Hello everyone!

Since the beginning of last year, I’ve been passionately working on a long story(I’m aiming for the final version to be atleast 30k-50k words). Balancing responsibilities in my personal life and career, however, has meant that finding time to complete it has been a challenge. But I believe in the power of sharing creative work and the motivation it can bring.

So, I’ve decided to take a leap and share the chapters I’ve completed with you all. This way, I can gather your thoughts and reactions, which I’m eager to hear. It would be a shame to keep these drafts hidden away, unseen by anyone but myself.

Starting this Friday, and continuing weekly, each friday I’ll be releasing a chapter of my story here. This will continue until I’ve shared all the chapters I have. My hope is that your engagement and feedback will inspire me to push through and complete the rest of the story.

I’ve invested a lot of effort into this project and it means a lot to me. I’m looking forward to sharing this journey with you and hope you enjoy what I’ve created. Stay tuned!

This story follows Shruush V, a controversial misogynistic red pill blogger in his mid-30s famous for writing red-pilled books and articles on how to get laid and be an alpha male.  Shruush V, who lives a digital nomad lifestyle, travels to Japan to write a book on how to seduce Japanese women to get easy sex. Initially, he finds some success in easily seducing Japanese women only to later break their hearts after sex until he meets Akiko. She becomes obsessed with him and is not able to move on with her life after being rejected by Shruush, unlike him she starts believing that what happened between them was more than a one-night stand. Out of spite, she plots a way to destroy his career and reputation as a pick-up artist.

He keeps writing about his sexual exploits in Japan until he is ultimately dominated by Akiko, who becomes his mistress and foot goddess. She makes him pay for deceiving Japanese women through easy one-night stands and his sexist ways. Akiko forces Shruush to submit to her will and become her foot slave, making him regret being misogynistic and breaking her heart. His dominant Japanese girlfriend forces him to humiliate himself for her, her family, and her friends and delete his toxic online presence, and transfer all of his money to her.

Despite his initial resistance, Shruush becomes enamored with Akiko’s dominance and finds himself enjoying being degraded and happy to serve her every need, including sniffing and kissing her feet while being taunted by her.

Will Shruush V find a way to run away from his dominant vengeful Japanese girlfriend and come back to the States or will he spend eternity in the land of the rising sun paying for his sexist ways by being humiliated by her and her social circle?

This story explores themes of domination, foot fetishism, humiliation fetish, financial domination, revenge fantasy, carnivalization, and cultural clashes, culminating in a dramatic confrontation between Shruush and Akiko.

Warning: This story will delve into some sensitive political, historical, socioeconomic, and racial topics that may offend or upset some people. If you are the type of person that easily gets offended, I recommend you stop reading this story right now and go read another story. The author and publisher of this story do not condone any form of discrimination or prejudice towards any individual or group based on their race, country of birth, gender, sexuality, religion, or any other personal characteristic. Furthermore, it is important to note that the political and prejudicial views expressed by any fictional characters in this story do not necessarily reflect the views of the author. The characters in this story are purely fictional and their views and actions should not be taken as a representation of the author’s beliefs or values. It is also important to approach the content of this story with an open mind and understand that it is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. If you choose to continue reading, please do so with caution and an understanding that the views expressed are solely those of the characters and not the author.  The story is purely fictional and any resemblance to real-life events or individuals is purely coincidental. The reader’s discretion is advised. 

Once upon a time, there was Shruush V (his artistical name), a man who thought that the internet was his tool to reach riches and fame. He believed that by writing red-pilled books and blog posts, he could become an “alpha male” and have power over women. During the early 2000s, when the world wasn’t as hyperconnected to the world-wide-web as it is now, he began to build his fame as a pick-up artist in the USA and his money-making empire of seduction blogs, pick-up artistry courses, and digital marketing websites. His edgy ideas and what some may consider sexist behavior brought him some success with women at pubs, nightclubs, and a legion of male fans, some composed of misguided angry young men looking for answers for their lack of success with women others were just young men from dysfunctional households looking for a father figure and there were also those who had a privileged socioeconomic status and wanted to travel around the world to do sex tourism purely for fun just like him, but it wasn’t long until he found himself in trouble with haters and journalists. Nevertheless, the negative attention he gathered in his homeland didn’t discourage him and he continued his quest for power and money through the internet.

As a white male of Irish descent, Shruush V had a fair complexion with freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose. He had light blue eyes that glinted mischievously and short, curly auburn hair that he styled meticulously. He stood at about 6 feet tall with a lean, athletic build and broad shoulders. Shruush V took great pride in his appearance and was always impeccably groomed, sporting designer clothes and expensive cologne. Despite his rugged good looks, there was a hint of arrogance in his demeanor, as if he knew he was better looking than most men and relished in the attention it brought him.

Shruush V, driven by his insatiable thirst for power, money, and recognition, continued to spew his controversial ideologies through his writing and social media posts. By the 2010s, he had amassed a huge following of disillusioned young men and privileged wealthy men that wanted to have sex with as many women as possible. They all looked up to him as a guru and followed his every word.

Shruush V was one of the pioneers in the field of toxic masculinity and used the internet to spread his toxic ideas. He knew exactly what kind of men to target, and he had a talent for making them believe that his twisted worldviews were the only way to succeed with women. Of course, he didn’t care about the consequences of his actions or the harm he was causing. All he cared about was his own success, money, and power, no matter who he had to step on to get it. As long as he made enough money out of it to support his lavish lifestyle of traveling around the US and the world for sex tourism and continue to write about it, he would be happy.

As he gained more notoriety and passive income from his eBooks, blogs, and shady digital marketing courses, he decided to take his teachings on the road and travel around the world, with the aim of spreading his message and increasing his fan base and passive income. He visited various countries in Asia, South America, and Europe, where he would hold expensive seminars and give talks on his twisted ideas of masculinity and seduction.

His trips were often funded by his wealthy followers, who were eager to join him on his escapades and experience the same lifestyle that he preached about. They saw him as a leader and mentor, someone who could guide them toward becoming successful pick-up artists, dominating women, and living the “alpha male” lifestyle around the world that Shruush V preached so much about.

Shruush V reveled in the attention and adoration of his followers, and he continued to promote his brand of toxic masculinity wherever he went. He saw himself as a master of seduction, someone who had unlocked the secret to getting any woman he wanted.

However, as the world became more connected and people started to push back against ideas that were not politically correct, Shruush V found himself struggling to maintain his online presence some platforms started to demonetize and deplatform the likes of him. He started to realize that maybe his toxic behavior was not as acceptable as he thought it was. But instead of changing his ways, he decided to double down on his beliefs and set his sights on a new target: Japanese women.

He saw the land of the rising sun as a place where he could find easy sexual conquests and prove once again to the world that his ideas still worked. He bought a ticket to Japan with the intention of writing a new book on how to seduce Japanese women.

As he was waiting for his flight to Japan at a terminal at John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York he was approached by a group of young WASP men who recognized him.

“Shruush V is that you? My man!!!” a male voice said.

Shruush V turned to see the group of young men approaching him with wide grins on their faces. “Hey guys, what’s up?” he replied with a smug grin. “We’re big fans of your work, man,” one of the men said as he shook Shruush V’s hand. “We’re actually heading to Eastern Europe for a sex tourism trip, and we’re basing our entire game plan on your books about that region.”

They were actually fans of his work who were about to embark upon their own sex tourism trip in Russia and other Easter European countries.

Shruush V smirked as he listened to the young men’s boasts. “Ah, you’re using my book as a guide,” he said, feigning admiration. “Good choice. You’ll have the time of your lives.”

The young men grinned back, clearly pleased with the recognition. “Yeah, man, your stuff is gold. We’ve been following your blog for years now,” one of them said, slapping Shruush V on the back.

Shruush V’s face lit up with excitement at the mention of his book. “That’s awesome, guys! You won’t be disappointed, I promise you that,” he said with a sly grin. “My techniques have been proven to work time and time again. Just make sure to use them on the right type of women, and you’ll have a great time.”

“We are looking forward to it. This gap year will be dah best year of our liveees bruuuh!” said one of the men in the group excitedly.

“So, where are your guys from?” Shruush V asked, wanting to know more about what kind of audience he was attracting.

 The men began to tell Shruush V about their privileged upbringings in Connecticut and their families’ connections to high society. They boasted about their wealth, their Ivy League educations, and their plans to live it up in Eastern Europe. They actually were a group of young white men from wealthy and well-connected WASP families. They had just graduated from Harvard Law School and passed the bar exam.

They decided to take a gap year to travel to as many Eastern European countries for the sole purpose of partying hard and having sex with as many beautiful Slavic women as possible. They began to describe how much they were looking forward to this trip and they were based on some of the books Shruush V wrote about on how to seduce Eastern European women.

