[Original work "Ninja Killing"] (Chapter Fourteen - Dark Clouds, the Rupture of the Six Major Conglomerates)

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Chapter Fourteen: Dark Clouds, the Collapse of the Six Major Conglomerates. On a hillside on the outskirts of Jingdong City, sits a massive manor. This 　　is an unbelievable existence
in Japan, where land is incredibly valuable , as the manor is not far from the city center. It is sparsely populated; 　　it is virtually impossible for tourists to reach the mountain. The mountain path is riddled with sentry posts, both visible and hidden, 　　every five or ten steps, a level of security comparable to a military restricted area. The sentries are all stern-faced, 　　heavily armed men in black. If a stranger approaches, they will warn and urge them to leave; those who refuse to 　　comply will even be shot. The identity of the manor's owner remains unknown to outsiders, highlighting the 　　manor's mystique. 　　Today is the second Friday of the month. Luxury RVs, limited- 　　edition sports cars, and even custom-made bulletproof vehicles frequently arrive at the foot of the mountain for inspection before driving 　　up the mountain road to the manor. 　　A silver, extended Angel God limousine pulls up in front of the villa. Several bodyguards quickly emerge from the accompanying vehicles 　　and stand around the Angel God, vigilantly observing their surroundings. 　　The driver gets out and opens the back door, revealing an elderly man with white hair. He is not tall, but his eyes 　　are sharp, and his well-maintained face exudes authority. The butler, waiting in front of the villa, steps forward to greet him, 　　bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle. 　　"President Tateyuu, welcome to Amaterasu Manor," the butler says respectfully 　　, not even daring to look up in reply. 　　"Hmm, are all the other company presidents here?" 　　"Yes, President Hachiro Yotsugu of the Yotsugu Group, President Eikami Niwa of the Niwa Group, President 　　Tsutomu Yasuda of the Hiyori Group, President Yamazaki Yata of the Goryeo Group, and President Hiroshi Ito of the Ichikamikane Group are all here. 　　Please follow me, President." 　　The white-haired old man didn't answer, but simply nodded, and entered the villa under the butler's guidance. 　　Anyone who overheard the butler's words would be astonished, because the group he mentioned was none other than 　　the six major conglomerates of Japan. Here, it's necessary to mention the six major conglomerates that currently wield enormous influence in Japan. Before 　　the defeat in World War II, these conglomerates were called zaibatsu, large holding companies with monopolistic characteristics that gradually developed after the Meiji Restoration with government support 　　(also known as zaibatsu conglomerates). These zaibatsu, combining industrial, commercial 　　, and financial capital, emerged during Japan's Industrial Revolution. With government support and protection 　　, over a dozen zaibatsu groups formed, the most powerful being Yotsubi, Goryeo, Ritsuyu, and Yasuda, 　　collectively known as Japan's "Big Four Zaibatsu." After Japan's defeat in World War II, the US government, for its own economic interests, 　　implemented a policy of suppression against the old zaibatsu under the guise of anti-monopoly, dissolving the Japanese zaibatsu organizations but retaining their banking systems. 　　Post-war, driven by the Cold War need to counter the US, the US gradually adopted a policy of supporting monopoly capital, prompting 　　the reorganization of Japanese zaibatsu organizations and the formation of six new major zaibatsu. The six major conglomerates in Japan can 　　be described as behemoths. They control 80% of the country's economy, encompassing industries vital to the national economy and people's livelihoods, including automobiles, complete sets of equipment, 　　arms, electronics, petrochemicals, aircraft, shipbuilding, nuclear energy, real estate, healthcare, finance, non-renewable resources 　　, and banking. It's fair to say that a mere tremor from these six conglomerates could cause 　　a devastating earthquake in Japan. Furthermore, they are extremely united internationally, with cross-shareholdings. Given Japan's densely populated but 　　resource-poor population, they have extended their reach globally, 　　appearing in numerous resource-based conglomerates around the world. Japan's political system is a constitutional monarchy. 　　Driven by their immense financial power, the six conglomerates essentially control the entire parliament and even wield significant influence over the military 　　. Even the election of the prime minister requires their approval. They hold a gathering every second 　　Friday of the month, collectively known as the "Friday Meeting." The purpose of the meeting is to 　　exchange ideas on the development and cooperation of their respective conglomerates. Of course, among the six major conglomerates, there is no hierarchical relationship between the member companies 　　; they are loose alliances linked by financial institutions and traditional relationships. Therefore, they are both allies 　　and competitors, and the intensity of their rivalry is no less than that of a war. This seems unbelievable 　　yet inevitable to outsiders. Otherwise, how could the original four major conglomerates have evolved into the current six? Throughout history, 　　many well-known conglomerates have disappeared and fallen into ruin due to competition. 　　Tachibana Yu entered the villa's lobby, where a cocktail party was underway. Among the attendees were many young 　　talents from their respective conglomerates, celebrities and public figures from the entertainment industry, and even a number of politicians. When they saw Li Youyou, 　　they all stopped their conversation and paid their respects and greetings to this highly respected head of the conglomerate. Li Youyou did not put on any 　　airs of superiority; instead, he nodded, smiled, and even encouraged them in a friendly manner, showing no sign of being a billionaire 　　and an underground emperor who held the lives of countless people in his hands. After the greetings, he followed the butler up the central staircase to 　　the second floor of the villa. Of course, not just anyone could go up to the second floor; only those at the top could enter. 　　The heavy double wooden doors opened with a "click," and Li Youyou and his assistant, guided by the butler, entered 　　the reception room. At the large conference table in the center of the room sat the heads and assistants of the other five major conglomerates. 　　Everyone stood up to greet Li Youyou warmly upon his arrival. However, in the corner of the conference table, 　　a middle-aged man not yet forty years old sat calmly in his chair with a cold smile, not rising. This scene, of course, 　　did not catch Li Youyou's eye. However, he remained expressionless, warmly shaking hands with each of the group leaders before returning to 　　his seat. As previously mentioned, the six major conglomerates formed a loose alliance, not a single entity, 　　hence the lack of a head seat at the meeting table. However, the Liyou Conglomerate, a long-established conglomerate, was not only powerful but had also experienced 　　rapid growth under the leadership of its current leader, Liyou Yuzhi, subtly surpassing the other conglomerates to become the alliance's leader. 　　"Gentlemen," said Liyou Yuzhi, "let's now exchange our achievements in the first half of the year and our outlook for the second half."

