America #1

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Tags: Lots of raceplay, nationplay, slight appraisal to Nazis, Femdom to Femsub, aggressive language and somehow this is slightly wholesome

"DAD! DAD! WHAT IS THIS ONE?!" Yūka Junketsu, age 10 right now, is the Japanese heiress of one of the world's leading companies in technology. Her family, who may or may not have contributed to World War II efforts, is currently at her grandpa's house dispatching and removing any imagery that could ruin their family history, perhaps of certain experiments or projects that may or may not be deemed unethical due to the war efforts.

"That... My god... That one is something that we should also hide."

"I don't get it? Why is it that we are hiding Granddad's trophies? I thought you liked Grandad. I like Grandad; he used to bring me many candies and chocolates!"

"I know you like your grandad, but since the sudden—uhm—how to call it"

"War crimes?"

"Where did you learn that word?"

"I heard Mom say it."

"Hmmm... Yeah."

"What's a war crime?"

"It's a word winners in a war use to call losers."

"Then it's a bad word."

"Correct"

"Then I hate that grandad; is now a war criminal." She grabbed the book, opening it. Everything seemed to be in German at first, but as she flipped the pages, and around half the book, it just started the book again but this time in Japanese. "Heeeey! The book is in Japanese."

"More reason to burn it."

"But it's Grandad's!"

"Yūka, please hand me the book; this will benefit our family in the future."

"F-fine, but let me burn it instead, pleaseeee, pretty please? I like when the fire goes off and starts sparkling."

"I- Uuuh F-fine, okay fine, you can burn it then."

Yūka left the house, at first noticing his family that was tossing a lot of things that were her granddad's into a barrel, believing they were burning her history and family values, so instead of tossing the book into the fire, she hid it under her shirt, grabbed some clothes around, and tossed them onto the barrel instead before quickly sprinting away with the book. She had gone inside the house to read the book that her dad had forbidden her; it had a weird title, 'The future generations of our people's superiority.' She tried to make some sense of it and started reading a few pages. The more she read, the more confused she got. She didn't understand the book at first, and as she read on, she was eventually called back to help. She left it there hidden for her to read later, being interested in learning about her grandfather some more.

This was the start of Yūka's indoctrination into German superiority at first.

Yūka, instead of being inspired and having it be recontextualized for her own race/ethnicity like her grandparents had been from reading it. The racial purity and ideologies of Nazi Germany in its entirety were reinforced into the young, intelligent Yūka's mind. At first, she had become quite smart over time as well, studying, reading, writing, math, science, and politics. In anything she participated in, she became the president of her class multiple times and was always the leader of the student council at her school. She believed in presenting perfect order, laws, and rules to her people, but the more she worked on it, the more obvious it seemed that she aimed for a more powerful and political status.

Feared and loved by many in her high school, she ended up rejecting every love letter and confession and even struck back on occasions if the person that ended up confessing to her was deemed 'anti-social, an outcast, a weirdo, or an otaku.' She simply was seen above everyone else in her school.

She graduated top of her class and requested that her school picture be taken on the side away from her classmates because she believed that none of them deserved to be with her.

She was given a scholarship, but she ended up rejecting it, as she didn't want to compete with other Japanese people; she wanted to go to foreign countries and dominate those places with her wits and strengths, but soon enough tragedy struck her family. Her father, the current owner of the company, ended up falling sick; he didn't die, but the stress was going to kill him faster eventually, which meant that it was Yūka's turn to inherit the company, and years later, she did inherit her birthright as the company's heir.

She was 23 years old at the moment.

So during those 13 years since she found the book, how had her vision of the world been shaped? It was simple; she saw certain supremacy among some people. At first she believed Nazi Germany to be everything above the world and started to investigate all their technological advancements, all their wonderful science, and their 'amazing ideologies,' but she was found with something that was... pathetic.

Most Nazis that praise so much their ideologies weren't even close to being the men they speak about. Sure, some were blonde, and sure, some were blue-eyed, but a lot of them were fat, weak, shortsighted scientists that were evil and also lacked so much knowledge in other fields and were close-minded about progress. Their leader was a crack addict that wasn't even close to the men they praised.

Overall the Nazis were nothing but a fake, disgusting image of the perfect man they portrayed themselves to be.

She thought that maybe Japan's supermacy and feudal story was better but no, they were filled with weak small cock men, fat disgustingly rich people that inherit over and over their parents powers, they had become passive and with the outgrow and popularization of anime media they became lazy and uncharismatic, she saw her japanese peers as nothing but pests that should've been eradicated and was disgusted with sharing the same skin as them, they even asked to fix a marriage with Yūka at the age 19 with another person that would inherit their parent's riches and to make sure her parents didn't think odd of her, she threaten the men she was going to marry with castrating him one of those nights, she knew she was serious because she threaten him after stabbing his hand, the man instead of going to the police said he had an accident and didn't want to marry her anymore.

She was untouchable and felt that the perfect man, her Adam, would never be found for herself, the Eve of this planet, or at least that's how she saw herself, the perfect woman, even if from the 'wrong race.'

She was definitely insane.

Not like that has ever stopped her.

Now she looked at the Americans; they defeated the Nazis. They must've been better white men, right? Of course they had to be, but over time they had become nothing but fat slobs; their president was disgusting, and he was supposed to be the representation of their country; they had no manners, no education, and they were crazily racist while also being a horrible race themselves.

She had truly given up thinking that the eugenics utopia that her grandfather had studied and believed all those years before his death was nothing but a fake dream; her fantasy of finding the perfect man, that Adonis, that perfect white Adam, that god among men, was forgotten, and she had settled with running the world by herself, like the perfect woman, and if possible, starting to perfect that imperfect race of 'jappies' in her country as soon as she could.

It was a sad life for what was probably the most racist woman in the world.

It would happen to be her turn to host a global gathering of foreign and local businesses and other 'royal' heirs like her from around the world, with them having a chance to stay in Japan for a few days as well. She had seen many of the usual men she tends to find- ugly, fat, drunk, useless by themselves type of people. The only comparison she could make to them was to pigs wearing clothes. Even speaking with them was found disgusting, so she had a translator for this type of event where she didn't need to speak to them, and she would simply let the other person talk for her.

After what seemed to be an insufferable eternity between peasants and people she hates, she eventually found herself eating small but perfectly prepared sushi at the bar, enjoying her own miserable self while looking at her phone with great boredom. Her translator approached to try and talk with her, but then.

