tray.
A bowl of udon steaming with hot vapor and crispy fried king prawn tempura.
Food she had carefully prepared for me.
"Oh, perfect timing. I was just getting hungry."
I approached Mina, took the tray, and placed it on the table in the center of the hall.
Then, looking alternately at Tanaka and Jessica, I spoke leisurely.
"So, shall we listen while having a meal? I'm sure you're both busy, but I'm not the type to negotiate on an empty stomach."
Jessica frowned.
She needed to get me on a helicopter and to America as soon as possible, and here I was talking about a meal.
But Tanaka was different.
A faint smile rather spread across his lips.
The more time was delayed, the more the Self-Defense Force troops surrounding the outside would be reinforced, and the pretext and anti-air weapons to counter the US helicopters in the sky would arrive one after another.
"Of course. We cannot disturb our honored guest if he wishes to eat."
Tanaka signaled to his aides with his eyes to not let their guard down, then pulled out the chair opposite me and sat down.
Jessica also bit her lip and sat down right next to me, pressing close.
Mina stood beside me, picked up a piece of shrimp tempura with chopsticks, blew on it, and brought it to my lips.
"Ah~, Junsang."
"Ahhng."
I accepted the tempura she fed me.
The crispy texture and savory shrimp meat spread in my mouth.
Perhaps because it was food blown on by those pretty lips that had just been sucking my cock, it tasted even sweeter.
"Now, let me explain Japan's proposal."
Tanaka cleared his throat and began.
"Japan has also prepared no less than America. First, we will provide an enormous basic pension that you could never use up in a lifetime. And we will additionally deposit an astronomical amount for every 1cc of semen you provide to the government."
He clasped his hands together and spoke seriously.
"As for residence, we will provide not only a penthouse in central Tokyo, but also a villa on the warm Okinawa beach or a resort in snowy Hokkaido—wherever you wish. Women? A harem composed of the highest-class beauties from all walks of life is a given, and if you wish, we can even replace them with new faces every night. We will serve you like a king with Japan's unique, utmost hospitality."
"Hmph, not bad for the scale of a tiny island nation."
Jessica snorted and counterattacked.
"But it's nothing compared to the scale the United States of America can offer. An Okinawa villa? We can give you an entire private island in the Caribbean. Moreover, we guarantee diplomatic immunity privileges allowing you to go anywhere in the world as you please. No country would dare touch the Stallion-nim under the protection of the United States of America."
"Hmm... Slurp slurp."
I slurped up the udon noodles and nodded.
Both sides had decent conditions.
No, they were practically the best treatments one could receive on Earth.
But Tanaka was composed.
He pulled out his trump card.
"Sir. May I turn on the TV for a moment?"
At Tanaka's polite request, Old Man Kenzo flusteredly handed over the remote.
When Tanaka pressed the power button, the breaking news screen turned on again.
[Breaking News: Large-scale Raid Terror Attacks on Stallion Mansions Across the US and Europe!]
[Extreme Feminist Groups Armed Riots... "Stallions Must Become Public Assets for Women!"]
The screen showed scenes of rioters setting fires and smashing vehicles, and a muscular, fat woman wearing a mask giving a speech before a uterus flag.
"What the... fuck?!"
Jessica's blue eyes widened as if they would pop out.
She couldn't contain her shock and anger, springing up from her seat.
News that the highest-grade safe houses where stallions were gathered were being raided by terrorists in the US mainland.
This was the worst possible timing, turning all her proposals into scraps of paper.
"Did you see? That is the so-called level of public safety in advanced nations."
Tanaka sneered at Jessica and leaned towards me.
"America and Europe are already in a state where their ideologies are diseased and control is impossible. Who knows when those crazy women might drive an armored vehicle into a California mansion. In contrast, Japan boasts the world's highest level of public safety, with strict prohibition of firearm possession. We promise elite troops will provide an ironclad 24-hour guard so that no rioter can dare violate the Stallion-nim's sanctuary."
"Shit...!"
Jessica swallowed a curse and pressed close to my side again.
She urgently grabbed my arm, rubbing her breasts against it as she persuaded.
"Th-that's just a temporary incident! You're not doubting the power of the United States military, are you?"
Jessica urgently pulled her chair closer to me, pressing so close that our thighs completely touched.
She grabbed my right arm with both hands and pulled it deep between her ample cleavage.
The blouse buttons strained precariously, and the sensual valley of her breasts, swollen as if about to spill over her black lace bra, filled my vision.
Squish.
The elasticity and heat of the massive fat masses transmitted through her tight clothes.
Every time she anxiously panted, those heavy breasts pressed against my forearm, creating a lewd friction.
It was close enough for her breath to reach my cheek.
The dizzyingly strong perfume scent mixed with the sweet sweat smell she emitted in her panic, creating a strange aphrodisiac effect.
"We will perfectly guarantee your safety, whether it's an underground bunker or a nuclear submarine, anywhere! Please, don't be fooled by those petty Japanese bastards!"
Her voice now held none of the dignity of an officer.
Only the desperation of a female in heat, not wanting to lose the male before her eyes, dripped from it.
She tightened her grip on my arm and subtly twisted her waist, rubbing her wide pelvis against my leg.
The white thigh and garter belt strap revealed through the slit of her skirt shook provocatively.
Her blue eyes, shaking as if in an earthquake, stared straight into mine, sending a silent temptation.
'I'll give you this body, my daughter, everything, so please choose me.'
The humiliatingly vulgar courtship shown by a Western beauty in an extreme crisis situation.
An elite officer bearing the fate of a superpower, clinging to the arm of a man who was just a convenience store part-timer, offering her own body as a sacrifice and begging.
That thrilling reversal of power was making my lower body, which had calmed down from Mina's oral service, swell up again as if about to burst.