After sitting down, he took the lead without hesitation. Those present were all old acquaintances and rivals, on the same level,
so the heads of various conglomerates freely shared their opinions. Some discussed how to expand and develop domestic businesses, while others
talked about the overseas environment, investment intentions, and the results of cooperation with foreign conglomerates. Since they all held cross-
shareholdings or exchanged personnel to the management of each other's subsidiaries, these were not big secrets, so
everyone enthusiastically expressed their views. However, near the end, Tatsuyuki Tomoyuki's tone suddenly changed, his eyes
sharply fixed on the middle-aged man in the corner of the conference table.
"President Ito Hiroshi, I'd like to ask about your recent frequent contacts with Emperor Tomorrow and high-ranking military officials. What exactly is your purpose
?" Tatsuyuki Tomoyuki's tone was very impolite, even bordering on accusatory.
The other company presidents exchanged knowing glances. To be honest, it was impossible for them to know absolutely nothing. For
shrewd individuals at their level, they all knew some of the inside story, but they couldn't understand why Tatsuyuki would publicly challenge them
, even to the point of seeming brazen. Each person maintained a composed expression, but their inner thoughts differed
. For example, Niwa Eikami and Iwasaki Yata were pleased with Tatsuyuki's attitude. Since Ito Hiroshi took the
helm of the First Financial Group, he had been steadily encroaching on the businesses of the Niwa and Goryeo groups. They didn't understand
why this young man was so aggressive, but everyone relied on business tactics to win. The elder brother couldn't criticize the younger brother,
so the two major conglomerates had to swallow their anger to avoid being ridiculed. However, this new leader was reckless,
his methods were constantly evolving, and he was too unscrupulous in his conduct. Therefore, Tatsuyuki's intervention secretly delighted both of them. Meanwhile,
Hachiro Yotsugu and Tsutomu Yasuda adopted an indifferent attitude, with a cryptic glint in Tsutomu Yasuda's eyes
.
Why was Tomoyuki Tatetomo so harsh on Hiroshi Ito? There was a reason. Although they all knew that
Hiroshi Ito's rise to power was illegitimate—his father, Tadashi Ito,
had suddenly passed away two years prior from an incurable illness, and theoretically, his brother, Itoji, should have succeeded him, being
the most popular and favored member of the Dai-ichi Financial Group—it was strange that his brother unexpectedly
died in a traffic accident shortly after their father's death. Then, the least favored candidate, Hiroshi Ito, took over.
Although major financial groups rarely monitor the private lives of others outside of official business, everyone present was a shrewd individual
. All signs pointed to Hiroshi Ito as a highly likely murderer of his father and brother. For
the other conglomerates, the saying "better to sacrifice a friend than oneself" applied; whoever came to power, it didn't matter. Just when everyone thought the young
and unknown second son, Ito Hiroshi, taking the helm would give the major conglomerates an opportunity, they were surprised to find that this young
man, with his strong hands and superb methods, resolved internal conflicts and achieved rapid development within just two years, even posing a threat to other conglomerates. He became a major concern, and 　　they suspected the involvement of foreign conglomerates. Otherwise, even if Ito Hiroshi was incredibly capable, he wouldn't have been able to defeat so many conglomerates so easily
in 　　business. What they found most unacceptable was his frequent contact with the Emperor of tomorrow. 　　What did he want? Didn't he know this was a tacitly agreed-upon taboo among the six major conglomerates? After the war, it was difficult to place the Emperor 　　on the altar and implement a constitutional monarchy; did he want to restore a constitutional monarchy? What benefit would that bring him? 　　"Heh heh heh... President Tatsuyuki, I don't quite understand what you mean." Ito Hiroshi was unfazed by Tatsuyuki Tomoyuki's sharp 　　gaze, a flippant smile on his face. 　　"Don't understand? I think you're pretending not to know. Your influence in the military is stirring, and you're even 　　secretly colluding with the government and parliament. You want to help the Emperor regain power, don't you?" Tatsuyuki Tomoyuki pressed on relentlessly. 　　"You're overthinking it." Ito Hiroshi's smile vanished. 　　"Overthinking it? Do you even know what you're doing? Constitutional monarchy isn't just a decision made by the Republic of Tunisia; it's also 　　the result of our major conglomerates working together. Could it be... could it be that you want to use the Emperor to start another war? Are you crazy 　　..." Tatsuyuki Tomoyuki's words struck the hearts of everyone present like a thunderbolt. They all stared in disbelief at 　　the handsome, tall man who was under forty years old, but his triangular eyes 　　gave him an undeniably sinister look. 　　"Hehehe...hahahaha...hahahahaha!" Ito Hiroshi, his thoughts exposed, became even more arrogant 　　. His face twisted and contorted with laughter, his voice like an owl's, shaking everyone present. 　　"Hehehe...President Liyou, you're all getting old. It's time to give way to the younger generation." 　　A contemptuous smile appeared on Ito Hiroshi's face. 　　"You...insolence..." Several of the older members present were so provoked that their hair stood on end. 　　