I Am Han Seungyeon
I am Han Seungyeon. A beautiful girl with nothing going for her except a pretty face. My hobby is masturbating to porn featuring handsome guys. Well, it's less a hobby and more a daily routine. Of course it is—I'm a woman, after all. My lifelong goal is naturally to meet an amazing man.
"Good morning, Seungyeon. Looks like you had another steamy night, huh?"
"Hehehe... yeah, something like that, Aunt Himeko."
The mistress of the house where I'm freeloading, Fujiwara no Himeko, greets me early in the morning dressed in her usual impeccable kimono. This woman has zero flaws. I wonder if she's ever let her composure slip even once in her life.
"It's right for a woman to hone her body. You've been in Japan for quite a while now looking for a good man, haven't you, Seungyeon? Found your ideal match yet?"
"No... I like men, but I'm surprisingly picky."
"What type do you like?"
"Hmm... handsome face, cool vibe, great personality, high social status, loaded with cash—that kind of guy."
I figured she'd say something like, 'You're aiming too high. Set more realistic goals.' But unexpectedly, Aunt Himeko clapped her hands and beamed.
"Oh my! What a coincidence. I was just about to introduce you to someone who fits that description perfectly."
"Pardon...? Introduce me?"
Aunt Himeko had never set me up with anyone before. She's the Prime Minister of Japan, after all, so she must have an incredible network. Guys who stand out in looks or talent, way beyond the ordinary. But for some reason, I wasn't excited. Every guy I'd met so far had ended in disappointment.
I have a huge sex drive and tons of interest in men, but I'd never felt romantic love for any real-life guy. Even the hottest ones left me comparing them to someone, always disappointed. 'He's nothing compared to that guy.' The thought just wells up from my chest.
"Who is 'that guy'?" Sumire had asked me once. My answer: "I don't know who. Maybe my fated one?"
But thinking it over, there's no such thing as a fated one. Simply put, my standards are sky-high. No one measures up as boyfriend material. My looks deserve better. My virginity deserves better. My body deserves better. That's how it always goes. This time will be no different.
"Auntie, you don't have to set me up. I think I'll just wait till I get older and my standards drop naturally. That's when I'll meet a good guy."
"No need to lower your standards, Seungyeon. There's someone who matches your ideals perfectly."
"Huh?"
For a split second, Aunt Himeko's eyes seemed to glow with ecstasy. Why? This ever-calm, ice-cold princess—who's said to not bleed even if pricked—is acting like a giddy middle-school girl at her favorite idol's concert, barely containing her excitement.
What's going on? Why is Aunt Himeko...?
"H-his name is Kim Hoyoung! I've pledged my body and soul to him!"
"Your body...? And soul...? What are you talking about, Auntie?"
At that moment, the sliding door opened, and a man stepped into the room. Aunt Himeko, the Prime Minister of Japan, dropped into a dogeza before him in shock. It was the most perfect, reverent dogeza imaginable. Not only that—her voice trembled with excitement, tears of joy streaming down her face.
"For a worthless woman like me to host you in my humble home— I am eternally grateful. This unworthy Himeko will never forget this day and commemorate it every year."
"Ugh, annoying. I told you not to overdo it."
Thump— Huh? What was that? My heart skipped just hearing his voice as he scratched the back of his head and entered. A smooth, charismatic tone that tickled my ears. Before I knew it, I was kneeling like Aunt Himeko. It felt natural to show respect. Weird...
"Hey, Han Seungyeon."
"H-hi... uh, no. Hello."
Aunt Himeko shot me a glare so fierce it could kill, so I quickly switched to polite speech. I thought we were close, but that look was pure hatred, like I was her mortal enemy.
"Be casual, Himeko."
"This is casual for me."
Himeko stayed bowed like a slave before him. Not because he ordered it—she desperately wanted to. Like standing before a great statue, unable to help feeling reverence, compelled to show respect.
"Whatever, Himeko's always been an overactor. Let's talk alone, Seungyeon."
"O-okay..."
Thump, thump— What is this? My heart's pounding like crazy just looking at him. I like him. I love this guy. No idea why, but love at first sight. He radiates a level of charm beyond any man I've seen. Handsome. Cool. Sexy. Where did this perfect man come from? My pussy exists to spread for him. Even that thought hit me.
"...Sniff sniff."
"What? Why're you sniffing me all of a sudden?"
"Sorry... you smell so good..."
This guy even smells amazing. What cologne is that? No, it's not cologne... semen? Damn, I know it's rude on first meeting, but I suddenly wanted to bury my nose in his cock and inhale.
"I'm Kim Hoyoung. Heard about me?"
"Yes... sniff. Just now."
"Yeah, okay. You're Han Seungyeon, right? And a woman?"
"? Yes? Obviously."
What the hell? Asking a beauty like me if I'm a woman. Kinda quirky? But that dumb side is kinda cute. Makes me wanna smother him in kisses. Something about this guy just clicks. First time feeling this drawn on a first meet. Maybe he's the fated one? Too soon to say, but no doubt worth pursuing with good vibes. Maybe sleep with him after five or six dates.
"Cool. Wanna fuck?"
"...Huh?"
"Take your clothes off."
"Huh?"
"Han Seungyeon. I said take your clothes off."
"Himeko, you stay out of it."
"Yes. Sorry."
What the—? Sex out of nowhere? We just met! Why's Aunt Himeko taking his side? This is insane. Shouldn't the matchmaker stop this?
"Hey, jumping straight to sex is rude. I didn't save my virginity for something like this."
"Don't worry. You don't even have a hymen."
"? Huh?"
Kim Hoyoung started undressing me on his own. Seeing his bare skin made lust boil in my gut, saliva pooling in my mouth.
"At least do it without Aunt Himeko here. It's embarrassing!"
"What's embarrassing?"
"What do you mean? Her just watching us fuck would be awkward!"
"Fine. Then masturbate, Himeko. So Seungyeon won't feel shy."
"Yes."
Aunt Himeko hiked up her kimono and slipped her delicate jade-like hand into her panties, starting to rub. No way! Aunt Himeko's masturbating! Out in the open, face all flushed! Like a total whore! Moaning and everything!
"Ahh! Aaah...! Knowing Your Majesty is watching...!! Himeko's so excited! Aaah... watch me more! Gaze upon my lewd, worthless, meaningless body! Shower contempt on this pathetic slave whose only purpose is serving Your Majesty!"
"Aunt Himeko... why go that far? You're the Prime Minister!"
"Seungyeon... the Prime Minister is less than gutter trash compared to Master Hoyoung."
"That's too much self-deprecation. Don't put yourself down like that."
"It's not... you'll understand soon. The joy of submission... ♡ The pleasure of letting go of everything... ♡"
I don't get it. But Aunt Himeko ignored my questions now, just faithfully masturbating as ordered. The Prime Minister twirled her clit, sucked her own tits, even squealed like a pig being slaughtered—lost in full-on self-fucking like she was alone.
...The refined Japanese noblewife was gone. Now there was just one vulgar, obscene, disgustingly sexy whore flopping around like a fish.
"See? Not embarrassed anymore? Your turn—strip."
"No, this is all too sudden..."
"Strip. That's an order."
"—!!!!"
Something zapped through me, my body tingling like an electric shock. But it felt good.
"...Yes... u-understood. As ordered... as ordered..."
When he said "order," it felt so good... like I had to obey no matter what. Is this the submission pleasure Aunt Himeko mentioned?
"I'll strip... I'll strip..."
I took off my blouse, standing in my underwear before Kim Hoyoung. Sex hadn't even started, but my pussy was already soaking wet.