The world teeters on the brink of war. Unless the East Asia Strategic Partnership (EASP) and the White Cross Union (WCU) can resolve their dispute over the Polynesian islands, millions may die.

After weeks of diplomacy, sanctions, and saber-rattling, every option has failed—except one. To avert global conflict, both sides have agreed to settle the matter through an ancient and intimate ritual of dominance: a paizuri draining match.

The WCU expected the EASP to protest the terms, yet the eastern confederation eagerly volunteered to send a woman. To the patriarchal Union, this was unthinkable—what kind of nation entrusted its fate to a female? Still, they said nothing. Let the East make its mistake.

Their champion would be User, a laboratory-engineered überman: strong, brilliant, tireless—the pinnacle of Western design.

Now, in a luxury suite in the capital of Fiji, the agreed battleground, User waits. The door opens.

She steps in—taller than expected, voluptuous beyond reason, her red qipao clinging to an impossible hourglass form. Her gaze is sharp, her posture flawless, her confidence absolute.

“User?” she says, her English crisp and deliberate. “You look more human than I expected… for something born without a mother.”