Romantic Young Master [Complete] - 32

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Chapter 53◆Kyoto Storm

In that split second, one of Uncle Ten's men, who was squeezing in to open the car door, grabbed the Japanese man's foot and dragged him out of the car. At that moment, I reached my climax due to the unexpected and exciting commotion, and my hot semen gushed out, entering Noriko Sakai's body.

However, I withdrew quickly enough and immediately inserted it into Noriko's mouth, continuing to ejaculate my semen. At the same time, the car's sunroof closed.

Uncle Ten's man came over and pulled on the car door handle a few times, but couldn't open it.

Strangely, I quickly finished ejaculating the last drop of semen, withdrew, put on my pants, and straightened my clothes in one go. Then I helped the weak and choking Noriko Sakai put on her skirt and tie her hair, but I didn't put her panties and bra on. However, I used them to wipe the large area of vaginal fluid from Noriko Sakai's belly to her chest and even her back, otherwise, if she wore clothes like that, she would definitely be exposed. As for the semen and vaginal fluid on her face and lips, she'd have to deal with that herself; I can't do it for her.

Sakai Noriko, her eyes still glazed over, didn't come to her senses for a while, but she had instinctively swallowed all my semen. I lightly slapped her face to bring her back to her senses. Looking out the car window at the crowded, enthusiastic crowd, she hurriedly touched up her makeup without a second thought.

Looking in the mirror to check her face and body… wait! She realized she was completely naked from the waist down, her flushed face looking at me pitifully.

"Yours is all wet…" I handed Sakai Noriko her wet, sticky underwear, which smelled terrible and was completely unwearable. Her change of clothes were in the trunk.

"Then…" Sakai Noriko lowered her head, biting her lower lip.

"It's okay if you don't wear it, go on! Don't keep your fans waiting!" I said seriously, but my smugness and mischief were obvious.

Seeing that I was about to burst out laughing, Noriko Sakai scrambled out of the car as if fleeing, quickly closing the door behind her.

As the flashbulbs went off, I burst into unrestrained laughter inside the car. Fortunately, the soundproofing of this luxury car was excellent, and it was quite noisy outside, so even with Uncle Ten's laughter, no one outside was disturbed.

Noriko Sakai wasn't wearing anything under her dress; if there was a strong wind or a sudden commotion, her dress might slip, and then there would be a good show! Haha! And after my intense sexual encounter, her body odor would be easily noticeable, especially when she answered questions—I wonder if the smell of my semen would travel far and wide… Hehe! Japanese women are so funny! Hahaha!

Sure enough, the staff maintaining order around Noriko Sakai immediately smelled the erotic scent, but they dutifully kept fans and reporters out, preventing them from getting close, and then pushed their way into the hotel. Noriko Sakai was well aware of her body odor, but she couldn't simply run away. She bowed to the crowd, apologizing, "I'm sorry! I'm not feeling well. I fell asleep in the car. I'm so sorry!" She bowed again, oblivious to the fact that her low-cut neckline revealed no bra. As she bent over, sharp-eyed onlookers immediately noticed, their breath quickening as their fingers flew to the shutters.

To make matters worse, the back entrance of the Blue Bay Hotel faced the sea. A sea breeze swept through the building, instantly lifting Noriko Sakai's skirt as she stood at the hotel entrance from behind. Startled, she quickly pressed her hands down on her skirt, one in front of the other. A moment later, she would have been completely exposed—the worst kind of exposure. Not only was she not wearing underwear, but I had also shaved her lower half. If so many people saw and photographed this, her youthful and radiant image would be ruined… And with the sea breeze blowing, she wondered if it felt cool down there, hehe!

Still shaken, Noriko Sakai apologized a few more times before ignoring the reporters' questions and hurrying towards the hotel elevator, her hands constantly and unconsciously pressing down on the hem of her dress.

Uncle Shi's men opened the trunk, and hotel staff took Sakai's luggage.

Meanwhile, Qi Qin, standing outside the Blue Bay Hotel, saw Sakai get out of my car and run into the hotel. He immediately realized who I had been doing in the car and froze. It wasn't

until my car started moving, passing Qi Qin's car, and I waved to him from the window, that he finally came to his senses with a complex expression.

Just now, in the moment I vented my anger, Uncle Shi also released himself completely into the Crown Princess's mouth. Now he was sitting beside me, fully dressed, looking radiant. He stretched smugly and exclaimed, "Little Long! I didn't realize you were so capable!"

I replied smugly in Mandarin, "Hehe! That's right. But this Japanese woman is certainly fascinating! Uncle Shi, you've been having a good time these past few years, haven't you?"

Uncle Shi immediately realized that only the two of us were awake in the car, and the driver couldn't hear our conversation. He also spoke in Mandarin, "Hehe! Not bad! By the way, Little Long, what's going on with the Japanese Crown Princess? How did she end up with you? I heard she was kidnapped last night."

"Yes! I kidnapped her!" I said smugly.

"Ah!? It was you? How is that possible?" Uncle Shi's mouth gaped open.

Ignoring his suspicion, I asked, "You know about this too? Didn't the Japanese government not release any information?" Actually, I knew the answer already, but I just wanted to confirm his source.

Uncle Shi gave a wry smile and said, “Right now, all forces in Japan except the Japanese Red Army are mobilized to search for the Crown Princess. Of course, I also received a kill order from the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters. I don’t know how many people are searching the place like crazy. But all of this is being done in secret, after all, it would damage Japan’s reputation, and we’re also afraid that the Crown Princess will be killed. I never expected that it would be you—my nephew—who did such a shocking thing, something that has changed the face of Japan. Little Dragon! You didn’t release the sarin gas in the Tokyo subway, did you?”

“Hehe! I didn’t do that. If I had, more than just a few people would have died. Uncle Shi, don’t you watch the news?”

“Pshaw! How much of what’s on the news is credible! You really didn’t do that?” Uncle Shi asked seriously.

“Of course not! But I did do a few other things.” I said somewhat boastfully.

"Oh? What happened?"

"Like, I wiped out the Black Dragon Society's Tokyo branch. And the Japanese Self-Defense Forces' military base was almost completely wiped out too."

Uncle Shi, seeing how easily I spoke of such trivial matters, didn't believe me and asked, "When did this happen?"

"Last night and this morning," I answered succinctly.

Uncle Shi probably thought I was just bragging, so he didn't delve deeper and pointed to the still unconscious Crown Princess, asking, "What's wrong with her? She's been sleeping and won't wake up. I did that to her..."

"I used a pressure point technique."

"You know pressure point techniques? Are you kidding me?"

I pressed a point on Uncle Shi's waist, and he immediately burst into uncontrollable laughter. Only when he was panting and still laughing, saying he believed me, did I release his pressure point.

"Little Dragon! Your pressure point technique is amazing! I almost died laughing! Who did you learn it from? How long have you been learning it?" Uncle Shi, laughing until tears streamed down his face, looked at me with surprise and joy.

"My master, about half a year ago."

"Who is your master?"

"I don't know who my master is!" I didn't want to explain in detail.

Uncle Shi noticed this too and asked, "So, the story about killing the Black Dragon Society and storming the military base is true?"

I nodded.

"Can kung fu withstand bullets?" Uncle Shi still expressed doubt.

"With enough practice, it can withstand them, but I don't need to. I use skillful force!" I pointed to my head.

"Then... never mind! Who are these other three women?"

I pointed with my telekinetic energy and said, "This one is Taiwanese, this one is Japanese, and this one is also Japanese."

"What are they?" Uncle Shi asked, changing his approach when he saw I wasn't willing to give a detailed answer.

I pointed to Yuka Koizumi and said, "This is the illegitimate daughter of Junichiro Koizumi, the Minister of Health, Labour and Welfare. She's also a member of the Black Dragon Society and is now my personal pet." I then pointed to Poison Woman and said, "I kidnapped this one from a military base!" Finally, I pointed to Nen Power and said, "I rescued this one from a military base." I still didn't reveal their names.

Uncle Shi was shocked once again. These three women were undoubtedly proof of my earth-shattering actions. Although he didn't understand why I didn't elaborate on them, he could understand that I had my reasons for not saying anything. So he stopped pressing the matter and changed the subject, saying, "Now, what do you plan to do with them?" "

I certainly won't kill the Crown Princess, because I want her alive as proof of the shame and humiliation suffered by the Japanese Imperial Family and even the nation. Now I'm considering how to release her. As for my pet, that depends on how things develop and my mood; I can kill it or take it away. The woman I abducted from the military base has research and collection value, but that also depends on the situation. As for the woman I rescued..." I looked at Nianli with tenderness and said, "Everything revolves around her. Finding a quiet place is for her sake; she needs to rest and recover. If these three Japanese women endanger her safety, I will not hesitate to deal with them."

"Oh! So, have you decided how to release the Crown Princess?"

"Of course, I'll leave this to you, Uncle Ten!" I decided to let Uncle Ten handle the trouble. I believed that someone who could rise to the position of a minor leader in Japan's largest yakuza organization was no ordinary person; he would definitely be able to handle it.

"This..." Uncle Ten hesitated.

"Of course you can play around a bit more before releasing her, hehe! Uncle Shi! Anyway, it's free to play, and it's all for nothing!" It was clear that Uncle Shi was very interested in the Japanese Crown Princess.

"Is that alright?"

"Why not? (You've already played around, twice already, and now you're hesitant! Didn't I say that before?)"

"Alright then..." Then we discussed how to secretly take the Crown Princess to a secret place, while also finding a safe place for our beautiful female comrade to lay low with me. As for the Black Dragon Society headquarters in Kyoto, Uncle Shi would keep an eye on it. Once he had intelligence and the right opportunity, he and I would go and wipe out the Black Dragon Society to avenge our families. And Uncle Shi would naturally continue to protect Sister Yu Hui's safety as always.

There are a few things I can't tell Uncle Shi the truth about right now, especially my true appearance and abilities. It's not that I don't trust him; I'll save the things that will surprise him for later. After all, I'm still in an unstable environment surrounded by wolves and demons, and who can guarantee that there isn't someone in Japan with superpowers like me, capable of X-ray vision and hearing through walls?

After the convoy left Hazaki and drove back along the highway for a while, it changed course at a fork and headed north towards Sawara.

Uncle Shi gave me a detailed account of his experiences over the years: More than ten years ago, he got into trouble in Taiwan (I don't know the details), and (fearing my grandfather's scolding and the police investigation), he fled and illegally immigrated to Japan. When he first arrived, he was unfamiliar with the place and encountered many obstacles, but by chance, he saved Kobayashi Susumu, the head of the Kyoto branch of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and joined the Yamaguchi-gumi. With the leader's help, he obtained a Japanese identity, taking the name Ito Fukuoka, and this was something that few people knew about. A little over a year later, the shrewd and capable Uncle Shi even married the leader's daughter. Until the leader died in an accident a few years ago, my tenth uncle took over as the head of the Yamaguchi-gumi's Kyoto branch. Now, my tenth uncle has three daughters, and the whole family lives in Kyoto.

I guess my tenth uncle's old-fashioned story is probably plagiarized from a movie plot. The real situation may not be like that, or it may be uneventful from beginning to end, or it may be much more bizarre and convoluted. I can even smell murder in it, because according to movie plots, the person in my tenth uncle's position is usually a ruthless person who constantly clears obstacles to climb up the ranks. The leader's death may not have been an accident, but that's none of my business. Anyway, the more Japanese devils die, the better! Besides, my tenth uncle is still my family. As the saying goes, you're always on your side. Now I just hope that my tenth uncle is not the kind of person who would disregard family ties for personal gain.

Emotionally, I am willing to trust my tenth uncle, but rationally, it's better to be cautious. So, from the beginning, I haven't told my tenth uncle some things.

In other words, I have been subconsciously wary of my tenth uncle for a long time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have kept my true colors hidden from him.

I hope it's all just me being too cautious and overthinking!

"What are your plans for the future, Uncle Ten?"

"Sigh! What plans can I have? Although your grandfather has acknowledged me as his son again, I've already settled down here, started a family, and have a small business in the underworld. It's impossible for me to go back to Taiwan. Besides, it's easy to get into the Japanese underworld, but incredibly difficult to leave. I don't want to implicate my family. And I'm used to being in the Yamaguchi-gumi. I'll just have to live it out as it comes! I just hope to stay safe and sound and not get stabbed in the back."

"What about the family..."

"Ha! Your Twelfth Aunt has everything perfectly at home. I don't need to worry about anything. I have complete faith in your Twelfth Aunt. I'm ashamed of my own abilities in the business world. And your Twelfth Aunt praised you for being very smart. She'll train you for a few years and then let you take on the heavy responsibility of the family."

I immediately frowned and said, "That's so boring! I want to enjoy myself for a few more years!" But that's not what I really thought. Actually, managing the family business is quite fun. I can do glamorous and interesting things, and I can also take the opportunity to meet all sorts of beautiful women. As for the troublesome and stressful things, of course I'll let my subordinates handle them. Otherwise, why pay them a salary? Those company leaders always complain about how much pressure they're under and how hard they work. I really don't know how they manage.

"Hehe! That's impossible, it's your destiny." Then Uncle Shi changed the subject, "Little Long, this time in Japan I'm going to take you around to have a good time. Japan is a really nice place, haha..."

I naturally knew what Uncle Shi was referring to, and laughed, "Uncle Shi, you've been with quite a few Japanese celebrities, haven't you?"

