[Ninja Kill] (Chapter 9) Author: fbcc

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Author: fbcc
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Chapter Nine: Stealing Food, Infiltration, Assassination, Shooting
The clock on the wall showed 7:30 PM, dinner time, but Mayumi hadn't returned yet. Fukada
looked at the food on the table, which was getting cold, and impatiently pressed the TV
remote. Just as he was about to press the button on his phone again,
he heard the sound of the door opening. He knew Mayumi was back, so he quickly walked to the door
.
"You're back... Hmm? And who is this?" Behind Mayumi stood a beautiful
woman with exotic features. A pair of large, sky-blue eyes beneath long blonde hair
were curiously looking at him, scrutinizing him as if trying to see right through him, making Fukada very uncomfortable. Just
as Mayumi was about to introduce her, the blonde beauty jumped out from behind her,
smiling and answering first.
"Hehe... Hello, my name is Elisa. You must be Fukada Kazutoyo, Yumi's boyfriend, right? Oh, I
thought he'd be as handsome as Klay Thompson, but... hehe
... he's so ordinary-looking." Elisa showed no sense of formality, rattling off
comments about Fukada in a very casual manner. Fukada was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to reply or
not, and could only look to Mayumi for help.
"Alright, alright, let's go inside first. The food's getting cold. Let's eat and chat later." Mayumi
pulled the still-entertaining Elisa into the living room...
"
Clatter, clatter... Hmm, brother-in-law, your cooking is pretty good! Do you often come into
the kitchen?" Elisa chatted as she ate
.
"Hehehe, eat more if you like. Actually, I rarely cook. Before, I was a single guy, so
who would I cook for? I usually just made instant noodles or
something quick and easy. It wasn't until I met your sister that I started cooking again." He finished speaking and looked affectionately
at the slightly shy Mayumi.
"What are you looking at? Eat up! By the way, Fukada-kun, Elisa grew up with me since she was little. We
're like sisters. Hmm… she wants to
live with us too. I wonder… I wonder if it's convenient for you, Fukada-kun?" Mayumi's voice trailed off, until
only she could hear it. After all, they had
only recently started dating, and she was afraid Fukada would mind.
"How… how could that be? Hehehe… Elisa can stay as long as she likes. Hehehe…
" Fukada scratched his head and chuckled, but actually, he was
a little reluctant. Think about it, with such a beautiful woman like Mayumi next to a million-
watt light bulb, would it be convenient for them to do anything adult?
Elisa, of course, knew what he was thinking. She smiled and said, "Hey, brother-in-law, don't be so upset.
Am I any less beautiful than Yumi? I'm a great beauty too!
Look, my breasts are even bigger than hers!" As she spoke, she mischievously pinched her ample
breasts, making Fukada pause in surprise.
"Elisa, stop teasing him, Fukada-kun, thank you."
"It's nothing, it's nothing...hehe...let's eat." Fukada could only lower his head and eat, feeling dejected.
"Hmm?" At this moment, Fukada felt something strange in his lower body. A slender, delicate foot was
gently rubbing against his calf. Because of the hot weather, he
was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He looked at the two women opposite him, who were still eating and chatting,
laughing and talking. The delicate foot beneath him seemed unsatisfied, constantly
moving upwards.
"Hmm? Hehehe, Yumi is so bold, teasing me in front of her friend, but it really feels good."
Fukada thought to himself, his lower body became erect
, and he lost his appetite, enjoying the massage of her jade feet with his chopsticks. At this moment, that jade foot slipped through
his loose shorts and went directly into his crotch
, gently pressing his penis and scrotum with her toes through his underwear, making his face flush red and him
hum involuntarily.
"Brother-in-law, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Why is your face so red?" Elisa looked at Fukada with a sly
smile, while Mayumi next to her also looked
puzzled.
"No, no, it's just a bit hot, hehehe..." Fukada reached down and grabbed
the slippery, cool foot that was playing tricks on him from inside his pants. He
felt something strange: the foot seemed slightly larger than Mayumi's. But he didn't
think too much about it, since it was their first meeting and
she wouldn't make such a provocative move. So he didn't stop her, but instead cooperated by rubbing his penis with
the foot. At this moment, Elisa felt Fukada's penis
grow even larger, and the smugness in her eyes intensified.
