Thighs Tempered by Horseback Riding
Thighs Tempered by Horseback Riding
"Major Jessica! I distinctly told you to snatch him up like an eagle! And you end up handing him over to the Japanese? What the hell is this!"
The angry roar of the U.S. President poured out from beyond the secure communications network monitor.
Jessica, leaning back deeply into the plush leather chair, pressed her fingers to her forehead.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed red from the sake she had shared earlier with old man Kenzo, but her blue eyes remained as cold and sharp as ice.
"Calm down, Your Excellency."
Jessica crossed her legs and answered leisurely.
Even though she could be court-martialed, she had an ace up her sleeve.
"You need to be realistic. Outside that izakaya was a fully armed Ground Self-Defense Force company, forming layer upon layer of a siege. If I had drawn my gun and played Rambo there, that precious 'Stud' of yours would have been turned into Swiss cheese in the crossfire. You didn't want his corpse, did you?"
The President pressed his lips together tightly.
Jessica drove the nail home without giving him a chance to retort.
"Above all, the decisive blow that tilted his heart towards Japan was... that damn terrorist incident that happened back in the homeland. Right in the middle of negotiations, news broke of the 'Daughters of the Amazon' raiding the Stud's mansion. Japanese security versus American riots. Which side would you have chosen if you were him?"
"......Damn it! Those fucking feminist bitches!"
The President slammed his desk and sighed.
"If it weren't for those bitches, we could have brought him over perfectly! They're nothing but a detriment to the country!"
Confirming that his anger had shifted from her to the terrorist group, Jessica allowed a faint smile to play at the corner of her mouth.
"But it's too early to be disappointed, Your Excellency. I didn't come back empty-handed."
"What do you mean?"
"That Korean Stud... showed quite a strong interest in me. He also very carefully took my business card. As long as I stay in Japan, he will definitely seek me out. A male's lower half doesn't lie."
At Jessica's lewd and confident report, the President's hardened expression gradually began to soften.
"Hoh... So you left a door open. Well, the Japanese government would find it burdensome to monopolize such a precious resource anyway. In the future, we can negotiate a deal through diplomatic channels with the Stud Club to exchange our Stud's seed for that Korean Stud's seed. They'd welcome mixing the gene pool too."
The President nodded with apparent satisfaction.
"Well done, Major. Thank you for your... 'dedicated service' for the United States. Continue to maintain contact with him."
"Yes, Your Excellency."
The communication ended and the screen went black.
Jessica stretched, throwing her chest out.
Her blouse buttons strained taut.
She took out her smartphone and dialed a call on a private encrypted line.
[Brrrr... Brrrr...]
[Click.]
"Hello? Mom? What's up, isn't it your duty hours?"
A young, lively voice came through the receiver.
And in the background, the regular, heavy sound of horse hooves mixed with rough breathing was audible.
She was clearly in the middle of horseback riding.
"Hello, my pretty daughter. You were riding just now? Are you working those thighs properly?"
"Of course. But why did you call?"
Her daughter asked, panting.
Jessica looked out the window at the sea and licked her lips.
"Hey, want to pack your bags and come to Japan?"
"Huh? Japan? Now? I have the California riding competition next week..."
"What's a competition? Mom found a... a super, super, super amazing 'thoroughbred'."
Jessica's voice became as sticky as if coated in honey.
"Big, hard, so powerful the veins bulge out... a real-deal male that will drive you crazier than any horse you've ever ridden in your life. Mom wants to introduce him to you."
The sound of hooves on the other end of the line stopped for a moment.
Raised in America's open sexual culture, and being a hot-blooded twenty-year-old, there was no way her daughter wouldn't understand her mother's secretive yet blatant metaphor.
Her daughter's breathing grew ragged.
"Oh, my God... Mom, seriously... for real?"
"Of course. Have you ever seen Mom lie? He's big enough to reach the entrance of your womb and then some. And he's filled to the brim with seed that's alive and wriggling inside."
A strange excitement and the sticky sound of swallowing saliva mixed into her daughter's voice.
She too was a victim of this damn Great Impotence era.
No matter how outstanding her looks or figure were, even the so-called 'erect terror bullet' men had long been swept up by ultra-super-rich chaebols, celebrities, and entertainers.
Thus, there was no portion allocated for her, the daughter of an officer.
Days spent spinning dildos or buzzing vibrators while cobwebs formed over her twenty-year-old taut pussy.
For her, her mother's proposal was sweeter than an oasis in the desert.
"Haa... I hate you, Mom. Talking about that while I'm on a saddle... I think I'm getting wet down there. My panties are already damp..."
Along with the sound of saddle leather creaking from the other side of the receiver, the faint sound of friction, as if rubbing her secret place over her clothes, could be heard.
"Oh my, is our daughter already in heat? Right. Shouldn't our daughter try taming that great horse together with Mom? While Mom sucks out his soul with my tits, you climb on top of his waist with those firm thighs of yours and pound like a beast. How about it?"
"Yes... Yes! I'll go right now, Mom! I think I'm going to go crazy for cock! I'll clamp onto his dick with my womb and not let go until he's sown his seed!"
