Anger and Praise
Anger and Praise
Kwaaang!
The stack of approval documents flew through the air and crashed into the screen with a deafening noise.
The Presidential Office was nothing short of a funeral parlor turned into a battlefield from hell.
The top brass of South Korea—Minister of National Defense, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Director of the NIS, and others seated around the round table—all hung their heads low, not even daring to breathe.
"You fucking morons!! How the hell do you let some island nation neighbors steal away an asset tied to the fate of our country—like one born on our own soil—right under our noses?!"
The President's face had turned not just red with bulging veins, but a deep purplish-black.
He slammed his fist on the desk repeatedly, pointing accusingly at the NIS Director.
"NIS! What the fuck kind of organization are you? You had no clue until that bastard bolted at night? And you couldn't even chase down a single jetski, letting him land on Tsushima? Where the hell did all that fancy intel of yours go—did you sell it?!"
"Y-Your Excellency... We're sorry. We never imagined he'd dodge surveillance by buying a used jetski with cash at night... Plus, one of our agents went rogue, delaying our initial response."
The NIS Director sweated bullets with his excuses, but it was like fanning the flames in a burning house.
"Rogue agent? You think that bullshit excuse flies?! Court-martial that bitch right now... no, sentence her to death!"
The President turned his glare to the Minister of National Defense this time.
"And you, Defense Ministry! What good is launching Aegis ships and scrambling fighters if you just end up gawking while that bastard hops on a JSDF chopper to Kyushu?! No balls to shoot, but you wasted fuel for what?!"
"Your Excellency, that was... because U.S. Navy 7th Fleet ships were swarming Tsushima Strait, making the risk of armed conflict too high. If we'd fired first, it could've escalated to full-scale war with the Americans."
"Americans? Ha! Since when do they play lapdog for Japan?! They're just horning in because they want a taste of that stud's cum too!"
The ministers fell silent at the President's roar.
It was the truth.
America was pretending to mediate between Korea and Japan while no doubt scheming behind the scenes to trade for the stud's semen.
"Dispatch a special forces team to Tokyo right now! Kidnap that bastard back by any means necessary!"
"Y-Your Excellency. That's basically a declaration of war on Japan. Besides, he's headed to a penthouse in central Tokyo under 24-hour protection. Touch him rashly, and we'll just isolate ourselves internationally."
The Minister of Foreign Affairs tried to dissuade him in a crawling voice.
"Then what?! Just sit here and watch the country go extinct?!"
The President clutched his head and slumped into his chair.
It wasn't just biological extinction at stake.
His political life—no, the downfall of his entire regime—was breathing down his neck.
"Haa... fuck. We should've guaranteed that stud treatment from the U.S., or at least on par with Japan, right from the start."
The President yanked at his hair, groaning in agony.
"If we'd treated him right, he'd have walked in on his own two feet—but we created this mess!"
"Your Excellency, but that was impossible."
The Minister of National Defense replied with a bitter expression.
Everyone in the room knew the reason all too well, carved into their bones.
This country, even before the great infertility crisis, was a freakish nation forged from hardcore egoism and gender wars.
From politicians to media and culture circles, women's groups and feminist cartels had formed unbreakable blocs.
Politicians blinded by votes ignored the nation's and people's future, kowtowing only to their massive firepower.
If someone had proposed, "Grant the stud super-legal rights, massive perks, protect him as a national asset, and give him unlimited breeding rights!"?
The very next day, millions of women would've flooded Gwanghwamun Square, screaming "Turning women into breeding machines—oppression of women's rights!" and launching a regime-toppling movement.
Before that overwhelming witch hunt and public trial frenzy, the few men's groups or rational politicians had no choice but to shut up and hold their breath.
In the end, to protect their petty power and fragile pride, they'd kicked away the one true savior with their own feet.
"Regrets won't help now. Damage control comes first."
The NIS Director broke the silence, opening his heavy mouth.
"Bitching to Japan about 'repatriation of our citizen'—a claim that won't stick— is just wasting time. That stud's already under Japan's full protection en route to Tokyo. So... we bow first, stroke his ego, negotiate realistically, and secure at least some of his semen allocation."
"Stroke his ego? You think he'll even look at us? The guy we chased off like a criminal!"
At the President's bark, the NIS Director adjusted his glasses and made a chilling proposal.
"Your Excellency, that agent from our side who chased the stud down the highway and even fired shots to threaten him... Lee Ji-hyun."
The NIS Director's eyes gleamed like a snake's.
"How about offering that agent as a 'tribute' to the stud?"
"What? One of our NIS agents?"
"Yes. As you've seen from her photos, Agent Lee Ji-hyun is young and has quite the sensual figure. From the stud's perspective, wouldn't he crave revenge—taking a high-and-mighty national agent who hunted him and forcing her to kneel on his bed, ravaging her at will? It's stimulating that male sadistic conquest drive."
A bizarre silence descended on the Presidential Office.