"By the way, brother-in-law, I haven't heard where you work yet?"
"Oh, I work at Rihichi Technology, but I've only been there a few days."
"Richihichi, Rihichi Technology?" Elisa fell silent when she heard the familiar name, and
she quietly withdrew her mischievous foot, leaving Fukada
disappointed.
"What's wrong, Elisa?" Mayumi asked, somewhat puzzled.
"N-nothing... let's eat. I heard that company is developing quite fast, and it's a high-tech company too
. It seems my brother-in-law has a bright future... hehehe
." Elisa quickly returned to normal. Mayumi was wary of Elisa's unusual behavior
; after all, they had grown up together. However, it wasn't convenient
to ask in front of Fukada, so she decided to ask when they were alone.
The three of them finished dinner in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. Unsurprisingly, Elisa suggested
sleeping with Mayumi that night. Mayumi was quite embarrassed,
and although Fukada was reluctant, he generously agreed to sleep on the sofa in the living room. So the three of them watched TV
and chatted in the living room until they had showered, after which Elisa and Mayumi
returned to their room.
"Elisa, when Fukada mentioned Ritsuhi Technology during dinner, your expression became serious. Is..."
"Isn't there a problem?" Mayumi locked the door from the inside,
then sat down on the bed next to Elisa.
"Um, Yumi-nee, do you remember when we accepted the assassination attempt on the heir of Rixin Technology?"
"I remember, what happened? I almost lost my life there." Mayumi still felt
a lingering fear when she recalled the close call.
"After I escaped, I found it strange. Although the base's main target was us, they didn't need
to kill even the bodyguards of Rixin. That would have been a sign of silencing them. They could have just
carried out the assassination on our way back after we succeeded, which would have had a much higher chance of success. So
I found this very strange."
"You put it that way, and thinking about it, I also find it a bit unusual."
"Yes, so after I escaped, thinking about the gains and losses in this matter, I realized that it's most likely that
while the base was capturing us, they were also very interested in the chips Rixin had
, and even Fujita Taro was one of their targets."
"Why?"
"When we accepted the commission, I used hacking skills to infiltrate their mainframe and analyze Rixin's
business over the past year. I discovered that their business was
being slowly eroded and shrunk by a company called Hitachi. I also hired several private investigators to investigate this company,
but the feedback was very bad. They all said they couldn't find any
useful information, only that this company had developed very quickly in less than a year, at a godlike
speed, and they believed it had a very deep background."
"So, you're saying this company has ties to al-Qaeda? But I believe their actions are hard
to escape military and political scrutiny."
"No, what if... what if I said this company itself has a military and political background? I tried hacking into this
company, but strangely, it's remarkably clean
. The only thing I found was that they recently acquired a large number of shares in Rixin Technology on the stock market. Considering
what happened before, this company must have something going on
. Otherwise, given Fujita Daio's ruthless nature, he would definitely retaliate. And I noticed that their
shareholders have disappeared for various reasons these past few days. Rixin Technology's
official response was that they were all sick and recuperating. This inevitably makes one think of Rixin Technology."
"Hmm, then let's infiltrate this company tomorrow night. If we find that this company is involved in targeting us or
has ties to al-Qaeda, then we'll destroy them. Hmph, my
only goal now is to destroy this evil al-Qaeda. Even if we can't eliminate them, making things difficult for them is
not bad." Mayumi's eyes blazed with fury.
"Okay, Yumi-nee, I support you."
...
Late at night, under the bright moonlight, in the quiet living room, Fukada lay on the sofa, fast asleep like a pig. Suddenly, the bedroom
door opened quietly, and a figure
slipped out. In the dim light, a blonde woman, barefoot and with long, slender
legs, stealthily approached Fukada. She wore a
black, sheer, strapless nightgown with a deep V-neck that reached her full buttocks. Her braless
breasts and nipples peeked out from
under the thin black fabric, and the nightgown was slit up to her thighs, revealing her bare, panty-free genitals. Everything about her was so
alluring. It was a pity our male protagonist was still fast
asleep, otherwise he would have certainly paid homage to this sexy body. This woman was, of course, Elisa. She
sneaked out after Mayumi fell asleep.
During dinner that evening, she teased Fukada under the table, feeling the size of his penis and feeling a
burning desire within her. She wanted to get a good look at it
.