“We’ve just graduated from Harvard Law School and passed the bar exam. But before we start our career as lawyers, we decided to take a gap year for partying hard in Russia and the rest of Eastern Europe! Hurrah!” said one man excitedly.

“Right on bro! Right on bro!” Another one of the men of the group excitedly said.

“But aren’t you worried about your job prospects? A gap year might look bad on your resume whenever your gap year is over, and you start looking for a job in a good law firm.” Shruush V asked

“Relax man, we’ve got nothing to worry about. My dad owns one of the biggest Law firms in New York city!” said a blond man in the group.

“We’re all from old money families in the Northeast. Our fathers and grandfathers were big names in finance and politics,” one of the men replied, puffing his chest out with pride.

Shruush V couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he listened to their bragging. He worked so hard for years to achieve his nomad lifestyle while these young men could get anything they want without having to lift a finger thanks to their money and connections. They had their whole lives ahead of them, filled with privilege and opportunity. But he quickly shook off the feeling and reminded himself that as a pick-up artist he was doing what he loved. And as long as he had that, he would be content.

Shruush V nodded approvingly. “Ah, the elite. I’ve always had a soft spot for those with power and influence,” he said with a smirk. But thought on his head “America is no longer the land of opportunity that my Irish ancestors came running to during the Great Famine in Ireland during the 19th century. It was all about having money and friends in high places, the system was rigged. America is now a land perpetuated by Cronyism and Nepotism in all spheres of society.”

The men chuckled, clearly enjoying the attention from Shruush V. “Yeah, we know how to have a good time,” one of them said, taking a swig of his water bottle.

Shruush V raised an eyebrow in interest. “Ah, I see. Well, in that case, I suppose you guys really have nothing to worry about,” he said with a wicked smile. “You can party as hard as you want and still come out on top. But let me tell you, the women in Eastern Europe are something else. You’re in for a real treat.”

Shruush V smiled, nodding along as he listened. He could see the dollar signs in his mind, imagining all the potential sales his books could make to wealthy, entitled men like these.

But then, a wicked thought crossed his mind. He could use his powers of seduction not to help these men have a good time, but to harm them instead. To lead them down a dark path of debauchery and destruction, all while lining his pockets with their money.

With a devious glint in his eye, Shruush V leaned in closer to the group of men. “You know what, guys? Forget what I said earlier. My techniques aren’t just for seducing women. They’re for manipulating people in general,” he said, his voice low and conspiratorial.

The men looked at him with confusion and a hint of suspicion. “What do you mean?” one of them asked.

 Shruush V felt a surge of satisfaction. These young men were exactly the kind of audience he wanted. Rich, entitled, and eager to indulge in their darkest desires without consequence. They were the perfect targets for his toxic ideas.

“I mean, you can use my techniques to get whatever you want from people. Money, power, influence. It’s all about knowing how to push their buttons,” Shruush V replied, a dark smile spreading across his face.

The men were hesitant at first, but as Shruush V spoke, they began to nod along in agreement. They wanted to be powerful, successful men, and if Shruush V could help them get there, then they were willing to listen to whatever he had to say.

And so, Shruush V began to teach them his dark arts of manipulation, leading them down a path of greed, lust, and deceit. Little did they know, they were playing right into his hands, and he was going to make them pay dearly for it.

Shruush V leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Well, if you’re ever in Japan, I know a few places that could really spice up your trip,” he said, his voice low and conspiratorial.

The men exchanged a look, intrigued. “Really? Like what?” one of them asked eagerly.

Shruush V grinned wickedly. “Let’s just say that Japan has a few secrets that are best left hidden from the rest of the world,” he said, his tone teasing.

The men were practically drooling with anticipation. “Tell us more,” one of them pleaded.

Shruush V leaned back in his seat, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Oh, you’ll have to come and see for yourself,” he said enigmatically. “But I promise you, it’ll be an experience you’ll never forget.”

The group of young men laughed and high-fived each other. “That’s what we like to hear, man!” one of them exclaimed. “We’re gonna take your advice from your books and posts and show those Eastern European babes a good time.”

Shruush V nodded approvingly. “Good.”

Shruush V grinned widely as he listened to the young men’s excited chatter. “Ah, I see my teachings have not gone to waste,” he said, patting one of them on the back. “You boys will have the time of your lives out there, trust me.”

One of the young men looked at him skeptically. “But what about all the negative press you’ve been getting lately? Aren’t you worried about getting cancelled or something?”

Shruush V scoffed. “Please, I’ve been doing this for years. I know all the tricks and how to cover my tracks. Besides, who’s going to stop me? The feminists? The mainstream media? Ha! They’re all just jealous of my success.”

The young men nodded, reassured by Shruush V’s confidence. “Yeah, you’re right. We’re not going to let them stop us either. Bwahahahahah!”

“Good,” Shruush V said, clapping his hands together. “Now, let me give you a few more tips before you head out. Remember, confidence is key. And never, ever take no for an answer.”

“Well, boys, I’ve got a flight to catch. Enjoy your trip,” Shruush V said, grabbing his carry-on bag and walking away from the group.

Excited for their adventure in Eastern Europe the group of men, who were talking to Shruush V, laughed and high-fived each other as they also made their way to their gate. Shruush V was feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. He had built a following of young men who idolized him and his twisted ideas. Little did he know this encounter would be one of the last times he would feel any sense of pride or accomplishment. As his trip to Japan would be his downfall.

As Shruush V walked away he could hear the young wealthy entitled Harvard graduates still complimenting his deeds “You’re the real deal bro! Keep up the good work!!!”

“suckers… Bwahahahahah!” Shruush V whispered without them being able to hear and chuckled as he continued walking towards his plane gate.

“If these privileged Ivy League boys are the best that America has to offer no wonder our country is falling apart,” thought Shruush V.

“Brightest minds of America my ass. Bwahahahahaha” thought Shruush as he chuckled and reached his gate in the airport.

As he boarded his flight to Japan, Shruush V couldn’t help but think about the young men he had just met. He knew that they would cause havoc wherever they went, leaving a trail of broken hearts and shattered lives in their wake. But he didn’t care. In his mind, they were just following his lead, living out the “alpha male” fantasies he had encouraged them to have.

Shruush V smiled to himself, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment in his influence over these young men. He knew that they would continue his legacy and spread his teachings throughout the world, “one vulnerable woman at a time” he devilish thought.

As he settled into his seat on the plane and waited for the plane to start taking off, he pulled out his phone and began to draft a new blog post, filled with tips and tricks for how to seduce Japanese women. He chuckled to himself, thinking about how easy it was to manipulate and control them with his “game”.

As the plane took off, Shruush V couldn’t help but feel his excitement growing. The thought of being surrounded by beautiful Japanese women with their perfect petite feet was too much for him to handle. He tried to focus on his blog post, but his mind kept wandering to his sexual fantasies. When the seatbelt sign finally turned off, he couldn’t resist any longer. He quickly made his way to the bathroom, and as soon as he locked the door, he began to pleasure himself. He unzipped his pants. His hand moved quickly, imagining the touch of soft Japanese feet on his body. He moaned softly as he came, splattering his seed all over the sink and mirror. His mind was filled with images of Japanese women moaning with pleasure as he had sex with them and worshipped their pretty Asian feet. He finished quickly, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that this was only the beginning of his adventures in Japan, and he couldn’t wait to get there to explore every inch of the country, especially the feet of its beautiful women.

As he emerged from the bathroom, Shruush V noticed a flight attendant giving him a disapproving look. She knew that he didn’t go there to pee or do number two. She could smell the fishy odor of semen that was coming out of the plane’s bathroom. He simply smirked at her, relishing the thought that he was above the rules and social norms of society.

Settling back into his seat, he continued to write his blog post, allowing his imagination to run wild with fantasies about the petite Japanese women he was sure to encounter on his trip. The more he wrote, the more aroused he became, unable to contain himself any longer again. He discreetly glanced around the cabin to make sure no one was looking, and then reached into his pants to beat a quick one right there in his seat, fantasizing about those beautiful Japanese women with their perfect stinky feet. After he finished, he quickly adjusted his clothing and resumed writing his blog post, feeling pleased with himself for indulging in his dark desires and being able to get away from masturbating in public. Shruush V was a depraved man that didn’t care about conforming to the laws and ethics of society. For his wicked mind laws were meant to be broken. He thought that he was the biggest smartass of the whole universe.

As Shruush V finished writing his blog post, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in his latest controversial work. Imagining the comments and likes pouring in his blog of his loyal red pill followers complimenting his latest edgy piece. After working so hard he decided that he would get some sleep as the plane continued to move to its destination in Japan. As Shruush V drifted off to his well-deserved sleep, he dreamt of all the Japanese women he would soon have at his disposal. In his dreams, he could see their dainty feet and delicate feminine Asian features, all waiting for him to come and claim them. He grinned in his sleep, feeling a sense of power and control that he had never experienced before.