"Hmph, am I wrong? It is precisely your conservatism that has forced our Great Sun Nation to become merely an economic power, 　　constantly at the mercy of others in both politics and military affairs. Even our invasions of foreign economic and financial spheres 　　can only be carried out covertly… Hahaha… You may be shameless, but I have my pride." Before anyone could 　　retort, Ito Hiroshi continued, "If you seniors still remember the humiliating defeat we suffered at the hands of the Plaza Accord 　　, you will understand why I am doing this. Without military strength and expansion, how can we guarantee financial 　　and political success? Because of your policy mistakes at the time, through the government's quantitative easing monetary policy 　　, you gave several rogue nations an opportunity. They merely forced us to sign the Plaza Accord, 　　then attacked our currency and our already inflated real estate market." "It set our economy back twenty years, and it 　　hasn't even recovered yet, it's barely surviving. Heh heh heh... Of course, our president, Ritsuyu, 　　was probably one of the beneficiaries back then. You big conglomerates made a fortune off the national crisis, but so what? In other people's 　　eyes, you were just eating their leftovers, leaving not even a drop of soup. Every time we attended their elite club 　　meetings, what right did we have to speak? Because in their eyes, we were not just subservient citizens of a defeated nation, 　　traitors to Japan, but to put it bluntly, our military was controlled by others. No matter how rich we were, in their eyes we were just lambs to the slaughter. Am I 　　right, everyone? Hahahaha..." Ito Hiroshi laughed so hard he was bent over, but the faces of everyone present 　　grew darker and darker, because they had all been hit where it hurt. But so what? Capital knows no borders, that's what they...

The capitalists' creed is that, in front of capitalists, ordinary people are merely sustenance, not even worthy of being called human beings, while they, as the elite
group, are the true controllers of the country.
"Ito Hiroshi, don't be arrogant. We'll see. You can do it, but I can tell you, if you
start a war, you will die a horrible death, and we won't give you a chance, because you're playing with fire and harming
our interests. Hmph... Let's go." This time, Tateyuki didn't even use honorifics. After speaking, he stormed
off in a rage. The various company presidents gave Ito Hiroshi strange looks before following him out of the venue. Only
Yasuda Tsutomu of the Fuyou Group walked up to him, smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and then strode away.
"President, did we overstep our bounds too quickly?" His assistant
asked Ito Hiroshi with a worried expression.
"Let's go, this isn't the place to talk." He then also left, with his assistant helplessly following behind.
Back in the car, Ito Hiroshi's angry expression finally relaxed. He let out a long sigh;
the pressure from Tateyu and Tomoyuki had been immense. After all, they were seasoned veterans with decades of experience in power. He closed his eyes, analyzing
the next steps. Don't think that his righteous pronouncements made him morally superior.
For capitalists like them, who devour people without hesitation, morality is worthless; only profit matters. For
an ambitious man like him, without external help or war, there
's no way to change the current situation in this peaceful era. His First Financial Group wouldn't be the head of all conglomerates. He even harbored
ambitions to annex other conglomerates, and the powerless yet ambitious Emperor Tomorrow was the perfect tool in his hands
…
"How is Kono Hei's situation now?" Ito Hiroshi opened his triangular eyes.
"President, his purge in the military isn't going smoothly, and some orders he hasn't carried out thoroughly," his assistant
answered truthfully.
"Hmph, he better not harbor any ill intentions, otherwise I can lift him up and then trample him down."
A murderous glint flashed in his eyes as he spoke.
...
The late night in Nara City was a time of dazzling lights and intoxicating revelry. Although not as
bustling as Tokyo, it was still filled with nightclubs of all sizes and unique characteristics. While the economy of the Land of the Rising Sun had been sluggish in recent years,
it hadn't hindered the proliferation of the sex industry. People burdened by daytime stress liked to squander
their sweat and pressure in bars and brothels, and even public displays of affection were commonplace. People were used to it; this was the magical
Land of the Rising Sun.
In a small alley behind a bar, piles of debris and sewage flowed freely.
Loud music emanating from the bar drowned out the captivating moans of a man and woman making love. Even passersby
would only shake their heads, assuming it was just a pair of lovers mating.
"Hehehe... Oh... Good man... Harder... Your tongue is so useful... Hehe... It feels so good
... Oh..." A woman's voice with an exotic accent groaned wantonly. Her long golden
hair danced in the air, her sea-blue eyes were hazy yet cold, her black eyeshadow and eyeliner made her look exceptionally alluring, and
her long, red tongue occasionally licked her thick, black lips. Her wheat-colored skin was covered in glistening
sweat under the dim streetlights, and her voluptuous body wore a sexy, tight-fitting, strapless, low-cut black leather mini-skirt. Half-cup bras revealed
her large breasts, and her pink areolas were faintly visible as her body trembled. The woman sat
atop a pile of cardboard boxes, leaning back, her short skirt pushed up to her waist, revealing her smooth, hairless genitals.
