Final Choice
Final Choice
"Slurp... Mm."
I leisurely swallowed the udon broth Mina was feeding me, savoring the sensation of Jessica's voluptuous breasts pressing against my arm.
It was a happy dilemma.
America's immense wealth and perfect protection system, plus the seductive offer of a blonde MILF mother-daughter combo panting right in front of me.
Japan's ironclad security and unimaginably large-scale support funds.
Both sides offered conditions I couldn't possibly refuse, making it hard to decide amidst this sweet conflict.
Then, Director Tanaka opened his mouth again with a grave expression.
"Kim Jun-sang. Have you heard of the term 'Superior Citizen'?"
He placed his clasped hands on the table and stared piercingly at me.
"If you go to America, of course you'll receive excellent treatment. But remember this. America already has numerous studs. You'll just be treated as 'one of them.' However, if you come to our Japan... you will become this nation's 'Only God.'"
Tanaka's eyes flashed with madness.
"I will grant you the rights of a 'Superior Citizen' that transcend law and morality. If you see a woman you like while walking down the street, whether she's unmarried or married, as long as she's not pregnant, the state will legally guarantee you 'unlimited mating rights'—the right to embrace and impregnate her anytime, anywhere, whenever you desire. If her husband dares to protest, he will be punished with treason."
"Wow..."
I unconsciously let out an exclamation.
Not street hunting, but legal rape and forced mating.
The proposal shattered taboos of human society, sending a chill down my spine.
"And that's not all."
Tanaka gulped down saliva and continued.
"I must tell you about my own daughter. Do you know the term 'Kunoichi (female ninja)'? Of course, not assassins like those from history... But since the Great Infertility Crisis erupted three years ago, I have thoroughly trained my daughter to be a perfect guard warrior protecting the stud's quarters and a Kunoichi serving him at night. Physical strength, martial arts, and... even bedroom arts to please a man."
He described his daughter's beauty and firm physique with a voice full of pride.
"I won't make the shameless request to have her as your official wife. Just... if you would keep her by your side and cherish her as one of the many women assisting your endless nights, I would ask for nothing more."
"Hah! That's hilarious!"
Jessica snorted and launched a counterattack.
"Thinking you can beat America with just one girl mimicking a ninja? Korean Stud, you haven't forgotten my offer, right? Me, and my twenty-year-old blonde big-breasted daughter who looks exactly like me, molded from the same mold! That dizzying mother-daughter combo where you suck on the mother's breasts while thrusting into the daughter's vagina! I'll let you roll around like a beast, thrusting into both holes simultaneously—could that gloomy Japanese girl compare?"
Jessica even placed her hand on my thigh and subtly tried to stroke my genitals.
But Tanaka didn't blink an eye.
"I can do that too."
"......What?"
"Yes...?"
Instantly, me, Jessica, Mina beside me, and even old man Kenzo froze, mouths wide open.
A heavy silence flowed through the izakaya.
"Surely... you mean not just your daughter, but your wife too... offering both mother and daughter to my bed?"
When I asked incredulously, Tanaka's facial muscles trembled slightly.
It seemed like his pride as a husband and shame as a man were colliding, but he soon nodded with a firm expression.
"If the Stud-nim chooses our Japan... I can throw that petty pride into the Pacific Ocean. My wife is still in her early 40s, prime years. She's very well-maintained too. If I, her husband, command it for the nation, she will gladly spread her legs alongside my daughter on your bed."
Madman. This is truly madness.
Offering both his wife and daughter simultaneously as cock receptacles for another man for the sake of the nation.
While goosebumps rose from that bizarre totalitarian spirit of sacrifice, my genitals swelled up, ready to burst just from that imagination.
"But this is just an appetizer."
Tanaka lowered his voice as if preparing his final blow.
"Kim Jun-sang. Do you know the term 'Bansei Ikkei (Unbroken Line for Ten Thousand Generations)'?"
"The Japanese Imperial Family?"
"Yes. The lineage of the Japanese Imperial Family, continuing for thousands of years. But unfortunately, after the Great Infertility Crisis, the Imperial line is on the verge of extinction. There are no males."
Tanaka's eyes shone with religious awe.
"Although a collateral line... the Imperial Family still has one maiden princess, dazzlingly beautiful and pure, untouched by worldly stains. If you choose Japan... we will bring her to your bedroom. Please continue the severed bloodline of the Japanese Imperial Family with your great seed. You won't just be a stud; you will become the new father of Japan's Bansei Ikkei."
The final card was overwhelmingly powerful.
A nation's Imperial Family, moreover a pure and noble maiden princess raised like a greenhouse flower.