She knelt beside Fukada and, to prevent him from making a sound, pressed his pressure points to induce sleep. Then, she
lifted the blanket covering him and slipped her slender hand inside his loose
shorts, feeling the worm-like size of his penis. After a while, she simply
pulled down her shorts and underwear, revealing the soft, erect penis.
"Hehehe… Yumi-nee didn't lie to me, he hasn't been a virgin for long." Although his shaft was soft,
it wasn't small, and the glans was still pink.
Elisa, the little lecher, could barely contain the lustful fluid flowing between her legs. She gripped the limp penis in one hand
and rubbed the scrotum with the other. Then, she
extended her tongue and licked the pink glans, teasing it from time to time. Her nimble tongue then circled and sucked around the shaft and scrotum
. After a few circles, the penis slowly awoke with a muffled groan from Fukada
, swelling and eventually reaching a massive 24 centimeters in length.
"Wow…no wonder Yumi-nee likes him so much. Aside from his plain looks, he's got some good points down there."
Elisa stared at the enormous penis in her hand, her mouth agape
in an "O" shape. The erect penis, veins bulging, the glans the size of a hard-boiled egg, smeared with saliva,
looked exceptionally menacing in the dim light. She gently stroked
the penis, almost reluctantly, her eyes gleaming with a hungry, greedy light. Elisa first tasted
the testicles in the scrotum, sucking one delicately with her thick lips
until it was fully moistened, then taking the other into her mouth. She then licked along the scrotum towards the glans, finally opening her thick
lips to take the glans in and swallow it little by little. Only half of the thick, long penis
was swallowed, but it already filled her throat. Elisa seemed completely unconcerned about
the suffocating feeling of the penis blocking her throat, instead pushing it deeper into her throat
until it was completely inside. Elisa's tongue and thick lips tightly enveloped the shaft, and she began to stroke it rapidly
. Each deep thrust made her
feel nauseous and suffocated. Combined with the thrill of having sex with Mayumi's man behind her back, the stimulating infidelity sent spasms of pleasure through her lower body
, and her vaginal fluid dripped from her pink labia onto
the ground.
"Pop." "Mmm... I can't hold back anymore..." Elisa moved Fukada's heavy body slightly outward,
then turned her delicate body upside down, placing her muddy lower body on Fukada's face .
She moved up and down, her delicate clitoris rubbing against his mouth and nose, releasing copious amounts of vaginal
fluid that wet his face. She then lowered her head
to suck on his hard penis once more.
"Mmm... ooh..." Elisa was completely immersed in lust, her mouth and nose emitting alluring moans.
Unfortunately, Fukada, whose body was flooded, was still asleep. In
his dream, he and Mayumi were kissing each other's genitals; the pleasure was so real. He
even extended his tongue to tease her alluring labia and clitoris. Stimulated,
Elisa increased the speed of her oral stimulation, while pressing her lower body tightly against Fukada's mouth, forcing his
tongue deeper into her vagina. She herself
couldn't help but insert a finger into her beautiful anus, using it to thrust in and out of his penis.
"Mmm...mmm..." Elisa hummed, shaking her head. Her wheat-colored skin flushed pink,
her muscles tensed, and her hard nipples pressed against
Fukada's lower abdomen. Her tight vagina began to spasm, and streams of vaginal fluid mixed with warm, lustful water gushed
out, washing over Fukada's face and reaching deep into his throat
. Fukada sucked on it in his sleep, and his penis
began to tremble under Elisa's sucking. His semen, with a slightly salty and pungent taste, spurted out rapidly
, which the thirsty Elisa swallowed all of it...
"Pop...mmm..." After spitting out the still hard penis, Elisa was still not satisfied and stuck out her tongue
to lick the remaining semen off the shaft.
She stood up, her eyes fixed on the erect penis, a look of reluctance on her face. She then took a tissue and
gently wiped the semen from Fukada's face. Seeing
Fukada still asleep, his mouth agape as if savoring her fluids, Elisa couldn't help but smile
.
"Hmm, let's leave it at that this time, otherwise Yumi-nee will find out, hehe, I really don't want to let him go." With that,
she pulled Fukada's shorts back on, covered him with the blanket,
kissed his forehead, and then quietly slipped back into the room like a Japanese soldier entering a village.
...
