"Is this the end of our business here?"
Kotori Akeda, who had been typing away on her laptop until just a moment ago, patted Kiyora Minazawa on the shoulder, signaling her to step back from her heated discussion.
"Well, since our stance is to respect men's free will, as long as you, Hisui, say there's no problem and that you consent, we can't intervene."
Saying that, she took out a clear file folder from her bag, seemingly containing some documents.
She set a sheet of paper into her laptop, and it began printing something.
During this process, a card was placed on top of the laptop, and some data appeared to be written onto it.
"Based on the semen sample submitted yesterday, we cross-referenced it with the DNA databank and created an identity card. This was our primary reason for being dispatched today."
The printed document and the card were placed into the folder and handed over.
Opening the file, I found an official-looking document and a completely black card with no visible text.
"The document is for your records at home, and the card should be carried with you at all times. For privacy reasons, no text is printed on it, but there are readers installed in various places. It serves as an ID card that doubles as a bank card, public transport pass, shopping card, medical insurance card, and more."
It also functioned as an electronic payment method. It seemed like the "My Number" card had come a long way.
"For personal authentication, just hold the card and place it here."
She turned the laptop toward me—it had a slightly unusual shape.
"The card uses vein pattern recognition, so without matching veins, it's basically useless to anyone else. If both arms were lost in an accident, an alternative verification method would be needed, but let's not worry about such extreme scenarios."
Listening to her explanation, I placed the card against what seemed to be the reader. A scanning light passed over my palm.
[This card is valid.]
A message displayed on the screen.
"Well then, I suppose we'll take our leave…"
She sounded somewhat reluctant.
"Thank you very much."
Since they had helped me out quite a bit, I bowed my head honestly.
"Ah—!"
"No, no, we should be thanking you. It was a pleasure working with someone like you."
A strange yelp and what seemed like a heartfelt expression of gratitude came in return.
"By the way, how about a little friendly moment before you go?"
Feeling mischievous, I slipped between them, stood up, moved a little, and spread my arms.
"A hug should be fine, right?"
"H-Huh?! No, we're on duty…"
"Well then, excuse me."
Despite Kiyora's serious protest, Kotori casually hugged me.
Even through my thin yukata and her suit, I could feel her ample curves.
Fuu, haa, suuuuu.
She took a deep breath, as if savoring my scent. That seemed… oddly perverted.
I expected her to pull away quickly, but instead, she held me tightly, taking her time.
"Thank you."
She slowly and reluctantly released me, bowing her head. Her expression seemed more satisfied, her skin even appearing more radiant… though that was probably just my imagination.
"Oh, I don't mind if you want to do this anytime."
"Anytime?!"
Another yelp rang out.
"Next?"
"Yes, please."
"Ah—"
I heard a voice that sounded like someone had been beaten to the punch.
Before I knew it, I was embraced by someone much larger—Hachikuma.
She was big enough that it felt like I was being completely enveloped.
Her chest pressed against my face… or rather, my face was buried in it.
She was muscular and sturdy, but her curves were soft and pleasant.
Every breath I took brought in a faintly sweaty, pheromone-like scent that made my head spin.
Before I knew it, I was the one inhaling deeply, as if savoring her scent.
"Thank you."
With that, she released me.
The last one remaining—Kiyora—was fidgeting nervously.
"Well then…"
She awkwardly tried to assume a hugging stance but somehow ended up in a defensive martial arts pose instead. As she hesitated, the other two pushed her forward.
Encouraged by their words, she hesitantly embraced me. She flailed pointlessly for a moment before freezing up, seemingly having overheated.
"Well, let's meet again next time outside of work."
"Y-Yes! Definitely!"
She was completely smitten. Should I call her easy?
The two reluctantly left, but Hachikuma remained behind.
"I'll be staying as your bodyguard and point of contact."
"Hachikuma-nee!"
Misago leaped at her—seemed like they knew each other.
Author's Notes:
The ID card has no internal battery. It activates via wireless power transfer only when held near a reader.
The entire system operates on a single-chip microcontroller.
This was basically an immigration screening process. Since Hisui spoke fluent Japanese, showed no signs of deception, answered questions properly, and even submitted high-quality sperm, the bureau was more than happy to recognize him as a citizen. If they could recruit him into their department, that would be even better—but of course, it wasn't that easy.
For illegal immigrants, the process would be stricter, but since men were treated as national assets, the system leaned toward leniency.
Character Introductions:
Kiyora Minazawa (南澤きよら - Minazawa Kiyora)
Small in stature, loud voice—imagine a tiny, yappy dog like a Chihuahua.
Serious and inexperienced with men.
Works in the Male Protection Bureau because it's one of the few jobs where she interacts with men.
However, most men in this world dislike women, making her somewhat disillusioned.
Fueled by a sense of duty, she was fired up over an anonymous tip about a man being illegally sheltered, but ended up overreacting.
Kotori Akeda (明田琴里 - Akeda Kotori)
Well-endowed, with a well-proportioned figure.
Kiyora's senior or possibly her supervisor.
Usually stays in the background but knows when to step in and seize the moment.
Hachikuma Yamano (山野ハチクマ - Yamano Hachikuma)
Misago's older sister.
A former JSDF reservist and a male bodyguard—essentially a government-assigned protector for men.
Since sperm collection makes men a national resource, they are closely guarded to prevent assassination or international abductions.
Physically imposing, at 190 cm and 80 kg, with well-defined abs.