A bald man straddled her, his rough tongue probing her pink labia,
his excited expression and the movement of his throat indicating he was sucking the vaginal fluids. He made
smacking sounds with his mouth. His strong hands gripped her thighs, which were clad in long black fishnet stockings. Her
long, shapely legs, clad in high-heeled black leather boots, were wrapped around his neck and tightly clamped around his head.
She appeared extremely aroused; one hand pushed aside her black leather bra, pinching her hardened pink nipples, while her other slender
hand pressed against the man's head, forcefully pulling it towards her groin.
"Oh...so good...oh oh...harder...oh..." The woman's sexy black lips parted slightly, but her
eyes kept glancing seductively at another pile of cardboard boxes not far away. The man's oral skills were quite impressive;
his rough tongue scraped against the tender flesh inside her vagina, causing it to writhe incessantly. His short, stiff stubble occasionally pricked the woman's red clitoris,
further stimulating her moans.
"Ah...ah...oh oh...so amazing...oh...no...I'm going to cum...oh oh...
" The woman's black-netted thighs tightened instantly, squeezing the man until his face turned red and he let out a "woo woo" sound, while the woman's
slender waist trembled incessantly, her hands pressing tightly against the man's bald head.
"Ugh... glug glug..." It turned out the man's tongue had scraped against the woman's urethra, causing her
bladder to overflow. A stream of urine mixed with her vaginal fluid poured into the man's throat.
The woman's tightly clenched legs made the man's head spin, but the act of ingesting the urine actually made him more lucid.
(How did I end up having sex with this bitch here? When I followed that couple into the alley in the bar,
this bitch seemed to bump into me. I turned around and cursed a few times. Her sea-blue eyes looked at
me, and then... then... I think I vaguely followed her to the back alley and started doing this.)
The woman's urination finally stopped. The man beneath her looked up at her in confusion. This exotic beauty
appeared even more alluring after urinating. She cupped her large, wheat-colored breasts in her hands, licking her hardened
nipples with her red tongue, and occasionally letting out seductive moans.
"Mmm...I want more...oh...I want you to comfort me with your thick, hard cock...oh oh...faster...
faster!" The woman spread her long, slender legs covered in black netting, extending her delicate fingers to rub her pink labia, her black fingernails
scraping against her red clitoris, and her vaginal fluids overflowed again.
It's said that a woman's moans are the best aphrodisiac for a man, and the man's previously waning desire was
reignited by the woman's wanton expression and fiery body. The man roughly pulled off his trousers, revealing his thick, hard...
The penis, its purplish-red glans gleaming as it emerged from the foreskin, glistening with pre-ejaculate, veins bulging
, made its thick, long shaft appear even more menacing in the air.
The woman stared at the man's massive penis, her eyes growing even more glazed. Instead of urging him, she
provocatively extended one long, beautiful leg, pressing it against his chest, while her other leg, with the pointed
toe of her black leather shoe, teased his thick, hard penis.
The man clearly hadn't expected the woman to be so skilled, and her technique was quite advanced. She frequently used the toe and slender
heel of her shoe to press, tease, and rub, the pressure giving him considerable pleasure. Combined with the woman's sexy legs, the man was momentarily captivated; clearly, he also had a leg fetish. He even grabbed the woman's over-the-knee boots with both hands and began 　　to perform footjob on her,
thrusting his penis against the boots. 　　"Hehehe... Oh... Aren't my legs beautiful? Hehehe... Oh... You're such a pervert, faster 　　... Oh..." The woman put her fingers, covered in her own vaginal fluid, into her mouth and sucked on them, while her fingers dug into her lower body even 　　faster. Her lewd actions and expressions further aroused the man. 　　"Beautiful... So beautiful... So lewd... Hehe... I'll fuck... I'll fuck your feet to death... Hehe..." 　　"Tsk tsk... Just fuck my feet... Oh... So good... Hehe... Oh oh..." 　　The man stared at the beautiful legs and listened to the woman's lewd moans, but his lower body thrust even faster. The shaft of his penis 　　turned red from the friction of his boots, and the glans became even more swollen and congested. Although the woman was moaning, her eyes kept 　　glancing to the other side, her gaze full of seductive charm. 　　It turned out that two pairs of eyes were watching their lovemaking drama from behind another pile of cardboard boxes. 　　"That brat Elisa's horny again, ugh, she makes such a 　　big deal out of nothing." The woman behind the cardboard box whispered to the man beside her. 　　"Mmm..." The man's lecherous eyes were fixed straight ahead, he mumbled in response to the woman beside him, 　　drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as he watched the spectacle with a silly grin. He felt Elisa's eyes occasionally 　　flashing him seductive glances, making his lower body hard. 　　"Fukada-kun, are you enjoying this? Am I not as good as Elisa? Hmm?" 　　"Hiss...no...no...Yumi, of course you're prettier, hehehe...let...let go...hiss." 　　It turned out that the woman's slender hand had somehow landed on the man's waist and was twisting it forcefully, causing the man 　　to break out in a cold sweat, but he dared not utter a sound. Judging from the way they addressed each other by their names, it should be our protagonist Fukada 　　and Mayumi, but their faces were completely different people. The only explanation was that they had 　　disguised themselves. But why would they disguise themselves? The story begins after they awoke from their secret research facility. 　　