When he awoke, the plane was almost in Tokyo, only 4 more hours left before he landed in Japan.  He could feel the excitement building inside him. He couldn’t wait to explore this new world and all the beautiful women that awaited him.

As soon as the planed landed and reached its destination Shruush V stepped off the plane, he took a deep breath of the fresh Japanese air and felt a thrill run through his body. He knew that this was just the beginning of his adventure, and he was ready to seize every opportunity that came his way. With a wicked smirk on his face, he made his way to the customs desk, ready to start his new life as the ultimate seducer of Japanese women and write about his sexual achievements in the land of the rising to his red pilled followers.

As he approached left the customs desk, Shruush V couldn’t help but notice a group of young Japanese women giggling and whispering to each other nearby in the airport. His eyes immediately fixated on their petite feet, and he couldn’t resist the urge to approach them.

With a smooth and confident stride, he made his way over to the girls and flashed them a charming smile. “Konnichiwa, ladies,” he said in a low, seductive voice. “Are you all from around here? I’m new in town and looking for someone to show me around.”

The girls giggled and blushed, clearly charmed by his bold approach. One of them even took a step closer to him and batted her eyelashes. “Sure, we’d love to show you around!” she said in broken English.

Shruush V grinned to himself, knowing that he had already won them over. He mentally made a note to include this encounter in his next blog post, which he was sure would make his followers salivate with envy.

Little did he know that his own twisted desires would soon lead him down a dark path, one from which he may never return. His trip to Japan would be a turning point in his life. The country of the rising sun had secrets to teach him, and the lessons would not be gentle. Shruush V would be forced to confront his deepest fears and prejudices, to face his own shadows, and realize the true meaning of power and submission. In other words, his world would soon come crashing down when he met Akiko, a Japanese woman who would challenge his beliefs and force him to confront the harm he was causing to others.

This is the story of Shruush V, a man who thought he knew everything about women, but in the end, he learned the hard way that true wisdom lies in humility and respect. His journey would be marked by pain, pleasure, and transformation, and he would never be the same again.

As Shruush V walks the streets of Japan, he can’t help but feel a sense of superiority over the locals. He sees them as easy targets, their culture, and customs ripe for exploitation. He begins to approach women, using his charm and manipulation tactics to get what he wants.

“Ah, Japan. Finally, a new hunting ground for me. These Japanese women won’t know what hit them. I’ll use my pick-up artist skills to seduce them and then discard them like trash. Who cares if I’m exploiting their culture? I’m entitled to take whatever I want. After all, isn’t that what the world is all about? Taking what you want and leaving the rest behind.”

Shruush V’s eyes lit up with excitement as he gazed upon the neon lights of Tokyo. He knew that he would have no problem finding willing partners here. As he walked through the bustling streets, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of superiority over the Japanese men around him.

“Pathetic little soyboys,” he thought to himself. “They have no idea how to treat a woman.”

He made his way to a popular nightclub and began scanning the crowd for his next conquest. It didn’t take long for him to spot a group of young, attractive Japanese women giggling and dancing together.

Shruush V sauntered over to them and immediately began using his tried-and-true pick-up lines. The women seemed receptive, but Shruush V could tell that they were a bit hesitant.

Without missing a beat, he slipped a pill into one of their drinks while they weren’t looking. He knew that it was wrong, but he didn’t care. In his mind, this was just another tool in his arsenal of seduction.

The night went on and Shruush V found himself surrounded by a group of adoring women. They hung on to his every word and one of them eagerly followed him back to his rented apartment.

Shruush V brought the Japanese woman back to his rented apartment in Tokyo, where he wasted no time getting down to business. As they had sex, he couldn’t help but notice her delicate feet, and before long he was sniffing and kissing them with abandon.

“Oh, you like my feet?” the woman asked, surprised but not exactly displeased.

“Oh yes, they’re exquisite,” Shruush V replied, his lust taking over any sense of propriety.

As he continued to pleasure himself with her feet, the woman’s moans of pleasure spurred him on.

But as he lay there, basking in his own sense of accomplishment, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. It was fleeting, of course, but it was there.

Shruush V looked at the woman in front of him, her petite frame trembling with anticipation. He grinned wickedly, admiring her delicate feet with their painted toes and perfectly pedicured nails.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her towards him, his arousal growing stronger. “I’m going to enjoy you.”

He pressed his lips to hers, hungrily kissing her as he slipped his hand between her thighs. She moaned, her body arching towards him as he began to pleasure her.

As their bodies entwined, Shruush V couldn’t help but focus on her feet, the sweet scent of her skin filling his nostrils. He couldn’t resist the urge to sniff and kiss them, his tongue flicking out to taste her delicate toes.

The woman moaned and gasped, her pleasure mounting as Shruush V continued to explore her body. He reveled in her submission, feeling a rush of power as she writhed beneath him.

Afterward, he lay beside her, his arm draped possessively over her body. “That was fun,” he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Maybe I’ll keep you around for a little longer.”

The woman smiled weakly, clearly exhausted from their intense session. Shruush V grinned, already thinking about what other pleasures he could indulge in during his time in Japan.

But he quickly pushed those feelings aside and drifted off to sleep, already planning his next move.

Shruush V woke up to find the Japanese woman snuggled up next to him, her head resting on his chest. He could feel her breath on his skin, and he ran his fingers through her hair, feeling a sense of satisfaction at his conquest.

As he lay there, he couldn’t help but feel inspired. He grabbed his laptop and began typing furiously, writing down his experiences and observations about Japanese women. He wrote about their beauty, their culture, and the ways in which he had successfully seduced them.

As he was writing, the woman stirred and opened her eyes. She looked up at him with a smile, and then wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. Shruush V felt a rush of pride and power, knowing that he had successfully conquered yet another woman.

He pushed her off him, telling her he had work to do, and resumed typing. The woman looked slightly hurt but didn’t say anything. Shruush V didn’t care – he was on a mission to become the world’s greatest seducer, and nothing would stand in his way.

After his one-night stand with the Japanese woman, Shruush V felt a rush of inspiration. He continued typing furiously on his laptop, the words flowing easily from his fingertips.

“This is it,” he thought to himself. “This is the book that will change the game for all men who come to Japan seeking women.”

He titled the document “Seducing Japanese Women: A Guide to Conquering the Land of the Rising Sun” and began outlining the chapters. He started with the basics: how to approach Japanese women, what to say, what not to say. Then he moved on to more advanced techniques: how to use body language to your advantage, how to detect signals of interest, and how to escalate the interaction to the next level.

As he wrote, Shruush V felt a sense of power and control wash over him. He was no longer just a simple traveler, he was a master seducer, a conqueror of women. He smiled to himself as he typed, envisioning the success that lay ahead.

But deep down, he knew that this red pill book, that he was writing was not just about sharing his knowledge with others. It was about validating his own actions, justifying the way he treated women. It was a way to make himself feel better about the harm he was causing and of course profit from his controversial ideology.

And so, he continued writing, fueled by the thrill of the hunt and the desire to be seen as a hero in the eyes of other men like him.

A few minutes passed and as the Japanese woman was about to get up from their bed still naked from last night’s sex, he slapped her butt and tells her to go make him some breakfast to him.

 “What? What time is it?” the Japanese woman groggily said while getting up

 “Time to get up and make me breakfast, my little geisha.” (Slaps her butt again) Shruush V says smirking.

“Hey, what gives you the right to treat me like that? I am not your slave!” the Japanese woman playfully says.

Shruush V: (laughing) Oh, but you are. You are my possession, my property, my toy. And you will do as I say, or else.

 “Fine. I will make you breakfast, but only because you are handsome. After that I hope that we can go out and have some fun baby!” said the Japanese woman.

Shruush V: (angrily) You dare threaten me? I am not someone to be trifled with. If you try to leave, I will hunt you down and make you regret it. You belong to me, and you will do as I say, or else. (smirks) But for now, go make me some eggs. And don’t forget the bacon.

Japanese woman: (fearfully) Yes, master. (gets up naked and starts making breakfast)

Shruush V: (to himself) That’s right, little geisha. You belong to me now. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

Shruush V used his wee-wee to penetrate her deeply, and they both felt the thrill of forbidden pleasure coursing through their bodies. As he thrust harder and faster, she continued to say “yees yess” in her cute Japanese accent, urging him on to even greater heights of ecstasy. All the while, she kept using the fridge, not letting their steamy encounter get in the way of making a delicious breakfast.

As Shruush V continued to bang the Japanese woman from behind, she moaned in pleasure with her Japanese accent, “yees yess.” With each thrust, Shruush V could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, the woman reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of syrup. Without a word, she poured it all over her naked body, and Shruush V could feel himself getting even more turned on. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back towards him, pounding her even harder than before.