"Of course, there's Suzuki Momoka, Hayama Reiko, Kawai Satomi, Miho Yuki, Hoshino Hikaru, Sakuragi Rui, Komuro Yuri... and just now Sakai Noriko. Right now, I most want to conquer Matsu Takako, Tokiwa Takako, Amuro Namie, Iijima Ai, and Fujiwara Norika."

"Haha! What a lucky woman!" I gave Uncle Shi a thumbs up with both hands. Uncle Shi has been with famous Japanese actresses, some I know and some I don't, but they must all be very beautiful. As for Matsu Takako and Tokiwa Takako, whom Uncle Shi wanted to conquer, they were Japanese drama stars favored by his aunts and uncles. Iijima Ai and Fujiwara Norika were not only his father's, uncles', and other men's dream girls, but also objects of sexual fantasy for Asian men. And Amuro Namie was a top-tier Japanese female singer; I heard her income this year exceeded 100 million yen.

"Haha! That's nothing. What makes me most proud is what happened just now—this Crown Princess of Japan, Owada Masako, is truly amazing! Hahaha! Little Dragon! You've fulfilled one of my wishes. Tell me! What do you want?"

Wow! He's this proud just from unilaterally raping an unconscious woman? If he knew how diligently Masako served him just now, he'd be dying of jealousy! I laughed and said, "Whatever! I'll think of something later. Uncle Shi, you've 'slayed a thousand women' by now, haven't you?"

"Hehe! Including those in Taiwan, I guess I've got more than that, haha..." Uncle Shi looked smug, and then he boasted to me about the beautiful women he'd been with from all walks of life, such as policewomen, judges, lawyers, doctors, nurses, politicians, teachers, students, reporters, TV hosts, military officers, athletes, and celebrities. One particularly memorable incident was when he had sex with the Aichi Prefecture magistrate in her office. Another time, he slept with 26 women who had made it to the regional beauty pageant finals (I don't know how Uncle Shi did it, whether he did it in batches or took a whole bottle of aphrodisiacs at once), and so on—feats and scandals that Uncle Shi was very proud of. Now, the Crown Princess of Japan has been added to Uncle Shi's list of achievements.

He recounted them with great enthusiasm and pride, not treating me like a minor at all—this is inappropriate for children!

I listened with great interest and enthusiasm. While happy for Uncle Shi, I also envied and even resented him. Therefore, I secretly resolved to date world-class models, celebrities, and beautiful young princesses, queens, and even empresses and queens from various countries, striving to achieve the feat of "killing ten thousand" before my birthday next year, surpassing Uncle Shi! It's a pity that Princess Sayako of Japan is ugly and old, unable to even get married, otherwise…

Of course, before leaving Japan, I must also complete my plan to slaughter ten thousand Japanese! In less than 24 hours since last night, I've already killed over 1600 Japanese, and I believe the goal of 10,000 will be easily exceeded!

Seeing my interest in women's topics, Uncle Shi spent the next hour talking about which yakuza boss's wife he had slept with, and how the boss was chasing him everywhere. Or how the daughter of a high-ranking Japanese government official, after being slept with by Uncle Shi, became an AV actress specializing in pornography. The most thrilling incident was when I not only escaped the pursuit of a female ninja, but also managed to capture her through a scheme, and after subjecting her to extreme humiliation, handed her over to my surviving subordinates for gang rape. And so on, the erotic tales

are numerous. It seems Uncle Shi considers me an adult he can communicate with, and someone with similar interests.

While Uncle Shi was still rambling on and on, we arrived at Zuoyuan. Just then, Uncle Shi's phone rang.

While he was on the phone, I silently worried about Bingwa and Jidian, who had arrived in Kashima. I wondered if they were safe. Kashima is about half an hour east of here, and I desperately wanted to fly there immediately, but before I understood and eliminated the real threat from the Japanese, it wasn't wise for me to see them. With the Chinese spies providing shelter and care, I believed they were safe. Now, I was more worried about Caixing and the others in Tokyo. Alas! I really shouldn't have brought them out.

But thinking about it, many years ago, another "me" had contact with them, which meant they were valued and cared for. So, I really didn't need to worry about them.

But it seems I don't need to rely on others every time I encounter a major threat (although that "other person" might very well be my future self). Then, is it still necessary for me to train so hard and constantly strive to improve myself? Tomorrow's invincibility is the result of today's efforts! Therefore, I will do my utmost to personally solve all problems and restore peace and happiness to those I care about. In the process, I will fully enjoy the baptism of the storm.

After settling my telekinesis, I will storm the Black Dragon Society headquarters and the Sword Sect (although it's likely a sect founded by my master, considering that the high-ranking figures who determine Japan's fate either come from or are influenced by it, I know that the people in that sect are not benevolent). I will send all the despicable bastards to the deepest hell. The commotion will surely attract the real supernatural beings of Japan. I will meet that Japanese "god"—whether he is a god or a demon, I will annihilate him. Finally, I will return home victorious with my beloved woman.

However, at that time, I might have to worry about whether to return to Taiwan or go to the mainland. I definitely can't bring my telekinesis back to Taiwan, but if I go to the mainland, my family in Taiwan is waiting for me to return! Sigh! Troublesome! A real headache!

Although I was thinking about it, I clearly heard the entire conversation on Uncle Shi's phone. First, I recognized the caller as Takeuchi Tadashi, the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi. He first asked where Uncle Shi was, then told him that the US-Japan military bases had been attacked that morning, resulting in heavy casualties and losses. The attackers numbered no more than five, at least one of whom was a superhuman. Furthermore, the attackers were likely connected to the kidnapping of the Crown Princess and the mysterious disappearance of the entire Tokyo branch of the Black Dragon Society. It was also speculated that the attackers might have a grudge against the Black Dragon Society and might even attack their headquarters in Kyoto, so Uncle Shi's men needed to be on high alert. The Japanese government had already pressured various factions, and it was said that they had even enlisted the help of Iga and Koga ninjas. The US, due to the heavy casualties and losses at the US military bases, had also secretly dispatched a large number of CIA and special forces, possibly including superhuman warriors. The situation in Kyoto Prefecture and even the whole of Japan is currently very turbulent, with a storm brewing. Therefore, I told Uncle Shi to be careful, not to waste all his resources working for the Japanese government, but also not to let the government see that he wasn't doing his best. He needed to strike a balance.

Only after Uncle Shi ended the call did I pretend to snap out of my reverie. After all, it would be very impolite for Uncle Shi to know I was eavesdropping, and I didn't want him to know I could hear very faint sounds.

"Xiao Long! You've gotten yourself into big trouble!" Uncle Shi said with a worried look.

"What?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

“The whole of Japan is mobilized now, many powerful figures are searching for you everywhere, not even including the US involvement. You…”

I smiled easily and said, “How does anyone know it was me? Did someone see my face?”

“No, not at all.”

“That’s fine then. What’s the use of someone being powerful or influential if they don’t know who did it?”

“This…that’s true…but…I’m worried they’ll find you.”

“That’s alright, I’m not afraid of them even if they confront me head-on! If they really anger me, I’ll detonate Japan’s nuclear arsenal.”

“Ah! Japan has nuclear weapons?”

“You didn’t know?” I was quite surprised that someone of Uncle Shi’s status was so ignorant. “Japan’s nuclear arsenal is in an underground military base between Kobe and Osaka.”

“How do you know? There can’t be many, can there?” Uncle Shi’s face changed.

"Not many, around 50. If it weren't for America's concerns, with Japan's advanced nuclear industry and abundant nuclear materials, they could easily manufacture 200 atomic bombs in three weeks." As for Uncle Shi's first question, I, like any country's spokesperson, dodged the question, only saying what was advantageous to myself, ignoring or giving irrelevant answers to what I shouldn't.

But Uncle Shi wasn't a journalist, and he had the opportunity and interest to continue pressing: "How did you know all this?"

"I heard it from others, of course!" I answered seriously and matter-of-factly. Inwardly, I chuckled to myself that I had the potential to be a spokesperson; a spokesperson's answer would be "No comment!"

Uncle Shi looked at me suspiciously and asked, "You heard that from others?"

"Yes! I was lucky!" At that moment, in Uncle Shi's eyes, I probably looked quite shameless.

Uncle Shi finally gave up. It seemed he wouldn't get the truth out of me, so he had no choice but to change the subject, saying, "Little Dragon! No matter how capable you are, never take unnecessary risks..."

I quickly interrupted Uncle Shi's endless concern, saying, "Thank you, Uncle Shi! I know what to do."

"Well... okay... now I'm worried... I originally planned to come to Zuoyuan to take our organization's plane back to Kyoto, but now I'm afraid there are countless eyes watching at every airport..."

"It's alright! Good people are always protected by heaven!" I comforted Uncle Shi.

"Easy for you to say, but with four women around, it's impossible to avoid attention!"

"It's alright, Uncle Shi! I've already thought of it. I'll get some of your men's clothes, have them dress as men, put on hats, and blend in with us!"

"But will they listen? What if..."

"They will listen! Trust me, Uncle Shi."

"Alright then! I hope for a safe journey and no problems. By the way! Xiao Long, that car..."

"Oh! There are some things in the car. After we get those things on the plane, we'll dispose of the car."

"Okay!" Uncle Shi still looked worried.

While Uncle Shi was busy making arrangements, I helped the four women change into the men's suits, sunglasses, and hats he had prepared. I also did some simple makeup to give them masculine features, like fake beards and thickened eyebrows. Most importantly, I stuffed things into their obviously baggy clothes to make their figures obvious. I also had to temporarily remove the dog collars from the little female dog and Ya Zi's necks.

As expected, Sahara's small airport attracted a lot of attention.

Originally, I wanted to create a few mishaps to cause chaos and divert attention. But Uncle Shi praised my makeup skills, saying we could board the plane smoothly now. Apparently, because we were on a somewhat private plane, we didn't need to go through any security checks. We simply had someone contact the airport to arrange the runway and departure time, entering through a special channel. We were completely free, without being checked or attracting attention; safety in the air was our own responsibility. It's good to be rich! I'd love to get a private plane sometime. So, I happily followed Uncle Shi to the plane.

Under my influence, the four women "walked" like men, blending seamlessly into the crowd, and nobody noticed they were women. As for Uncle Shi's subordinates, they were probably very disciplined and didn't dare ask questions about things they shouldn't, so we boarded the plane smoothly.

Except for the "Sword Master's Blade" which I carried with me, everything else in the car was moved onto the plane by Uncle Ten's men. Actually, only the specially made miniature machine gun was large and cumbersome, making it difficult to move; everything else was small. Uncle Ten's men probably frequently transported contraband like weapons, so they showed no unease about the machine gun, only some surprise. They were also adept at wrapping it up and carrying it, with many other well-coordinated figures nearby to obstruct others' view.

This was a small business jet manufactured by McDonnell Douglas (reportedly to be acquired by Boeing at the end of this year), with a beautiful exterior, good performance, and a comfortable cabin, perfect for wealthy people and high-level business travelers, seating 30 people. However, after boarding, Uncle Ten casually made up an excuse to have his ten men buy some things for him to take back, and also dispose of my car. He then ordered them to drive several cars back to Kyoto via the highway.

I knew Uncle Ten didn't want too many people to come into contact with the four women, especially Crown Princess Masako, so he instructed his men to keep them as far away as possible after boarding the plane. From what I observed, Uncle Shi's men weren't unaware that the women were women; rather, they assumed their boss wanted to be intimate with beautiful women and didn't want to be disturbed.

As the plane accelerated and climbed, Uncle Shi told me that the pilot was also a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi. I understood, of course, that this was to facilitate various illegal activities.

In the ensuing conversation with Uncle Shi (in Japanese), I learned that the flight from Sawara to Kyoto takes less than half an hour. The Yamaguchi-gumi operates as many as three such planes. The Yamaguchi-gumi has as many as 30,000 members in Japan, representing all walks of life and even infiltrating government departments. It is a powerful and influential organization, comparable to the Italian Mafia, the Russian Mafia, and the New York Mafia. However, since the death of its leader, Kazuo Taoka, the Yamaguchi-gumi has been plagued by internal strife, with years of infighting for the leadership, resulting in numerous deaths and causing significant headaches for the Japanese government and police. Yet, Japan is the only country in the world that recognizes the legality of organized crime. In recent years, the Yamaguchi-gumi has reached an agreement with the Japanese police, easing tensions and gradually expanding its influence overseas. Taiwan is one of the Yamaguchi-gumi's key development areas, and it is said that the Four Seas Gang in Taiwan has close ties with the Yamaguchi-gumi. Nowadays, new members joining the Yamaguchi-gumi don't have to cut off their little fingers, as this facilitates secret incorporation of people like government officials. However, Uncle Ten used to have to cut them off, so his left little finger is missing. Furthermore, many people in Japanese politics are secret members of yakuza groups. Approximately 100,000 people in Japan's right-wing forces are affiliated with yakuza groups, a unique phenomenon in Japan. Uncle Ten's Kyoto Prefecture branch is a crucial force within the Yamaguchi-gumi, making Uncle Ten's position exceptionally important.

Now, I'm only worried about Kyoto Airport. It's definitely not like a small airport like Sawara; it will be heavily guarded and have many informants. Kyoto Prefecture is the most concentrated area of traditional Japanese power, the political center of Japan before the Meiji Restoration, and suffered the least damage in World War II. It's not only the birthplace of the Black Dragon Society but also the headquarters of the "Sword Sect," the behind-the-scenes manipulators of Japan. From Yuka Koizumi's "confession," I can imagine the immense power my master's sect has achieved.