"Yumi-nee, why isn't brother-in-law back yet? Should we call him?" Elisa looked at
the clock on the wall showing 8 PM and
said to Mayumi, who was still sitting at the dinner table waiting.
"Hmm, I'll call him." Mayumi took out her mobile phone and dialed Fukada's number.
"Hey, Fukada-kun, this is Yumi. Why aren't you home for dinner yet?"
"Oh, sorry, I was too busy and forgot to call you. I have to work overtime tonight. You guys eat first,
I'll be back later." Fukada said apologetically on the other end of the phone
.
"Oh, then come back as soon as possible and take care of yourself."
"Got it, darling, I'm not talking to you anymore, bye... beep beep..."
"Fukada is still working overtime, let's eat first."
"Won't that interfere with our plan? After all, we're going to infiltrate his company later." Alisa
looked worried.
"Hmm, let's not worry about it for now. We'll just get him out of there once we get near his company."
"Okay, that's the only way."
After saying that, the two of them ate a quick meal, then changed into casual clothes, put on their human skin masks, and rode
their Sakigawa motorcycle parked nearby at breakneck speed towards the Ritsuhi Technology Building
.
At 9 PM, in the Lizhi Technology Building, it was unusually
quiet because it was past closing time. Only the third floor, where Fukada
worked, had lights on. In the lobby filled with cubicles, only Fukada was still engrossed in his work. On the first floor, only two
ordinary security guards were patrolling the reception area. Normally at this time, apart
from employees working overtime, there was hardly anyone to be seen, so the two men sat at the front desk engrossed in mobile
games.
Suddenly, several lithe, black figures flashed out from behind them. Completely absorbed in their game, the two men
were oblivious to their impending doom.
"Ugh!" A large hand covered the mouth of the security guard in front of him, and then a sharp dagger slashed
a long red line across his neck. A large amount of blood
gushed from the severed artery onto the reception desk, and then he lost consciousness. At that moment, the security guard next to him noticed something was
wrong. When he turned around, another
large hand covered his mouth, and a dagger was held to his neck. Realizing the danger, he dared not move
.
"Don't move, or you'll end up like him, meeting Amaterasu. Take us to the monitoring room now, understand?"
A deep male voice rang in his ear. He
dared not resist, and could only nod slightly, obediently leading the way, because
a sharp dagger was pressed against his back,
piercing his outer clothing and breaking through his skin. Several dark figures behind the assassin pulled out silenced
pistols, constantly making tactical maneuvers to conceal themselves
. The assassin behind the security guard was perfectly hidden by the figures in front, so the monitors couldn't see
him.
"Bang bang..." The security guard knocked on the monitoring room door.
"Who is it?" a voice came from inside.
"It's...it's me, Yumon. I have something to tell you, open the door..." The security guard looked a little nervous,
but still managed to get the words out.
"Hey, Yumen, what's going on? Just use the walkie-talkie, I'm still
on duty." A young security guard opened the door,
grumbling at Yumen with a slightly annoyed expression. At that moment, several dark figures appeared on either side of Yumen.
They rushed inside, quickly
dispatching all the security guards, and then took over the monitoring room.
"Speak, where are Onoshi and Ilya?" The tall, burly man at the head of the group, like the other assassins
, covered his mouth with a black cloth. He wore a black vest and tactical trousers,
black leather boots, and had a dagger and pistol tucked into his waistband. His eyes were cold, giving him an extremely fierce appearance.
"I...I don't know...ah..." The man plunged a dagger through the security guard's thigh,
twisting it in circles inside, causing
copious amounts of blood to gush from the wound.
"Speak. Don't think you can get away with this by not talking. I have many ways to make you wish you were dead."
He continued to widen the wound on the guard's leg.
"I'll talk, I'll talk. They...they all...they all work on the fifteenth floor. At this time...at this
time, they should still be there." The security guard was covered in cold sweat, his face pale
, clearly overwhelmed by the excruciating pain.
"Boss, there are no surveillance cameras on the fifteenth floor. I guess we can't go up there directly."
The man in black sitting at the monitor turned to his leader and said helplessly
.
"Tell me, how can we get to the fifteenth floor?" He increased the pressure of the dagger.
"Ah...ah...no, no...let me go, I'll talk, I'll talk. He has a password card on him, he can...
he can take the elevator up...ah ah..."
