Succubus and Goddess Epilogue (2)
“Hoyoung-nim! Hoyoung-nim! Save me! Help me!”
“Huh?”
“Kyaaaaaa!”
Just when the commotion had died down, it started up again, noisy as ever. I was quietly jerking off with my onahole—Baek Eunha's pussy, once my homeroom teacher—when Bianca burst through the door, flying in.
“Save me, Hoyoung-nim! Some thug!”
“Thug? What now. Did they send an assassin from the isekai world or something?”
“No! It's not that!”
Bianca latched onto me, subtly sliding her hand toward my ass while pretending to cry. Honestly, what thug? Even if you've gotten weaker, you could incinerate any ordinary rapist or pervert in one shot. So who the hell was chasing her to make this much fuss?
“Oh, it's a misunderstanding, Hoyoung-ssi! I'm not a thug—I just asked Bianca-nim to milk my dick like last time!! Huff! Huff!”
“Eh? It's Gaedung.”
“Yes. It's me, Gaedung.”
Gaedung, Baek Eunha's original husband, stumbled in after her, wearing nothing but a dress shirt on his upper body—basically naked from the waist down. Come to think of it, that day Bianca first invaded... he said his dick got milked instead of mine. Aftereffects lingering, huh?
“Please, Bianca-nim! Just milk it one more time like before! I beg you!”
“Kyaaaaaaa! Pervert! Help me, Hoyoung-nim!”
“You're the pervert. Stop groping my ass.”
I got the gist of it. I shoved Bianca off as she threw her tantrum. Sure enough, her fear was all an act—she pouted her lips.
“Aw... I wanted to hug you a bit longer.”
“Whatever. This is all because you trained Gaedung, making him act like this.”
“It wasn't training, just a handjob.”
“What happens to a human who gets a handjob from the Succubus Queen?”
“...They turn into hypersensitive limp-dick mode and can't cum without my help.”
“Exactly why Gaedung's losing it. The guy's always been nice.”
Gaedung's real job was doctor. He worked nonstop, even on holidays, funneling 80% of his income into our household expenses—a real good guy. Even now, catching his wife getting fucked by me, he doesn't complain once.
“Just manage his dick for him this once.”
“Eeeeeek?!”
She looked genuinely disgusted. Even at my command.
“But that loser's got a pathetic little thing!!”
A vein popped on Bianca's forehead, mirroring her irritation. Hmm. Honestly, yeah, Gaedung's packing a micro-dick. Even fully hard, it's pinky-finger size. But... he's smart, good earner, kind heart.
“Urk! Why list off that nerd's redeeming qualities like that?! Why should I, your direct slave, deal with that tiny prick? Just looking at it makes me wanna puke! Urk! Bluuuugh!”
“Don't be too harsh. He's a skilled doctor, so if any of us gets hurt, we see him.”
“But!”
“Shut up and do it.”
“...Y-yes...”
I lowered my voice, and Bianca instantly turned meek. She slumped her shoulders dramatically, shuffling over. Refusing to touch it barehanded, she slipped on leather gloves and made a ring with her thumb and index finger around Gaedung's micro-dick.
“Uoooooooh! Thank you for the handjob!!”
“...I haven't even started? Sigh, fuck. Even when I rub Hoyoung-nim with both hands full force, he holds out forever, but you...”
That alone was reward enough for Gaedung. Bianca curled into my lap like a kitten, done with it, while Gaedung knelt before me later, thanking me profusely.
“Hoyoung-ssi, you're truly... my benefactor. You took in my wife as an onahole, let me have sex with her in Guam last time, hooked me up with business... Without you, I wouldn't be where I am. Truly grateful. Standing up for me in front of Bianca today... as a man, it really boosted my pride.”
“? Uh, yeah?”
“I wanna stick with you forever, Hoyoung-ssi. Truly thankful and in awe.”
His eyes shone with genuine friendship, making me feel oddly guilty.
“No big deal. Wanna fuck Baek Eunha before you go? She's still legally your wife.”
“Hahaha. Nah. Who has sex with their wife anymore? Seeing her well-used as an onahole is enough.”
“Ah... right.”
Take care, Gaedung. Keep suffering for us. Damn, I kinda like the poor guy.
“Mom! You're back! It's been months, right?”