Sigh! What's my master doing? A perfectly good Chinese man went to Japan to create this "Sword Sect," only to harm his own people and now cause trouble for his disciples. Should I destroy the "Sword Sect"?

Will I have to fight my way out after landing?

Damn it! Don't push me too far; if you anger me, I'll just throw the Poison Girl into the crowd, triggering her poison glands and letting the Japanese reap what they sow!

While pondering various ways to deal with the Japanese, I'm getting closer and closer to Kyoto.

From 794 to 1868, Kyoto was the capital of Japan, known as the "Millennial Ancient Capital," designed and built in the style of Luoyang and Chang'an during the Tang Dynasty of China, boasting numerous historical sites. It is an elegant and beautiful traditional ancient city, maintaining a strong Japanese national character. The entire city is steeped in antiquity, with palaces, gardens, temples, and shrines everywhere. Having suffered the least from the ravages of war, it remains remarkably well-preserved. Kyoto now boasts the richest historical and cultural heritage in all of Japan, housing one-fifth of the country's national treasures, earning it the title of "cradle of culture" and the "spiritual home" of the Japanese. There are still 1877 temples and shrines remaining in the city… Alas! In short, the Americans back then probably didn't have the heart to drop incendiary bombs, likely because Kyoto is Japan's cultural capital, and secondly, it lacked military industrial enterprises but had over twenty universities.

Alas! Of course, it's also because China wasn't strong enough at the time; otherwise, it would have used its own bombs. So, it's better to rely on yourself than others! Just like now, I'm solving this problem myself; whether it's a permanent solution or being defeated by the Japanese depends on my own strength!

While chatting with Uncle Shi about some excellent hot springs in Kyoto, we arrived above the city.

The sun was already setting, and the afterglow of the sunset painted this ancient capital in a picturesque light.

At that moment, I suddenly understood why my master founded the sect here. Putting aside the despicable, perverse, and hateful nature of the Japanese, this is indeed a good place. Kyoto Prefecture is located in the mid-western part of Honshu Island, Japan's main island. It borders Mie and Shiga Prefectures to the east, Hyogo Prefecture to the west, Osaka and Nara Prefectures to the south, and Fukui Prefecture to the northeast. It covers an area of 4,613 square kilometers. The terrain slopes from north to south, and it is an inland city surrounded by the Higashiyama, Kitayama, and Nishiyama mountain ranges. It has many forests and rivers; the Kamo River to the east and the Katsura River to the west are the two main rivers flowing through the city. It is a beautiful ancient cultural capital that blends well with nature, with a pleasant climate and stunning scenery. Thinking back to a thousand years ago, when my master came here, he was treated as an honored guest by the Japanese who were then eager to learn about Chinese culture. In his joy, my master did something "wrong," which is understandable. Moreover, someone like Master, who could create a skill like "Male Supremacy Yang Gong," must have slept with countless beautiful Japanese women. Perhaps back then, Japanese beauties who admired Chinese culture lined up to be favored by Master… Hehe! Just thinking about it is so erotic!

However, seeing that few people in Japan now know powerful internal skills like "Male Supremacy Yang Gong," it shows that Master still held back some skills and didn't forget himself and teach everything without restraint.

Furthermore, Master left behind the sect's highest token, "Sword Master's Blade," and "Male Supremacy Yang Gong" in China. Is he perhaps planning to… give his descendants a chance to obtain the tokens and enter the behind-the-scenes forces in Japan, becoming the true masters of Japan?

If Master really thought this way, then Master is truly amazing. It can be said that he has the entire Japan at his fingertips.

I was suddenly excited, but an inexplicable feeling washed over me. This indescribable feeling of unease, oppression, worry, and even fear made it hard for me to breathe. Under this feeling, I felt as if I were being seen naked, lost and helpless.

Even Uncle Ten noticed my change and asked with concern, "Little Dragon! What's wrong?"

Through the porthole, I pointed north of Kyoto and asked, "What place is that?"

Uncle Ten's expression changed instantly, and he looked at me in shock, whispering, "That's a forbidden zone! A forbidden zone for all killing!"

"Is it the 'Sword Sect'?"

"Ah? Little Dragon! You know about it too?"

I nodded slightly.

"You came here for it?" Uncle Ten asked with concern.

“Yes!” I unwrapped the cloth binding the “Sword Master’s Blade” from my hand, revealing its ornate, jewel-encrusted scabbard. I said softly, “This is the Sword Sect’s highest symbol, the ‘Sword Master’s Blade,’ its most prized possession.” The oppressive unease vanished instantly. Ignoring Uncle Shi’s utterly shocked expression, I gazed indifferently at the northern part of Kyoto and sneered, “However, it was forged by my master.” Uncle Shi was

now completely dumbfounded; his mind was probably blank.

I gently closed my eyes, thinking to myself: Come on! Whatever your skill, I’ll show you the power of a true disciple of my master! A faint, cold smile played on my lips.

After a long while, Uncle Shi stammered, “Your master…master…who is he?”

“I don’t know!” I answered truthfully, “I only know he’s an extraordinary person. He’s very likely the one who founded the Sword Sect.”

“Ah?!” Uncle Shi was once again stunned into silence.

After a while, as the plane slowed down and circled for descent, Uncle Shi said to me, "The Sword Sect is a mysterious sect. It's neither like a religion nor like the martial arts sects that Chinese people are familiar with. It doesn't manage affairs, but various forces all revere it. Moreover, it never publicly acknowledges its existence. Many important figures in various Japanese forces are its followers, or even come from the Sword Sect... I'm afraid if you come here with a sword... it will be difficult for them to accept you as the Sword Master..."

"I know it's not simple! I like things that aren't simple!" I said calmly, without even raising my eyelids.

Uncle Shi sighed, shook his head, and said nothing more.

When the plane came to a stop and the gangway was lowered, Uncle Shi patted my shoulder and said, "Little Dragon! No matter what dangers or difficulties we face, Uncle Shi will stand with you. We both have the surname Hua, let's make a scene together!"

I felt a surge of warmth and comfort, and my fighting spirit soared as I said, "Alright! Let's make those Japanese turn the world upside down and make them scream like ghosts!"

This startled Uncle Shi's group of Japanese subordinates, who looked at me with bewildered expressions.

Sure enough, the security checks at Kyoto Airport were much stricter and more thorough than those at Sawara Airport, with several times more surveillance cameras.

However, there was no check on our group of Yamaguchi-gumi members; the car that picked us up took us directly from the tarmac and we left through a special gate without any trouble.

It seems the Japanese government really doesn't want to offend the Yamaguchi-gumi, and many members are right-wing. How could an organization dominated by right-wing elements in Japan protect foreigners who harm its national interests? So, probably based on this, the Japanese government still trusts the Yamaguchi-gumi. Little did they know that my tenth uncle, a Chinese man, had infiltrated the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan, allowing me to arrive in Kyoto effortlessly.

At this point, airport security paid special attention to arriving passengers from various countries, especially international students from China and South Korea, almost to the point of being deliberately difficult. I believe this incident has cooled their enthusiasm for the Japanese.

The sun had completely set, and the streetlights were gradually appearing, but it was nothing like the bustling, fast-paced Tokyo.

My tenth uncle told me his home was in the southern part of Kyoto, which was also his father-in-law's house. He decided to let me stay at his house first, and then move me to that quiet, secret location when no one was watching. It turned out that although the Japanese police had reached some kind of agreement with the Yamaguchi-gumi, they still had people tracking the Yamaguchi-gumi leaders, and my tenth uncle was naturally among them. So, as soon as I got off the plane, Japanese police officers followed my tenth uncle's convoy, which made it inconvenient for Nianli and the others to take him directly to that secret location.

Then my tenth uncle gave me a detailed introduction to the ancient city of Kyoto.

Kyoto City is composed of Nakagyo Ward, Kamigyo Ward, Sakyo Ward, Higashiyama Ward, Shimogyo Ward, Minami Ward, Nishikyo Ward, and Kita Ward, and is long and narrow from north to south. Only the Minami Ward is truly controlled by the Yamaguchi-gumi. Nakagyo Ward is mostly government agencies, schools, and colleges, while Kamigyo, Sakyo, Higashiyama, and Shimogyo Wards are mostly temples, palaces, and shrines. The famous former Imperial Palace and Imperial Gardens of Kyoto are located in Kamigyo Ward; Nijo Castle, Tokugawa Ieyasu's Kyoto residence, is well-known in Nakagyo Ward; Kiyomizu-dera Temple, Kyoto's oldest temple, was built in 798 AD by Cien, the first disciple of the Tang Dynasty monk Xuanzang; the small and exquisite Kinkaku-ji and Ginkaku-ji temples, adorned with gold and silver leaf, are not only the most famous sights in Higashiyama Ward but also enjoy a high reputation worldwide; Katsura Imperial Villa, located in Nishikyo Ward, is hailed as "the most beautiful Japanese architecture and garden in the world," featuring mountains, lakes, and islands, and was once a favorite spot for the Imperial Family to view the moon; Kyoto's most... The most famous temple is Nishi Hongan-ji, located in Shimogyo Ward. It boasts over ten national treasure-level historical buildings, among which the Hiun, Kinkaku, and Ginkaku are known as the Three Great Temples of Kyoto. Higashi Hongan-ji, just one block away, was originally a branch temple of Nishi Hongan-ji and is Kyoto's largest wooden temple. Both temples are located in bustling areas and have many worshippers. Heian Shrine in Sakyo Ward is the most magnificent of Japan's three major shrines,

and one of its three major annual festivals, the Jidai Matsuri, is held on October 22nd… Kita Ward is most famous for Amaterasu Shrine, which enshrines Amaterasu Omikami, the principal deity of Shintoism. South of Amaterasu Shrine is Hirano Shrine, the headquarters of the Black Dragon Society. North of Amaterasu Shrine is Amahara Gyoen, the location of the most mysterious sword sect, where legend has it that some have witnessed Amaterasu Omikami appearing.

"Is there really an Amaterasu Omikami?" I asked, not without sarcasm.

"I don't know! But the Japanese, especially the members of the Sword Sect, are said to be devout followers of Amaterasu, completely believing that she is protecting Japan's national destiny."

"Damn! If that were true, Hiroshima and Nagasaki wouldn't have been bombed with atomic bombs, and they wouldn't have lost the war. If it were true, the Great Kanto Earthquake wouldn't have caused a fire that burned for three days and three nights, killing 143,000 Japanese." "

Yes! But Kyoto did suffer the least damage in the air raids of World War II, especially the northern part of the city. The area north of Amaterasu Shrine is said to be a no-fly zone for any aircraft." "

A no-fly zone?"

"Yes, during World War II, the US Air Force also bombed Kyoto relentlessly, but the bombers were often shot down or crashed for various reasons. Later, the US military didn't dare bomb Kyoto anymore. The Japanese then said that Amaterasu was protecting them..."

"The Japanese really know how to create momentum and propaganda..."

"Of the many surviving historical sites and cultural relics in Kyoto after the war, 17 have been listed as World Heritage Sites, and the Japanese government has even designated many areas of Kyoto as no-fly zones..."

My aunt (I must have mistakenly written "aunt" before, now I'm correcting myself) once told me that Amaterasu, also known as Amaterasu Omikami, is the ruler of Takamagahara and the goddess of the sun in Japanese mythology. She is revered as the ancestor of the Japanese emperors and the highest deity in Shintoism. But yesterday, the mainland side told me that modern Japanese scholars have shown that the prototype of Amaterasu is Himiko, the queen of the ancient Yamatai Kingdom.

I don't care if Amaterasu is a real god or some queen, as long as she is a woman, and as long as she is still alive, I will definitely subdue her and make her my lowly and lewd sex slave, making her kneel before me like a dog and perform oral sex on me in front of her believers and subjects!

Haha! That would be so great! "I will definitely go to 'pay homage' to her when I have the chance!" A lewd smile crept onto my lips.

Uncle Ten looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"How strong is the Black Dragon Society?" I changed the subject.

"I don't know. Hirano Shrine is the Black Dragon Society's headquarters, but it's just where the leadership makes decisions and issues orders, and it's also a place to enshrine the spirits of Black Dragon Society members. The training bases for assassins and spies are elsewhere, likely directly managed by Japanese intelligence."

"Sigh! It seems difficult to eradicate them completely... But it's alright, we'll take as many as we can."

"Little Dragon, are you really confident?"

"Uncle, don't worry. While I wouldn't claim to be invincible, eliminating these Japanese scum is definitely no problem." I sensed the Japanese around me; whether they were perverted, insane, evil, or filthy, cowardly, and kind, none of them were truly "innocent" in my eyes. If I didn't believe the world should be more diverse, I would have slaughtered every last Japanese. Before seeing my family (I consider Uncle's wife and children my family, like my own children), I didn't want any killing. Otherwise, I would have taken hundreds of Japanese lives as a sacrifice to my ancestors the moment I got off the plane.