The leader winked at the assassin in front of him. The assassin found a
card with a chip on one of the corpses and nodded to the leader.
"Ah...woo..." A flash of light, and the dagger sliced across Yumon's throat. Yumon's eyes widened, and he pressed his hands
against the bleeding wound before collapsing
to the ground with a "thud. "
"Xiao Ba, you stay in the monitoring room. Notify us via radio if anything happens. The rest of you, come with me
..." The leader gave the order and led the remaining six out
of the monitoring room, rushing towards the elevator. The longer they delayed, the higher the chance of being discovered
. Their targets were only Onoshi and Ilya,
people ordered to be killed. For them as assassins, death was only a matter of time, but completing the mission
and escaping unscathed was a simple choice. Unfortunately,
unbeknownst to them, their presence had already been detected. And that's understandable; a
company openly producing, selling, and researching high-tech products while secretly smuggling arms
wouldn't be so easily breached. Even retired or active-duty special forces soldiers couldn't do it.
They were skilled at killing and concealment, but not superhuman. Therefore,
they were monitored by hidden cameras from the moment they entered the building.
Meanwhile, in a luxurious office on the fifteenth floor, a red-haired woman sat in a large executive chair,
watching the assassins' movements through a screen on the wall.
She wore a sexy, black leather queen-like lace outfit, with only a small amount of black leather crisscrossing in the middle barely
covering half of her full breasts. Her braless breasts
pushed up against the leather, revealing the outline of her nipples, while her hairless genitals were completely exposed. Her long, slender
legs, encased in black leather trousers, rested on the executive desk, and
she wore thick-soled, round-toed, high-heeled black leather ankle boots with five-inch slender metal heels. She
played with the remote control in her hand, her eyes gleaming with seductive allure. The images on the screen
kept changing, but she would occasionally fixate on the assassin leader. Looking at his
strong physique and murderous eyes, she couldn't
help but let out seductive moans, and her red, butterfly-shaped labia were dripping with clear, lustful fluid. "Oh... harder, lick me harder... hehehe..." A 　　naked, muscular man
was kneeling between her legs , his large hands grasping 　　her plump buttocks, his rough tongue licking and scraping inside her delicate anus. 　　"Number nine, number twelve, number eighteen... take a team of bodyguards to the passageway and deal with these people, but 　　leave the leader here for me. I want to see who has 　　the guts to assassinate me." 　　"Yes, Your Excellency Ilya." After saying that, the several masked women in black robes behind her disappeared from the office. 　　"Harder...you dog slave...oh..." Ilya coldly commanded the man beneath her. The man 　　shuddered, then used all his strength 　　to perform oral sex, trying to please the alluring witch before him. 　　The scene shifts back to the assassins. As they reached the fifteenth floor in the elevator, the doors were about to open. At that 　　moment, the leader felt a chill run down his spine. 　　"Killing intent. We might have been discovered. Be careful. When we exit the elevator, advance in tactical formation A." 　　With that, everyone drew their pistols, cocked them 　　, and held them flat. Anyone with experience would recognize them as seasoned shooters, as their 　　movements were incredibly fast. 　　With a "ding," the elevator doors opened. The leader threw two flashbangs out the door. The intense 　　sense of danger told him his squad had been discovered. Hiding 　　was pointless; a swift victory was necessary. "Boom!" "Boom!" "Ahhh...ahhh..." The blinding light from the flashbangs 　　momentarily blinded the 　　unsuspecting bodyguards lining the corridor , who screamed in agony. 　　"Chirp chirp... chirp chirp..." The assassins who flashed out of the elevator fired simultaneously to both sides in a crouching-back formation. The "thud thud" of bullets biting into flesh brought 　　down bodyguards in black suits 　　one by one . 　　After the continuous firing, bodyguards lay scattered on the corridor floor, those not dead groaning in pain. The leader 　　ignored the corpses on the ground. He didn't know which room Onoshi 　　and Ilya were in, so he gestured for three people to search in the opposite direction. 　　The three, going in the opposite direction from the leader, carefully searched each room 　　. Then, footsteps came from the corner at the end of the corridor. They simultaneously hid behind two doors, waiting for the bodyguards 　　to appear. Just then, as the assassin at the front door was about to reveal 　　himself and fire, a pair of lifeless eyes appeared on the wallpapered wall. Her figure 　　slowly emerged from the wall, seemingly becoming one with it. 　　The assassin, gun in hand, felt a chill run down his spine; he sensed danger behind him. 　　When he turned around, a flash of light, accompanied by 　　a cold wind, sliced past his head. Before he could scream, his head fell to the ground and rolled down the corridor. 　　"Fifth Brother!" The two assassins behind him, seeing the head on the ground, immediately pointed their guns, which had been aimed at the corridor, at the front.