Afterwards they both got down on the kitchen floor and Shruush V started licking all her body parts, including her feet, that were covered with syrup.

As Shruush V continued licking the syrup off the Japanese woman’s body, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of power and dominance. He knew that he had complete control over her, and he relished in the feeling. He continued to lick and suck on her feet, enjoying the taste of the syrup mixed with her sweat. The woman moaned and writhed underneath him, completely under his control. This was what he lived for, the feeling of absolute power and control over women. And he would do anything to keep it.

Shruush V savored the taste of the sweet syrup on the woman’s skin as he licked her from head to toe. He lingered on her feet, sucking each toe into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them. The woman moaned in ecstasy, running her fingers through his hair.

As he made his way up her body, he reached her mouth and plunged his tongue inside, tasting the sweet syrup mixed with the taste of her lips. Their bodies entwined on the kitchen floor, with Shruush V taking control, flipping her onto her back and thrusting himself inside of her once again.

The woman clawed at his back, urging him on with her moans of pleasure. Shruush V felt his own release approaching, and he pounded her harder and faster, desperate to reach his climax. With one final thrust, he exploded inside of her, his body shaking with pleasure.

As the two continued to pleasure each other, they both knew that they were doing something forbidden and taboo. But at that moment, nothing else mattered except for the pleasure they were experiencing.

As they lay there, panting and sweaty, Shruush V felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. This was what he lived for, the thrill of the hunt and the pleasure of the conquest. He knew he would never change his ways, and he would continue to seek out new adventures in the world of seduction.

After their hot and steamy session, the two sat down at the kitchen table to eat breakfast. Shruush V, still panting from the exertion, turned to the Japanese woman and asked, “So, what’s your deal? Are you a freak in bed or was that just a fluke?” The woman laughed, “I am a freak, but only for the right guy.” Shruush V smiled and nodded approvingly. “That was some good sex. I could definitely see us doing this again sometime. Morning sex is one of dah best ones!” The woman nodded and they both continued eating their breakfast in silence, enjoying the aftermath of their wild encounter.

“So, what do you do when you’re not cooking breakfast naked for strangers?” he asked with a smirk.

The Japanese woman smiled and replied, “I work at a flower shop in Tokyo. It’s a small business, but I love it.”

Shruush V scoffed at her response, “A flower shop? How boring. You could be doing so much more with your life, like being a trophy wife to a wealthy man, or a high-end escort for the elite.” He took a sip of his coffee, “But I guess some people just prefer to live a mediocre existence.”

The Japanese woman looked at him with a mixture of confusion and disgust, “Excuse me? Just because I don’t want to sell my body for money doesn’t mean my life is mediocre. I have a passion for flowers and making people happy with them. That’s more fulfilling than any empty sex with a stranger like you.”

Shruush V’s face turned red with anger, “How dare you talk to me like that? You’re nothing but a lowly flower girl. You should be grateful that I even gave you the time of day, let alone a good time in bed.”

The woman stood up from the table, “I think it’s time for me to leave. I don’t tolerate people disrespecting me.”

Shruush V laughed, “You can go I don’t care! I can get any woman I want in Tokyo, because Japanese women love American man! You’re nothing but a desperate whore trying to make a quick buck.”

Little did Shruush V know that this Japanese woman knew some badass Karate moves.

 The Japanese woman clenched her fists in anger, “That’s it, I’ve had enough of your disrespect.” With lightning-fast reflexes, she delivered a powerful side kick to Shruush V’s face, knocking him down onto the floor. He groaned in pain as he tasted the blood in his mouth.

The woman stood over him, “I may be a flower girl, but I know how to defend myself. You Americans think you can just come here and disrespect us, but we won’t stand for it. You’re lucky I didn’t do more damage.”

Shruush V felt humiliated and angry, but strangely aroused by the display of power from the woman. He could smell the sweat from her feet that had now covered his face and it made him even more aroused. He tried to brush it off and act tough, “You may have kicked my ass. But I will find another Japanese girlfriend you can’t stop me! I’m the god of seduction.”

The woman crouched and leaned in close to Shruush V’s face, who was still lying on the floor after getting knocked down by her bare feet, and slapped him across the face, “One day you will get what you really deserve for treating us women like trash! I feel so sorry for you! You are such a pathetic little man. Remember, karma is a bitch!”

While Shruush V still thought that getting slapped by her was arousing his twisted mind was hoping that by insulting her further he would cause her to stomp and mash his face with her pretty petite Japanese feet soles. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as he planned.  He would have to do with only her slap as things didn’t go exactly as he wished. Shruush V had a dark secret, when he wanted to dump one of his girlfriends, subconsciously he enjoyed pushing their buttons hoping to get an angry reaction from them which would cause them to humiliate him in some way before leaving him, this aroused him sexually.

After getting dressed the woman scoffed and walked out of the apartment, leaving Shruush V lying on the floor, feeling a mix of pain and arousal.

 As she stormed out of  Shruush V’s rented apartment crying, he began muttering curses under his breath. He had never been so humiliated in his life. But the truth is Shruush V only proved how much of a narcissistic asshole he was. He was becoming a monster.

“Ha! That’s what she gets for thinking she could just use me for a night of pleasure and then leave like I meant nothing. She should be grateful I even gave her the time of day,” Shruush V said to himself as he slammed the door behind her.

“Loseeerr!!! One day someone will teach you a lesson!!!!” she kept screaming in the halls of the building as she walked away from his apartment.

But deep down, he knew he was just trying to convince himself that he wasn’t the problem. He had a long history of treating women poorly, using them for his own pleasure and then discarding them like trash. He had never stopped to consider how his actions might be hurting others.

Shruush V was a twisted and disturbed individual, finding pleasure in the pain and humiliation of himself and others. His desire for getting stomped by this Japanese woman’s feet was just one manifestation of his depravity, as he hoped to push her to the point of violence and further degrade himself in the process. His twisted mind enjoyed the idea of causing emotional distress in his partners, hoping to provoke a reaction that would allow him to indulge in his darkest desires before disposing of them like trash. It was clear that Shruush V was a dangerous and unstable individual who needed to be stopped before he could cause any more harm.

“Who cares what she thinks anyway? I’m the one in charge here. I’ll just find another woman to satisfy my needs. They all fall for my charm eventually,” he thought to himself as he poured himself a drink.

But as he sat alone in his apartment drinking some bottles of beer, the reality of his empty and meaningless existence began to weigh on him. He realized that no amount of sex or power could fill the void inside him. He was alone and unhappy.

“I am a god among men, and yet I am nothing. What is the point of it all?” he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own despair.

In that moment, Shruush V realized that he had been living a lie. His obsession with power and control had blinded him to the true value of human connection and empathy. He had been living a life devoid of love, compassion, and meaning. But unfortunately, his ego was too big for him to change his ways and become a better man. He would continue indulging in meaningless one night-stands dumping one girl after another in a never-ending vicious cycle of his search for validation. However, little did he knew that the day he would meet a woman who would teach him a lesson for disrespecting other women was getting closer.

Over the next few days he continued his vicious nihilistic cycle of going to endless Tokyo nightclubs to flirt with women hoping to bring one back to his rented apartment for a one night-stand. Some nights he succeeded others he came back home empty-handed. Nevertheless, every day he continued writing his book about how to seduce Japanese women.

He spent hours each day typing away at his computer, using his past experiences as inspiration for his guide. He wrote about the importance of being confident, dominant, and assertive. He believed that by following his tactics, any man could have the power to seduce and manipulate women.

One day when he was alone at his apartment in Tokyo feeling tired and not wanting to go to a nightclub that night Shruush V called over the internet his old friend Zullu Zumazzi, another famous pickup artist and redpill blogger. After a few rings, Zullu answered the call.

“Hey Zullu whats up my man. Hope I didn’t interrupt your sleep or anything. I don’t know what time it is in America. I didn’t think about checking before calling you sorry!” said Shruush V

Zullu: “Hey man, what’s up? No worries, I wasn’t sleeping! It’s been a while since we last talked.”

Shruush V: “Hey Zullu, how’s it going? I’m actually in Japan right now, having the time of my life.”

Zullu: “Japan? That’s interesting. How’s the dating scene there?”

Shruush V: “Oh man, it’s crazy. The girls here are so easy. I’ve been going to nightclubs every night and bringing back a different girl to my place almost every time.”

Zullu: “That sounds like paradise. You know, I’ve always wanted to visit Japan. I hear the women are submissive and eager to please.”

Shruush V: “Yeah, they really are. I’m actually writing a book about it. It’s going to be the ultimate guide to seducing Japanese women.”

Zullu: “That’s amazing, man. You’re really living the dream.”

Shruush V: “I know, right? I never thought it would be this easy. And the best part is, they’re all so petite and cute. It’s like they were made for us.”