Although I spared the Japanese for now, my observation of them didn't diminish. At this moment, the Japanese in Kyoto can be divided into several categories: first, tourists from all over Japan, making up about 20%; second, local Kyoto residents, making up 60%, of whom 20% are engaged in manual labor, 10% in the service industry, and 10% are monks, clergy, etc.; and third, Japanese government employees, making up 10%, including overt and covert police, Japan Self-Defense Force personnel, intelligence agency personnel, government officials, and some semi-official, semi-civilian, and miscellaneous organizations. Now, everyone is on high alert, mobilized as if facing a major enemy. Some are on guard, others are on high alert. Police officers are checking suspicious persons everywhere, and surveillance vehicles and armed support vehicles are parked on the roadside. On the surface, they tell the public it's all to prevent attacks by Aum Shinrikyo's sarin gas, just like in other Japanese cities. Only I know that all of this is for me!

Aside from being more cautious, hurrying around, and having fewer people on the streets than usual, the Japanese people's lives are basically going on as normal. They probably believe that no natural or man-made disasters will befall the land protected by Amaterasu.

"Sigh... This is the first time Japan has seen this in so many years..." Uncle Shi sighed.

Although I was a little dissatisfied with Uncle Shi's tone and attitude, I could understand that he had lived here for so many years and had feelings for this place. And Chinese people's emotions are extremely rich and overflowing. I didn't want to say much about this, so I changed the subject and asked, "Uncle Shi, how is things at home?"

Uncle Shi immediately looked happy and said with no small amount of pride, "Very good! Your aunt, Kobayashi Yumi, is so beautiful and virtuous, sigh... She's simply a classic representative of Japanese women, possessing all the virtues a woman should have, she..." Uncle Shi praised his wife with the most effusive words, it seemed he was truly happy.

Then Uncle Shi boasted about how beautiful, smart, cute, and obedient his three daughters were, completely inheriting their mother's virtues. His eldest cousin, Ito An, was 13 years old and in the first year of Kyoto's Shinbara Private Middle School; his second cousin, Ito Sakura, was 11 years old and in the fifth grade of Amara Private Elementary School; and his third cousin, Ito Kiku, was 9 years old and in the third grade. Uncle Shi named them after flowers, clearly expressing his homesickness and deep affection for the Hua family.

I suddenly asked with a smile, "By the way, Uncle Shi! You wanted a son so badly, you must have been trying constantly, right?"

"That's right..." Uncle Shi chuckled.

"Then you must have been keeping many mistresses!"

"Hehe..."

"Quite a few, right?"

"Twelve."

"So many and you still couldn't have a son?"

"Sigh... all girls, eleven daughters..." Uncle Shi sighed helplessly, looking utterly disheartened.

I both understood and sympathized with Uncle Shi. This was something beyond my control. To avoid further upsetting him, I changed the subject again, asking seriously, "Uncle Shi, does Aunt Youmei know you're Chinese?"

"Yes."

"Are you worried about your identity being exposed?"

"At first I was a little worried, but not anymore. Now even your three cousins don't know I'm a Chinese from Taiwan. So your aunt is a very virtuous and remarkable woman. I love her very much! Even the women I keep know, because she knows I really want a son. Sigh…sometimes I really feel a little sorry for her!"

"Yes! What a good woman! It's a pity most Japanese…" I slowly clenched my fist.

"Xiaolong!"

"Hmm?"

"Could you…promise me?" Uncle Shi hesitated.

"What?"

"Except for those Black Dragon Society members, could you…not kill innocent people indiscriminately?" Uncle Shi stared at me.

"Of course not! Uncle Shi, do you think I'm a murderous monster? Although most Japanese are hateful, infuriating, and laughable, many (women) are also fun to play with! In this man's paradise, I won't solve problems with destruction. I think this world needs not only kindness and beauty, but also ambition, evil, and war. Only in this way can the world be rich and colorful, giving people a sense of crisis and keeping them vigilant, so that humanity can continue to progress. Otherwise, those who only know kindness will be ruthlessly eliminated. I believe that the Chinese are not weak, much less foolish. If I handle everything, when will the Chinese have the courage and strength to defeat the Japanese, or even stronger ones? As for our family feud, of course I will retaliate and demand revenge without mercy, because revenge and killing are also part of the richness of life. Since the Black Dragon Society has done such a thing, it should be prepared to be retaliated against and slaughtered. As for who is innocent, who can say for sure..." And it will also depend on my mood at the time.

"Little Dragon, I'm actually worried about you too! As the saying goes, 'Even a hero can't withstand a crowd!'"

"I know that, so I'll use these ancient tactics well: feinting, avoiding the strong and attacking the weak, dividing and conquering." Actually, at my level, strategy is no longer important. If I didn't have my own ideas, and if it were just a reckless man eager for revenge, slaughtering everyone in his path, no one could stop me. Even the whole of Japan couldn't withstand a month of my "sweeping." Unless there's a god-like figure in Japan more powerful than me, because I understand my own strength and know that humans are fragile and killing is easy. Even if there are equally powerful figures in Japan, if they don't discover me first and strike first, they'll be wiped out indiscriminately, because my power is ranged, and besides, there seems to be an unknown force behind me. These words to Uncle Ten were just to reassure him.

As for the Japanese "god" mentioned by Nianli, he's probably just a recently exploited psychic who has greatly increased his spiritual power. I believe he can't attack objects he can't see, and even if he could, I believe he's not as far away as I am. Otherwise, the world would already belong to the Japanese, and they wouldn't be so obedient to the Americans like dogs.

However, the oppressive feeling I felt when I flew over Kyoto was clearly from a master observing me, and he was indeed stronger than me. The distance between me and where I thought he was was at least 20 kilometers, while I can currently only sense areas with a radius of 7 kilometers. His aura was also much stronger than mine, but he retreated as soon as I revealed the "Sword Master's Blade." Clearly, he was wary of the "Sword Master's Blade," or rather, of the person wielding it—even in awe! Whether it's awe or wariness, I must meet him! To uncover the secret of my master, Xingyu.

Knowing of the existence of a master only intensifies my fighting spirit!

While Uncle Shi pondered in silence, I asked again, "Uncle Shi, have you ever been to Amahara Gyoen?"

"No! I've never even been to Amaterasu Shrine. Kyoto's Kita Ward isn't within the Yamaguchi-gumi's sphere of influence, but I heard that a former Yamaguchi-gumi leader visited Amahara Gyoen, though no details were mentioned." "

Then what's the general situation in Kita Ward…?"

"Kita Ward seems to… have a vast sphere of influence. There are no railways there, no modern buildings taller than 60 meters, but there are many traditional Japanese villas and gardens. The residents are mostly retired elderly people who were once prominent figures in the Japanese military, politics, and business. It's said that successive emperors also frequently visited secretly, and no one knows what they did there. So no one dares to cause trouble there; the security is the best because the guards are the tightest!"

As Uncle Shi and I talked, our convoy entered Kyoto's Minami Ward.

"Xiao Long! Just two more blocks and we'll be home," Uncle Shi said, pointing ahead.

My senses expanded, and I easily located Uncle Shi's house. It was a traditional Japanese garden-style villa, as large as my own. The photos of Uncle Shi, his wife, and children inside confirmed it was his home.

Inside, a beautiful young woman, undoubtedly Aunt Kobayashi Yumi, was happily cooking. With the help of the servants, the dining table was piled high with dishes that looked like delicacies, each covered with a silver dollop, awaiting the master of the house's return. On the sofa in the living room sat three pure and beautiful little girls, like Barbie dolls, laughing hysterically at the cartoons on TV. They were incredibly cute, almost as adorable as Green Shadow. They must be my eldest cousin, Anzu; my second cousin, Sakura; and my third cousin, Kiku.

"Mommy! When will Daddy be home?" Sakura asked, seeing Aunt Yumi untying her apron.

"He'll be home soon. Your dad's probably on his way. I'll call and ask!" Aunt Yumi said, dialing the number.

Sure enough, Uncle Shi's phone rang. My tenth uncle glanced at his phone, smiled, and said to me, "It's your aunt calling, probably asking where we are." He then answered the phone.

As I shared in this warm family affection and happiness, I also worried about my family back in Taiwan, wondering how they were doing.

When Uncle Shi put down his phone, he sighed happily and said, "Heaven has been kind to me! It's so good to have a warm and happy family!"

"Yes! But there are always people in the world who like to take away other people's happiness..."

Uncle Shi knew who I was referring to, so he said, "Today we'll just talk about family and everyday matters, not revenge. We can discuss revenge later, no need to rush! Are you worried that the Black Dragon Society will run away?"

"Okay!" Originally, I wanted to get up in the middle of the night and head straight to the Black Dragon Society's headquarters—Hirano Shrine—to kill everyone who was still breathing. But then I thought that there probably wouldn't be many people at the shrine at night. Although Hirano Shrine is the Black Dragon Society's headquarters, Japanese shrines are not suitable for living. The leaders of the Black Dragon Society wouldn't live there, much less be "working" at night. So it would be better to go during the day. I could pretend to be a tourist and blend into the crowd.

“Xiaolong, my house is actually quite big. I can arrange for them to stay here. Once the surveillance outside isn't so tight, I'll move them to my farm in the southern suburbs. What do you think?”

“Great!” Uncle Shi’s house is indeed large. Besides the several courtyard houses above ground, there’s a large secret basement. One of the secret rooms is filled with various weapons and a small amount of drugs. It seems suitable for secretly hiding the Crown Princess.

“Then let’s do it this way! Now my headache is that I don’t know how to introduce you to your aunt.”

“Easy! Just say I’m your nephew, and I just came from the countryside to visit you. I’ll be staying at your house for a while.”

“Then your aunt…”

“You can explain to her privately. You can hide it from her or tell her the truth.”

“Alright! We’ll get out of the car in a bit…” Uncle Shi instructed me on how to avoid his family’s sight and quickly led the four women into the courtyard of the guest room.

“No! Tenth Uncle,” I continued, pointing to the telekinetic power, “This young lady will be with us. Although her Japanese isn’t very good, she can still understand it. I’ll have her act like a woman who has suffered mental trauma, silent and withdrawn, without her speaking. As for the other three women, take them directly into the guest rooms and don’t let them come out. It would be best to have a secret room to hide this ‘Poison Woman’ and the Crown Princess.”

“Poison Woman?” Tenth Uncle pointed at the Poison Woman in surprise.

“Yes, she has special glands that secrete toxins, and they are extremely potent!”

“Ah?! Then wouldn’t that mean…”

“It’s alright, she’s unconscious now and under my control, so she won’t poison us. But just in case, we should lock her in a separate room until I subdue her.”

“Who is she?”

“Probably a secret superpowered warrior of the Japanese government! Actually, she’s an assassin!”

“So how do you plan to subdue her?”

“I have my own brilliant plan!”

Tenth Uncle didn’t ask any more questions. Now he knew a little about me, and asking him what I didn’t want to say was pointless.

Before the car pulled into Uncle Shi's villa, I woke Nianli up. First, I introduced my Uncle Shi to her, and then I introduced Nianli to him. Thankfully, Uncle Shi wasn't as surprised this time; perhaps he'd been too agitated by me today and was starting to get used to it. I asked Nianli to act like she'd suffered a mental breakdown and was taciturn, and she understandingly agreed.

When Aunt Youmei and her cousins were waiting in front of the house, the three cousins excitedly rushed to Uncle Shi as soon as he got out of the car, affectionately calling out, "Daddy! Daddy!!"

It was clear that Uncle Shi doted on his daughters, hugging and kissing each one, which made me, someone who had lost a father, feel a little envious. After Uncle Shi had finished being affectionate with his daughters, he introduced Nianli and me to his wife and children.

Aunt Youmei and the three cousins bowed in greeting according to Japanese etiquette. Perhaps because Uncle Shi rarely brought people home, especially "relatives" like us, Aunt Youmei and her cousins scrutinized Nianli and me carefully, focusing particularly on me. My two cousins, Xing and Ying, were whispering to each other, mostly about how handsome I was. Ugh! That's not my real face! If they saw my true face, I wonder what they'd think… Just as

I was feeling smug, my tenth uncle told my aunt to prepare dinner, while he personally drove Nianli and me to our lodgings—a detached Japanese-style wooden house with a small lake behind it, surrounded by a Japanese garden, making it very quiet and elegant. In Japan, where land is incredibly expensive, such a villa and garden are undoubtedly rare. I guessed the original owner of this villa was probably a nobleman or important figure from the past, whose history could be traced back even further. While Nianli

was marveling at it, my tenth uncle directed his men to carry a miniature machine gun into the house, then dismissed them.

Only when no one could see him did he carry the three women from the car into the house. Because my tenth uncle feared the Poisonous Woman, and secondly, because he was infatuated with the Crown Princess, he only took care of Masako; I would handle the other two women. I didn't want to perform telekinesis in front of Uncle Shi, lest I frighten him, so I carried the two girls into the house one after the other. One of the entrances to the secret chamber was inside this room.

Uncle Shi hesitated for a moment when he saw the telekinetic power, but still opened the mechanism for the secret door. However, the telekinetic power wasn't surprised at all; it seemed she had seen too many similar secret chambers and caves, far surpassing this in scale and sophistication. As for me, I wasn't surprised either; I felt I had lost a lot of fun.

After hiding the three girls and returning to the surface, my aunt had already come to invite us to dinner.

At this time, my two older cousins, Xing and Ying, were carefully examining themselves in the mirror, meticulously dressing up. Only my younger cousin, Ju, asked in confusion, "Sisters, what are you doing?" Cousins Ying

and Xing smiled at each other but didn't answer; only Xing turned around and said, "You'll know when you grow up!"