The woman in black robes across the hall. "Chirp...chirp..."
The two assassins fired wildly, spurred on by the tragic death of Lao Wu. They ignored the bodyguards appearing at the entrance of the corridor
, for this woman was their greatest enemy. However,
each close-range shot was narrowly avoided by the woman in black robes. The two assassins were nearly driven mad,
frantically unleashing bullets from their magazines. Just as the woman in black robes
was about to close in, twirling her sword, two bullets finally struck her body, piercing her black robes with
two bullet holes, and knocking her back several steps.
The two men stared intently at the woman, who seemed unaffected. She held a long, sharp samurai sword in one hand, and with
the other, she ripped her black robes off her body, revealing her alluring
and revealing combat suit. Two flattened bullets were embedded in her elbow-length black leather gloves;
clearly, the bullets hadn't caused her any harm
. Just as the two assassins were stunned by the sight before them, the ripped black robes flew over their heads.
"Damn it..." Before the words were finished, a black robe enveloped their bodies, and then two knives, one long and one short, seemed to have
eyes, piercing straight through their hearts
.
"Third brother, fourth brother... I'll fight you to the death!" The leader, who was not far behind, saw this horrific scene. He could no longer care about what was in front of him. He turned around 　　and opened fire
with his 7mm pistol, the density of the shots as dense as an automatic rifle, and every shot was aimed at the 　　woman's head. The woman obviously did not expect the leader's marksmanship to 　　be so good, every shot was fatal. No matter how strong she was, her head was one of her weaknesses. She could only roll on the ground in a sorry state 　　and then hide in the room. 　　"Bang bang bang..." The bodyguards behind the woman also began firing. The leader dodged the incoming bullets, 　　bracing himself against the wall, and 　　soared into the air like a roc spreading its wings. He fired continuously in mid-air, and the bodyguards in front of him fell one after another. But the remaining 　　bodyguards also fought back fiercely, exchanging fire with him 　　. The leader was able to slip into the room next door. 　　Watching the leader's fierce and valiant actions on the screen, the intense killing scene made Ilya feel as if she were there. She stared 　　at the strong and muscular figure, her vulva secreting a large amount of lustful 　　fluid, wetting the man beneath her. Ilya's thighs involuntarily tightened, causing the naked man trapped between them to scream in pain 　　. But she seemed completely unaware 　　, continuing to rub her thighs together, her hands climbing up her full breasts, kneading her hard nipples, and letting out 　　alluring moans. 　　"Oh...you're mine...hehe...you're my prey, you can't escape...oh oh...I 　　'm going to crush you...oh oh..." 　　"Crack..." The man's head was crushed by her, blood and brains splattering all over her sexy body 　　... 　　... 　　On the fifteenth floor, a desperate killing was taking place, but unnoticed, two black figures appeared on the building's perimeter. 　　Judging from their alluring figures, they were definitely 　　beauties. They wore tight, black combat suits that outlined their ample breasts and vulvas 　　. Wearing black masks that only revealed their upper faces 　　, they stealthily approached in the darkness. 　　"Sister Yumi, we still can't get through to brother-in-law? What should we do?" the woman beside her whispered. 　　"Sigh, Alyssa, there's nothing we can do. His phone probably ran out of battery. But it's alright, we're just 　　infiltrating to observe the situation, just be careful." 　　"Alright then, let's split up and enter through the back and side doors." 　　"Okay, let's use invisibility to avoid the surveillance first." 　　The two were Mayumi and Alyssa. They had already infiltrated the vicinity of the building, thinking it would just be a slightly difficult 　　reconnaissance mission, but they didn't expect that someone had already entered and 　　was engaged in a firefight. 　　... 　　