When Fukada and Mayumi awoke, they learned that Dr. Yard had passed away a week earlier due to illness. They 　　were heartbroken, as Dr. Yard was their benefactor. Regardless of his reasons 　　for aiding and abetting evil, his actions after escaping the deserted island with Mayumi and Elisa, choosing seclusion and 　　saving their lives multiple times, had erased any resentment they might have harbored. Moreover, Mayumi had promised Dr. Yard 　　she would rescue his family whenever she had the chance. At the flower-adorned grave, they asked Benjamin about his plans, hoping 　　he would join them in their revenge for assassinating the general. However, Benjamin, Dr. Yard's adopted son, 　　was disheartened by Yard's death and wanted to return to his homeland to live a secluded life, no longer pursuing scientific research. Mayumi and the others, 　　seeing the impossibility of his decision, gave him enough money to live comfortably for the rest of his life before reluctantly parting ways 　　. Although everything had changed, to everyone's surprise, Fukada not only escaped death but also unexpectedly gained 　　a power that others dreamed of. Benjamin analyzed that this might be a result of his blood connection to Mayumi. However, he had never practiced 　　martial arts, and Mayumi and Elisa were assassins, not instructors. As the saying goes, "a trade is like a mountain," so they couldn't help 　　Fukada master his power. Therefore, they thought of the landlady, or perhaps the unfathomable landlady had 　　the ability to unleash his potential. They discussed whether to go to Tokyo, but Mayumi suggested 　　returning to the orphanage to find the director and learn about her past. So, they disguised themselves and went into hiding. However, 　　they hadn't anticipated that Al-Qaeda harbored such deep hatred for them. Not only were they using overt forces to search for them, but 　　they were also mobilizing underground gangs and thugs—local bullies—to monitor them as they approached the city. 　　This led to over a dozen battles, large and small, between them and their pursuers and the gangsters. During 　　questioning of a captured gang member, they learned that Al-Qaeda had issued a kill order: a reward of ten million yen for each captured alive, and five million yen for each killed 　　. As for Fukada, he only received a paltry 100,000 yen, indicating he was merely an afterthought in the eyes of others 　　. Fukada's current strength was more than enough to handle eight or ten ordinary thugs, but truly skilled opponents would be a challenge. 　　However, since others didn't pay much attention to him, self-preservation wasn't a problem. Crucially, whenever they sensed 　　an imminent and immense danger, the crisis would suddenly vanish, as if an invisible hand was protecting 　　them, ensuring they only encountered low-level thugs. So they kept changing their escape routes 　　or identities. But for the local bullies, strangers were always watched closely. 　　Like tonight, the bald man spotted Fukada and Mayumi, suspected their identities, 　　and then followed them. 　　(Author's note: I don't want to write about their heartbreaking separation from Benjamin on the mountain, so I'll just 　　gloss over it briefly. This chapter will be as light as possible.) 　　"Fukada-kun, why have you become so lecherous? Lately, your eyes almost pop out whenever you see a pretty woman 　　, huh?" Mayumi whispered in Fukada's ear. 　　"Hehehe... I don't know what's wrong with me, my brain just doesn't seem to be under my control, sigh." Fukada 　　smelled the orchid-like fragrance emanating from Mayumi beside him, and his manhood seemed to be out of control again, 　　standing erect. What he didn't know was that although he gained power through his blood connection with Mayumi, he 　　also inherited her aphrodisiac. He didn't know if it was a side effect, but Fukada was currently quite 　　helpless, though he hadn't tested it during their escape. 　　"Yumi, I...I feel so uncomfortable down there, can...can you help me?" Fukada looked at Mayumi beside him.

Yumi's black eyes began to turn crimson, her lust clearly growing. Tonight, Mayumi was also disguised, but being a woman who loved
beauty, she didn't want to make herself look so ugly in front of her lover. Her fair, oval face was painted with black eyeshadow
and elongated eyeliner, paired with black lipstick, making her look quite aloof. Her long, black hair was simply
tied back, and her sexy, voluptuous body was wrapped in a tight-fitting, shiny, long-sleeved black leather queen outfit with a zipper. On her feet were a pair of
peep-toe black leather high heels, her snow-white toes painted with black nail polish exposed to the air, the 14-centimeter-high
, slender metal heels accentuating her devilish figure.
"Hmm..." Mayumi hummed softly through her high, delicate nose. After watching Elisa and the bald man's sexual games
for so long, she herself began to feel aroused, feeling a constant writhing in her lower body, her vulva covered in a sticky,
muddy mess, but the tight leather outfit prevented Fukada from seeing it.
Mayumi unzipped Fukada's pants, pulling out his erect penis. The massive 26-centimeter
shaft was firmly in her grasp. Feeling the heat emanating from it, Mayumi's slender hand naturally began to stroke it
, her fingernails occasionally scratching the purple glans and throbbing engorged root.
"Oh..." Fukada couldn't help but let out a soft moan under Mayumi's skillful touch. He embraced Mayumi's
snow-white neck, opening his mouth wide to fiercely press his lips against her thin, dark lips. His rough tongue and long, pointed red tongue
chased each other relentlessly, making smacking sounds. Meanwhile, Elisa and the others, engrossed in their lovemaking, remained oblivious to
Fukada's uncontrollable passion.