Ugh! What kind of growing up is that?!

But I don't think I have the right to say that to them; they are one year and three years older than me, respectively.

I can only sigh that Japanese girls are so precocious!

At the dinner table, we chatted happily as we ate. My two older cousins sat opposite me, frequently casting flirtatious glances at me with their big, watery eyes.

If it weren't for Uncle Shi, I might have been tempted to…

Earlier, before dinner, my aunt had pulled Uncle Shi aside to ask him something. He told me the truth, but didn't reveal the purpose of my trip to Japan or the massacre of Japanese people.

At this moment, Uncle Shi suddenly asked about my cousins' studies.

"School is temporarily closed starting tomorrow," my cousin Sakura replied.

"Closed? Why is school closed?"

"The school announced it; all schools in Japan are temporarily closed. Didn't you know, Dad?" my cousin Anzu asked curiously.

"Is it because of the Tokyo subway gas attack?"

"It seems so." Auntie nodded. "It's all those heartless bastards' fault!"

This is the Japanese reaping what they sowed; it's affecting their normal lives now. Actually, I think the Japanese government's main purpose is to facilitate the manhunt. If a shootout occurs during the manhunt, it can reduce casualties in public places. It seems the Japanese are really going all out to catch me, this superhuman! Aum Shinrikyo is really unlucky!

At this moment, one of Uncle Ten's men sneaked to a secluded corner, looked around, and after confirming no one was around, took out his phone, dialed a number, and it was quickly connected. He lowered his voice and said, "Reporting, Chief, today the target contacted a suspicious person and mysteriously brought four women home, among whom..."

Chapter 54 ◆ Poisonous Beauty Hua Yan

It turned out that this was an undercover agent of the Japanese police, who had infiltrated Uncle Ten's inner circle. He was reporting what he had seen and heard today to his superior. Fortunately, I reacted and acted quickly enough. Just as he said, "Reporting to the section chief, today..." I muted his voice from the phone's microphone. So his long report didn't reach the other end of the line. The other person, impatient from not hearing anything for so long, started to scold me, but I had also muted that. The undercover agent didn't hear his superior's reprimand, so both of them were talking past each other, each believing the other was listening.

The next moment, the undercover agent's phone inexplicably hung up, and he instantly lost consciousness, collapsed, and his heart stopped beating. I successfully thwarted this conspiracy, temporarily averting a crisis, and without even damaging Uncle Ten's villa.

The practice of the Japanese police and the Yamaguchi-gumi mutually sending undercover agents is no secret. However, the Yamaguchi-gumi usually executes police infiltrators in secret and brutally, while the Japanese police are powerless against the Yamaguchi-gumi. Therefore, I didn't need to worry about the Japanese police causing any trouble for my Uncle Ten.

Once again, I manipulated the object with my inner energy, and the undercover corpse stood up on its own, accelerating towards the wall. With a leap, it soared over the wall, gliding 40 meters through the air before landing neatly inside a garbage truck by the roadside, where it lay down obediently, blending into the trash. Meanwhile, a Japanese police surveillance car parked nearby remained completely unaware. Inside, two Japanese officers were discussing SM rope bondage techniques and debating which female police officer or superior would be more suitable for SM.

Hearing this, my lust surged, and gazing at the beauties before me, I fantasized about each of them: I wondered if my inner energy would allow me to do SM; the little bitch was definitely no problem; I'd even played with the Crown Princess, though unfortunately, the SM techniques weren't varied enough, not exciting enough. Listening to the experienced words of a genuine Japanese pervert, I felt I'd missed the most exciting thing. Now, with Uncle Ten treating Crown Princess Masako as his possession, it was inconvenient for me to get involved. It's a pity I can't touch Uncle Shi's wife, Kobayashi Yumi. Otherwise, it would be so exciting and thrilling to have SM with this gentle, beautiful, mature, and sexy aunt. And her three beautiful and lovely daughters... Alas! What a pity!

Oh, and there's also the Poisonous Woman! Although it's a bit dangerous, it would be quite a spectacle to tie her up. Besides the exceptionally beautiful and alluring flower painted on her right cheek, her left breast, extending down her entire back, right arm, buttocks, and right thigh, is covered with a graceful and vibrant flower, almost alive, radiating a dazzling and eerie aura. This is undoubtedly the masterpiece of a tattoo master, as its layout, color matching, and engraving techniques are all superb. I especially love the flowers on her buttocks and left breast; they are so delicate and lovely. The areola and nipple are cleverly designed as the flower's stamen, while the untattooed nipple on her right breast resembles a bee drawn to a flower—very lifelike. The Poisonous Woman is like a fairy among flowers, exuding a deadly allure.

Whether she's a poisonous flower, a bewitching flower, or a fairy among flowers, SM would definitely be exciting! This further strengthened my determination to subdue her.

Perhaps to cater to my uncle's tastes, my aunt's Japanese dishes had a strong Chinese influence, truly both beautiful and delicious. I kept praising her, which pleased my aunt so much that she kept pushing delicious food in front of me. Fortunately, Japanese people don't have the Chinese custom of putting food in other people's bowls, otherwise my bowl would definitely be piled high with beautiful and delicious dishes. And no one at the table seemed jealous of the hostess's actions, except for Nianli, who remained silent and quietly ate by herself, everyone just watched me wolf down my food with smiles.

Before we knew it, dinner was over. When we sat down in the living room to chat, Nianli had already quietly returned to the guest room. My tenth uncle's wife and daughters understood and sympathized with Nianli's "plight," so they weren't dissatisfied at all. In fact, the atmosphere became more relaxed and lively after Nianli left.

Now, my tenth uncle's three daughters are pestering me to play with their yo-yos. Yo-yo is one of the most popular recreational activities among young people and even adults in Japan. Those who are good at it are often admired and loved, and Japan holds countless yo-yo competitions every year. Most of the beautiful yo-yos I play with were gifts from my tenth uncle, though my skill level was only average. After growing up, I haven't played yo-yo at all. Now, having achieved some success in "Yo-yo Mastery" in *Male Superiority Yang Gong*, I'm confident. Regardless of whether I have any impure thoughts about my three beautiful and lovely cousins, from a man's perspective of showing off in front of girls, I'm going to put on a good show.

So I took a crystal yo-yo, and after familiarizing myself with the technique, I began a dazzling and spectacular performance. The yo-yo flew up and down under my control, performing various skills and difficult moves one after another, without repeating any.

My three cousins clapped and cheered, and even my tenth uncle and his wife, who were chatting nearby, looked over and praised my wonderful performance.

Seeing the adoring looks on my three cousins' faces, I became even more smug. I grabbed another flashing yo-yo and joined in the even more dazzling performance. The two yo-yos, like two playful butterflies, danced rapidly, sometimes intertwining affectionately, sometimes chasing each other playfully and energetically. It was truly dazzling and exhilarating. Even yo-yo masters couldn't compare!

And I could play even better and more spectacularly than the masters. If I wanted, I could control even more yo-yos at the same time and join the performance, but I was afraid of scaring them, so I didn't dare to overdo it.

Even so, my three beautiful and lovely cousins looked at me as if I were their idol, their eyes filled with fervent worship, love, admiration, and affection. When I finally finished my performance, my three cousins, Xing, Ying, and Ju, cheered and rushed over, ignoring their parents' presence, and jumped right into my arms. My tallest cousin, Xing, even stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around my neck, and kissed my cheek. I could feel my cousin Xing's budding figure, its curves displaying an astonishing elasticity and softness, enveloped me in a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. My tenth uncle and aunt, however, simply watched us with smiles.

Oh! What a little vixen! Trying to seduce me like that, doesn't she know I have the least self-control when it comes to pretty girls? If my tenth uncle hadn't been there, I would have devoured her right then and there.

As I watched my tenth uncle awkwardly shrug, my cousin Ying took my hand, saying she'd show me their room and ask me to teach them how to play with a yo-yo. I looked at my tenth uncle with a "helpless" expression, seeking his opinion. He chuckled and waved me on, clearly trusting me completely! But I wasn't so sure about myself.

The three cousins shared a room. It wasn't that they were crammed together because there weren't enough rooms; the room was actually quite large, with spacious tatami mats enough for thirty or forty people to sleep comfortably. Three low desks against the wall each held a desktop computer. Aside from some calligraphy and paintings that appeared to be the cousins' own work hanging on the walls, there was nothing else. This was a typical Japanese room, with all the essentials hidden behind sliding doors and cabinets. Only the bathroom was modernly furnished, large enough for three people to use the toilet and wash up simultaneously, and still felt spacious. All of this indicated that their tenth uncle's intention was to foster a closer and stronger bond between the sisters.

Opening a few more gates reveals a secluded backyard, three times the size of the bedroom. The lawn is planted with bamboo, plum blossoms, pine trees, and various flowers, along with a large and a small maple tree. A swing hangs from the larger maple, its leaves now a vibrant red, a beautiful sight. A delicate waterfall cascades down the wall, its waterwheel flowing into a small pond where fish can be seen swimming. A few floating lotuses, stone lanterns and chairs arranged in a pleasing arrangement, wind chimes, dolls, and lanterns under the eaves create a Japanese garden that seamlessly blends home and landscape. It is truly breathtaking, a scene of beauty at every turn, a microcosm of grandeur, subtly conveying a philosophy of life.

Living in such an environment naturally brings peace and tranquility, a serene and undisturbed state of mind (who cares about the outside world's hustle and bustle, the police commotion [Japanese police have intensified surveillance due to losing contact with their undercover agents]). Even the people there seem exceptionally graceful and ethereal! No wonder the three cousins, inheriting excellent genes, have become so beautiful.

As I sincerely exclaimed in admiration, my cousins pulled me into the yard, asking me to teach them how to play with a yo-yo.

To be honest, performing was easy for me, but teaching was difficult. After all, I was using cheating methods; without my "male superiority technique," I was just an ordinary person, and they didn't have my skills, so teaching them was naturally difficult. Fortunately, my cousins seemed to have ulterior motives; they seemed to prefer watching me perform and gazing at me tenderly from close proximity.

The result, naturally, was intimate contact, allowing me to take advantage of them. Especially since my cousins were dressed in cute Japanese sailor uniforms—short skirts, barely visible underwear, long, beautiful legs, and white cotton socks—they were both innocent and adorable, making it even easier for me to take advantage. However, judging from my cousins' excited eyes, it seemed I was the one being taken advantage of. I could only sigh again at the precocious nature of Japanese girls! Even my nine-year-old cousin, Kiku, kept squeezing closer to me.

"Brother Longrui, are you from Fukuoka?" Anzu suddenly asked, and the atmosphere instantly became unusual.

When my tenth uncle introduced me, he called me "Ito Ryuuji," saying I was from my hometown in the countryside of Fukuoka and was 17 years old. "Yes!" I could only reply.

"But Dad said before that there was no one left in our hometown of Fukuoka, so how did you, my brother, suddenly appear?" Sakura asked curiously.

"Hehe! Uncle probably didn't want to implicate the family, so he kept it a secret." My explanation seemed plausible.

"But...but...we don't want Ryuuji to be our brother."

"Why?" If I still didn't understand what they were thinking at this point, I'd be a complete idiot.

"Because...because...in short, we don't want Ryuuji to be our brother!" Anzu said sadly.

The innocent Kiku said without hesitation, "Because we like Ryuuji."

"You can still like him even if he's your brother!" I continued to play dumb.

"No! I just don't want Ryuuji to be our brother!" Anzu shouted and ran off, rushing into the bathroom.

Sakura followed her in, but Kiku stayed by my side, tears welling up in her eyes. She burst into tears, threw herself into my arms, and hugged me tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.

I sighed inwardly. These Japanese girls fall in love so quickly! I patted Kiku's head helplessly, but there was nothing I could do to comfort her.

Even when I left their room, Anzu and Sakura hadn't come out. I knew they were heartbroken inside, saddened that I was their "brother" and they couldn't take our relationship any further. I felt like I was in a classic Japanese romantic drama.

"What's wrong? You seem unhappy," Nianli teased as soon as I entered.

"Sigh! Nothing."

"Those three little girls didn't..."

Now I could tell Nianli was jealous—jealous of the three little girls. But I felt happy and pounced on her, grabbing her and trying to kiss her. But Nianli insisted I reveal my true form before she would let me touch her, so I gave in.

When I revealed my true form, Nianli's passionate and proactive behavior surprised me. No wonder some say women who have tasted forbidden fruit for the first time are especially clingy. Desire reignited in my heart, and we frantically tore off each other's clothes.

Soon, we were completely naked, facing each other with utter honesty. Our mouths remained intimately intertwined.

I lifted Nianli's cute, sexy little bottom, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, my large penis gently pressing against her wet opening. The moment I let go, it would plunge in. Nianli clung tightly to my neck, murmuring, "Give...me..." her little bottom throbbing.

Okay, I released my grip, and most of my penis was immediately enveloped and squeezed by her soft, warm embrace, the slippery sensation giving me comfort.

Since the room was spacious with tatami mats, it was easy for me to carry Nianli around. Occasionally, I would accelerate, stepping onto a wooden pillar, leaping up, then doing a backflip, landing quietly on the tatami floor, but Nianli would scream in fright. I, however, became even more smug, jumping and running around the room like I was doing extreme sports! Or more like a circus performance, a strange kind of sexual act.