Zullu: “I can’t wait to read your book, man. You should come back to the States and we can do a book tour together.”

Shruush V: “That sounds like a great idea. We can teach all the American guys how to pick up Japanese women. They’ll never go back to American girls again.”

Zullu: “Haha, yeah, they’ll be lining up to buy our book. You’re a genius, Shruush V.”

Shruush V: “Thanks, man. I’m just living the redpill life.”

The call ended with Shruush V feeling validated and accomplished, eager to continue his conquests in Japan and share his knowledge with the world throughout the latest seduction book that he was writing.

But deep down, Shruush V knew that his book was nothing more than a glorification of his own ego. He knew that his tactics were not based on mutual respect and love, but rather on manipulation and deceit. He was not writing a guide to help men find meaningful connections with women, but rather a guide to stroke his own ego and fuel his narcissism

Despite this realization, Shruush V continued to write his book, convinced that it would bring him fame and fortune. He was blinded by his own selfish desires and could not see the harm he was causing to others.

He spent the remainder of that day writing as many pages as he could for his seduction book, until he had writer’s block. As nighttime came, feeling too tired and unable to keep his creative juices flowing in order to continue writing his book, he decided to take a break. He drank a few bottles of beer and became totally drunk; therefore, he crashed in bed.  That night he had a weird nightmare. He dreamt that he was with some Samurai Warriors inside a Shiro (Japanese Castle).

In his dream, Shruush V was dressed in traditional samurai clothing, and he was being confronted by a group of angry samurai warriors holding their katanas. They were shouting at him in Japanese, and he couldn’t understand a word they were saying. He noticed that he didn’t have any weapon to defend himself. Feeling frightened and threatened he did his best to outsmart them and run away from them going through endless halls inside the Japanese Castle, he tried to find a room to hide but all doors were locked.

As he continued to run between the endless maze of corridors hopping to save his ass from the Samurai Warriors, he accidentally took a turn for a dead-end corridor. When he was about to backtrack, he saw from far away the shadow of the samurai warriors getting close to him. He had nowhere to go, but wait for his fatal destiny.

As the samurai warriors surrounded him, a beautiful Japanese woman dressed in traditional clothing appeared in front of Shruush V. She glared at him with piercing eyes, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

When one of the samurai warriors was about to draw his katana to attack Shruush V the woman told him to stop.

“Stop!” she commanded. “If you continue down this path of manipulation and disrespect towards women, you will pay the price for your crimes.”

Shruush V was taken aback by her sudden appearance, but he couldn’t deny the truth in her words. He had been living a life devoid of any empathy or compassion towards others, especially women, and it had brought him nothing but misery.

The woman continued, “You must understand that true happiness and fulfillment in life come from building meaningful relationships with others, not just from shallow one-night stands.”

Shruush V felt a sense of shame wash over him. He had been so focused on his own pleasure and validation that he had never stopped to consider how his actions affected those around him.

“I understand,” he said, bowing his head in shame. “I will try to do better.”

The woman nodded approvingly warning him that if he didn’t change soon justice would give him what he really deserved by being such a douchebag and then she suddenly disappeared, leaving Shruush V alone with his thoughts and surrounded by the hostile Samurai Warriors.

Suddenly, one of the samurai warriors drew his katana and lunged at Shruush V. He woke up frightened in a cold sweat, realizing that his dream was a reflection of his guilt and fear of facing the consequences of his actions.

He checked the clock, and it was four in the morning. “What a crazy nightmare I had, I guess I shouldn’t have drunk as many bottles of this weird Japanese beer” thought Shruush V.

He sat up in bed, feeling a sense of unease wash over him. He knew that he had to make a change, that he had to stop treating women like objects and start treating them with respect. But the thought of changing his ways scared him. He had built his entire identity around being a pickup artist, and he didn’t know who he would be without it. Unfortunately, while he got scared of the warning, he got in that dream it wasn’t enough for him to bother to change his way. As the days passed, he completely forgot about it and continued his endless spree of one-night stands in Tokyo and kept writing about it. He didn’t take the warning of that Japanese woman with any seriousness at all as the days passed, he completely buried this nightmare into his subconscious in an attempt to forget about it.

Little did he know, his actions would eventually catch up to him and he would eventually face the consequences of his reckless and manipulative behavior. The land of the rising sun is a place where justice is always served.

Chapter 2 

Yu (Courage): 

Shruush V faces challenges and obstacles in his pursuit of Japanese women, but his confidence and arrogance give him the courage to keep going. 

 

As Shruush V continued his toxic behavior of pumping and dumping Japanese women he met in pubs and nightclubs for one nightstand, he couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling that something was missing from his life. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of emptiness and loneliness that no amount of alcohol, drugs or sex could fill. Despite that he continued looking for happiness by fulfilling his “alpha male” fantasies in Tokyo and writing his book about it. 

As he continued to ignore the warning, he got from the nightmare he had a week ago and continue to go down his destructive path, the universe had other plans for him. One night, as he was leaving a nightclub, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see a group of angry women standing in front of him, their eyes filled with fury. 

“We know who you are,” one of them said, her voice shaking with anger. “We know what you do. And we’re not going to stand for it anymore.” 

Shruush V’s heart raced as he realized the gravity of the situation. He tried to back away, but the women closed in on him, their voices growing louder and angrier by the second. 

“You’re going to pay for what you’ve done,” another woman spat, her eyes burning with rage. “You’re going to pay for the pain and suffering you’ve caused to women.” 

Shruush V tried to apologize, tried to explain himself, but his words fell on deaf ears. The women were not interested in his apologies or excuses. They wanted justice, and they were going to get it. 

Shruush V began to try to run away from them. “Crazy feminists they will never get me! Bwhahahaha!” 

He began to run in the streets from the angry Japanese women that wanted to teach him a lesson once and for all! 

“If I get out of this alive. I’m going to write in my seduction book for people to never go to that nightclub. It’s full of crazy feminists!” thought Shruush V as he continued sprinting away from the female mob chasing him. 

Similarly, to the nightmare he had a week ago, he took a turn for a dark dead-end alley street hoping to distract the mob of angry Japanese women that was chasing him. 

“Was that distressing dream a Déjà vu disguised as nightmare?” Shruush thought to himself as he began to have flashbacks of the nightmare, he had in which the Samurai Warriors surrounded him at the end just like these spiteful women were doing now. 

“We know you are hiding there. You got nowhere to go, give up and show yourself and we will be merciful.” they said as they started coming towards the dark alley where he was hiding. 

While hiding behind a trash dumpster he leaned his head up and saw that the angry mob of females were closing in on his position Shruush V knew that he had to think fast otherwise he would probably be lynched. 

That was when he noticed a manhole cover on the floor and knowing he didn’t have many options left as the feminists were about to find him, he decided to get inside the Tokyo sewers hoping to escape the angry mob of feminists that was pursuing him. 

Shruush V grinned mischievously to himself as he lifted the manhole cover and climbed down into the dark, damp sewers below. The stench was overpowering, but he didn’t care as long as it kept him safe from the angry mob of women above. 

 “This will stink, but It’s my only chance of surviving.” he thought as he got inside the stinky Tokyo sewers full of rats, cockroaches, trash and an awful smell.  He quickly closed the sewer lid hoping the women wouldn’t notice he got inside there and started walking as far as possible from them 

As he descended deeper and deeper into the underground tunnels, Shruush V began to feel a sense of freedom that he had never felt before. It felt like a different world, where the darkness inside him could be free without being judged by anyone. Despite being a stinky and dirty place, it was a place where outcasts and those forgotten by society were safe and free.  It was almost poetic. He was no longer bound by society’s rules and expectations. He could do whatever he wanted without fear of repercussions or judgement. He was proud that he was able to get away from his pursuers. 

As he continued walking through the tunnels, admiring the beautiful graffiti and murals that decorated the walls. He could feel a sense of camaraderie with the people he saw down here, even if he didn’t know them. He thought that they were just like him, geniuses simply misunderstood by society and unable to fit in. 

As he walked, he saw a group of people that looked like beggars gathered around a makeshift stage, cheering and clapping. Curious, Shruush V made his way over to them and saw that they were watching a small band playing shamisen and Japanese folk music. The sound was raw and unpolished, but it was filled with passion and energy. 

For a moment, Shruush V forgot about his troubles and joined in with the crowd, dancing and swaying to the beat echoing the sewers of Tokyo. It was liberating to let go of his inhibitions and just be in the moment it was as if they were connected to each other, not letting society dictate to them what happiness is. He realized that there was a different kind of beauty in the simplicity of their lives. They didn’t have much, but they had each other and that was enough. As the music ended and the crowd of beggars began to disperse, Shruush V felt a sense of contentment wash over him. He was surprised by how these people, who were considered outcasts, were way more hospitable and receptive than those that lived above in their skyscrapers and busy lives with their wage-based jobs. It seemed that when together they could somehow find happiness in their misery. 