Forcing that sacred existence, whom commoners dare not even meet eyes with, to spread her legs, and thrusting my large, vulgar cock into the narrow womb hole of the Imperial Family?
Imagining the most noble bloodline collapsing into the most primal pleasure, panting like an animal, sent a thrilling shudder so intense it made my spine tingle.
Moreover, someone would overlay the 'Bansei Ikkei' bloodline, cherished more than life itself, with my Korean semen, completely replacing it with 'Kim Jun's bloodline.'
Her belly swelling as large as Namsan Mountain carrying my child, and that child ascending to the throne of Japan's Emperor in the future?
This wasn't simply a matter of money or a harem.
It was the greatest, most immoral, most violent conquest a male could achieve in human history.
"Hoo..."
I gently closed my eyes.
No breathing sounds could be heard inside the restaurant.
Tanaka and Jessica gulped down dry saliva, waiting only for my lips to open.
The blood-curdling betting war of superpowers.
When the several seconds of silence felt like eternity, I slowly opened my eyes.
"Tanaka-san."
"Yes! Please speak, Stud-nim!"
Tanaka straightened his body like a spring and answered.
"Your insane proposals... I'll trust them once. Let's go with Japan."
"Ohhh...!! Thank you! You will absolutely not regret it!"
Tanaka forgot all decorum, clenched both fists tightly, and shouted a cheer of victory.
His eyes held the joy of victory along with fanatical tears of having saved the nation.
On the other hand, Jessica's expression froze coldly.
Anger at losing the big fish she had almost caught, snatched away by Japan, an island nation, clouded her blue pupils.
"But."
I stood up from my seat and turned my body toward Jessica.
"Major Jessica. Since you're stationed with the US forces in Japan anyway, you'll continue working in Japan, right? Even if I receive protection from the Japanese government... we could still meet occasionally through 'personal connections' whenever desired, couldn't we?"
Upon my words, Jessica's frozen expression slowly melted.
Being an elite intelligence officer, she instantly grasped that my words implied a 'compromise for America' and a sticky temptation.
If monopoly isn't possible, just share the stake.
"Of course. If you call, I'll run to you anytime."
Jessica equipped her signature seductive smile again and lightly tugged my clothes.
"I'll bring my daughter I mentioned earlier too. She's enjoyed horseback riding quite vigorously since she was young. The thigh grip trained on horseback is absolutely amazing... and her breasts are one cup size larger than mine. She'll be able to ride Stud-nim's huge stake very excellently."
It was a vulgar yet fantastic sales pitch blatantly appealing to riding dominance.
I chuckled lightly and extended my hand.
"Sounds fantastic just hearing about it. Do you have a business card?"
"Of course."
She slipped her hand between her cleavage and pulled out a still-warm business card.
Then she brought the card to her red lips and kissed it with a 'chomp' sound.
A distinct lipstick mark remained in the center of the card.
"My personal direct number. Whenever you feel lonely at night, contact me anytime."
I took that fragrant card and tucked it into my pocket.
Then I looked back at Mina, who was fidgeting restlessly behind me.
"Mina-chan."
"Yes, yes! Jun-sang!"
"Want to come with me?"
At my direct pitch, Mina's eyes widened roundly.
She hurriedly turned her head to look at her father standing by the kitchen.
Old man Kenzo, who had been anxiously worrying she might leave alone, was already nodding frantically with his face covered in tears.
It was joyful weeping that his daughter had finally been saved, and that he could see grandchildren.
"Dad..."
Mina ran and tightly hugged her old father.
"I'll come back. Stay healthy."
"Yes, yes! Our Mina, go serve your husband well! You must definitely give birth to a beautiful baby!"
After tearful farewells, Mina returned to my side and linked her arm.
"Let's go, Stud-nim. The dedicated helicopter and escort vehicles are waiting."
Director Tanaka bowed at a 90-degree angle and opened the way.
Holding Mina's hand, I stepped outside, receiving the salutes of dozens of Self-Defense Force soldiers waiting outside the izakaya.
It was a step toward a new era.
Meanwhile, the lonely old izakaya left behind.
Jessica watched my retreating back and regretfully smacked her lips.
But it wasn't a complete failure. Having given the card, she had left room.
"Hey, old man."
Jessica flopped down on the counter and called Kenzo.
"Got any strong sake here?"
Kenzo wiped his tears and gave a hollow laugh.
Although this blonde big-breasted woman was a competitor threatening his daughter's position, she was still someone connected to the man who took his daughter away.
"Yeah. Today might not be such a happy day for you... but still, have a drink. I'll serve you extra strong."
Kenzo offered a warmed sake bottle.
Inside a small island village of Japan, inside an old izakaya, the bizarre scene of an American officer and a Japanese fisherman clinking glasses continued.