"You are close enough, always 4 steps away from me, pig," she simply said as the smaller man stepped back.

She scanned the party to see if she could at the very least have fun. Her idea of fun was threatening some smaller business with buying their whole stocks or ruining their enterprise and watching them squirm and cry just for the sake of it. As she tried to look for the most pathetic person she could ruin, someone that might off himself after she was done, she was able to notice something strange between the people: someone who was oddly tall, his head was above others' heads, with pretty short golden hair.

She had tried to focus on spotting who was this high because it was something she had not seen. As she tilted her head and walked, she was able to notice a man, and quite a man he was. He was robust and strong; his upper chest was evidence of his strength and how hard he works out. His legs were absolutely chiseled, thick, and strong, and he was completely burly. He was what people could call a hunk: young, tall, and with enough muscle mass to crush you with his bare hands. He seemed to be talking with an elderly couple, and she felt disgusted seeing the couple speaking to him.

"You, thing, come here." She said, pointing at the translator in Japanese, that he walked 3 steps closer before being stopped. "Not so close, bastard, disgusting filth of a human being. What is that?" she said, pointing at the person.

"What? Oh? Umm, you mean who?"

"..."

"Right, that's misterrrrrrrrrrrr... I forgot, sorry." He pulled out his phone to check some notes. "Mister Osmore."

"Never heard of him. Is he a waiter then?"

"He is invited as a representative of the Osmore Group to the "legendary inventor" from the Osmore corporation. You know those are the ones that build the rockets and the special cars that NASA-"

"I don't give a fuck what they built; I know who they are. I am not impressed. Who is the man? Speak now."

"Sorry- uhm, sorry- so, uh, he is the son of the family-"

"So he inherited it; he has done nothing in his life. What a waste of space, but his body is impressive; I could shape him well into a toy with the right tools."

"Well, as the son of the family-"

"Why are you speaking again? I do not need you anymore."

"Well, he has done important things, ma'am; maybe you want to hear about it."

"If an animal is speaking to a human without being told to, that must mean that it's important, I assume. If not, I guess I will get rid of you. You may speak to your goddess, lower being."

The translator swallowed some saliva as he gulped. "There has been a rumor of someone working at the company under an alias recently. It's hard to confirm the identity, but it was around the time his son started working at the—"

"You are saying the man from the Alias who has been lately releasing new technology for simpletons could be this man over there. Is there any evidence?"

"W-well, minors can't work at the company, so as soon as he turned 18, the person with the alias appeared."

"I see, that seems at least important enough; just for that, I am not going to hit you."

"Uhm, th-thank you?"

"Did you just doubt my gift?"

"What—" The translator was smacked out of nowhere due to the violent nature of Yūka against her own kind; she really dislikes being around them.

"Get. Out. Now." The translator quickly dashed away as she noticed the man in the distance, glancing at him with such an angry look; each step she made was joined by a click of her heels hitting the ground. The men eventually turned around to look down at her in surprise, and in English he just said.

"Hello there, Miss Junketsu. It's a pleasure to meet you. What a nice gathering." She just went quiet, frowning, glancing angrily at him. Funny enough, Yūka was the second tallest person in the room; as a woman, she was 5'11" feet tall, and the heels made her look over 6 feet, but with Michael Osmore here, she was the second. All the rest of the Japanese or foreign people even fell shorter to them both.

"... Soo uuuuh, I heard you spoke perfect English. That is impressive; my Japanese is quite bad actually. I wanted to learn some for the party." Michael felt nervous around her, not sure what to say. "I love your latest invention; it's quite top-notch. It's not a surprise seeing what you do. It has inspired me to try and make something as good as yours or better for the market as well. Perhaps instead of adding it to just home appliances, I thought maybe phones and cars could use it too." Silence was heard from her, not a word spoken.

"M-maybe I was wrong about the English? UUuUUuh [Great party, miss, really great, enjoying myself, you're inspiring.] He said in broken English, making her flinch, her expression one of anger, maybe even disgust. Michael just smiled and nervously waved and walked away, going to meet another person before he would make her more angry.

Once he was out of her audible range, she took a very deep breath, taking in the smell of the man before sighing, almost drooling, "Oh yeah..." She said, cleaning off the side of her mouth, "This guy is a good one." She looked around, seeing one of her assistants; she recognized them not because she cared about their face or knew their names but rather because they had the tags she had designed.

"You worthless person standing next to that potted plant." The assistant stared for a moment, scared they were about to get fired just for breathing the same air as her. "You are to investigate every detail of that man over there; his name's... Shit, I only know his last name."

"You mean Michael Osmore?"

"You know him; that's good. You're already praising the new god of this land."

"What-" They certainly looked lost.

"You are to find out every piece of info about him, everything that you can find on the internet, and send it to me before tomorrow."

"B-but I, uh- I had a party with my partner and kid lat-"

"Is your partner built like that man?"

"Built?"

"Body, mind, soul, and assets"

"Uh, n-no."

"Then your partner can die for all I care, so you have three options. Quit right now and look for a new job, get fired, or tell your rice-eater piece of shit partner to jump off a bridge and start doing what I told you."

"... C-can I avoid telling my partner that and instead tell him I need to do this or I will get fired?"

"Whatever makes you work harder, gook. Now get fucking to it before I do something you might regret." The person seeing it had no options left and simply left his food to the side as Yūka stared at Michael; little did he know how insane this woman was.

The day after

Yūka was reading the documents and files handed to her by the assistant.

"Miss, may I ask something?"

"No."

Yūka read every little thing about the file but found it to be very boring and unimpressive.

"Why is it that the file is so small and there is so little information about Michael?"

"That's because of his online presence." She waited in silence, hoping for the assistant to be more descriptive.

"Do you want me to give you a fucking medal or something for just saying 'online presence,' or are you going to elaborate on what you mean by that?"

"Oh, uh- sor-sorry."

"Stop stuttering, gook; don't make me hit you."

"Sorry." They gulped. "I read and searched every piece of info about him, the college he graduated from, his work in the enterprise, and the gadgets and inventions he made in his father's company as a worker, but beyond that, his social media is very dead. His Facebook has only 12 friends; 5 of them are family, 4 of them are college friends, and 3 of them are work buddies. He has no Instagram, Twitter, or Bluesky. He has a YouTube account thanks to Google. I tried accessing photos of him, but he has just what you see there, not even Spotify. He uses something called Metrolist for free music. For someone so tech-savvy, he doesn't use technology much."