Shruush V realized that despite they were being down the poverty line and considered the lowest of the lowest classes the people down here were not bound by the societal norms and expectations that governed the lives of those aboveground. After all they didn’t have anything to lose or win, unlike those living above who had to comply with society’s expectations. They were free to be who they wanted to be and do what they wanted to do and had no prejudices ingrained in their minds. It was a refreshing change from the rigid and structured life he had been seeing people from above leading. It was like getting out of the Matrix. Maybe being free from society’s eyes was a blessing? 

He continued to walk through the tunnels, splashing through the filthy water as he went. After a while, he came across another group of homeless people who had made their homes down here. They looked at him with suspicion but didn’t try to stop him as he passed. 

After he walked for hours inside the sewers when he knew that he was very far from the mob that was looking for him he opened another manhole cover and got out in a street 

Finally, after what felt like hours, Shruush V emerged from the sewers into a deserted part of Tokyo. He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized that he had escaped the angry mob of women. 

“I need a fucking shower. I smell like shit. What a crazy night!” 

As he walked out of the deserted alley and back into the bright lights of Tokyo, Shruush V felt a newfound sense of purpose. He knew that his life would never be the same again, but he was excited to see where this journey would take him. He felt as if he had finally found a community where he truly belonged, where his darkness and his creativity could thrive without judgment. He hoped that he could go back there someday to find solace and comfort if he ever needed. It was as if the Tokyo Sewers were his own little wonderland, and the manhole covers scattered across Tokyo were his rabbit holes to access them. He felt like Alice. 

As he was walking back to his apartment an old Japanese man that was walking in the opposite direction and got close to him as he crossed paths with him, he could smell the horrible stink coming off Shruush V, who got it from walking inside the sewers. “Your gaijins are a bunch of uncivilized savages! In Japan people take showers every day. Your American pigs need to learn some manners.” said the old man in English with his strong Japanese accent. 

“Stupid old man” Shruush V mumbled to himself as he continued walking the streets of Tokyo to get back to his apartment as soon as possible. He couldn’t wait to get a good shower and clean himself. 

Shruush V just walked away, ignoring the old man’s insults and mumbling to himself about how he didn’t need to take advice from some random racist old man on the street. He was too preoccupied with the events of the night and getting back to his apartment to care about the opinions of strangers. 

As he walked, he could feel the weight of the night’s events weighing on him. He couldn’t believe that he had been chased by an angry mob of feminist Japanese women and had to hide in the sewers to escape. He knew that he had to be more careful in the future and avoid getting into situations like that again. 

Finally, he arrived back at his apartment building and quickly made his way inside. He took the elevator up to his floor and fumbled with his keys as he tried to open the door to his apartment. As soon as he stepped inside, he kicked off his shoes and headed straight for the bathroom. 

He turned on the shower and let the hot water wash over him, washing away the filth and stench of the sewer. As he stood there, he couldn’t help but reflect on the events of the night and wonder what would happen if he ever encountered the angry mob of feminist Japanese women again. He knew that he had to be prepared for anything and that he couldn’t let his guard down. scrubbing away the filth of the sewer water from his skin. As he got dressed, he couldn’t help but think about what had just happened. 

He knew that he needed to debrief with someone who would understand, so he picked up his phone and dialed his old friend Zullu Zumazzi, who was also a pickup artist and red pill blogger. 

  

“Yo, Zullu. You won’t believe what just happened tonight,” Shruush V exclaimed as soon as his friend answered the call. 

  

“What happened? Did you score with a hot Japanese chick?” Zullu replied with excitement in his voice. 

  

Shruush V hesitated for a moment before he began to tell the story of the angry mob of feminist women who had chased him through the streets of Tokyo. Zullu listened intently, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as Shruush V recounted the details of his narrow escape. 

“Bro, I had the craziest night,” Shruush said, his voice shaking with excitement. “I went to this nightclub and ended up getting chased by a mob of angry feminists.” 

 “That’s insane, bro. You’re lucky to be alive,” Zullu said once Shruush V had finished telling his story. “But you know what? This just proves my point. These feminists are out of control, man. They’re trying to take over the world, and we need to stop them.” 

“Did you manage to get away?” Zullu asked puzzled and amused by what happened to Shruush V tonight 

“Yeah, barely. As I was running away from them, I took a turn for a dead-end. At that moment I thought that they would’ve pinned me down as they were coming towards the dead-end alley that I was. But then I saw a manhole cover and had the idea of getting inside the sewers. I had to hide in the Tokyo sewers for hours before I could finally get out and make my way back to my apartment,” Shruush explained. 

Zullu let out a low whistle. “You’re lucky you made it out alive. Those feminists are no joke.” 

Shruush V couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as he listened to Zullu’s rant. He knew that he had played a part in creating the toxic culture that had led to this situation, but instead of deciding to make a change all he cared was to continue profiting from his followers in order to keep up with his nomad lifestyle, he loved to travel around the world. 

He just nodded along with Zullu’s words, knowing that he needed to be more careful when picking a nightclub to try his “alpha male “moves if he wanted to stay in the game of seduction in Japan. 

Zullu paused for a moment before speaking again. “You know, maybe it’s time for us to start thinking about our safety a little more seriously. We can’t keep taking risks like this and putting ourselves in danger.” 

Shruush was taken aback by Zullu’s sudden concern. “What are you suggesting?” 

“I don’t know, maybe we should start thinking about taking some self-defense classes or something. Or at least be more careful about the venues we go to,” Zullu replied. 

Shruush thought about it for a moment. He knew that Zullu was right. They couldn’t keep living recklessly and putting themselves in danger. “Yeah, you’re right. Maybe it’s time for us to start thinking more seriously about our safety.” 

The two friends continued to talk for a while longer, discussing their experiences and the risks they faced as pickup artists and red pill bloggers. It was a sobering conversation, but one that left them both feeling more aware and prepared for whatever the future might hold for red pilled men like them. 

Deep down, Shruush V realized that he had been living in a bubble, surrounded by his own lies and delusions. He had hurt so many women, and he had never stopped to think about the consequences of his actions. But now, as he reflected back on the experience, he had tonight of stooding before a group of angry women who were demanding justice, he knew that one day he would’ve to face the consequences of his actions. Despite what happened tonight, he refused change his so-called “redpill” ways and continued on his quest to write the best seduction book ever for western man that wanted to come to Japan to “bang” Asian women. Shruush V was a very stubborn man his ego made him blind to the dangers that his ideology was causing to his wellbeing and the world. 

Shruush V had been avoiding nightclubs in that region of Tokyo for a while after his run-in with the angry mob of Japanese women. But one day, his curiosity got the better of him and he decided to go to a club in that region again that he had heard was frequented by foreigners because the chicks in there were an easy catch. 

As he was scanning the crowd, he saw her. The woman from his nightmare. The one who looked exactly like Akane. His heart started racing, and he could feel his palms getting sweaty. 

  

Shruush V’s eyes fell upon Akiko as she approached him at the nightclub. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu as she looked exactly like the woman from his nightmare a few weeks ago. Her jet-black hair fell in soft waves down her back, and her almond-shaped eyes were the color of dark chocolate. Her skin was porcelain white, and her lips were painted a bright red. 

  

She was dressed in a tight-fitting red dress that accentuated her curves, and she wore high heels that added a few inches to her already impressive height. Shruush V was struck by how effortlessly beautiful she was, with her sharp, symmetrical features and elegant posture. 

  

As she approached him, he felt a wave of nervousness wash over him. He had never felt this way before, but there was something about Akiko that made him feel alive. He couldn’t help but stare at her, transfixed by her beauty. 

  

“Hi, I’m Akiko,” she said with a smile, interrupting his thoughts. 

  

Shruush V couldn’t believe it. He had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He struck up a conversation with her, and before he knew it, they were dancing together on the crowded dance floor. 

While they were dancing, he decided to take a glance at her feet. He noticed that she was wearing high heels, but the tops of her feet were still visible. Her toes are small and delicate, with perfectly manicured nails painted in a shade of red that matches her lipstick. The arches of her feet are high, and the skin is smooth and soft to the touch. Seeing them bare and exposed in your presence, she noticed Shruush V’s gaze fixated on her feet and smiles knowingly, as if she enjoys the attention. 

 Shruush V quickly composed himself and introduced himself. They began to talk, and he found himself drawn in by her wit, intelligence, and charm. As the night wore on, they danced together, and he found himself lost in her intoxicating presence. 

As the night wore on, they moved to a quieter corner of the club where they could talk. Shruush V couldn’t shake the feeling that he had met her before. He decided to ask her about it. 

