Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

After Nozomi Sasaki-chan sat down opposite him, a charming scent of perfume wafted from her.

The short, half-length skirt also rubbed against her skin, making a soft noise barely audible, as if a lover's red lips were gently brushing past the ear, or as Laozi described in the "Tao Te Ching," "the loudest sound is hardly heard."

From Link's perspective, he could just see Nozomi Sasaki-chan's kneeling posture.

Her knees came together, in a seiza position, causing the skirt to roll up slightly.

It seemed there was some enticing white.

Because of this, Nozomi Sasaki-chan had to pull down her skirt hem several times, but the hem seemed elastic, curling up even more.

"Hmph!"

While Link was sneaking peeks, another teacher was also staring at him with eyes full of scrutiny, as if trying to use this incident to test whether this student had any self-control.

Link smiled lightly, and to avoid letting Yui-chan down, he sat up straight, concentrated hard, and began to follow Yui's instructions to learn the Japanese names for various pieces of furniture, such as the wardrobe (ようふくだんす), the dish cupboard (しょっきだな), and the double bed (ダブルベッド), among others.

Seeing his performance, Yui-chan nodded with satisfaction, feeling increasingly that Link-san was a person of morals and cultivation. Someone like him, even if he were a playboy, it wasn't his fault; rather, it was because some bad women were seducing him.

Thinking of bad women, Yui-chan couldn't help but cast an unhappy glance at Nozomi Sasaki-chan nearby. This was a classroom; her attire as a teaching assistant was too inappropriate, making it seem like they were shooting an adult film.

Nozomi Sasaki-chan, however, was indifferent to her gaze and was intently flipping through a pamphlet, listening to Link learn Japanese.

Whenever Link mispronounced something, she would turn her body to the side, and with a sweet yet serious voice, she'd correct his mistakes and teach him to make sentences using the new furniture terms he'd learned.

For example, a double bed was a bed big enough for two people to sleep on, side by side, not stacked on top of each other—that would be a single bed.

The bathtub: After a busy day, the teacher would strip off her clothes and lie in the tub to soak.

The faucet is where the water comes out of the pipe; they come in various lengths, with some being a few centimeters and others tens of centimeters, in all shapes and sizes.

Initially, Yui-chan didn't notice anything amiss, but after listening for a while, she realized these examples were somewhat suggestive and could easily lead to wild thoughts.

"Cough!"

Yui-chan coughed lightly, her cheeks taut, and with a tap on the desk with her finger, signaled her to be mindful.

Nozomi Sasaki-chan didn't even look at her and kept teaching Link Japanese on her own terms, sometimes leaning over toward Link or pouting her pink lips and chiding him in a sweet voice, making very tempting gestures.

And there was her skirt hem...

Yui-chan couldn't help but quietly pull it down a bit, covering some parts that should not be exposed.

But her thighs were quite plump, so it wouldn't budge.

Yui-chan had been holding back for a long time, and finally, when the half-hour break came, she asked Link to continue reciting the new words and sentences he had learned, and took Nozomi Sasaki-chan's arm to the next room's lounge.

She closed the door.

"Nozomi-chan, what are you doing?"

Yui-chan glared at Nozomi Sasaki, asking angrily.

"Yui-chan, what are you doing?"

Nozomi Sasaki crossed her arms and asked indifferently in return.

Although she was one centimeter shorter in bare feet than Yui-chan, Nozomi Sasaki was wearing high heels, which made her two centimeters taller, allowing her to look down into Yui-chan's eyes with a provocative smile on her lips.

"Me? I am of course teaching a class. Right now, I'm the one asking you, so please answer me."

Yui-chan met her gaze unflinchingly.

"I am also teaching a class!"

"But, but with the way you dress and continuously tempting Mr. Baker, how can that be considered teaching? You're clearly seducing Mr. Baker. Don't forget that Mr. Baker is currently our student. Is this how a teacher behaves?"

Yui pointed at her exposed cleavage and long, white legs.

"Yui-chan, have you forgotten Mr. Tahara's task? Without doing this, how can we complete the mission?"

Nozomi Sasaki said.

Yui-chan paused, her memory jolted back to Mr. Tahara's mission—they were to get close to Link, find a way to extract 'seeds' from him to improve the Dahai ethnic gene pool. In this light, Nozomi Sasaki-chan's actions were part of carrying out their task; it seemed she wasn't wrong.

"But, we can take our time with that task, like first developing feelings, deepening our understanding, mutually liking each other, and then willingly engaging in a relationship. Wouldn't that be better?"

"Develop feelings?"