At this moment, the firefight reached a fever pitch. When the leader rushed out of the corridor again to fight the enemy, 　　the three assassins behind him screamed in agony. He turned around 　　and saw that, without him noticing, three 　　women in black robes, just like in the previous firefight, were standing behind them. They held samurai swords, and the long swords simultaneously 　　pierced through the bodies of the three assassins. He knew that the mission had completely failed, because he was left alone 　　, and there was no way to break through. He gave a bitter laugh, 　　raised his pistol, and was about to commit suicide when a silver flash sliced through the air and landed firmly on his wrist, his 　　pistol clattering to the ground. Then, his 　　pressure points were pressed hard, and he collapsed to the ground like a limp snake. 　　Lying on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling, he knew he was doomed. He still had the strength to kill himself— 　　to bite his tongue—but he was unwilling to 　　accept it. He wanted to see his target. He didn't have to wait long; the crowd parted automatically. 　　Ilya, dressed in a sexy queen-like outfit and wearing extremely high heels, 　　walked up to him. 　　Ilya looked at the powerful man with interest, then gave orders to those behind her. 　　"Number Nine, go and take care of the little caterpillar in the first-floor monitoring room. How you handle it is up to you. Everyone else, disperse 　　throughout the building and see if there are any other intruders." 　　"Yes, Your Excellency Ilya," everyone responded, immediately searching the area downstairs. 　　"Hehehe, tell me, who sent you?" Ilya looked down at the leader lying on the ground. 　　Her queenly attire, crisscrossed and concealing her, revealed large expanses of fair skin 　　. Her large, snow-white breasts, squeezed by her black leather jacket, seemed about to burst out. The thin black leather thong couldn't conceal her 　　ripe, beautiful vulva; the tight leather straps 　　forced her bright red labia open, exposing them to the air. Staring at this alluring woman with seductive eyes above him, even the leader, whose heart was 　　as hard as iron, felt a surge of heat in his lower body, and his erection slowly 　　rose. 　　"You must be Ilya. I didn't expect you to be such a slut, hahaha... It's truly a damn injustice that I fell into your hands . Do 　　it, you can't expect me to tell you."

Knowing he couldn't possibly leave alive, the leader could only provoke Ilya with words, hoping to find
a way out as quickly as possible.
"Hehehe... Is that so? Still so stubborn. Actually, I can guess who ordered you even if you don't say it, but
I want you to say it out loud, hmm?" Ilya remained unmoved
. She pushed aside his shirt, her slender hand roaming over his strong body, finally stopping at
his nipple, where she teased it. Under the skillful
teasing of her fingers, the leader's lower body became completely erect, and Ilya's pupils turned blood red, a seductive
smile appearing on her face—she was beginning to cast an illusion.
"You... you're delusional, I... I won't say... I won't say it." Under the attack of her illusion, the leader
began to lose his senses, but he still managed to hold onto the last shred of
his sanity.
"Is that so?" Ilya pinched his nipple, then with a forceful pull, ripped it off his body.
Blood gushed from the wound, splattering onto
Ilya's delicate skin.
"Hmph..." The leader groaned, his eyes wide with pain, unaware that the gushing blood had caused him to lose his composure, his mind 　　completely dominated
by Ilya's illusion . 　　"Hehehe... Very good. Speak, who sent you? Was it Fujita Daio?" Ilya reveled 　　in the bloodlust, controlling him as she spoke. 　　"Yes... Hmm?" In the instant he answered, the leader snapped out of the illusion. He immediately 　　opened his mouth, trying to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but Ilya, having received his answer 　　, wouldn't let him succeed. She grabbed his chin and, with a slight effort, dislocated it. 　　"Hehehe... I didn't expect your mental strength to be so powerful. I underestimated you. But I've got 　　my answer, nothing else matters, hehehe... 　　Considering how strong you are, I'll let you go to hell in pleasure. Hehehe..." Ilya 　　stuck out her long tongue and licked the blood smeared on her face, her eyes gleaming 　　with greed. Then she tore his tactical pants apart with both hands, straddled him, and pulled aside his 　　already soaked black leather thong, inserting her thick penis into 　　his overflowing cunt... 　　... 　　