"Of course not, I don't either. I hate you all, so I never keep communication, and I have more important business to take care of, that business being keeping our great country afloat and maybe even bringing it to a new era of greatness. I myself will make mankind great again!"

"Yes, of course, I did find out personal details about him; he has worked out and had a very strong routine since college-"

"Yes, he is built like an Adonis, a proper god among men. Someone who is so strong could easily grab a female and take her for himself without any trouble, just like a real man is supposed to act."

"Yes, right-" The assistant looked to the side, wondering what that was supposed to mean. "So—uh, his favorite food might be burgers? He has two photos with friends eating at a McDonald's, saying the burgers were quite average, but he also went to Great Way Burgers back in Texas (he was born there, by the way), saying it was the best burger in the whole state."

"One of the most racist states in America, right? Good morals and the burgers make sense; all Americans love burgers. It's like one of their most emblematic cultural meals, a delish that we cannot replicate here with our sushi."

"Y-yeah? I guess?"

"Did you just stutter?"

"Besides that, he loves his family, loves his land, is a perfect student, supports cops, and likes burgers, but that's not enough for—"

"I see, so you are saying he is a man of conservative values and a great patriot then? Makes sense. Great man, great job, great body, and great mind. If only Grandpa were alive to see him, he would be proud."

"Umm, okay? So am I free to go?"

"I suppose so. Is the American, Michael, part of the group that is going to stay a week in Japan for the inversion and business mergers?"

"Last I read, he is, yes."

"Wonderful, this American man shall be my last attempt at bringing mankind to the perfect era, an era of true eugenics and superiority above everything else. With my riches and my power, this is something I will make possible. I will destroy Japan's birthrates and replace them with a rich foreigner seed production and mandatory artificial inseminations."

"Should I be here for this?"

"Hm? What? No, get out before I fire you."

The day after that one

"Welcome to the merger of our enterprises." Yūka, for once, gave a happy welcome to everyone, most believing she was in a great happy mood; perhaps her stocks went up or something else. Little did they know the reason she was in a great mood was that she was going to spend time with her favorite American, for now, that is. If he failed to impress her, she would probably find a way to chemically castrate him.

"Now please, I want to let everybody know that although I want to destroy some of your companies and bury them 6 feet underground" The room went quiet as to not upset her. "I am willing as well to increase our capital by working together, somehow. So, seeing that I am in a generous mood for this, I have already paid for the tour of restaurants we are going to go on today. If you deviate from the tour, I will find you... You may clap now." People started clapping, feeling weirded out about this. "Now please, stay close to my employees as they guide you."

Most of the businessmen, CEOs, executives, and important leaders found their respective guides, with the exception of Michael, who couldn't find his assistant's number. Yūka approached him with a smile, and in perfect English, she spoke again. "What is wrong, Mister Osmore? Having trouble finding your assistant?"

"Yeah, I think-"

"What a disappointment. You know how us gooks tend to act when someone superior shows up; we get scared and tend to run away. Truly disappointing. I recognize this number. This is a male assistant, probably with his one-inch cock retracted inside his body, which made him pass out, but do not worry, I can assist you in today's guide." Michael went quiet as he tried to figure out what she meant by any of that. Was he in trouble? Was she being racist on purpose? Was she calling him out as racist? He didn't think of him as that. Is it because of yesterday?

"Uh, yeah- thanks."

"Come along now." She wrapped her arm around his, hugging it as they walked. "Look at those executives. What do you think of them?"

"Hm? That they are rich and successful?"

"What about their bodies?"

"Well, uh. They are rather thin, I guess, my father said Japanese males were smaller-"

"10 times smaller, weaker, they are praised to be smarter, but out of a whole group of otakus, hooligans, anti-social losers, and rejecteds, we only evaluate those that actually go to university, but half of our race is a miserable, disgusting, useless piece of shit; even those Japanese vtubers are gross."

"... Okay." Michael was trying to figure out what she was trying to do or say; she definitely was upset about yesterday's disrespect of her language. "I would like to apologize."

"What for?"

"About my behavior yesterday?"

"Nonsense, you showed all those Japs their place yesterday, right? Not like it matters with someone as huuuuuge as you; if they say something, you could snap their neck for the fun of it, right? Fuck, that would be so hot, right? You grab someone and make them beg for their life..." She bit her finger trying to control herself; she could feel her own cunt getting wet with her sadistic idea of torturing a nobody, while Michael just went quiet, not being able to speak his mind without her interrupting with some crazy comment, so he stopped talking altogether until they arrived at their first stop, a burger place.

"Oh? I didn't picture this, to be honest."

"I know, right? It's impressive at least how some places in Japan can have fine taste in such American culture."

"Well, I wouldn't say a burger is American culture."

"Of course it is; you guys invented the triple cheese baconator burger with around 2000 calories and a whole pound of meat between 2 breads."

"Yeah, I am sure that's, at some degree, a crime if it's being consumed, but somehow I am not going to disagree because I am sure it's probably sold somewhere back in my country."

"Wonderful, come in, white man." Michael was dragged inside as most were ordering; those businessmen that didn't order were going on a blacklist for not appreciating the fine, refined American cuisine that is a burger made by the Americans.

"So what are you going to order, miss-"

"Call me Yūka or Jap, whatever you Americans prefer."

"Yūka, right? Sorry. What are you going to order?"

"I was thinking of ordering this fine traditional American dish." She pointed at a triple meat burger. "Such a delight. What a wonderful culture you have, full of proteins and food to grow as big as you are, right?" He looked down at his completely perfect muscular body touching his belly; thinking he was being called fat, he swore he had been working out properly... He had the idea that Yūka was mocking his culture, and it makes sense; his dad is fat, his mom is fat, and he has a complex with being fat too, which is why he works out so much. Knowing that his body might process food slower, he needs to burn all those calories away, which ended up making him ripped, but he is still nervous about being seen as chubby.

"Yeah, we Americans really overdo it."

"Nonsense, I will order it."

"Wh-what? "Oh god, don't. I don't think you can handle all of that."

"Here is something you should know, Michael, when it comes to big, thick, delicious piles of..." She licked her lips. "White meat, I have trained years for it, literal years preparing my own body to take it."

"I didn't know it was made with chicken."