As they moved to a quieter area in the nightclub, Shruush V couldn’t resist Akiko’s physical allure. He pulled her close, feeling the softness of her skin and the delicate curves of her body against his. Their lips met in a fiery embrace, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths with reckless abandon. Shruush V’s hands roamed over Akiko’s body, tracing the contours of her curves and admiring her petite frame. With every passing moment, he felt himself becoming more and more entranced by her. He knew that he had to have her, no matter the cost. 

  

As they continued to make out, Shruush V’s mind was racing with thoughts of how he could take things further with Akiko. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have met someone so beautiful and captivating. 

  

Akiko seemed to sense his thoughts and pulled away from him, looking deep into his eyes. “I don’t usually do this,” she said softly, “but there’s something about you that I can’t resist.” 

  

Shruush V grinned, feeling a sense of triumph. He knew that he had Akiko right where he wanted her. 

  

They continued to make out, their bodies pressed tightly together. Shruush V couldn’t help but notice how petite and delicate Akiko’s feet were, and he became fixated on them. He wanted to touch them, to kiss them, to worship them. 

  

Finally, they broke apart, both of them gasping for breath. “Have we met before?” he asked tentatively. 

  

Akiko looked at him quizzically. “No, I don’t think so. Why do you ask?” 

  

Shruush V hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to explain. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, “You remind me of someone I saw in a nightmare a few weeks ago. It’s crazy, I know, but you look just like her.” 

  

Akiko’s expression softened. “That must have been terrifying. I’m sorry you had to go through that. But I promise you, I’m not the person from your nightmare. My name is Akiko, and I’m just a regular person.” 

  

Shruush V nodded, feeling relieved. They talked for a while longer, and he found himself enjoying her company. As the night drew to a close, he asked for her number, and she gave it to him. 

 Finally, they broke apart, both of them gasping for breath. “Let’s get out of here,” Shruush V said, taking Akiko’s hand and leading her towards the exit. 

As they walked out of the nightclub, Shruush V felt a sense of exhilaration. He knew that he had just experienced something special with Akiko, and he couldn’t wait to see where things would go from there. 

After they got out of the nightclub they went to a pub and continued drinking and talking. 

As they entered the pub, Shruush V looked around, taking in the dimly lit atmosphere and the sound of clinking glasses and chatter. He led Akiko to a booth in the back, where they could sit and talk without being interrupted. 

They ordered drinks and began chatting about their interests and hobbies. Shruush V was fascinated by Akiko’s love for anime and her extensive knowledge of Japanese culture. He found himself hanging on her every word, and before he knew it, hours had passed. 

As they talked, Shruush V couldn’t help but steal glances at Akiko’s petite figure and perfect facial features. He was enamored by her, and he could tell that she was interested in him too. 

After a few more drinks, they left the pub and began walking down the street, hand in hand. Shruush V felt like he was walking on air; he had never felt such a strong connection with anyone before. 

As they reached Akiko’s building, she turned to Shruush V and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He pulled her close, deepening the kiss, and they stumbled into her apartment, eager to explore each other’s bodies. 

After taking the elevator they finally arrived at Akiko’s apartment, Shruush V could hardly contain his excitement. He had been eagerly waiting for this moment since he first laid eyes on her at the nightclub. Akiko led him into her bedroom, and the two of them started making out passionately. 

Shruush V and Akiko spent hours talking and laughing, each feeling like they had found someone special. As the night wore on, they moved closer and closer together, their bodies touching as they leaned in to whisper secrets to each other. 

Shruush V couldn’t believe his luck. He had never met anyone like Akiko before. She was beautiful, intelligent, and funny, and he felt like they had an instant connection. He found himself drawn to her petite frame, her delicate features, and her mesmerizing almond-shaped eyes. 

As they talked and laughed, they drank more and more, the alcohol coursing through their veins and lowering their inhibitions. Finally, Shruush V leaned in and kissed Akiko, his lips meeting hers in a passionate embrace. 

They continued to kiss; their bodies pressed together as they explored each other’s mouths. Shruush V ran his hands through Akiko’s hair, pulling her closer to him as she moaned softly. 

Eventually, they pulled away from each other, gasping for air. Akiko looked up at Shruush V, a smile playing across her lips. “You know,” she said, “I feel like I’ve known you forever.” 

Shruush V grinned back at her, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. “I know what you mean,” he replied. “I feel like we have a connection that goes beyond just tonight.” 

As they began to have sex, Shruush V couldn’t help but feel a sense of dominance over Akiko. He relished the power he had over her, and he pushed her boundaries, trying to see just how far he could take her. Akiko responded eagerly to his advances, and the two of them became lost in a whirlwind of pleasure.  

Shruush V couldn’t help but notice Akiko’s beautiful, petite Asian feet. As they continued to explore each other’s bodies, he found himself fixating on them, almost obsessively. Without warning, he started kissing and licking her feet, marveling at their beauty and smoothness. Akiko seemed surprised but didn’t object, so he continued to worship her feet while they made love. 

As the passion between them grew, Shruush V couldn’t get enough of Akiko’s feet. He licked and sucked on each toe, savoring the taste and feel of her skin. He traced his fingers along the arches of her feet, reveling in the softness and suppleness of her skin. Akiko moaned in pleasure, clearly enjoying the attention he was giving to her feet. 

As they continued to make love, Shruush V couldn’t help but feel a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction that he had never experienced before. For him, worshiping Akiko’s feet was a deeply intimate act that connected him to her in a way that went beyond mere physical attraction. 

After they were finished, Shruush V snuggled up to Akiko and whispered, “Your feet are so beautiful. I could worship them forever.” Akiko smiled and kissed him, clearly pleased by his attention. 

From that moment on, Shruush V knew that Akiko was the one for him. Her beauty, intelligence, and sensuality had captured his heart, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make her his forever. 

Afterwards, Shruush V lay there panting, feeling satisfied and invigorated. He knew that he had finally found the woman of his dreams, and he couldn’t wait to explore every facet of her body and mind. 

As the night went on, Shruush V became more and more enamored with Akiko, and he knew that he wanted to see her again. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about their encounter. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, telling himself that he was just being paranoid, and he fell asleep wrapped in Akiko’s arms. 

Shruush V found a woman who caught his interest. But what he doesn’t know is that Akiko is not a woman to be messed with. His guard will be useless against her charms, and soon he will be trapped in a never-ending cycle of lust and damnation. It’s only a matter of time before he falls prey to her seduction and becomes a mere plaything for her pleasures. 

As Shruush V woke up alone in Akiko’s bed, he couldn’t resist the urge to snoop around her room. He wandered over to her closet, and as he opened the door, a strong aroma of her shoes filled his nostrils. Without hesitation, he grabbed a pair of her stilettos and brought them to his face, inhaling deeply. The scent was intoxicating to him, and he couldn’t help but imagine her wearing them while walking all over him. 

Feeling a rush of excitement, he began to explore the rest of her closet, eagerly searching for more pairs of shoes to sniff. He found himself getting aroused as he indulged in his fetish, fantasizing about worshiping her petite Asian feet and making her wear different types of shoes during their sexual encounters. 

As Shruush V buried his nose into the soft leather of Akiko’s shoes and heels, he couldn’t help but describe the intoxicating scent of her feet. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma that was uniquely hers. 

“The smell of your feet is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before,” he muttered to himself. “It’s a combination of sweetness and musk, with just a hint of sweat. It’s like a tantalizing perfume that I can’t get enough of.” 

He felt a wave of desire wash over him as he imagined burying his face in her feet, taking in every last trace of her scent. He knew it was wrong to be so fixated on one aspect of her, but he couldn’t help himself. 

However, Shruush V’s exploration of Akiko’s wonderful stinky feet smell through her shoes and heels would have to come to an abrupt ending as he heard a noise coming from the kitchen. With a sigh, he reluctantly put the shoes and heels back in their place and quickly rushed back to the bedroom, closing the closet door behind him. He jumped back into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin and pretended to be asleep. 

A few moments later, Akiko walked into the bedroom, carrying a tray with breakfast on it. She sat down on the edge of the bed and gently shook Shruush V’s shoulder. “Good morning,” she said, a warm smile on her face. “I made breakfast for us.” 

Shruush V groggily opened his eyes and sat up in bed. “Good morning,” he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked at Akiko and couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt wash over him. Here she was, being kind and making breakfast for him, and all he could think about was the smell of her shoes. 

As they ate breakfast, Shruush V tried to act as normal as possible, but his mind kept wandering back to the closet and the shoes. He wanted to smell them again, to feel the soft leather against his face, to worship them like the goddess that Akiko was. 

Akiko noticed the distracted look on his face and asked, “Is everything okay, Shruush V?” 