“Yes, Sumire. Did you manage okay while I was gone?”
After Bianca's attack, things finally settled, and Fujiwara no Himeko returned to Japan from Paengchang-dong Mansion. Sumire, fresh out of Akushuin University and working as a secretary, took her mother's suit.
“Situation's not great. The PM vanished for months without a word.”
“Hoyoung-nim matters more than Japan, so no choice. You complaining?”
“No way.”
Sumire chuckled. Himeko stroked her sensible daughter's head proudly.
“Right. Even if the country crumbles, Hoyoung-nim's safety comes first—common sense. Guess some idiots without it lingered in parliament.”
“Yes... I compiled a list of lawmakers badmouthing you for neglecting the nation and people.”
“My capable secretary. Hand it over.”
“Yes, Mom.”
Himeko memorized every rebel lawmaker's face and name, then stormed parliament. With the PM absent for over 100 days—no work, no contact—the place was chaos. Her party’s approval tanked, calls for replacement grew. Sumire exhausted herself shielding Mom as a newbie.
Himeko finally appeared publicly, met with icy reception. Lawmakers crossed legs, demanding excuses; cameras zoomed ruthlessly; reporters poised pens for condemnation.
“Ah... everyone's gathered. I, Fujiwara no Himeko, stand here with a heavy heart.”
At the podium, Himeko launched into a speech, unfazed by the backlash—furious, instead.
“Are you all insane? Japan's spirit loosened while I was away. What is this country even for?”
“Listen, Prime Minister Fujiwara! Do you know how many bills piled up unsigned because of your absence? How dare you spout such nonsense as a national leader!”
“Shut your fucking mouth.”
“...W-what?”
The refined setting froze at the PM's curse. Cameras whirred; reporters scribbled headlines.
Pouring oil on turbulent opinion—this was the final blow.
“Japanese heads must be full of shit. What does Japan exist for? To serve the great Hoyoung-nim, right?!”
“D-don't dodge the point, PM! That's separate from politics!”
“Who said that? Dragging you to trial.”
“W-what?! Hey, PM!”
“As Japan's PM, I deeply worry for our future where respect for Hoyoung-nim wanes daily. If he says he's hungry, a decent adult slices thigh meat to serve—that's basic morality. But you're obsessed with useless crap: real estate, growth, security, education, diplomacy!”
No one dared rebut Himeko's roar. One wrong word, branded Kim Hoyoung Adversary—done for. Especially with cameras broadcasting live.
“I propose a new law here.”
Her bill: the so-called Kim Hoyoung Law. Mandatory reporting of suspected anti-Hoyoung sentiment, structured like negligence crime.
1. Those not actively supporting Hoyoung-nim
2. Those valuing nation, family, or self over Hoyoung-nim
3. Those not praising or worshiping Hoyoung-nim at least 3 times daily
Etc. Defines specific behavioral codes as citizen duties to screen low-loyalty. Especially harsh penalties near death for suspicious anti-Hoyoung remarks.
Issue: 'suspicious' criteria vague. Basically Himeko's whim.
“I was receiving Hoyoung-nim during my absence. He's enjoying peaceful days. We should rejoice most— what's the complaint? Think something matters more than his happiness?”
All went silent as clams.
“Reviewed delayed bills too. 'Price Stability,' 'Consumption Tax Hike,' 'Rate Increase'—wasting time on trash irrelevant to Hoyoung-nim's safety. Were you just slacking?! At least Takahashi's bill reflecting Hoyoung-nim worship over grades for national uni admissions deserves praise. Appoint him Minister of Education tomorrow.”
Her fervent speech aired live nationwide, winning public sympathy. Secret impeachment plotters and media execs criticizing her irresponsibility? Detained under Kim Hoyoung Law for reeducation—no release till complete.
Post-law, Japanese life changed drastically. Citizens constantly voiced Hoyoung-nim worship to prove non-traitor; greetings shifted from 'konnichiwa' to 'Loyalty to Hoyoung-nim still strong?'
Himeko's approval hit 100%—first in Japanese history. Right after news of last poll's anti-Himeko voters arrested under the law.
Himeko re-elected PM; Sumire ran for, won, House of Representatives seat. No force left to criticize Fujiwara no clan in Japan.