"Made with what?" The waitress came by, taking the orders of each; Michael, a bit self-conscious, ordered a vegan burger, while Yūka ordered the greasiest, meatiest, thickest burger of them all... It was disgusting to mention how much meat and lack of vegetables it had; the name of the burger even was the heart-stopper. The way she ate it was so sloppy, loud, and obnoxious, but in her mind this was just the American culture's way of showing how delicious the food was; it's similar to people slurping noodles or soup to show their appreciation or good manners. To everyone it was a gross display and a new uncanny image of Yūka, but for Michale this sight was nothing but mockery; it was confirmed she was mocking him.

He remembered what his father had said about Yūka, saying that unlike her dad, who was calm and level-headed, she was monstrous and a dangerous woman willing to destroy someone for the fun of it, a sadist by heart and the plain definition of a business shark. She didn't care who she had to hurt to get her way. If she was spending all this time with him and mocking him with this, that only meant one thing... That she was going to destroy his company next for the disrespect he had shown the other day. He needed to show her that he was a good man and to not go against her ideas nor crazy plans. "Delicious... Shall we move on to the next place?"

"Shouldn't we all have decided that?"

"HA! You Americans and your democracy, hilarious!"

The rest of the day was like that, to be honest, simply going to different places that were deemed 'American.' They went to a BBQ, but not a Korean or Japanese BBQ where you cook your own food—an American BBQ! Steaks, hot dogs, and more burgers—they went to a pastry shop to eat American pies and eat in excess. They even went to a little Japanese museum that showed parts of America in a bit of a Flanderized version. The whole day it was Michael being bombarded with what seemed to be the most stereotypical American experience, and for a moment he could swear he understood how racism felt.

By the end of the night everyone but Yūka was quiet, stunned by the show they had seen. "Alright, everyone, rest up tomorrow, and see you the day after that. I am seeing great things in our businesses. We will be taking a bus and heading to a pool later, so make sure to have a swimsuit. If you don't have one, I will end your lives."

She then turned around to see Michael eye-to-eye. "And Michael... Today was a great American, white, nationalist, patriotic day, right?" She smiled with a grin that he thought to be malicious.

"Y-yeah... Sure..."

"Don't go crazy just yet; the best is to come on pool day."

"Yeah... Sure..."

"I AM AMAZING, AREN'T I!"

"Yeah, yeah, uh, it's getting late. Do you need me to join you back home or?"

"Nonsense, don't bother; I am sure you have more important things to do."

"Oh, thank g- I mean, yeah, of course, see you later, ma'am, miss, Yūka..." Michael left the place as soon as he could, thinking that he was her target; in reality, Yūka was proud of her behavior and excellent show of American culture! She believed she was one step closer to her final goal; she would blow up all over him on...

Pool day

Most of the businessmen weren't really ready for this type of event, wearing briefs or short swimsuits that really showed nothing but how shameful and far gone their bodies were—fat over fat, double chins, bellies that overextended and covered the small things they called dicks. It was a disgusting sight; it was almost like if a retirement home had come to the pool to exercise, nothing but eyesores.

Almost...

Yūka stared at everyone as she had a towel wrapped around her body and a summer hat on to cover her from the sun, hating the idea of getting a tan... For more than obvious racist reasons as well, she also enjoyed the pathetic sight; it was simply humiliating, and she enjoyed the feeling of disgust on their faces, but what was best was that Michael had come.

He was shirtless, sixpack, broad square shoulders, strong arms that would take years of strong training to get, he was built as a bodybuilder, not to mention those cute swim boxer briefs that should show his superiority but there was something that made Yūka upset... Part of her perfect man was someone with a cock that was to put to shame other men, that reached knee length and was as thick as a log. That cock wasn't showing; quite the opposite, there was no bulge. Was she wrong? Michael was nothing but a fake? Another pathetic male that was trying to pass as a real man—was the dream of creating the perfect eugenic society not ever going to become true, the dream of having a perfect leader never coming true?

She couldn't give up; maybe she could make a pill to increase his size? Maybe he was just a grower; flaccid cocks that are big are as useless as hard little dicks, so she needed to make sure of everything.

"Welcome everyone to the pool party. This is for everyone to enjoy and talk. The bar is free; it's already paid because unlike you greedy bastard cucks, I actually have the money to be able to buy this fucking place 10 times over and still make a profit out of it... I forgot where I was going with this, so imagine I made a very important speech about how our stocks are going to increase and how your 'allowances' are going to become very much larger with me in charge... Also, I hate most of you; anyway, that's all." She turned around, adjusting her towel, before smiling. "Oh, and one last thing... Michael!" She pointed at him, currently putting on some sunscreen on his body; he jumped as he heard his name being shouted by Yūka: "Meet me at the changing rooms."

She stepped away as she told the assistants at the party, "You are to let Michael and only Michael join me at the changing rooms. If anyone tries to go there, you forbid them. If someone tries by force, you beat them to a pulp or say goodbye to your jobs, and I will make sure every day of your miserable lives it's 100 times harder to be hired... Okay, keep up the good work, gooks." She thumbs up at them before stepping onto the back, waiting for the Michael.

She waited at the changing room, changing poses here and there; first she was cross-legged, then lying on the bench, but it looked stupid. Maybe something more bold, both legs open and arms completely outstretched... No, that would not look as feminine as wanted, maybe slutty, and she wants to seduce him, but she needs to seduce him as the ultimate female, maybe bending over as if trying to fake that she is looking for something and showing her rear?

Maybe she is fine like this...

She just sat on the bench waiting, crossed her legs, and eventually she heard a door opening. Michael, as he entered the changing room, was thinking over and over again about the advice that was given to him by his friends: to follow every and any order that the woman asked him to; being a yes-man was the way to go with her. Of course, this advice would never actually work on someone like him; instead, he would look like he wanted to see more of her, and Yūka would see it as encouragement.

As Michael entered, he was fidgeting with his fingers around. "H-Hi, ma'am, Yūka, sorry, did you want to see me?"

"If it isn't the perfect Adam that this Eve was looking for, yes, I wanted to see you. I have been watching and investigating a lot about you, Adam. I must say that I am impressed by your wits, strengths, wisdom, and overall your" She took a deep breath before looking at his eyes. "Superiority."

"Uuuuh, thanks, ma'am, same here." It's hard to say if he complimented her or was complimenting himself.

"I agree you have done quite a great job, so I am about to offer you a great type of deal."

"Well, I would be happy to accept any type of deal you provide. I am certain it is a great type of deal, the greatest. Make our company great again, haha." He tried to not cringe at what he said; hopefully she wouldn't kill him or whatever she was planning to do.