The insane proposal to offer one nation's elite intel agent as a sex toy to a defector.
Yet no one opposed it as inhumane.
"We deliver it officially through the Japanese government: 'As apology for our rudeness, we send the bitch who threatened you stripped bare with a collar. Vent your rage by tearing and pounding her as you please. In return, transfer the semen left in that woman's womb to South Korea.'"
As the NIS Director spoke, the President's stiffened face began to relax.
"...Where's that agent now?"
"Currently detained in the underground interrogation room at our Naegok-dong headquarters."
"Prepare her for negotiations, then."
Before the survival of the nation, human rights, the agent's pride, that flimsy feminist ego—all were just scraps of toilet paper.
The South Korean government resolved to sell off its own daughter as the stud's cum dump for survival.
"Tanaka, Headquarters Chief! Magnificent! You flattened the Americans' noses and brought that precious stud safely into Japan's embrace! You're a national hero!"
Praise poured from the Japanese Prime Minister over the monitor.
Cabinet bureaucrats and the Defense Minister clapped and cheered.
Tanaka bowed humbly, but couldn't hide the victorious smirk spreading across his lips.
"You're too kind, Prime Minister. But... to persuade him, I promised some 'extraordinary conditions' beyond my authority. I request post-hoc approval."
Tanaka began listing the conditions he'd dangled to Kim Jun one by one.
Ultra-luxury penthouse, pension like a blank check, harem of beauties from all walks.
The massive victory over bloodthirsty U.S. competition overshadowed it all, so the cabinet nodded that this bloodletting was par for the course.
But two conditions hit a snag.
"Hold on, Headquarters Chief Tanaka! Even so, mixing foreign blood—Korean, no less—into the 'Unbroken Imperial Lineage for Ten Thousand Generations'! That's trampling the Imperial dignity!"
The Imperial Household Agency Minister jumped up in protest.
But his outburst somehow lacked steam.
"Minister, right now the Imperial Family is no different from endangered Galapagos tortoises on the brink."
Tanaka countered coldly.
"And the lady I promised isn't direct lineage—she's from a collateral branch that already left the Imperial Registry."
Imperial Registry Removal. When female imperial members marry commoners or for other reasons, they're struck from the Imperial Household rolls, becoming commoners.
Though blood ties remained, legally she was no longer imperial, providing a loophole on paper.
"Plus, if that lady's womb receives the great stud's life force, she'll become a secret weapon to revive the broken Imperial line later. Surely you're hoping for it deep down, Minister?"
The Imperial Household Agency Minister, hit right in the gut, cleared his throat awkwardly and backed down.
It was just a token objection over her Korean blood; they were all desperate for young, healthy lineage.
"Fine. We'll pass on that. But..."
This time, the Justice Minister rubbed his forehead in headache.
"The 'unlimited breeding rights' to impregnate any non-pregnant woman, even married ones. Even punishing husbands' protests as treason, this is a powder keg for political riots. We can't openly allow street rapes, no matter if they're upper-class citizens."
"Don't worry. That stud is one smart stud."
Tanaka replied firmly.
"If he were some dumb, horny mutt, he never would've pierced Korea's nightmare surveillance net to reach Japan. He'll know to toe the line himself, hunt just enough not to explode public opinion. And..."
Tanaka paused for breath, then shot a resolute gaze at the screen.
"To quell public backlash and prove the righteousness of this great breeding... I'll set the 'example' first."
"Example?"
"My own daughter, and my wife... I'll offer them as the first tributes to the honorable stud's bed. As head of the National Stud Management Headquarters, if I lead by example and dedicate my family's women as willing seedbeds, who among the people would dare refuse his holy grace?"
"......!!"
The entire cabinet on the monitor froze in shock.
A high-ranking official offering his wife and daughter as a mother-daughter combo to an outsider—in this horrific, mad patriotism.
"T-Tanaka, Headquarters Chief... you..."
The Prime Minister's voice trembled.
"For your nation—for your entire family's sublime devotion and service... I offer my deepest gratitude. Once this crisis settles, I'll elevate your department and promise you the highest promotion and rewards."
"Thank you, sir."
Tanaka smiled contentedly and raised the final item.
"Finally, I request additional budget allocation. Starting with Tokyo, we'll sequentially convert prestigious girls' academies and women's universities into special breeding centers. When the honorable stud visits, hundreds of young things must stand naked in formation ready for seeding—facilities, hygiene, and ambiance perfectly set."
At those words, local lawmakers who'd been listening quietly on one side of the screen lit up like money-grubbers.
"Chief! Put our Osaka women's universities first on the visit route! We'll empty the city budget for top-tier beds and lube!"
"What nonsense! Our Sapporo girls' academy kids have snow-white skin and get pregnant easy! He has to come to us first!"
The stud's visit meant skyrocketing birth rates and massive political, economic gains for the region.
The video conference of Japan's top echelons devolved into a bloody brawl over scraping even one more drop of semen.