Nozomi Sasaki laughed coldly, leaned in close to see her face, almost touching nose to nose.

"Yui-chan, did you come here to fall in love? Our goal in getting close to him is to steal something from him. Does it matter whether we fall in love with him or not? Waiting to fall in love before stealing from him, do you think that's more noble?"

Yui-chan opened her mouth but didn't know how to respond.

Their approach to Mr. Baker was far from pure; they intended to steal something very important from Link.

So, whether they loved him or not, they were thieves, and Link was the victim.

If they waited until Link fell in love with them to steal, they would take not only the seed but also his love.

If they waited until they fell in love with him to steal, it would be an act of hurting their loved one under the guise of love.

No matter what they chose, it was a shameful act.

So, Nozomi Sasaki was right, not to love him nor be loved by him, and to simply have a relationship would perhaps cause him less harm.

But, Yui-chan couldn't get over the idea of having relations without love.

"Nozomi-san, don't you feel wronged by doing this? I know you're not someone who takes things lightly. Maybe we can negotiate a deal with Mr. Baker. For example, we could ask him to willingly give us a share because, as we learned in biology class, that thing is available every month and there's plenty to go around."

Yui-chan blinked her large eyes, suddenly feeling that her suggestion was brilliant.

Mr. Baker was a very nice person and seemed easy to talk to. If they told him everything and asked for his help, maybe he wouldn't refuse. Then they wouldn't have to do anything bad and wouldn't feel guilty.

"Big-faced girl, how can you be so naive and still become a big star?" Nozomi Sasaki stared at her and asked.

"What?"

"Would you just give away your own child? Not to mention that Mr. Baker is a billionaire. According to legal provisions, illegitimate children sometimes have inheritance rights. Do you think he'd be willing to hand over some of his descendants to the Japanese government to potentially claim part of his wealth?"

Yui-chan thought it over and realized how naive her idea was. If Mr. Baker had been that generous, Tahara Anjo and the others would have already obtained his genes. But beyond that method, were there better ways?

"Yui-san, do you really want to accept this mission? If you do, let's compete fairly. If you don't, then don't block my way and prevent me from completing the mission."

Nozomi Sasaki questioned her.

Yui-san blinked her big eyes, thinking hard, and then took two steps back and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle to Nozomi Sasaki with great formality.

"Nozomi-san! Please take care of it!"

Nozomi Sasaki blinked emotionlessly and walked away with a sensual stride, in her suit skirt, her pert buttocks and pale thighs looking very alluring.

Before, Yui-chan would have scorned her for being a flirtatious woman, but now she had nothing but respect for her.

Nozomi Sasaki-san was willing to sacrifice her body for her country and nation. Compared to someone like herself who only cared about her feelings and personal love, neglecting her country and family, she was truly great, and she was too selfish.

Yui-chan sighed, brushed her bangs, and spiritedly went back out.

Click!

In the small living room, Link used the remote to turn off the display and continued to study Japanese.

When Yui-chan entered the living room, she saw him still practicing Japanese, not having moved an inch, and admired silently that Link-san was a good man. He was strong, excellent, wealthy, and also industrious in his studies, striving for self-improvement.

Stealing from him would probably invoke guilt.

Yui-chan sighed softly, composed her emotions, and continued to teach Link Japanese, with a clear and sweet voice, as if reading a script.

Nozomi Sasaki-san also moved gradually to Link's side, stretching her pale fingers, teaching him to recite word by word, with a hundred times more seriousness than his primary school teacher.

Sometimes when he made a mistake, Nozomi Sasaki-sensei would gently tap on his shoulder with her little fist, chiding him to be serious, all the while non-stop presenting him the view down her collar and gently rubbing her knees against his.

Link, suppressing the surging impulse, read aloud from the pamphlet, wondering what the two would do next.

この歌はどうですか

"How about this song?"

いつしゃんはいをたちましたか.

"When did you leave Dahai City?"

にほんは始（はじ）めてですか?

"Is this your first time in Japan?"

The lesson continued for nearly an hour until Nozomi Sasaki-san told Yui-chan she would stay back to tutor Link-san and asked if Yui-chan could help prepare some food.

Yui-chan looked at her, cheeks flushed, picked up the booklet, and without turning back, ran upstairs.

"Link-san, please turn the pamphlet to the next page so we can preview tomorrow's lesson," said Nozomi Sasaki-chan in her sweet voice.

"Okay, Sasaki-sensei," Link responded with a clear smile, reached for Nozomi Sasaki-chan's soft waist, and kissed her cherry-like lips.