"You would?! Well you must hear my deal first, but of course if you believe I am not good enough, although let's be honest, being me I am more than good enough for anything"

"Yes, of course."

"You know how in our business mergers we tend to share stocks and even join companies together for a goal, right?"

"Yes, of course."

"And how I have been looking for a company of my own to merge with and have a growth so immense that it could ruin other monopolies and even destroy the capital."

"Yes, of course."

"You have proven to be the most proper man for the dreams that, since the greatest empire back at the second great war, the war my grandpa fought for, for a better future, a better dream, have been waiting for. You were born in the wrong time sadly, but if a god like you had shown up back then, maybe the tides of the war would've gone differently." He was quiet, wondering if she was trying to say something about the Americans; they did kind of retaliate with nukes in that war. Maybe she is mocking him due to that.

"Y-yes, of course."

"Tell me, Michael, have you had a girlfriend before?"

"Yes?"

"What was she like?"

"She was nice; she treated me very fairly, and-"

"I meant her body."

"Oh, uh- well, she was blonde-"

"Good to know. Did you two have sex?"

"I, uh, n-no." He wanted to say that was strangely personal to ask but didn't want to upset her.

"Your meat has not been tainted then?"

"Are you asking if I am a virgin?"

"Yes, of course." She grabbed his hand as she stood up, looking up at him. He was so fucking big. She was trying her hardest to not jump at him and kiss him, but she needed to make sure of something first...

"Well, I am, yes, yes, of course I am..." He blushed, embarrassed.

"Bigger proof of what I mean, your body must've warned you that she was not the one. What is your body telling you?"

To run before he gets murdered, he was in a fight or flight response. "It's telling me that our companies' merger is great."

"SO!!! Your genes must be telling you the same as mine; that's awesome, but regardless, we need to make sure that our 'companies' are compatible right now." She dropped her towel to the ground. She was wearing the most obscene swimsuit he had ever seen; it was a bikini with the American flag, red, white, and blue, horizontal stripes, and stars, but it was so tiny that it barely covered her areola, and her thong was so thin that it was being eaten right now by her pussy. It looked more like a string. Michael, to be polite, averted his sight, looking to the left.

But that was another mistake.

Him looking away gave Yūka the opportunity she had been waiting for; she grabbed the elastic from his swimsuit, pulling it down, surprising Michael and herself as well. She expected something like a 5-6 inch cock, much bigger than the usual jappy in her mind, but instead found some protective clothing like a jock.

"What's this?"

"A-" He coughed, "A jock, ma'am."

"Why?"

"B-because I need to be polite and modest with what I wear?" He was also very christian so nudity was something too vulgar, the jock was personalized, no brand there, it even had a plastic wear, she grabbed the jock pulling it down.

"This is worthless; I am not sure why you would..." And as she did, his cock hit her face. Michael panicked; he was dead, he was 100% dead, she would castrate him and destroy his family, and his mom, dad, and siblings would get euthanized by this woman's company. All went to hell in that moment.

But Yūka wasn't upset; that cock was so long and so thick, it spread a certain powerful musk even if it was untainted meat, a virgin with a cock so perfect, his body was perfect, his perfect hair, perfect eyes—he was the man the Nazis had spoken of all this time, and they couldn't be, pathetic filthy Germans, weak limp Japanese, even the disgusting fat Americans. NO. Michael was none of them; he was the god she had been waiting for. Her pussy tightened up, and suddenly a small squirt of juices started to drip from her panties. She came on the spot; it was him, the god she loved.

She was frozen with cock on her face, and slowly she planted a kiss before standing up. "Good job, I am done checking your body, it is healthy and" She took a big deep whiff, still enjoying the cock smell impregnated on her face. "And so fucking good. I have checked everything I wanted to check on you."

"I-Is that good?" He said, struggling to get his fat cock inside the jock again as Yūka stared with hunger.

["I would let you rape me and impregnate my eggs so fucking hard right now, my God. Delete my Japanese heritage already, and let's make a proper, perfect white heir."] She spoke in Japanese out of nowhere, catching Michael off guard.

"What? I didn't- I am not good at Japanese."

"Why be good at a complicated language that was made for weaklings whose only worth is slaves or corpses? No, don't worry, I propose something to you: be my partner, Michael. Let's merge ourselves together and create the world I dream of."

Was she asking the companies to join? THIS WAS GREAT! Michael was so happy about this! This is exactly what he wanted; with his parent's company and hers, they could send the world to a new technological era and even solve great problems around the globe.

"OH! "YES, OF COURSE."

Yūka suddenly hugged him, laughing, muttering to herself; her dream was completed, and she felt that her grandpa would be proud. Michael hugged her as well, not knowing what he got himself into just now... "So tell me, was it the bikini that convinced you?" Michael stared at her form for a moment before looking away in embarrassment; she looked so vulgar, her tits and pussy so exposed she was practically naked, but he couldn't say no, so instead he just said.

"Yes... Of course."

Final day of the merger

Most of the people had gotten a small tan; others, some slight burns after the pool day. Michael had been requested to be next to Yūka all night long for some reason as she spoke with most of the people around; half the time it was Japanese, the other half it was English, as she had been praising him all night long. Michael has had trouble catching up with everything she said, but every time he was talked about or presented to a new person, he was immediately congratulated right afterwards, which made everything even more confusing for him.

He had become increasingly nervous today, especially because of his family being around; wanting to not disappoint, he went along with her presentation and talks, being her plus one most of all, and when the clock was almost hitting nighttime at 6:00 p.m., she decided to bring him along to the second floor with her.

"Aren't you excited, Michael?" She said in his native language,

"Umm, yeah- why should I be excited, however? Just a reminder?"

"I have been telling everyone we met about our arrangement."

"Oh, that's good to know, I assume, just getting our companies out there."

"Yes, of course."

"Yes, yes, of course, yes."

"Hello everyone!" Yūka said as everyone stared up to look at them both "Thank you for coming here to be and make a presence in what's going to be a new era! First of all, I am thankful for everyone being here to witness the next news, even more important news. As some may know, Michael and I have begun a great partnership." Michael stared at his parents, who were giving him the thumbs up and waving happily at him. "But more than a partnership, some would call it fate, a fateful encounter between the two of us." Michael was oddly quiet, listening to that with a puzzled expression. "And now with the blessing of his parents-" Now he was completely weirded out as his father gave him a thumbs up again. "-we have decided to get married and consummate our marriage... tonight."