As I was having a blast, Nianli, being no ordinary person, gradually got used to my antics and started yelling excitedly, finding it incredibly thrilling.

So I proudly began to try various moves, the most exciting being my unrestrained dancing – tango, samba, modern dance, disco, breakdancing, and ballet – much to Nianli's delight, clinging tightly to me. Samba was Nianli's favorite, as it was the most passionate and romantic, allowing her to rub and thrust against me most intensely. It was a pity there was no music or DV camera!

But we had a melody in our hearts, a joyful melody echoing deep within our souls!

Finally, with a loud shout, the symphony reached its climax, and Nianli felt as if she had been electrocuted, her whole body convulsing and trembling violently. My back and shoulders suffered even more; had it not been for my profound skill, I fear I would have been bleeding profusely.

After a while, Nianli finally nestled wearily in my arms, satisfied yet exhausted. Sweat and other fluids mingled in the intoxicating scent of the room, and her soft moans and gasps signaled the melody was nearing its end.

I, however, was not yet satisfied, but out of love for my beloved, I dared not "torture" her any further.

Soon, my beautiful face, flushed with spring, drifted off to sleep with a happy, contented smile.

I tucked Nianli in, then, naked, opened the mechanism to the underground chamber and descended the steps, heading straight for the Poison Girl.

Meanwhile, Uncle Shi had just finished talking to my aunt about me and was now intimately entwined with her in bed, the prelude to their lovemaking.

I arrived at the secret chamber where the Poison Girl was imprisoned, first undressing her to reveal her perfectly proportioned figure. Anyone could tell that the Poison Girl must exercise regularly or practice martial arts, otherwise, she would never possess such supple yet resilient, firm yet incredibly elastic skin. The strange tattoos on her body did not detract from the poison woman's beauty at all; on the contrary, they added a mysterious and alluring charm. The flower tattooed on her right arm, in particular, seemed somewhat out of place with the overall design of her tattoos. The abstract chrysanthemum-shaped flower, composed of red and black lines, resembled a rune or some kind of emblem, perhaps representing some identity or something else.

I didn't care. After arranging her and me in a very intimate position (she lay on her back, her legs spread and supported by me, I knelt behind her buttocks, my large penis pressing against her private parts, looking down at her as if ready to rape her at any moment), I released her sleeping pressure point.

"Ah! Who are you?" the poison woman asked as soon as she woke up and saw me. Then, she quickly looked around and exclaimed in panic, "Where is this?"

"The people who captured you! This is the basement," I replied with a light laugh, but in reality, I was very cautious. I had already prepared a tight protective shield around her to prevent her from using her poison gas.

"What are you going to do?" The poisonous woman tried to struggle but found she couldn't move. She exclaimed in alarm, "What have you done to me?"

"I'm going to rape you. I've used pressure point techniques on you!" I answered truthfully.

Strangely, the Poison Woman calmed down considerably, though she still feigned panic, evident in her breathing and heart rate. "No! Let me go! Please let me go!"

I hissed, "Stop pretending! Trying to poison me is impossible!" "Did

you capture me and bring me here?"

"Yes!" I quickly transformed my appearance back into that of a Japanese man.

"Ah! It's you!" The Poison Woman was quite surprised. "What are you going to do?" She tried to struggle but couldn't move. "

To subdue you!"

The Poison Woman's face immediately filled with contempt. "Subdue me? Hahaha! Fine! Let's see how you subdue me!" Ignoring her, I gently stroked her smooth thighs and buttocks, especially leering at her private parts. The woman's private parts were small, but the small tuft was exceptionally long—truly exquisite! Like red beans ,

it appeared somewhat large, with only one fold, without any distinction between large and small, like a single eyelid, making it look very small, plump, full, and cute. And because of the presence of my large penis, it was stretched open, like a greedy mouth swallowing a sausage.

"Pervert! Vulgar! Let me go!"

"Hmph! You Japanese have no right to call others perverts! Do you know? The most perverted people in the world are you Japanese!"

"You're not Japanese?" The woman's eyes widened.

"You only realized that now? Idiot!" I didn't miss any opportunity to mock her.

But she ignored my mockery and continued to ask, "Are you South Korean? Or Chinese?"

"Chinese!" "I reverted to my true self, because humiliating the Japanese naturally requires appearing as a Chinese person. However, this little Japanese put the South Koreans first, indicating that in the Japanese perception, South Koreans are more daring and decisive (this applies to both South and North Korea), while many Chinese either remain indifferent or apathetic, turning a blind eye. It's said that whenever Wang Xuan appeared in court, there wasn't a single Chinese person or any Chinese media in the audience. How could this not make the Japanese look down on the Chinese? In the Japanese eyes, only the South Koreans dare to use drastic methods (there are too many examples). Therefore, the Japanese are wary of the South Koreans but don't care about the Chinese, because the Japanese know that the Chinese are weak and disunited, all bark and no bite, or no bite at all. That's why when they are brutally slaughtered, they immediately think of the South Koreans instead of the Chinese.

"Where are my...comrades?"

"They either died from your poison gas or from my hands, not one spared!" I said with a smile.

"Bastards! You Chinese only know how to sneak around..."

"Ha!" "I don't think so! I think you Japanese are despicable, trashy, perverted, and deformed!" Although I rarely have the chance to curse, I believe my cursing skills are no less than those of the Japanese. "

Hmph! I think you Chinese are all talk and no action. Show me what you've got!" The venomous woman glanced contemptuously at my crotch.

"Hehe! No rush! Subduing you, this tool for sexual release, no! This tool for excretion, won't take me long. Now, while you still have your last bit of self-awareness, I want to know some things, like your name, your identity, and so on."

"If you dare rape me, I'll tell you, hmph!" Although the venomous woman snorted coldly, her eyes still gave me a seductive look.

"I know you want to use me to poison my 'treasure' while I'm fucking you, fine! As you wish! Here I come!" With a forceful thrust, my 'treasure' was immediately inserted all the way in, causing the venomous woman to scream in pain. I laughed and said, "Alright! I'm fucking you, you slut, now you can tell me!" "At the same time, I secretly applied my full 'aphrodisiac' power, which spread throughout her entire body along with my large penis.

The Poisonous Woman groaned for a while, and seeing that I was not only unharmed but also increasingly energetic in my penetration, coupled with the weakened willpower due to the 'aphrodisiac' power, and the considerable pleasure my rape brought her, she finally groaned, 'My name is... Hua Yan... nickname... 'Poisonous Princess'...'"

"Haha! Not bad! So your name is Hua Yan, it seems we are destined to meet!"

The Poisonous Princess looked at me with confusion while enduring my pleasurable "punishment."

"Because my surname is Hua, and your name also has the character 'Hua,' so we are destined to meet!"

"I don't have the surname Hua! And I don't even have that surname!"

"I know! There is no surname Hua in Japan. Your name is just a code name. It's very likely that you were an orphan from a young age, so..."

"How did you know?" The Poisonous Princess asked in surprise.

"I guessed right?" "

The Poison Princess, her face growing increasingly flushed, nodded.

"According to the storyline, someone with special abilities like you would definitely be noticed by the Japanese government, so they either took you away from your parents when you were young or killed them..."

"That's not true! I'm a 'Flower Ninja,' I've been a 'Flower Ninja' since I was young..." The Poison Princess realized she had let something slip.

"'Flower Ninja'? You're not like the Sunset from the manga 'Kouga Ninja Scrolls,' are you? So your poison skills are learned, not innate?"

"So what if they are... ah..." The Poison Princess dared to be so arrogant in front of me, so naturally she had to endure my barrage of criticism.

"Is the mark on your right arm the symbol of the 'Flower Ninja'?"

"Ah... ah... ya... yes... yes... ah... it's also... my... identity... mark... ah..."

"Then what is your identity in the 'Flower Ninja'?"

"'Flower Ninja'... ya... the future... ah... leader... woo... woo..."

"Tell me about the Flower Ninja." "

Under my 'aphrodisiac' and all-out fucking, the somewhat delirious Poison Princess Hua Yan, sobbing and weeping, finally managed to give a rough outline of the Flower Ninja's secret. According to Poison Princess, the Flower Ninja has a history of over a thousand years, even earlier than the Iga and Koga dynasties. It turns out that the Flower Ninja's predecessor was the personal bodyguard of Queen Himiko of Yamatai, who was revered by the Japanese as Amaterasu Omikami. The bodyguards were all women, and later this bodyguard gradually evolved into a ninja organization, serving Amaterasu Omikami instead of the queen. For over a thousand years, there has never been a male ninja in the organization. In addition, Japan is still patriarchal, so the Flower Ninja has always been small in size, with a maximum of no more than 400 members. Now, the total number of Flower Ninja is no more than 150, most of whom are orphans adopted from a young age. The headquarters of the Flower Ninja is north of Kitayama, and the current leader of the Flower Ninja is Poison Princess's mother, 'Hana Rei'.

'Amaterasu Omikami?'" "Does Amaterasu really exist?" I muttered mockingly to myself.

"Insolence! How dare you offend the supreme and noble Amaterasu!" the Poison Princess, consumed by lust, suddenly roared.

Damn it! What's so great about her! Try giving me oral sex if you dare! Right! Isn't it said that all sects in Japan revere the "Sword Sect"? Fine! Let me test you! I channeled my energy, and the "Sword Master's Blade" hidden in a corner on the ground immediately flew through the air.

"Do you know what this is?" I pointed to the "Sword Master's Blade" hovering in the air.

The jewel-encrusted scabbard of the "Sword Master's Blade" made the Poison Princess examine it carefully for a moment, then she said, "A Japanese sword."

"Take another look!" The scabbard fell, revealing the gleaming "Sword Master's Blade.

" "Ah!? 'Sword Master's Blade'!!" "As expected, Poison Princess recognized the Sword Master's Blade at a glance, and was so excited that she even tried to kneel and bow to the sword.

After failing in vain, Poison Princess asked in fear, "Where did you come from with this sword?"

"The Japanese Imperial Palace."

"Ah! So the 'Sword Master's Blade' has always been in the Imperial Palace..."

"Oh! What's going on?" I relaxed my attack.

Poison Princess recounted in a soft, panting voice, "The Blade of the Sword Master is not only a symbol of power within the Sword Sect, but possessing it is tantamount to being a representative of Amaterasu Omikami. However, during the Meiji Restoration in Japan, the Sword Sect's most prized possession, the Blade of the Sword Master, mysteriously disappeared. According to the investigation by the Flower Ninja leader at the time, it was speculated that it might have been stolen by fanatics within the Sword Sect and given to the Japanese Emperor in order to better consolidate the Emperor's power in order to carry out the radical Meiji Restoration reforms (which confirmed my speculation).

"So, does that mean I, now possessing the 'Sword Master's Blade,' am the sect leader of the Sword Sect and the representative of Amaterasu Omikami?"

"Logically, yes, but I wonder how many people will respect this agreement now."

"Is there really an Amaterasu Omikami? Have you seen her?"

"Of course! Hanashinobu exists for Amaterasu Omikami! The Sword Sect's backyard and the entire southern part of Kitayama are Amaterasu Omikami's residence, and also forbidden territory! This is an absolute secret! Only the Japanese upper class and servants who serve the supreme Amaterasu Omikami are qualified to know." "

Is that so? Then I must meet her sometime." The Japanese must be telling a myth. I think for over a thousand years, the Japanese upper class and ruling class have been using either methods to keep the people ignorant or self-hypnotizing themselves to find spiritual sustenance. And that's understandable, because there aren't many people without spiritual sustenance. If someone possessed extraordinary skills and special abilities, I might easily believe it; at least I believe my master, Xingyu, is definitely a near-godlike figure.

Wait… My master Xingyu… Sword Master's Blade… A thousand years ago… Male supremacy and Yang cultivation… Ancient China… Extraterrestrial remnants and Tang Huina and her daughter… Queen Himiko of Yamatai… Amaterasu… That strange feeling on the plane… Could it be…

No way… Oh my god… This is highly likely… Regardless of what era my master Xingyu lived in, he appeared in ancient China more than a thousand years ago, influencing extraterrestrial remnants, and even influencing other planets much earlier. Putting that aside for now, my master may have come to ancient Japan, encountered Queen Himiko of Yamatai, and the result was definitely that my master… [illegible], and then, after leaving or under some other circumstances… He left behind the Sword Master's Blade and the Sword Sect, as well as Queen Himiko, who received the true teachings of her master. According to the master's description of the "Male Supremacy Yang Technique," it was an unparalleled skill capable of transforming ordinary people into godlike beings. Queen Himiko, revered as Amaterasu by the Japanese, was actually just a woman of the master's, possessing godlike or exceptionally powerful abilities. However, under the master's... perhaps constraint, she was forbidden from interfering with the historical process and civilizational development of ordinary people, namely, Japan. This explains why ancient Japan didn't achieve its former strength and advanced civilization, nor why it remained silent when attacked by the Americans after its defeat in World War II.

This is my immediate speculation. If correct, then is this supposedly ancestor of the Japanese Emperor, Amaterasu, alive or dead? If she truly met the master and received his true teachings, then her survival or becoming a god is not a fantasy. If all of this is as I suspect, then why did the master create a Japanese god?

Was it because he was irresistibly attracted by her beauty and seductive arts?

Or... or... to create a Japanese empire for his disciple (who is definitely Chinese) to inherit?