A long, wet French kiss followed, and as their lips parted, Mayumi's eyes were filled with desire. Her slender hand gracefully pulled
down the metal chain in the center, instantly revealing her full, snow-white breasts, the cherry-pink nipples particularly
hard and alluring. Mayumi's fingers didn't stop, but slowly continued to pull down until her hairless, snow-white genitals
were completely exposed to the air. Fragrant, lustful fluids dripped onto the ground, and her two tight, pink labia
writhed and opened, appearing extremely thirsty.
"Heh... I'll shoot you to death, you stinking bitch... I fuck..." Not far away, a bald man was seen fucking Elisa
's boots, then shooting thick streams of male semen onto her smooth black leather boots, some even splashing onto her
black mesh thighs.
"Shoot... Shoot, shoot all your stinking semen onto me... Oh... Hehehe..." Elisa
stretched out her slender hands to smear the semen-covered areas on her boots and thighs, then put them in her mouth, licking and swallowing them with her sexy red tongue
, one finger at a time, not wasting a single drop. Then she closed her eyes and slowly savored
the strong taste of the man's semen.
The man, seeing Elisa's utterly lewd expression, felt his previously limp penis
harden again.
"Hehehe... Hmm, not bad, your semen is so thick and wonderful... Oh... I can't wait
for your penis to penetrate my pussy, oh oh... I'm so looking forward to it. Hehehe," Elisa chuckled lewdly. She
released her long legs from the man's chest, then spread them wide, holding them with her hands, presenting her alluring vulva
to the man's eyes. His eyes gleamed with lust. He stepped forward, grasping her open,
fishnet-stockinged thighs with his large hands, his thick, hard penis pressing against her wet labia.
"Darling... Come on... Oh... Fuck me with your big penis... Oh..." Elisa licked
her thick, black lips, her seductive eyes further stimulating the bald man.
"Fine... I'll fuck you to death, you filthy bitch." The bald man's lust overwhelmed his thoughts; his eyes
were only on this wanton, exotic woman. With a thrust of his hips, his penis effortlessly entered her wet vagina.
"Oh..." Both of them let out long groans simultaneously. Then, the man continued to thrust his penis,
pounding into that magical flesh. He didn't use any techniques, because he knew that the beauty before him
was also a master of sex; he only wanted to conquer her with brute force.
"Slap slap slap slap..." The sounds of their bodies colliding and their groans drowned out the music emanating from the bar, and their
point of contact was overflowing with vaginal fluid.
Not far away, Mayumi and her companion, hearing the familiar sounds of intercourse, became even more entranced. Mayumi slowly
squatted down, opened her mouth, and extended her long, red tongue to tease Fukada's swollen glans and urethra, then
the veins on the shaft, and finally the scrotum. Her nimble tongue licked and teased, the pleasurable sensation causing Fukada to lift his head, close his
eyes tightly, and moan softly. Mayumi wasn't in a hurry. Instead, she opened her small mouth and took his engorged testicles into her mouth, licking
them with her tongue. After finishing one, she took the other into her mouth. Fukada held onto the cardboard box with both hands, trying to make
no noise, but the trembling of his muscles betrayed him. Seeing her lover's reaction, Mayumi became
quite excited as well. She reached out her slender hand and began to explore her wet vulva, letting out soft moans. After
playing with his testicles with her mouth, she moved her tongue to his penis again, but her slender hand didn't leave his scrotum, skillfully
kneading it. When her tongue reached the glans again, she opened her mouth and took it in, slowly swallowing
. Fukada's penis was even larger than before, but Mayumi didn't feel any discomfort. Until it reached the base, her thin
lips touched the curly, dark pubic hair.
A cunning glint flashed in Mayumi's eyes. She forcefully pulled her tightly closed lips, causing the sensitive veins to bulge, almost making Fukada groan loudly. He covered his mouth with his hands, his waist
trembling violently; Mayumi's sudden movement had almost caused his pent-up semen to erupt.
"You..." Fukada glanced at Mayumi with a hint of annoyance, but Mayumi remained unmoved, her eyes filled
with seductive allure, instantly captivating Fukada. Mayumi stopped teasing him, her tightly pressed lips beginning to suck and
release his penis.
"Ugh..." Fukada held Mayumi's head with both hands, letting out a low moan.
...
"Heh heh heh... Damn, you're so tight inside... I'll fuck you to death, you bitch... Heh..." The bald man's
eyes were bloodshot, his taut muscles indicating he was on the verge of ejaculation. His large hands gripped Alice
's enormous breasts tightly, the wheat-colored breasts constantly changing shape in his hands, even leaving several red handprints
. He was originally quite confident in his sexual skills, believing he could kill any woman in the world with his penis, practically...
Known as a "friend of women," he surprisingly felt a surge of pleasure when faced with this alluring foreign woman.
Each time his penis entered her tight vagina, it was squeezed and constricted by the vaginal walls, her pink labia clinging
to his shaft, the veins pulsating. The sensation was a hundred times more intense and pleasurable than lips. Each
forceful thrust sent shivers through his body, his lower back tingling. Sensing the danger, and anticipating
ejaculation, the bald man tried to slow down, attempting three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, or nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. But Elisa wouldn't let him
have his way. Her long, powerful legs wrapped around his strong waist, using her strength to propel
him deeper into her embrace.
"Oh...hehehe...harder...ah...didn't you eat?...Oh...yes...that's
it...oh..." Elisa didn't mind the man's roughness at all. Instead, she grabbed his hand and
rubbed her breasts hard, letting the pain further stimulate her nerves.