"Phew, finally finished. Hmm? My phone's dead, oh no, I wonder if Yumi's angry. I'd better hurry 　　back." Fukada, having finished his work, only then realized 　　his phone was dead, so he hurriedly packed up and left. He had no idea that 　　a fight had just taken place on the fifteenth floor, probably because the soundproofing on that floor was too good. Just as he hurriedly 　　took the elevator down to the first floor, a figure flashed past at the end of the corridor. He watched the figure disappear around the corner 　　, a sense of unease creeping into his mind. Who would be there at this hour 　　, and running so fast? Was there a thief? Unable to see the security guard in the lobby, his intense 　　curiosity drove him to quietly follow. Not being foolish, he 　　retrieved a thick wooden stick from the storage room for self-defense. As he neared the corner, a loud "bang" echoed. Judging 　　from the sound, it seemed to originate 　　near the monitoring room at the end of the corridor. Unsure what had happened, he approached even more cautiously. 　　"Hah...hah..." A heavy, almost masculine panting sound came from the monitoring room at the end of the corridor. Fukada 　　grew even more careful, gripping the stick tightly and approaching silently 　　. When he reached the door, he found the heavy security door was gone. Peeking inside, he saw 　　an extremely eerie scene. 　　A nearly naked woman with short blonde hair, wearing a black metal mask, sat on top of a muscular man 　　, her body heaving. The point of their intercourse produced a series of " 　　splish-splish" sounds, releasing copious amounts of clear, lustful fluid. Her large breasts, encased in a black leather bra , 　　danced in waves of white flesh with the twisting of her slender waist 　　. A ferocious blue dragon was tattooed on her fair, delicate skin. Her hands, gloved with black leather gloves that extended past her elbows and exposed her fingers, gripped the man's neck tightly 　　. 　　Her unfocused eyes stared intently at him , and groans escaped from behind her metal mask. 　　The man beneath her was deathly pale, his face contorted in pain, showing no 　　sign of pleasure. His arms were twisted at an unbelievable angle 　　, lying flat on the ground, clearly broken. 　　Seeing this, Fukada covered her gaping mouth, afraid to scream. At this moment, the woman's 　　movements became faster and faster, her 　　vulva glistening with black, muddy fluid. The man, his eyes bloodshot, thrust his hips forward, cooperating forcefully, his 　　heavy breathing growing louder. 　　"Hehehehe...hehe..." His eyes widened, his buttocks tightened, 　　and he thrust his penis deep into the woman's vagina, ejaculating. The woman 　　stopped moving, gripping his neck even tighter, her groin slowly twisting. Her snow-white skin glowed with 　　an unnatural red, and the blue dragon tattoo on her body seemed to come alive 　　, appearing exceptionally ferocious. 　　"Hehehe...woowoo..." After ejaculating more than a dozen times, the man's once-satisfied face began to contort in shock 　　, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief. 　　He couldn't stop the semen from flowing from his body; the woman's tender vaginal flesh, like tiny hands 　　, enveloped and squeezed his penis, the cervix sucking and biting at the glans with seemingly endless 　　force. His muscles seemed to melt, the semen flowing rapidly down his body in waves on his skin 　　. Watching the woman sitting on him grow increasingly alluring, 　　the man, growing weak and withered, tried to push the witch away, but he found himself powerless. 　　His hands were already broken, and the hands gripping his neck tightened 　　their hold, until he heard the cracking of his cervical vertebrae. Air escaped completely, and he could only 　　watch helplessly as his flesh was painfully sucked away 　　… 　　A wooden stick fell to the ground with a "crack," and the woman, recovering from the pleasure of the act 　　, saw Fukada standing dumbfounded in the doorway. A murderous glint flashed in her lifeless eyes 　　. Fukada had never witnessed such a horrific cannibalistic scene; the man beneath her was completely desiccated.

No longer caring whether the woman before him was human or demon
, he desperately ran back the way he came. Just as he reached the corner of the passageway, a
sharp scream came from behind. A kunai shrouded in black mist was aimed directly at
his back, slicing through the air with incredible speed. For Fukada, who had no martial arts skills, it was
an inescapable death sentence.
Just when he thought he couldn't escape, his arm was suddenly gripped tightly, and a tremendous force yanked him
aside. "Thud!" The kunai pierced deep into the wall, rubbing against his chest
.
"Number 9?" A deep female voice rang in Fukada's ears.
"Number 2, we've been looking for you for a long time." A blonde woman nearby spoke in a hoarse, lifeless voice
.
To be continued...

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