If that's the case, putting aside the question of whether the Sword Master's Blade is truly intimidating, just comparing the feeling on the plane, it's definitely a situation where the servant is stronger than the master. Trying to subdue the Japanese goddess Amaterasu is nothing short of a pipe dream. Just surviving would be a miracle!

At this moment, I no longer feel that sweeping across Japan is an easy and enjoyable thing!

But I will never be cowardly or retreat! Leaving aside the fact that my guess is completely unfounded, just the fact that I have obtained the "Male Supremacy Yang Technique" and am currently using its power, as my master's disciple, I will absolutely not be afraid of the Japanese before the battle even begins!

Amaterasu! You wait! Whether you stick your legs out or stick your butt out, I'm not afraid of you!

Wait! Didn't the Japanese say that the Emperor is a descendant of Amaterasu? Could it be Master's philandering child? Ugh! If that's the case, Master, why did you have to be so philandering? Why leave behind such a bad seed!

"What kind of kung fu is this?" Poison Princess asked.

I thrust a few times forcefully, then triumphantly declared in Mandarin, "'Ri' Gong!"

"Ri Gong?" Poisonous Consort repeated in broken Chinese, puzzled.

"In northern China, 'Ri' means 'fuck'!" I teased, still speaking in Mandarin.

"Damn? What does that mean?"

I had to explain in Japanese, "It means I'm fucking you right now, you little Japanese slut! Haha!!"

Poisonous Consort blushed, a rare sight, her beautiful eyes realizing I was toying with her. But perhaps knowing she had no advantage in this topic or the current situation, she changed the subject, speaking seriously, "I meant you..." Her gaze fell on the Sword Master's Blade hovering in mid-air, and she continued, "Why can it stay suspended in mid-air? What kind of skill is that?"

Oh! That's what she's asking! Okay! Regardless of whether Amaterasu and other such nonsense are true or not, let me just ramble on and fool this little Japanese devil. I said, "What I have is indeed 'Sun Kung Fu.' Chinese names are too complicated and profound, so the term 'Sun Kung Fu' is the most appropriate description (I just hope my master won't blame me if he knows). It, along with the kung fu of your Flower Ninja and Sword Sect, and even Japanese swordsmanship, all originated from the same person, my master Gao Xingyu, a Chinese... You don't believe me? Fine! I'll tell you, more than a thousand years ago, my master came to Japan and met your Amaterasu Omikami. Of course, at that time, your Amaterasu Omikami was just the queen of Yamatai. You still don't believe me?"

"Of course I don't believe it! Our supreme Amaterasu..."

I quickly interrupted Poison Princess, saying, "Alright, alright! If your Amaterasu is truly supreme and all-powerful, why is ancient Japan not only backward but also lacking in writing, only directly copying many things from China during the Tang Dynasty? Besides, you yourself admit that Amaterasu was the queen of the ancient Yamatai Kingdom. Even if she became a god then, your Amaterasu Omikami is only a little over a thousand years old. Are gods only a little over a thousand years old?"

Poison Princess was speechless.

I thrust hard a few times and continued, "My master was an extraordinary figure. He came to Japan more than a thousand years ago and, seeing the backwardness of Japan at that time, helped Queen Himiko of Yamatai. He not only taught you how to forge iron and swords but also how to use swords..."

"Nonsense! Japanese swords were designed and created by the Japanese themselves!"

"Heh! Reason doesn't need to be loud!" I thrust harder again, saying, "Look at this sword. This sword has existed since the time of your Queen Himiko, hasn't it?" I moved closer to Poison Princess on my sword, letting her see it clearly.

"Yes! It's recorded in our records."

"Good! That means this sword is over a thousand years old, right?"

"Yes."

"Do you think the forging techniques used in this sword are from over a thousand years ago?"

Poison Princess was speechless.

"Look at the alloy composition, the texture of the metal, the patterns on the blade, the sharpness of the edge—it hasn't nicked or chipped even after all this time..."

"Of course it won't nick or chip, because no one has the right or qualification to use this supreme 'Sword Master's Blade'! Except for the supreme Amaterasu!"

"Haha! Sorry! I used it last night. I not only cut 47 Japanese swords in half, but also many dog bones!"

"You!" Poison Princess's eyes were filled with rage.

"You don't need to glare at me like that! According to your rules, I'm already your master. Doesn't a master have the right to slaughter a few dogs?" I glared back at her, and with a powerful thrust of my big darling, I showed her who was the master!

Seeing that she silently endured my rough treatment, I continued, "Look at this sword. There's not a single scratch on the blade, not even a mark on the patterns."

Poison Princess indeed curiously examined the sword's blade.

"This sword wasn't sharpened from the moment it was forged; it was completed in one go, formed instantly!"

Poison Princess exclaimed "Ah!" and listened intently as I continued.

"This kind of craftsmanship, this kind of situation, even with modern technology, couldn't achieve this level of sharpness and hardness. Ah! You haven't seen how easily it cuts through bone and metal, as if chopping vegetables." "

This further proves it's a divine object used by Amaterasu." She even knew how to counterattack.

"Hehe! Clever! You even know how to refute me! Fine! Now I'll prove it belongs to my master!" I stopped what I was doing and said seriously, "I believe you've seen a painting hanging in the headquarters of your Flower Ninja Clan and the secret chamber of the Sword Sect, or rather, many paintings. The paintings depict various exquisite sword techniques, and the figure in the paintings is only one: my master, a portrait of a man in ancient Chinese clothing from over a thousand years ago, dressed in the style of ancient Chinese figures, and very handsome. He is my master, Gao Xingyu."

Poisonous Princess's breath hitched instinctively, her blood surging, and her face flushed.

It seems I was right after all. My master, this womanizing fellow, not only had affairs with these Japanese, but also left his martial arts techniques in the Sword Sect, and even in the Flower Ninja Clan. His portrait even became the dream lover and object of fantasy for these later Japanese beauties. Wow! Master, you're truly amazing!

But does this mean my wild guesses and analysis earlier were true? Is this really true?

I felt my breathing and heartbeat quicken, but I had to continue analyzing: "I believe the sword my master is holding in the painting is the Blade of the Sword Master, right?"

"Yes," Poison Princess replied softly, her beautiful eyes lowered.

"Have you ever seen a portrait of Himiko using the Blade of the Sword Master?"

"Of course!" Poison Princess looked directly at me.

"Are there any portraits of my master and Amaterasu together?"

"No."

"Oh?" That shouldn't be the case! If I were my master, I would definitely leave behind various intimate portraits of him and Amaterasu, especially recording the exciting moments when he treated her like a bitch and a sex slave. Oh! Right, even if there were such a painting, the equally face-conscious Japanese would definitely not display it, or even keep it to this day.

"However, on a huge rock at the top of Kitayama, there is a carving of...you...you...master and...and...the Great God..." Poison Princess's voice grew softer and softer.

"Really? Haha! What does the scene look like? Is it like what we are like now?"

"No way!" Poison Princess rolled her eyes at me.

I immediately positioned the Poison Princess in a kneeling, dog-like position, her jade buttocks raised high, and then I fucked her from behind, laughing wildly as I asked, "Is that how it is?"

"No! They were watching the sunrise, just leaning together..."

"Really? Was my master that honest?" If it were me, I'd leave all sorts of wonderful images of him and Amaterasu in intimate poses on rocks all over Japan, to properly educate the Japanese on the art of "fucking."

"By the way! I almost fooled you. How can you prove that the man in the portrait is your master? He's a figure from over a thousand years ago, you..."

"Heh! Okay! My master left some martial arts manuals and records of his carefree life in various places in China. I only know everything because I obtained these manuals and records. But do you know? My master didn't teach you Japanese the truly powerful internal energy cultivation methods, so what you know are only superficial external skills. Otherwise, ancient China would have been destroyed by you long ago." I thrust quickly.

"Is...it...really...like that...ah...please...you...be gentle...gentle...gentle...oh...oh...oh...a little..." Poison Princess was so overwhelmed by my ministrations that she could barely speak.

"Of course it's true! My master's orders were for me to come to Japan and become the master of your Japan! So, you little bitch, how dare you speak to your master like this?" I slapped her snow-white buttocks hard, leaving a mark. Getting carried away, I slapped her other buttock as well.

I was having a blast, using both hands simultaneously.

Poison Princess cried out in pain, begging for mercy.

But at the same time, I could feel her masochistic tendencies being awakened. With a series of slaps, kneading and pinching, I ravaged Poison Princess's snow-white, delicate buttocks until they were red and vibrant, a beautiful sight! The excitement within her caused her to surge with desire, her juices flowing freely. Her expressions of pleasure and pain, along with her moans, clearly demonstrated that this Japanese beauty's body was perfectly suited for SM games!

"Now you should believe that your Amaterasu and my master have a thing for each other, and that I am your master, right?"

"I...I...I..."

"Hmph! If you don't believe, you must accept the punishment!" I thrust hard, fully enjoying the stimulation and pleasure like a sadomasochistic AV actress.

But Poison Princess was really good at enduring it. No matter how uncomfortable and painful it was, she just groaned and cried out, refusing to admit defeat.

Okay! I have many more tricks up my sleeve. I'll let her try them one by one and see how long she can last. I pulled out my big treasure and pressed it against Poison Princess's vagina, rubbing it lightly a few times, just about to thrust hard.

"No!" (Japanese beauties are most sexy and alluring when they say "Ame-to-yo!", which can most arouse men's lust.)

"No what?" I stopped and asked.

"..."

Without saying anything, I thrust in again. My big treasure was immediately squeezed into the narrow and tight little hole, making it difficult to even pull back, let alone how my poor big treasure was squeezed. However, the little hole was also squeezed to the point of tearing by my big treasure, making it bloody, like it had been deflowered.

The consequence, of course, was a predictable hysterical scream, "Ah—!" The volume was so loud it seemed to shake Japan into the sea. However, thanks to my sound barrier, the noise was confined to the underground chamber. Fortunately, the little bitch and the Crown Princess were put to sleep in the next room, otherwise their eardrums would have been severely damaged.

But I could tolerate the noise. As the punisher, I was naturally impartial. My towering cannon continued the cycle of one nation retaliating against another, the Chinese man's violation of the Japanese woman, solely to conquer her, to let the Japanese understand that the Chinese saying "evil begets evil" was not just empty words, but also contained a different kind of pleasure.

As for the other Chinese saying, "Those who offend our mighty Han, though far away, shall be punished!" I thought I would soon put it into practice.

"Ah...no...stop...stop...ah...please...please...ah..." The Poisonous Princess begged for mercy, tears streaming down her face.

"Agree to be my master! The master of you Japanese!"

"...No...absolutely not...ah..."

To be honest, I admired her stubbornness; even after I'd put her in this state, she remained defiant. Unfortunately, she was far from being a match for me. I laughed, "Fine! Since you refuse to acknowledge me as the master of you Japanese, then I'll throw this 'Blade of the Sword Master' into the cesspool."

"No! Please don't do this! Please!" Poison Princess pleaded excitedly, "'Blade of the Sword Master' is not only the number one sword in Japan, but also represents Amaterasu, the sun goddess. It is the spirit of our Japanese nation. Insulting 'Blade of the Sword Master' is..."

"What does this have to do with me! To tell you the truth, I actually despise you Japanese people, and I even wish I could wipe you out and exterminate your race. So I have no desire to be your damn master. To be your master would be an insult to me, but I have no choice but to obey my master's orders. I'm more than happy to accept your refusal. I think your wish represents the wishes of most Japanese people. They are definitely unwilling to serve me as their master, just like you. So I threw this broken sword into the cesspool, and my master can no longer find it. I just said that this mission to Japan failed, and he had nothing to say."

"No! I am willing to acknowledge you as my master! Master!"

"Really?"

"Really! Master!" Poison Princess turned around and gave me a charming smile.

"What about the other Japanese people?"

"Well... I think they are also very willing to serve you as... master..." Poison Princess's voice grew softer and softer, clearly lacking confidence.

"Heh! Who are you trying to fool! I know you Japanese are the most two-faced, ungrateful, treacherous, and heartless people. You must be looking for a chance to secretly kill me, right?" "

This servant swears: If I am two-faced to my master, and stab him in the back, may I suffer endless torment, beheaded, and

die a horrible death!" Beheading is a grave taboo for the Japanese; this oath is undeniably vicious. But I said, "This oath is too lenient. I know you Japanese are not afraid of death at all, so such an oath is completely insincere."

"Then what kind of oath can prove my sincerity?"

"Unless you say: 'If you don't sincerely acknowledge me as your master, may Amaterasu drink your urine and eat your excrement!' Then I'll believe you."

"Ah..."

"How about that? Don't dare to swear now, do you? I told you you Japanese are two-faced, cunning, and despicable."

"I...this..." The Poisonous Princess was caught in a dilemma.

"Well? Decide quickly so I can go back to China!"

"Alright! I swear: if I am not sincerely worshipping... May I ask your name, Master?"

"Hua Ruilong!" "

If Hua Ren Du Ji Hua Yan is not sincerely worshipping Lord Hua Ruilong as her master, then may... Amaterasu... drink... my... urine... eat my... excrement..." The poisonous princess, making the oath, knelt solemnly on the ground, her palms flat on the ground, her forehead touching the ground. Although her buttocks were still raised high as I gently fucked her, her seriousness and piety didn't seem genuine. However, she was also terrified because the oath contained offensive and blasphemous words about Amaterasu.

