You're about to stand before you freeze, a sudden thought appear at the back of your brain. The conversation isn’t finished. Not really. Your grandfather’s absolute nonchalance about you impregnating your mother and sisters has left your moral compass spinning wildly. You need to know exactly how far this "anyone" clause truly extends.
"I thought I told you to leave, John," your grandfather says at your hesistance.
"I have more questions," you say, sitting back onto the tatami mats. "About the scope of this... 'heir tradition' you talked about ."
"Speak quickly. My patience has a short shelf life today."
How about foreigners? More specifically, foreign adult film actresses. Porn stars."
The reaction is subtle, but it's there. Your grandfather’ raised his eyebrows, a genuine flicker of surprise breaking through his stoic facade. He looks up, his sharp eyes boring into yours, assessing whether you are joking. "You intend to marry one of these... screen performers?" he asks, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous rumble.
"No, I don't," you answer smoothly, crossing your arms. "I intend to have sex with them to enjoy myself. If they get pregnant in the process, that's just an added bonus and fulfill the heir thing, right?"
For a moment, there is absolute silence in the room, save for the distant trickle of water outside. Then, your grandfather lets out a short, dry chuckle that sounds like grinding stones. "Oh," he says softly, a small, dark glint appearing in his eyes. "If that is what you want, then tell Yagami. She will make the necessary arrangements to bring them here to Japan. Or, if needed, it can be arranged in other countries as well when you have the ideas. We can set up a discrete venue almost anywhere, as long as it is not in their origin country."
You blink, caught off guard by the specific restriction. "Why not?" you ask.
"Parental law," your grandfather says flatly. "Western jurisdictions, particularly the United States and parts of Europe, have incredibly aggressive, family court systems. Joint custody, child support mandates, and the legal definition of paternal rights can be a logistical nightmare to bypass, even with our influence. If an American woman conceives on American soil, the local courts claim immediate jurisdiction over the child's legal status. By bringing them to Japan, or a neutral territory with more favorable maritime or local laws, we ensure this will not be a factor while you enjoy yourself."
You stare at him, slightly stunned by the cold, calculating precision of the strategy. "Wow," you mutter, a wry smile touching your lips. "That's quite deep. You've actually thought this through."
Your grandfather grins. "It is not a simple matter of selecting your favorite porn star and fucking her John. But the good thing is, you don't have to think about it. Go and tell Yagami, and she will take care of the whole thing."
The thought of walking up to the professional-looking woman makes your stomach twist. "I'm embarrassed," you admit, scratching the back of your neck. "Yagami is a woman. Asking her to procure adult stars for me feels... intense."
Your grandfather waves it off. "She is a professional. She has handled asset liquidation, political espionage, and threat neutralization. Your adolescent fantasies will not shock her. To her, it is just another assignment."
You let out a heavy sigh, looking down at the tatami mats. The weight of the family's expectations, combined with the bizarre freedom they are offering you, feels incredibly strange. "I feel like a bull being used for breeding," you mutter, the cynicism bleeding into your tone. "Just a tool to keep the bloodline going."
Your grandfather’s grin vanishes, his eyes turning cold as ice as he fixes his gaze on you. "It is you who are thinking of fucking around, foreigners included. No one is forcing you into a brothel. You are the one asking to indulge your wildest, most depraved desires."
He leans forward, his voice cutting through the room. "To follow your lust isn't wrong, but don't pretend to be a victim, John. If you want to fuck around, then fuck around. Do not, however, insult my intelligence by crying about it."
Before you can reply, your grandfather makes a sharp, final shooing gesture with both hands, completely dismissing you. "Go. Think about what you actually want, and stop wasting my time with your 'guilt'."
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