He knew that he was getting addicted to her feet and beauty. The sex with Akiko was amazing, and he wanted more but he knew that she was distracting him from continuing to write his seduction book about Japanese woman. Shruush V thought that he needed to find a way to slowly distance himself from her otherwise he would end up falling in love with her and become a “blue pill beta” completely controlled by his girlfriend according to his red pill ideology.  

However, as he looked at Akiko, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. She was kind, beautiful, and had shown him nothing but affection since they had met. How could he just walk away from her like that? Even him who is usually a douchebag knew that dumping a cool chick like her was going to be a total dick move. She was going to be heartbroken. He wanted to find a way to break up with her without hurting her feelings. But the question was how? He tried to push those thoughts aside and focus on his own goals, but they kept creeping back into his mind.  

He knew that he had to distance himself from Akiko, but it was going to be difficult. Her foot scent was already ingrained in his mind, and he knew that he would be craving it until he saw her again. 

Shruush V knew that he needed to make a decision soon. Should he continue to pursue his writing, or should he give in to his desire for Akiko and her perfect Asian feet with an intoxicating smell, but risk losing himself in the process and his career as a pickup artist? He needed to figure out what he truly wanted and act on it, but for now, he would just enjoy the moment and hope that everything would work out in the end. 

Shruush V snapped out of his trance and replied, “Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just lost in thought for a moment.” 

Akiko gave him a small smile and said, “You seem different today. More distant, almost.” 

After breakfast, Akiko got up to start cleaning the dishes. Shruush V took the opportunity to slip back into the closet and take one last whiff of Akiko’s shoes and heels. He felt guilty, but he couldn’t help himself, he was getting addicted to the natural fragrance of her feet. 

With shaking hands, he opened the closet door for a second time and reached for her shoes. As he brought them to his face, he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent that was uniquely Akiko’s. He felt a rush of excitement and pleasure as he imagined the feel of her feet in those shoes, the way they must have moved and flexed as she walked. He wished that his face was there, just so he could feel her soles plastered and rubbing his face all day it would be a dream to come true. 

As he put the shoes back in their place, he heard Akiko call out from the kitchen. “Hey, do you want to go out and do something today?” she asked. “Maybe we could go to the park or see a movie.” 

Shruush V quickly composed himself and walked back out of the closet, hoping that Akiko didn’t suspect anything. “Yeah, that sounds like a great idea,” he replied with a smile. “Let’s go to the park, it’s such a beautiful day outside.” 

As they walked through the park, Shruush V couldn’t help but notice the other couples around them. They seemed so happy and in love, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He wanted to have that kind of connection with someone, but he didn’t want to lose himself in the process. 

Akiko must have noticed his mood, because she asked him, “Is everything okay? You seem a bit off today. You’re usually more talkative and funnier, but today it seems that your mind is wandering to somewhere else.” 

Shruush V chuckled, a malicious glint in his eye as he replied to Akiko, “Oh, everything’s just fine. I was just thinking about all the ways I can manipulate people for my own benefit. You know how it is, right?” He let out a dark laugh and continued, “But seriously, I have some personal things I need to deal with, so I have to go. I’ll call you later, and we can plan something to do together. Don’t worry, I promise I won’t use any of my evil powers on you… yet.”  

“You’re funny! Hahaha. Alright, we can talk later if there is anything that I can help you with let me know alright?” Akiko said while chuckling. 

“I definitely will baby. See ya!” Shruush V said as he got up from the bench that he was sitting with Akiko in the park 

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Akiko standing there with a look of suspicion and concern on her face. Despite Shruush V telling her in a playful way that he needed to go she was suspecting that there was more to this story than what he was letting her in. 

 As he walked out and left her alone in the park, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Was it just a coincidence that he had met someone who looked just like the woman from his nightmare? Or was there something more sinister at play?  

Shruush V boarded the Tokyo subway and pulled out his phone, quickly typing out a message to Zullu Zumazzi. “Man, I think I’m falling in love with Akiko, but I know I need to break up with her. I need to focus on finishing my book on seduction.” 

Zullu Zumazzi replied almost immediately, “You’re making the right choice, my friend. The longer you delay the breakup, the harder it will be. Trust me, I’ve been there before.” 

Shruush V knew Zullu Zumazzi was right, but it still didn’t make it any easier. He had been spending all his time with Akiko and it was going to be hard to end things. But he also knew that he couldn’t let love get in the way of his passion for writing. 

As the subway made its way through the city, Shruush V couldn’t help but think about Akiko and what he was going to say to her. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but he also knew it was the right thing to do. He had to focus on his book and he couldn’t let anything distract him from his goal.  

Finally, he arrived at his apartment and took a deep breath grabbed some beers, turned on the TV, and tried to relax a bit. 

Shruush V stumbled into his apartment, feeling slightly tipsy from the beers he had consumed. He collapsed onto his couch, staring at the ceiling and pondering his next move. He knew he needed to distance himself from Akiko, but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. 

As he lay there, he realized that he had been selfish in wanting to use her for his book. She deserved someone who genuinely cared about her, not someone who was just using her for his own gain. 

With a heavy sigh, Shruush V grabbed his phone and sent a message to Akiko. “Hey, I’ve been doing some thinking and I need to focus on some personal things right now. I don’t think we should see each other for a while.” 

He felt guilty for sending the message, but he knew it was the right thing to do. He couldn’t continue to lead her on when he knew he couldn’t give her what she deserved. 

Over the next few weeks, Shruush V slowly distanced himself from Akiko. He didn’t want to cut her off completely, but he also didn’t want to give her false hope. He responded to her messages less frequently, and they didn’t see each other as often. 

It was hard for him to do, but he knew it was necessary. He wanted to focus on finishing his book and becoming the best version of himself. He knew that if he continued to stay with Akiko, he would only be holding himself back. 

As Shruush V had feared, Akiko did not take the news well. She bombarded him with calls and texts, begging him to reconsider, to give their relationship another chance. At first, he tried to be patient with her, to explain that he needed some time to focus on his writing and his personal growth, but she refused to listen. 

As the days turned into weeks, Akiko’s behavior became increasingly erratic. She showed up at his apartment unannounced, crying and pleading with him to take her back. She sent him long, rambling emails and texts, sometimes dozens a day. Shruush V tried to be kind, but he knew that he needed to stay firm in his decision. 

Despite his attempts to distance himself, Akiko’s clingy behavior only got worse. She began stalking him on social media, leaving angry comments on his posts and sending him harassing messages. Shruush V was starting to feel suffocated, like he couldn’t escape her no matter what he did. 

One day, he came home to find that she had left a note on his doorstep, along with a gift. It was a framed photo of the two of them, with the words “Forever and Always” written in beautiful calligraphy. Shruush V felt a pang of guilt as he looked at the photo, remembering the happy times they had shared together. But he knew that he couldn’t go back to her, not if it meant sacrificing his own happiness and dreams of continuing to be the greatest pickup artist of the world. 

He decided to take drastic action. He blocked her number, unfollowed her on all social media platforms, and even changed the locks on his rented apartment after receiving permission from the landlord. It was harsh, but he knew that it was the only way to get her to finally let go and move on. 

One day as he was about to exit a nightclub with another woman, he scored to take her back to his apartment Akiko sees them together and confronts him 

As Shruush V and the woman he had met at the nightclub were about to leave, Akiko appeared out of nowhere, her eyes red and puffy from crying. “Who is this?” she demanded, pointing at the woman. 

Shruush V was taken aback. He hadn’t expected to run into Akiko here, and he definitely wasn’t prepared for this confrontation. “This is none of your business,” he said, trying to brush past her. 

But Akiko wasn’t having it. She stood her ground and continued to stare at the woman. “Do you even know who he is?” she asked the woman. “He’s a liar and a cheat. He’s been leading me on for months, making me think that he actually cared about me.” 

The woman looked uncomfortable and started to back away. “I didn’t know,” she said. “I’m sorry, I’ll just go.” 

Shruush V tried to stop her “Don’t go! She is lying, we only went out once!”, but it was too late. Akiko had already made a scene, and everyone around them was staring. He felt a pang of guilt and regret wash over him. He had known that this was a bad idea, but he couldn’t resist the temptation. 

“Look, Akiko, I’m sorry,” he said, trying to placate her. “I never meant to hurt you.” 

But Akiko just shook her head. “It’s too late for apologies,” she said. “I trusted you, and you betrayed me. I hope you’re happy with yourself.” 

“Look, I thought that you were going to move on.” Shruush V said trying to calm her down. 

But Akiko continued screaming “I thought that we shared a connection together!!! ” 

Shruush V felt a wave of anger and frustration wash over him. He had tried to handle this situation as calmly as possible, but Akiko was making it difficult. He didn’t owe her anything, and he was tired of her constant drama. 

“You know what, Akiko? What do you say about grabbing something to eat so we can talk more in private? Let’s cut out this drama bullshit.” he said, his voice rising in anger.