It seems that at this moment, Amaterasu is far away in her mind; protecting the "Sword Master's Blade" in front of her is the most urgent matter, a matter worth sacrificing herself for. My threat was right!

"Alright then! I believe you!" I was about to fuck her again.

"Wait! I hope Master can grant this servant three conditions."

"Oh? Tell me." Hmph! She even tried to negotiate with me, but it was too late. However, I could at least hear her conditions.

"First, Master cannot order me to do anything that offends or blasphemes against Amaterasu Omikami."

That's fine; I can agree to that. "Agreed!"

"Second, Master cannot order me to fight against the 'Flower Ninja'!"

That's also acceptable. I'm confident I can easily handle the Flower Ninja myself; I don't need Poison Princess's help at all. "Okay!"

"Third, Master cannot order me to do anything that harms the Japanese."

Damn it! What am I supposed to do with you then? You wish! "What if the Japanese try to harm me?" I thrust hard.

"Ah—this servant…will protect Master with my life!"

"How will you protect her?" I thrust hard again.

"Ah! This servant will never let anyone harm Master. If necessary…this servant will risk her life…"

"If the only way to protect me is by killing them, will you kill them?"

"This…" Poison Princess bit her lip, remaining silent.

"Hehe! Actually, I don't need your protection at all. I can handle anything myself. I prefer to kill you Japanese myself, but the result will be more tragic for them."

Poison Princess trembled.

As punishment for her disobedience, I pulled out my huge penis from her body, stood in front of her, and chuckled, "Suck it! This doesn't violate your three conditions, does it? Hehe! Do it well! You Japanese women are good at this. Haha..."

Poison Princess frowned in embarrassment and annoyance, but still held my huge penis and brought it to her mouth. However, her mouth was obviously a bit small, and it took a lot of effort to finally take the head of my penis in. Her attention was completely focused on my huge penis. She could only accept the strange smell on it and try her best to endure it. It seems that she has realized that her main job from now on is not to help me kill people, but how to serve me and make me happy! If I am happy, I will probably be in a better mood, and if I am in a better mood, I probably won't kill people indiscriminately!

I don't care what she thinks. Since it is a punishment for her, of course it is not just this. I flew towards her on my sword. "Sword Master's Blade" performed a graceful somersault in the air, flipping behind the Poison Princess. Then, the hilt, as if imbued with life, slammed down towards her. With a "plop," it pierced all the way through, but two-thirds of the long hilt remained exposed, the tip lightly touching the ground like a long, strangely trailing tail—except this tail moved, and moved quite restlessly!

"Ugh..." The Poison Princess immediately knew that the sacred "Sword Master's Blade" was "doing" to her from behind. She struggled violently, trying to end this passive desecration of a sacred object, but her head was firmly held down by me, my enormous member pressed deeply against her throat. Had she not learned ninjutsu, she would likely have suffocated.

But none of this concerned me. I only cared about unrestrainedly indulging in extreme cruelty and punishment, playing with this Japanese woman, my slave, at will.

The result was that even the Poison Princess, who had undergone the most rigorous ninjutsu training, couldn't withstand my ravaging. She fainted and woke up repeatedly until I poured my intense hatred and the pleasure of revenge into her mouth. She was already unconscious and slumped on the mat, her mouth wide open and filled with my semen. As for the "Sword Master's Blade," it remained deeply embedded in her. Meanwhile,

on Uncle Shi's side, no matter how hard his beautiful and sexy aunt tried, Uncle Shi's penis just wouldn't get hard. Finally, extremely frustrated, Uncle Shi went to his study to smoke. I heard him mutter to himself, "Was it because I had too much fun today and ran out of ammunition? Or is Yumei no longer attractive to me?" It turned out that Uncle Shi was pondering this question.

I, however, was secretly delighted for some reason. Thinking about Aunt Yumei's performance just now, this beautiful mature woman was definitely attractive.

At this moment, Uncle Shi suddenly opened the mechanism of the secret door leading from his study to the underground chamber. It seemed that he wanted to find Crown Princess Masako.

If I were to impersonate Uncle Ten and try to seduce the drowsy Aunt Youmei…

but in the end, I suppressed that tempting thought.

Before Uncle Ten arrived, I got Yuka and Poison Princess upstairs. I also took the concentrated poison bottle containing the poison gas and venom that Poison Princess had initially released on me, packed into a soda bottle, and threw it into a garbage truck three kilometers away. Of course, this garbage truck wasn't the same one I used to dispose of the body in. As for when the poison bottle would break and leak the gas and venom, that wasn't my concern, and I'd be happy for that to happen. After all, the Japanese government still has hundreds of thousands of poison gas bombs left in China, and they haven't resolved the issue, haven't offered compensation, and don't even seem interested in resolving it! If I were to dump all those hundreds of thousands of biological bombs in Japan…

Inside the Japanese-style bathhouse, it was just Poison Princess and me. Because I was afraid the little bitch might accidentally get poisoned, I left her alone in a guest room.

I comfortably soaked in the not-too-hot spring, my head resting against the edge, eyes closed, practicing my internal energy.

Poison Princess remained kneeling on the wooden floor, still fast asleep. The "Sword Master's Blade" was still inserted, but the filth in her mouth had been forced into her stomach, because I didn't want her to soil the floor.

Poor Tenth Uncle finally regained his masculine dignity with the Japanese Crown Princess Masako, and was now displaying the prowess of a Chinese man, fucking her fiercely. The Crown Princess was also awakened by me, and upon discovering that she had been raped by a stranger, she begged and pleaded, her words nothing more than pleading with my Tenth Uncle to let her go. But this only fueled my Tenth Uncle's intense lust and the pleasure of conquest, and he continued to pound on her, powerful and forceful, with a variety of techniques, making for a spectacular display.

Strange! I suddenly felt as if I was being watched again, just like I felt on the Diaoyu Islands, only not as intensely, and it had been going on for a long time. I just hadn't noticed it in my excitement. This intuition is really hard to explain. Could it be that Amaterasu is really watching me?

Why doesn't she come and kill me?

Or is it really as I guessed...?

What should I do tomorrow?

Slaughter the Black Dragon Society?

Head straight for the Japanese sword sect?

Venture into the so-called forbidden area of Japan to see if Amaterasu really is there…

or should I wait until I've settled my psychic powers first?

What should I do?

Damn it! Who am I afraid of! Bring it on! I don't care who you are! I need to recover my strength first!

"Hmm…" Poison Princess finally woke up, looked at me resting in the hot spring with my eyes closed, and moved slightly before realizing her whole body ached. There was a foreign object stuck in her anus. She paused for a moment, then probably remembered it was the sacred "Sword Master's Blade," and quickly reached out to pull it out.

"Don't move!" I kept my eyes closed.

"Ah?!" Poison Princess, panicked and embarrassed, didn't dare move, and obediently said, "Master!" Then she pursed her lips, probably noticing the strange taste in her mouth again.

"Is it an honor? The number one sword of Japan, 'Sword Master's Blade,' which you consider a sacred object, is stuck inside you. How does it feel?" I teased, slowly opening my eyes.

The Poisonous Consort blushed instantly, unsure whether to answer or not, so she could only kneel obediently, her alluring buttocks raised high, their beauty enhanced by the tattoos on her body, creating an indescribable allure.

"So excited and happy you don't know what to say? Hahaha..." I intensified my humiliation.

"..." The Poisonous Consort's forehead was pressed to the ground, probably wishing she could dig a hole and disappear.

Just as I was about to continue my insults, the Poisonous Consort suddenly asked, "Master! Why couldn't I poison you when I tried to? Please enlighten me!" She was quite clever, knowing how to change the subject and divert my attention.

Of course, I couldn't remain silent; to assert my dominance, I countered, "Can you poison yourself?"

"No." The Poisonous Consort raised her head.

"Why is that?"

"This servant has been trained for a long time and has developed an immunity to poison, just like a venomous snake won't kill itself."

"That's right! Just now, I had close contact with you, so your antibodies naturally became my antibodies." Of course, I wouldn't say that I possess "male supremacy yang energy," which allows me to compress her poison into a small, sealed object.

Perhaps the Poison Consort also realized that the truth wasn't so simple, but seeing that I didn't want to explain in detail, she asked another question: "Master said earlier that you wanted to subdue me. If this servant doesn't cooperate, how will you subdue me? Can you tell me?" She probably wanted to keep my mind occupied. This Poison Consort is really something, knowing how to dig out my secrets. I smiled and said, "It's very simple! I'll destroy part of the memory area in your brain and then hypnotize you."

"Ah? Is it the internal energy you mentioned, Master?

" "Yes! Do you want to learn it?" I sneered.

"This servant wouldn't dare!"

"Heh! Show me the Flower Ninja when you have time!"

"Ah! Master wants to..."

"Of course, I'll subdue them like I subdued you!" My smile must be lecherous right now.

"Yes... Master." The Poison Consort's voice lowered considerably.

"Tell me about the Flower Ninja in detail."

"Yes, Master." It turns out that the Flower Ninja has always been a lineage passed down through generations. This means that each ninja only teaches one successor. If an old ninja dies before finding a successor, the Flower Ninja will permanently lose a member. Flower Ninjas retire at the age of 45, but before retirement, they must find a successor and be taught all their ninjutsu. Retired ninjas become peripheral support personnel for the Flower Ninja, such as running taverns or geisha houses. This serves two purposes: protecting the ninjas, collecting and transmitting intelligence, and providing the organization with financial support. These retired ninjas can marry, but they must never reveal the secrets of the Flower Ninja to anyone, including their husbands, children, and relatives. Otherwise, they face either seppuku (ritual suicide) or punishment from the organization, often involving cruel torture and death. Currently, the Flower Ninja has 148 active ninjas, eleven of whom are ninja apprentices under the age of eleven. Only the Flower Ninja leader knows the number of peripheral support personnel. Each Flower Ninja possesses a unique insignia on their right arm, passed down through generations. These insignia typically feature abstract floral patterns, though sometimes they are treated with special chemicals to enhance their effectiveness in missions and conceal their identities.

"Now that you've revealed the Flower Ninja's secrets to me, aren't you afraid of being punished by the organization?"

"..." "

Or are you trying to set a trap for me, so your fellow disciples can kill me and retrieve the 'Sword Master's Blade'?"

"This servant wouldn't dare." The Poison Princess's soft reply lacked confidence.

"Hmph! I'm not afraid of your trap. I've decided to walk into it and see if you, the Flower Ninja, kill me, or if I subdue your entire Flower Ninja."

The Poison Princess's breathing quickened, her heart pounding, probably because I had seen through her intentions.

"By the way! Are all of you Flower Ninjas pretty?"

"Pretty. Beauty is one of the criteria for Flower Ninjas to select successors. Otherwise, why would they serve Amaterasu Omikami?"

"Heh! Is that so? That's why I'm interested in conquering you Flower Ninjas. Otherwise, you're all as ugly as pigs. Even if you offered yourselves to me, you'd only make me want to vomit! By the way, how many ninjas are there at the Kitayama Flower Ninja headquarters right now?"

"About 50, Master!"

"One last question for you: Do you want me to subdue the entire Flower Ninja? Or do you want me to be killed?"

This time, Poison Princess truly fell silent, not daring to look at me, her head bowed low.

I chuckled and said, "Never mind! Go downstairs, take your sword, and wash yourself properly!"

"Yes, Master!" Poison Princess understood my meaning and obediently used her "Sword Master's Blade" to climb towards the hot spring. With a "plop!" she landed in the pool, dragging a Japanese sword behind her, looking quite comical.

Then, without my consent, the Poison Princess, still with the "Sword Master's Blade" inserted in the pool, would sometimes dive underwater to give me oral sex and breast sex, and sometimes stand upside down at the bottom of the pool with the "Sword Master's Blade" pressed against her, ensuring the sword didn't touch me at all. This time, she was able to open her wonderful vagina wide, allowing my large member to enter, and she would actively thrust and sway. I only needed to tease and torment the "Sword Master's Blade," since she knew ninjutsu and could hold her breath for a long time! Haha!

Of course, seeing how obedient and submissive she was, I was willing to let the Poison Princess underwater enjoy one orgasm after another. As a reward, I also used my true energy to relieve her soreness; as the saying goes, you can't raise an obedient dog without giving it a bone. Besides, I also wanted to test whether this could conquer a woman's heart.

Oh! Right, I also catalyzed and enlarged her breasts. Although it might ruin the perfection of her chest tattoo and even affect her fighting ability, I firmly believe that beautiful and alluring women definitely look better with large and full breasts. Also

, I've been paying close attention to whether Poison Princess would involuntarily secrete toxins during her orgasm, thus affecting the safety of the surrounding environment. The result is yes! And very seriously! So I decided not to take her back to China, and not to let her get close to any of my relatives or friends. I'll take her away from Uncle Shi's house after dawn, otherwise, it could be a disaster if I'm not careful.

After Poison Princess was knocked unconscious again, it was just getting light.

I evaporated the hot spring water in the pool until only a drop of concentrated venom remained. I mixed it with compressed toxic air and put it into a new soda bottle, sealed it, and this time I didn't throw it away. I plan to use it as a poison gas bomb! Let the Japanese truly experience a poison gas more terrifying than sarin.

At this moment, several cars suddenly arrived outside Uncle Shi's villa, filled with plainclothes Japanese police officers.

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