The call ended, and Jessica let out a satisfied laugh, sinking deep into the leather chair.
When Tanaka had offered to present his daughter as a 'kunoichi', Jessica had scoffed.
Obedient Japanese-style service? What a joke.
A real man wouldn't be able to resist the cowgirl dominance of a Western beauty panting like a beast on top of his member.
"Hurry and come, my pretty daughter Isabelle. Let's show that Korean Stud what a true American mother-daughter oyakodon really tastes like."
Jessica licked her red lips and blew a seductive kiss into the air as if swallowing a huge cock.
The hunt for the Korean Stud was only now beginning the real second round.
"It's gathered to an incredible degree."
The sea viewed from beyond the open side door of the helicopter was truly an iron curtain.
A massive aircraft carrier task force flying the Stars and Stripes, Maritime Self-Defense Force escort ships flying the Rising Sun flag, and beyond them, South Korean destroyers flying the Taegeuk flag were nervously confronting each other, churning up foam on the sea.
In the sky, fighter jets roared past each other in intersecting flight paths.
"The eyes of the world are upon us. It means the value you possess, Stud-nim, is that absolute."
Director Tanaka, seated in the opposite seat, answered respectfully through his headset microphone.
I faced the salty, cool sea breeze head-on and clasped the hand of Mina, who was sitting tightly next to me.
Her hand was trembling slightly, whether from the roar and shaking of the helicopter or from the overwhelming scale of something she was experiencing for the first time in her life.
I too was pretending to be calm on the outside, but inside, a strange excitement and anticipation, along with a sliver of fear about the enormous changes to come, were swirling.
But feeling Mina's warm body temperature and soft skin as she tightly gripped my hand, I could feel my fluctuating heart rate gradually calming down.
Right, I'm not alone now.
This woman will protect my side, and the nation of Japan will become my shield.
As the helicopter crossed the Genkai Sea, the coastline of Kyushu and soon the dense forest of buildings in Fukuoka began to come into view.
"How will we move from here?"
When I asked, Tanaka showed a map on his tablet and briefed me.
"Upon arriving at Hakata Station in Fukuoka, you will transfer to a specially chartered Shinkansen bullet train reserved for you, Stud-nim. After arriving at Tokyo Station, you will be escorted via armed ceremonial vehicles to the most secure penthouse managed by our headquarters."
"Shinkansen? It's quite far to Tokyo. Wouldn't it be faster and safer to just take a private jet from the airport and go directly?"
At my question, Tanaka made a slightly troubled expression for a moment.
"The land route is much easier to handle in case of 'unforeseen circumstances' compared to air travel. But... if you truly wish it, I can have the helicopter turn its nose to an air force base right now and prepare a transport plane."
"No, it's fine."
I waved my hand.
"Actually, riding the Shinkansen and getting into a travel mood doesn't sound bad either. Since I'm in Japan, I should try that famous ekiben (station bento) too."
"Oh! An excellent choice. We have prepared ekiben filled with the highest-grade local specialties from all over Japan inside the train."
Tanaka smiled brightly with relief.
I looked out the window and smirked inwardly.
Though packaged as 'for safety', the real intention was obvious.
If a plane gets hit by a missile or suffers a terrorist attack mid-air, Stud or not, you'd be reduced to bone fragments and vanish.
In a situation where it's unknown what crazy acts the U.S., South Korea, or extreme feminist groups might pull, becoming a flying target in the sky would be a terrible gamble from the Japanese government's perspective too.
'But is a train 100% safe? I saw a movie last year where crazy people set off bombs and went on a stabbing spree inside a Shinkansen.'
A scene from the movie flashed by and a chuckle escaped me, but well, a movie is just a movie.
Whirrrrr-thump.
The helicopter crossed over Fukuoka city and landed smoothly at a controlled temporary helipad near Hakata Station.
Dozens of agents in black suits surrounded the helicopter, and under their ironclad escort, we moved via the VIP-only underground passageway to the platform.
On the platform, a sleek, streamlined Shinkansen train was waiting for us.
A chartered train solely for me, with not a single ordinary passenger aboard.
"We will stand by in the forward cars and ensure perfect security."
Tanaka guided us to the Gran Class car, the highest-grade special compartment, and then bowed.
"Please relax in the plush seats and enjoy your journey. For meals, drinks, or anything else you may desire, simply press the call bell on the table, and it will be brought to you immediately."
He smiled meaningfully, glanced briefly at Mina, then disappeared into another car with the agents.
Inside the spacious, comfortable special compartment, only Mina and I remained.
Ssssshhh.
Soon, the door slid shut, and the train began to leave the platform with a heavy vibration.
"Wow... This is my first time riding a Shinkansen special compartment, Junsang!"
Mina cheered like a child, looking at the scenery rapidly passing by outside the window.
For a maiden who had never left her countryside izakaya, it must feel like a dream to be receiving state guest treatment overnight while heading to Tokyo.
I leaned back deep into the wide recliner seat and pulled her excited waist towards me, seating her on my lap.
The train instantly broke 300 km/h and began charging fiercely towards Tokyo, the heart of Japan.