15 Days

I sat up in bed.

The shrine maiden, Nakagami Risa, and Hagawa Ryoko, who had been nestled against me, slid away with soft rustles. Nakagami Risa and Hagawa Ryoko were out cold; only the shrine maiden managed to push herself upright.

"…It's already three in the afternoon."

"I want to look around this place a bit. That okay?"

"Yes. I'll come with you."

The shrine maiden and I climbed naked out of bed. We were unashamed. But being unashamed didn't mean our bodies were clean. Kiss marks covered me from head to toe, and beneath the shrine maiden's tangled pubic hair a steady stream of milky white fluid kept dripping.

We ignored the state of our bodies and walked out of the bedroom.

Whiiiiirrr.

The moment the door opened, the sound of machinery filled the air.

Of course it did. This was a Hyeoldan production plant hidden in some nameless Japanese mountain. Unlike Ookaruma Village, this place existed for one purpose only: manufacturing Hyeoldan. The shrine maiden and I were the ones in charge.

We approached the machines. Fully automated, they were churning out Hyeoldan. The pace was surprisingly slow.

"Isn't this too slow? One every ten minutes."

"We adjusted the machines this time and brought the defect rate down to three percent. Production volume is low, but there's no waste. In the end the profit is better than before. For now I plan to focus on production. If we add more machines, output will climb."

"So overall it's a net gain."

"How long will it take?"

"…What do you mean?"

"Until we reach our goal."

"As I said last time, five years at least. By the way… you're acting strange today. Are you worried about the future?"

"No. It's not that. …Maybe it is, a little."

I stretched out an arm, snaked it around her waist, and pulled her against me. She came without resistance, settling into the familiar embrace. Her full breasts crushed against my chest; our faces drew close.

"Unexpected. I never thought Yujin-nim would worry about something like this."

"I'm not worrying."

"Of course not. But don't worry. Everything is under control."

"I said I'm not."

I kissed her. A wet, lingering kiss that finally broke. Her expression never changed. Feeling a little spiteful, I slid my hand down between her ass cheeks and poked a finger against her anus. Only then did her face flicker, just slightly.

"Are you going to take me from behind?"

"Not a bad idea. But everything's under control, you say?"

"Yes. Cooperation between the Japanese government and the yakuza is finished. We'll slowly devour them, and in five years we'll be able to rule Japan. From the shadows, pulling every string. It'll be so much fun then. We'll be able to do all sorts of things."

"What about Wada Kyoshiro? That bastard's going to be a problem."

"Everything is under control. Wada Kyoshiro is no exception."

"I heard he has two women with him."

"You mean Minewaki Jurie and Aizawa Nachiko."

The two women who had been gang-raped by the village men in the Ookaruma lumber mill. When the shrine maiden's subordinates cleaned up the village, those two had already vanished. Only recently did we learn they had fled with Wada Kyoshiro.

Right now they were attending Naio University with him.

"I figured you'd kill those girls."

"It would have been the cleanest solution."

"But you didn't. Unlike Wada Kyoshiro, they aren't protected. So why?"

"There are two ways to control people."

"Fear and drugs?"

"Fear and money."

"…You bought them."

"Yes. One million yen a month. They couldn't refuse. They're our eyes on Wada Kyoshiro—the walking bundle of variables."

"…Well, you'll handle it."

I licked the nape of her neck while pressing my hard cock between her ass cheeks. The tip forced its way into the tight cleft. The clenched ring of her anus twitched the instant the head touched it, then began to loosen.

I pushed in. The glans, exploring that narrow tunnel, spilled precum in pure bliss.

"You've got a great pussy and a great asshole."

"…Sometimes your compliments sound like insults, Yujin-nim. It's troubling."

"Pure praise. How about you?"

"Mmm… it feels good… ahng."

Checking the remaining time, I felt a twinge of regret and started thrusting harder.

Thirteen minutes. Short, but… two loads should be doable. One in her pussy, one in her ass!

Thud-thud-thud! I slammed my hips.

"Hahk, ahng… speaking of Wada Kyoshiro… I'm a little worried about Hagawa Ryoko-nim."

"…Ryoko?"

"Yes. She's attending the same university as him. Hnnngh, ahng… what if her heart changes? What if she betrays us…"

"Ryoko won't. She and Wada Kyoshiro aren't close like they used to be."

For the record, I was still enrolled at the university too; I hadn't dropped out yet. Last time I visited, Hagawa Ryoko and Wada Kyoshiro were practically strangers. Even when they crossed paths they didn't greet each other, didn't even make eye contact.

It wasn't mutual coldness. Hagawa Ryoko was willing to talk. Wada Kyoshiro was the one avoiding her. She had decided to respect that distance.

From my perspective it was perfect. Because of it, Hagawa Ryoko had started paying attention to me. She'd fall before next year arrived.

A shame I wouldn't get to see the conquered Hagawa Ryoko myself.

"Nnnngh…! I'm cumming…! Aaahng!"

She gasped and shuddered. I pulled out of her ass, then shoved the cock still coated in thick white cum straight into her pussy.

"Hahng!"

"It'll work out. You're a smart woman. You'll keep doing well."

"…You're really strange today. Are you leaving somewhere?"

"No. I'll stay by your side."

"Hnnngh… there's one thing I'm curious about."

"What?"