"What?"

Tonight

"What?" Michael had reached a room that wasn't as fancy as he would expect for the first time he would do it, not that he was expecting something out of this world; perhaps a nice bedroom where he feels more comfortable would've been good, but this felt like more mockery towards him. The room was a very cowboy-like room? Like a cabin or shack? There was a bull trophy hanging on one wall, a lot of pictures with cowboys and cowgirls, and the bed even had such a western style with cowboys and bones and cow skulls everywhere. This was not how he expected to get married; he even had a girl he liked back home and was planning to date later, so how in the hell did he end up in this?

"Yū-Yūka? He asked as she was in the bathroom cleaning herself for what was to come"

"Yes, my husband?"

"C-can I leave?"

"Hahahahaha, you are being so funny! Say what you want about the perfect man; he must have a great sense of humor as well, correct?"

"I- UUUUUUH okay…" He felt defeated for a brief moment. How did it become so bad? He was one moment at the party enjoying himself, and now he is getting married to a psycho...

"Alright, I am readyyyy!" She had come out of the room wearing a belt that said "BWC property." Whatever the hell that means, Michael had no idea; maybe it was some weird acronym at the company? She was wearing the U.S.A. bikini from before; this time he was able to see everything of her on it, and she even wore a hat that said, "Howdy, pardner." He cringed at her dumb expression, but before he could process what was happening, Yūka had come closer, sitting on his lap. "Sooo, what do you think, my white god? Is this good for this gook? Or not enough white for you."

"Gook? Good what?"

"Oh, sorry, is this not good enough for you? I could maybe get myself in a worse position." She stood up, then she was kneeling and bowing in front of Michael in a perfect dogeza that she had been practicing since she was 18, once she met the perfect white god. "I am sorry these sow holes are not good enough; all women are beneath you, but let the best of women at least please you, my god."

Michael was staring at her. Was this customary in Japan?

"Did you like it?"

"Is this a sex thing?"

"Very much so."

"I s-see... Yūka, listen, I am not sure how to do this, so I will just try and rip this band-aid off with one pull."

"Oooh, so much American slang, Yūka-chan. She likey your American talk, ne? Very silly-desu sometimes, hai!" She spoke with such a dumb English accent out of nowhere mixed with her own Japanese expressions; she sounded really dumb, but Michael blushed hearing her talk like one American-anime character. He wasn't a huge anime fan, but this 'otaku talk' was something he found kind of cute.

"C-could you say that again?"

"Hm? Michael-san, maybe he likes when I speak like those kawaii, baka gook girls from his shows, ne? I find the gods; they enjoy when we act all anime-desu ourselves, hai!" Michael blushed madly hearing her talk so cutesy and dumb, even if what she said was horrible and degrading to herself.

"M-maybe once more?"

"How about you take that big, honky, donkey-sized cock and shove it real deep inside my, uh, sakura, while I ride you like a mechanical bull, ya? Then you go and, uh, Pearl Harbor my eggs with your, uh, special prime seed from those big, round, uh, tennis balls, ne?"

"... I feel like I have become slightly more racist just by hearing that and finding it hot."

"So do you want me to stop?"

"J-just- Let's try this just this once, but if I don't like it, let's not push it, okay?"

"Oh darling, a whore like me has planned this out so much that she won't let her one and only opportunity to breed a god pass."

"Fine, but let's use some condoms."

"What are those- desu ka? I know nothing-desu about that English American word you just said-desu."

"... I guess as long as I pull out." She pushed him on the bed, climbing on top of him.

"Whatever you say, white boy."

The girl would sniff and lick over the large ballsack, cleaning her master properly and giving the soft suckle of their balls while trying to fit one in her mouth. Any blood vessels nearby would instantly be drained down to the sack and the cock so as to give the muscle some much-needed flare and size with the attention directed to it. Her hand moving to hold the length and stroke it off while worshipping her superior's balls. Her pussy was getting so incredibly wet as if to prepare itself; even her ass started to get eager as the pucker would stretch open in desperation. This is what she had been training for all these years; she was so desperate that she could fuck herself, seeming to imagine the tail as the Master's own dick as he shows off to everyone else just how eager and willing Seraf wishes to take it while giving all the attention to their Cum Tanks underneath.

"M-mastah… p-please bury me… I-I bi guudo girl.. I-I want your babies... b-burreedu your rittas in me… M-Mastah preasu~!!" She said with her mouth completely suckling on his cock, filling it with kisses, licking it up and down, and being extremely sloppy with it.

Michael held his composure, not expecting this type of behavior from her. She eyed him up and down, inspected, tasted, and remembered the shape of this cock, and she was certain of something: that this cock was still way bigger than the hole she was meant to put it in. She never expected her white god to be this hung, but at least Michael would be able to have the tightest of holes pleasing him, and in her mind, that's a victory.

After nuzzling and lubricating his cock so perfectly, she gave a little side-sucking to the member so he could appreciate how needy she was as well, probably putting on a great performance for her god.

Slowly she pushed that cock inside her mouth, having so much trouble with his girth and length. Michael extended his hand to try and push her off, but she simply signaled him to stop. She muttered, trying to say something while choking on his cock for a moment.

"Hnnngk~!! Mmmfghnk~! Gnnhmmkghl~"

The air inside seeps out from Yūka's nostrils as the god's dick was pushing it all out of her; this feeling of being full was something she had been craving for so long. This created a vacuum within the tightly compressed throat to have all of the walls give sensational bumps and lathered slurps for the member to be taken into the mouth!

She gets halfway in on his first actual attempt, the member being resistant to stretching out the bulging throat, but there was only so much she could take before she ended up breaking her jaw. Although she would love to be fucked and used like a toy, she wouldn't beg him to destroy her throat.

"Hrrk! Ghrrlk~! Shluurp~!!" She pulled back with a loud slurp before speaking again. "Fuck, you are so big."

"S-sorry."

"No sorry, okay? It was a compliment, you silly baka! But no more play-play, ne? I've been wanting this so, so much; I can't hold it in!" She stood up. Her pussy was so wet that it was glistening; she moved to get on top of him as Michael shivered at the cold sensation of air on his cock. "Fuck, this thing gets bigger every time I see it." She leaned down, pushing her pussy on his cock tip. "Uwaa, I'm getting shivers, desu ne? Oh my, you are everything I wished for in life- you! You are mine, okay? I won't ever let you go-go! Even if I have to, like, crawl and ahem... you know... for you forever, I wuv you so, so much, my pwetty perfect man-desu!"