"Hehe...you filthy bitch...you want my semen, I'll give it to you...hehe..." Seeing that
he couldn't get rid of Elisa, the bald man didn't care anymore. After all, the woman beneath him was too seductive. Her
magical vagina was something he had never encountered before, so he could only concentrate on continuing to thrust, hoping that the woman beneath him
would reach orgasm before him.
"Hehehe...oh...good man...harder...oh...your penis is so big, so good...oh
...give it to me...give me all your semen...I want your semen..." Elisa licked her lips and uttered obscene
words.
"Heh heh... oh..." After about ten thrusts, the man's buttocks tightened,
the base of his penis pressed completely against Elisa's crotch. His hands, gripping her large breasts, increased their pressure, and the glans of his penis dilated, gushing
out a thick stream of semen...
"Oh... so hot... oh... so good... keep shooting, don't stop... oh..." Elisa opened
her cervix and tightly sucked on the bald man's glans, a powerful suction drawing in all his semen. The
hot semen washing over her uterine walls brought Elisa to orgasm as well. Streams of warm vaginal fluid hit the man
's glans, making it numb, and causing him to ejaculate even more semen.
"Heh heh... you filthy bitch... I'm shooting... I'm shooting you to death..." The bald man continued to ejaculate, his hands squeezing
the large breasts never loosening their grip. In the intense pleasure, he even lost his mind, only wanting to ejaculate
more semen. He didn't realize that he had never ejaculated so much semen at once before, and his face began to
gradually turn pale, a sign of excessive indulgence.
"Oh... hehehe... good man... shoot more for me... so good... so good... oh
..." Elisa's legs were still tightly clamped around the bald man, and not a single drop of semen flowed from their joined lower bodies. Only
when the man had no more semen to ejaculate did Elisa release her control over him.
"Pop," the bald man's limp penis withdrew from that deadly lustful hole. "Huff... damn... I can't take it anymore
..." The bald man sat on the ground and let out a heavy sigh. His once strong body had become pale and thin.
Now, exhausted, he was dizzy and disoriented. When he struggled to lift his head and looked at Elisa, he saw that her
wheat-colored skin was flushed after absorbing a large amount of semen. Her eyes were glazed, her sexy black lips were holding her index finger, and
her open vulva was not leaking any semen. Her two pink labia were still writhing, showing that she was
desperately thirsty.
"Mmm... oh... I want more... I want more semen... give me... oh..." Elisa
murmured between moans, opening her tightly closed eyes. Her originally sea-blue eyes turned blood red in an instant
. The bald man staring at her had a blank face, his eyes unfocused and unfocused. He just stared blankly at
Elisa, while his limp penis began to harden again.
"Hehehe...good man...I want more..." Elisa said as she stood on the ground, turning her body around,
supporting herself on the cardboard box with both hands, her plump buttocks swaying alluringly towards the bald man.
"Come on...um...I want..." She turned her head, letting out a captivating moan.
Hearing her call, the bald man seemed bewitched, struggling to stand up, raising his hard penis, and
pressing it against Elisa's buttocks again. This time, he didn't choose her vagina, but her wrinkled anus.
His eyes were bloodshot as he panted, his hands gripping her firm, plump buttocks, his penis pressed against her anus, without the slightest
hesitation, forcefully forcing open the tight anus, and thrusting his entire penis deep inside. "Oh..." Elisa shook her head violently, clearly 　　quite satisfied
that the thick, hard penis had filled her empty anus . 　　Meanwhile, on the other side, Fukada, enjoying Mayumi's oral sex, kept an eye on Elisa and the others. The 　　exhilarating intercourse was incredibly exciting for him, and his penis grew even larger. Mayumi, feeling the change in his penis 　　, removed her slender hand from his scrotum and instead wrapped it around his buttocks, her fair fingers inserting into his anus and 　　twisting inside, constantly stimulating his prostate. Her lips, while holding his penis, moved faster and faster, her long tongue scraping 　　against the glans and urethra. 　　Caught in a double attack, Fukada could no longer care about Elisa. He too thrust his penis in and out of his lover's mouth 　　, but Mayumi's superb oral skills brought him to the brink of ejaculation. 　　"Ugh... Yumi... so good... oh..." Fukada's face was flushed. If it weren't for the modifications to his body 　　that allowed him to last so long, he would have already succumbed. 　　"Tsk tsk..." The experienced Mayumi clearly knew that Fukada was on the verge of ejaculation, as his 　　penis became even more swollen and trembling. She reached out her slender hand, which had been digging into her own vulva, and began to rub his scrotum. 　　Fukada, attacked from three directions, could no longer resist. His hip muscles contracted, and his penis throbbed and pressed tightly against 　　the depths of Mayumi's throat. 　　"Oh... Yumi... I'm coming..." Fukada let out a low cry, his glans opening wide, 　　shooting spurts of his accumulated semen into Mayumi's throat. Mayumi, meanwhile, contracted her cheeks, increasing 　　the suction in her mouth to swallow all the spurting semen. It was her lover's semen, thick and fishy, but in Mayumi 　　's eyes, it was a delicious treat. 　　"Glug glug..." Mayumi continued to suck, unwilling to waste a drop. Fukada looked at her with seductive eyes...

Mayumi was also quite excited, and with all her might, she ejaculated all the semen inside her.