"Last time. When over a hundred yakuza stormed the shrine. I saw your arm heal in an instant. Everyone else will think it was the Hyeoldan, but I know better. How exactly did you heal that arm?"

"You're asking that now?"

"Hah… I just felt like I had to ask right now."

"Nothing special. Superpowers."

"…That is special. May I examine your genes sometime?"

"Do whatever you want. Won't mean much. Now—pussy creampie incoming!"

"Already?! Hwaaaaaah!"

I locked lips with the shrine maiden and refused to pull away until the very last second.

The one real regret about quest worlds was that I couldn't quit whenever I wanted.

???

I returned to reality.

The fifteenth ending now bore the mark of 15 Days.

I lay ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on the floor for a while, savoring the afterglow. The shrine maiden—Kaminoyama Kagura—still felt vivid against my skin.

…I probably won't meet her again in person.

A bitter taste rose; I clicked my tongue hard. Kaminoyama Kagura, Nakagami Risa, Hagawa Ryoko. They had been good women.

I sat up and grabbed my smartphone.

Time to check the ending of 15 Days.

I opened the video and cranked the playback speed. Five years flew by in moments.

The shrine maiden and I achieved our goal.

From the shadows behind the Japanese government and the yakuza, we ruled Japan. Money bought the Diet ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠members; Hyeoldan put collars on the yakuza.

The shrine maiden began her hobbies. Just as she had once puppeteered Ookaruma Village, she started playing with an entire small city.

"How entertaining. I want to see war. Not the kind with guns and missiles—war with swords and shields."

She did whatever she pleased.

"I'm going to make furniture out of humans."

World-famous supermodel Nakagami Risa crafted one human piece of furniture every week.

"Dinner first? Bath first? Or… me first?"

Hagawa Ryoko became my perfect wife.

I plucked ten Japanese beauties a day. Celebrities ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were no exception. Not a single woman in Japan could refuse me.

Not surprising. I knew we'd succeed.

The shrine maiden's skill was formidable. And she had me—raw force—on her side.

If this had been America instead of gun-controlled Japan, it would've been a lot harder.

More time passed.

The shrine maiden's enterprise grew. We dug deep into the heart of Japan. Government and yakuza alike bowed their heads. The Japanese public, of course, never knew we were the ones behind the curtain.

Japan stagnated.

With the upper ranks rotten through, it was inevitable. Then again, it had been stagnating ever since the bubble burst, so nothing new.

"There is a force ruling Japan from the shadows! I will fight them!"

Wada Kyoshiro became a member of the House of Representatives in his early thirties.

He seemed to think it was pure talent. In truth we simply never touched him. Hagawa Ryoko's contract was still being honored even after ten years.

We left Wada Kyoshiro alone, and luck piled up until he became an untouchable in politics. Influence, however, he had none. Politics is never a solo act. Every other politician sat under our thumb.

Wada Kyoshiro refused to quit.

"Do you know of a drug called Hyeoldan?! A mixture of human flesh and narcotics! They commit every crime imaginable and are devouring Japan! If we do nothing, Japan will fall into their hands! We must stop them! We must stop Kaminoyama Kagura and Seong Yujin!"

In his forties, Wada Kyoshiro appealed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to the entire world.

He dumped every scrap of evidence he had gathered.

Too late.

The evidence was ruled fabricated; Wada Kyoshiro was stripped of his seat.

The world? We were already dealing with the world. We had grown far beyond anything he could touch.

He retreated to the countryside and took up farming.

Then, forgetting his place, he started seeing a beauty ten years younger. I stole her right in front of him. Money was invincible; my cock was god.

"Damn you! Because of you bastards… because of you Japan is finished! You think I don't know?! The hundred thousand people who vanish from Japan every year! You think I don't know you kidnap and kill them?!"

"Japan is the world's second-largest economy. Lots of missing persons because identity laundering is easy here. You didn't know there are whole businesses that specialize in it?"

"The Japanese are being farmed by you and Kaminoyama Kagura. Japan is hell. Someday your crimes will come to light…"

"Ask any passerby if Japan is hell. It's the most peaceful country on earth."

"…The truth. I will tell even one person the truth…!"

"Knock yourself out. By the way, did you know your mother died yesterday?"

"You son of a bitch! Did you—my mother—!!"

"Bullshit. Your mom died of old age and you know it. We can't touch you. My wife Ryoko doesn't want us to. No reason to touch your mother either."

"You killed her! You did! Because I know the truth and you were afraid!"

"Afraid my ass. People around here call you a lunatic."

"You are the cancer of Japan! Everything is your fault! Earthquakes, typhoons—all your fault! Because you exist in Japan, heaven itself refuses to forgive you!"

"You've completely lost it. Well, take care. I'm off to fuck Ryoko's pussy. She's in her forties but still looks twenty. The pussy is incredible—like kimchi. The longer it ferments, the better it tastes. That's why I call her my kimchi girl. Hmm. Time to make a seventh kid."

"Uwaaaaaaah!"

Wada Kyoshiro screamed and charged. I laughed and dodged. The exercise-starved bastard couldn't keep up.

More years rolled by.

Wada Kyoshiro died alone at eighty, a mad old man. I met a happy death at one hundred eleven. Until then I remained the ruler of Japan, and the grandson born between the shrine maiden and me became the new master.