Michael would blush harder as he heard her pronunciation of words; he was so weak for her dumb accent and speaking, and he never expected that he would be worked up by something as dumb as that.

Pretty soon her pussy gave in to his cock, pushing the tip right at the entrance as she squatted down above him, reaching her hands to grab his cock and make sure it was aimed perfectly up so she didn't have so much trouble. "Y-yee haw c-cowboy." Those dumb words made Michael even hornier for some reason, and his body reacted as he thrust up, pushing half his cock inside, which made Yūka weak on the knees, and then suddenly…

SHHHHLK! Was heard as a wet slipping noise was heard

Her large ass would clap as her pussy takes it in and slips it inside before taking 3/4 of the cock in one go! She was trembling; she had cum so hard as soon as his cock went inside, and even as she expected an immense amount of pain, all she found was pleasure!... There wasn't any! Just complete bliss; it seems like her training paid off. His pucker was elastic and tight-fitting… mostly like flesh as rubber before expanding to fit the size inside!

As she was stunned for a moment, she was able to take a small break before plunging it deep into his own body!

"Eeeeh!! Owww! Ooooow~! Mmph!! P-please, s-sir, make me pregnant, desu! T-that's my purpose desu yo! PLEASE, MASTER! I NEED YOU TO ACCEPT ME!"

He screams out before slam-fucking her smaller body on top of the man's impressive length, using all of the time she has left before passing out due to this blissful experience of riding him. "Oh myyy, like, NUKE my eggs with all the sparkly white bombs that you keep in your... ball-sies, ne? Hiroshima, my... P-p-pus... Kitty-chan real good, so only baby whites come out and destroy my race-y, okay? Make me your kawaii slave-chan, Daddy-kun! Make me just a piggy-wiggy for making babies, tie me to the wall like a dirty... whore, and make me crawl-crawl like a cat, humiliate-chan me, rape-y me, all day, every day, non-stop, hai!"

"H-how about kisses?"

"KISSES WORK!"

With that, he held her carefully, making her face him. She blushed at the sight of such a gentle god. She was expecting by now to be choked and thrown onto the wall and forcefully raped like her ancestors would've in the presence of a stronger white male, but instead, he kissed her tenderly and gently. She didn't want soft, lovey-dovey kisses, but this was good for now. She kissed back, trying to mimic his pace. "You are being too sweet, but whether you want to marry me or not, we can be friends."

"I will be your wife."

"W-We can hang out and go drink."

"Get me pregnant."

"-But so far you are granting me more happiness than other couples I've had."

"Conquer my pussy in the name of America."

"-I want to see your best, and maybe we can grow in a healthy relationship. See how well-behaved we can be together?"

"Ruin my womb with your seed." He realized there was no point trying to talk her out of her horny stupor; she was bouncing on his cock like a bunny, a jappy bunny. Maybe the one that should embrace the other's nature is him, seeing how stubborn she is, and maybe if he ends up breaking her, it could end up with her becoming more... Traditionally, a nice wife doesn't insult and ask to be raped like a madman; she is someone who he can talk to without hearing her degradation, not to mention all the nuke-horny talk about herself. She is a bit insane in his own mind.

The kissing and making out was more than enough to keep her pacified, but he needed to show that he could be in charge so she wouldn't keep going with her crazy talk. He grabbed her by the throat. "A-HA! A white conqueror-san is going to, like, totally DESTROY my poor PUSSY HOLE? Are you going to ruin my family-chan!! RAPE ME? Destroy me?! MAYBE VEN WILL TAKE MY MOM IN FRONT OF ME, RIGHT? That's what Americans do when destroying a country: take all their women and show them how white is always right! And, like, make a big mockery of my gook country- desu ka? Show me! Show me how white is right-arimasu! Destroy my ancestry-chan and give me some white successors- yo!"

"Jesus fuck, I just grabbed you by the throat, lady. I didn't even choke you." He was surprised about how 'kinky' her talk was; he was certain that this was the sort of hate speech you would hear coming from the most racist Texan man, not the Japanese CEO of an important business.

"CHOKE ME!" Fuck it, he wouldn't get through her without being rough. He started to choke her as she was bouncing up and down still on his cock, but then she started to feel him getting off the bed, sitting straight, their fat fucking hog of a cock currently obliterating her insides and stretching them, reshaping them to fit only big white cock, not any cock, Michael's godly made cock. This was the savior of her people. She didn't care if she had the organs smashed into her ribcage being the crux of the limits; it only made her want to be ruined.

"S-seer... if you really want me as yours... Pu-push me and -p-pi... and put me in a mating pressu. Show off to my weak kind why we should belong to you... p-pwease, sir. I-I need you, Mastah... I-I crave you... I—I want you… P-please make me yours! I am nothing but a gook to my master, nothing but a filthy Jappy whose purpose is to be a breeding sow. I might not be a filthy nigger nor a smart chonk, but us Jappy women were made to pop out kid after kid and reproduce like horny bunnies. I am off the pill and ovulating; any godly cum of yours that touches my womb would ruin me like you ruined Hiro." He choked her before he could finish that sentence. "GWACKK-GGKNGGHH" He could tell she suddenly came on the spot with how tight she became out of nowhere.

"Shut the fuck up."

Michael was fed up with her talking crazy about the Second World War, being a stronger rapist, and talking so badly of her country that the sole mention of the things she had said could put her on trial for hate crimes, but the more he choked her, the more pleased she looked. He had to fuck her now before she said something that would actually upset him. He didn't even grasp half the crazy batshit she said, but he knew it wasn't something good. "Oh dear baby Jesus, please forgive me."

"Fugggnmeee" She said not caring about his dumb feelings, in her eyes she didn't register that Michaelwas a kind soul, but maybe he should force her to see him as a person instead of whatever the fucking mental image she had of him, however hearing those words of taking her to the table to show off, got him riled up, he took a deep breath and exhaled out of his nostrils, he just had to hold back from destroying the poor girl, he stood up calmly, cock still buried deep inside, got on top of her and forced her to lie on her back, if it wasn't because he was choking her as hard as he could to keep her quiet, he would almost say she looked pretyt, he planted his legs down on the ground flexing the strength each of them had, pinned down her legs back just as she asked and positioned himself on top.

"R-ready to get s-some, uhm, prime white American meat in your, uh, sushi-filled pussy? Or whatever?"