"Pop!" After ejaculating more than a dozen spurts, Fukada finally stopped. Mayumi's lips left his penis
, and she swallowed the remaining semen with a "glug-glug" sound, then licked her sexy, thin lips with lingering satisfaction
. Fukada helped the disheveled Mayumi up, his eyes fixed on her.
"Yumi... thank you... I... I love you." He then opened his lips and kissed Mayumi.
"Mmm... um..." Mayumi initially resisted because there was still some semen left in her mouth, but
Fukada didn't mind at all, sticking out his tongue to kiss her. So later, Mayumi relaxed her body and tightly hugged
his head. She fully felt her lover's love for her. What is happiness? At this moment, she felt this was happiness
, and the bright moon in the sky seemed to be shy and hid behind the clouds because of their actions.
Fukada finished, while Elisa entered the final sprint. The man
had already exhausted himself inside Elisa's demonic cave, and now her anus was his death knell. Although the rectum was full of intestinal oil, which didn't affect
the entry and exit of his penis, Elisa's rectum was like a living thing, constantly squeezing his penis.
The powerful suction deep inside her anus erased his last shred of reason. It was a suction that made him feel both pleasurable and numb. Not only did his lower body feel numb,
but it felt as if his internal organs were being pulled out. Under mental control, his mind was filled only with Elisa's demonic body. He gasped
for breath and thrust with all his might.
"Heh heh... I'm thrusting... heh heh..." He was clearly in a frenzied state, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes
rolling back. Even more bizarrely, his body was rapidly wasting away at a visible speed, the muscles below his head
melting and quickly gathering towards his lower body.
"Oh... harder... oh... so good... your penis is getting bigger again... oh. It's so full... harder
." Elisa shook her hair wildly and reached out her slender hands to dig into her vulva. The vaginal fluid
dripped onto the ground, pooling into a puddle.
"Oh..." The bald man behind her roared again, his penis trembling in her anus,
gushing out streams of blood-red liquid. This time he didn't ejaculate semen, because all his semen had been drained before. This time he ejaculated
blood-filled fluid containing his bodily essence.
"Oh... so hot... so good... oh... don't stop... give me all your blood... oh.
Hehehe, it's all shooting into my stomach, shoot again, don't stop." Elisa felt the
lubrication that blood-filled fluid brought to her body, greedily increasing her sucking and squeezing, determined to extract all his blood.
The bald man's body suddenly burned and throbbed with pain. The agony jolted him awake from the illusion, but his
emaciated and weakened state filled him with terror. He desperately tried to push away the witch's body, but the powerful
suction and gripping force were far beyond his frail strength. He slapped Elisa's plump buttocks with all his might,
but his feeble efforts only left small red marks on her skin. His resistance only fueled Elisa's
perverse desires.
"Hehehe... It's a bit late to resist now... Oh... So good... Use some more
... Hehehe," Elisa mocked him as she sucked.
"Ah... You... Who are you... It hurts so much... Ah..." The bald man's voice trailed off.
He no longer harbored any illusions of escape; he only wanted to know who she was before he died.
"Hehehe... Aren't you all looking for us? I'm one of your targets, so tell me,
who am I? Hahaha..."
"You...you..." The bald man didn't finish his sentence. He felt his whole body burning, all his strength leaving him
. Then, with terrified eyes, he breathed his last...
"Crack!" Elisa released her control over his anus, and the bald man, now a dried-up corpse, collapsed limply to the ground.
The essence of blood and flesh made Elisa's wheat-colored skin appear even smoother, more delicate, and more toned. She straightened her miniskirt
, not looking at the dried-up corpse on the ground, but instead walked to Mayumi's side and asked with a smile, "Yumi-nee, brother-in-law,
where do we go now?"
"Hmph, that's easy. You slut, wouldn't it be better to just kill him? Why waste time playing like this?"
Mayumi said irritably.
"No, I'm giving you and brother-in-law time to play too, aren't I?" Elisa clung to Mayumi's arm,
acting like a little girl, and even giving Fukada a flirtatious wink.
"Oh...hehehe..." Fukada chuckled sheepishly, embarrassed that her thoughts had been exposed.
"Sigh, don't say anymore. Let's go, but let's disguise ourselves first, then find a bigger hotel
to rest. I believe they won't find us so quickly. It's always good to hide in plain sight." Mayumi
said helplessly.
"Okay, Yumi-nee, I'll listen to you."
...
In the dead of night in Nara City, the people still indulging in the bright lights and revelry were completely unaware of
the bizarre murder that had just occurred in the back alley of the bar. The dried-up corpse would quickly turn into a pool of blood, and the vanished bald man
would simply be listed as a missing person and handled discreetly. At this moment, a burly middle-aged man emerged from the back alley of the bar.
After walking for a while, he hailed a taxi and left. Simultaneously,
a pair of middle-aged women emerged from the alley. They were plain-looking but had bloated figures. They
disappeared into the darkness under the dim streetlights and amidst the dense buildings...
To be continued.
Author's P.S.: It's been a long time since I've written erotica like this. Luckily, I haven't regressed too much. It's just that the writing is a bit disjointed and
the flow is a little rough. Please bear with it and treat it as a lighthearted break from the tense plot. The next one or two chapters might be
like this too. Thank you all for your support. I hope you'll give it a like if you happen to pass by... Hehehe... I accidentally turned into a purveyor of
miracle drugs.

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