She was drooling; there was no way to calm this crazy bitch down. He had to fuck the insane out of her, it seemed. He calmly grabbed her legs, pushing them back, and let go of her throat. "YES, FUCK THIS GOO—"

"Quiet down, or I'll stop who-slave? Slave. Yeah."

She finally quieted down; she obeyed her orders like a good Jappy, and it was good to hear his own thoughts. Now with this, she was forced to look up at him, as if trying to tell her there was no one else she should worry about right now but each other. Leaning down, he kissed her again before starting to slam up and down inside her pussy, going faster than before, much faster. It wouldn't be long until he came, and seeing those heavy balls and thick cock of his, it was sure to be a potent load to impregnate her with. The original plan was to pull out before that happened; Yūka had other plans in mind, however. Not like it matters; he didn't know.

"You are mine now..." He mutters between kisses.

"Aaaaugh!!! M-master!!!"

Luckily her legs were locked in place over Michael's hips, not able to leave this restraint but able to at least wrap them around his body, and her hands were touching his chest all over. The smaller woman was getting absolutely bloated as his body was taking all of his cock; she could see the perfect outline of his cock driving in and out non-stop.

She climaxed one more time to the jerking motions while spraying her juices all over his cock, helping him lubricate that shaft. It's like she had been made the perfect potent fertile holder for his seed. The more time she spent with her, the less respect she had for her, and the more he saw her as a sexual partner that he could do whatever he wanted with. She was so cock drunk that she was making whimpering pleas of pleasure all the while that she couldn't feel anything below her waist to move, just hug him; that's all she could do.

"H-hyahh… ahh… mmfh~ T-thank you, Mastah-kun… I-I hope… t-that I was worth… y-your time... I-I hope that… Y-you feel good… w-with meee~ I will do whatever you want, anything you want. Please don't leave me, my gosh, I have waited so long for youu~." It was time to seal the deal and for Michale to stand up to her.

"You silly little jappy bitch, you are more than worth it. You are here trying to seduce me into loving you with this fat ass and small tits. I will impregnate you with my superior seed and give you fat tits like those bimbos from anime and that cute, dumb, nerdy attitude of yours. You think I don't know what you are doing. You really want a god, a lover to hold you, to impregnate you that bad? I will give it to you. Get ready to take me, fat man, you racist, crazy, stupid bitch. I will give you my all and ruin other men for you." His hand squeezed her tits harder while the other kept her face in position to keep kissing her. He wouldn't stop; he didn't want to stop. Kissing her, fucking her, driving his cock in and out non-stop, he was going to cum. He was going all out, thrusting up and down as fast as he could, his fat fucking cock breaking her pussy and those massive balls slapping her ass, gaping her pussy hole more and more to the point no 1-inch jappy dick would be able to actually make her feel something. Even the wood from the bed they were in was starting to creak and crack with the sheer massive amount of strength he proved to have.

His hips were becoming a blur with how fast he was thrusting, his lips didn't leave hers and if he tried to breath Yūka would steal his lips again not letting him go anymore, he would simply slide down his tongue further, the cock on her pussy being completely buried deep inside her pussy, her legs suddenly wrapped hard around him, really hard, like a judo grip forcing him to stay as close to him as possible, he was being smothered, kissed and overall he was now being forced to impregnate this sow, but metaphorically and literally the man on top was already unable to resist, his logic and trail of thought out of the window, he was going to impregnate her, he didn't care anymore, focusing on moving his hips, his slams becoming hotter and stronger, it was hard to tell what was going on but then

She felt something warm out of his tip, the moment she had been waiting for; her brain short-circuited. She had been broke and bleached by her white god; this was the moment she had so long waited for.

A small spurt of cum being shot inside her pussy at first... Followed by a wave of his seed and a thunderous slam that broke the table in half, he was cumming buckets; it was an impressive amount that she would only be able to see in hentais. She was being filled to the brim; her womb claimed, fertilized, and impregnated with what she imagined to be perfect white quintuplets or even more with a single load. He didn't stop kissing her even as he irresponsibly came inside her; he didn't care if it came out the other way, he wanted to kiss the woman, and he was already married, so he might as well play the part of a happy husband and a non-crazy traditional housewife.

As his seed finally stopped coming inside of her, he slowly pulled back his limp cock. He wasn't used to doing this, so he needed to practice more of his stamina. "C-can we cuddle and talk about our arrangement in marriage? I am not sure if I can take this sort of roleplay, Miss Yūka," he said as Yūka was completely passed out, tongue lolling out, unable to respond. She had such a creepy expression on her face, but what was worse was the large amount of cum leaking out of her pussyhole. Michael realized he messed up big time. There was no way for him to leave this marriage, was there?.

4 months later

Yūka and Michael were heading back to the city through plane, heading back home so she could present herself to his parents, Michael ashamed he fell to such dumb raceplay and silly japanese accent and now he was not only married to a crazy woman but also the most racist woman she has ever met, even after explaining to her that he participated in movements like BLM or Equality marches she didn't seem to grasp the idea that her 'God' was one that loved peace and other people, she was simply too in love with the idea of white supremacy, for someone non-white...

Yūka was standing on top of a table giving a great speech. "As you can see," she suddenly slapped her belly, bloated, pregnant, and filled up with so many kids. She had already made enough ultrasounds to know she was having triplets. She wasn't wrong; that seed was strong and virile. "I have become the best breedstock for our perfect white god over there. This woman has been claimed as the superior leader of femalehood and the best and only possibility there is to please Michael's big fat fucking cock and balls. I am more than willing to give him a harem, but only one woman, one Eve for her Adam, is worth impregnating. Then his kids in the future will take over my land and turn it into the greatest new American state that my grandpa would've envisioned! God bless America and the one truly white god that is Michael! My purpose is to become a broodmother and praise him and make sure he achieves full power over this country so we can make an united America. Make America Great Again!" She yelled out the American flag banter and waved behind her in a perfect position. "My name is Yūka OSMORE" She had taken their last name "Now praise the number one female"

Both parents of Michael and Michael were sitting down staring at her in silence, completely shocked and dumbfounded. They just asked her what they were expecting in the future; they didn't expect to hear any of this. Michael's mother turned to look at him in silence.

"She is- uh-she is passionate about children... Yeah." Yūka sat on his lap hugging him; at least they looked cute on the outside together. "Yeaaaaaah..." He had started to regret some life decisions.