【The Flying Master's Battle Against the True Red Makuhari】(The End) Author: Little Chicken Soup

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"Whoosh..."

The winter north wind blew directly onto Zi Yi's face, especially from the 140-meter-high Statue of Liberty,
where the cold was even more intense in the thin air. But this thirteen-year-old boy remained completely
unmoved by the biting wind. Having undergone brutal training since birth, and having his life constantly pulled off the brink of death
, this was nothing new to him.

He had been standing there for three hours. His opponent's late arrival hadn't stirred his emotions. He knew this
might be part of the enemy's plan, designed to make him agitated. Everyone knew the Japanese were a
cunning people; they
would stop at nothing to defeat their opponent, easily abandoning even the dignity and principles of a warrior. Zi Yi had defeated countless enemies and faced various tactics, including all sorts of bloodless
and despicable methods. Now, even if his opponent were to transform into his deceased mother, he wouldn't be
moved .

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, a strange sound broke the silence amidst the howling wind. Though carried by the biting north wind,
if even this sound couldn't be detected, Zi Yi would likely have died before his eighth birthday.

"They've arrived?" A smile crept across the unchanging lips. For a warrior, nothing
is more exciting than the appearance of an opponent. Battle makes their blood boil, their bodies enter a state of heightened arousal, regardless of whether they ultimately
become the killer or the killer.

Life and death were irrelevant to Zi Yi; as long as he could fight a worthy adversary, his life was utterly
insignificant .

Zi Yi didn't react to the opponent's arrival. In the blink of an eye, the person was already standing before him.

'It's a woman,' Zi Yi thought. Judging from
the ninja it would be virtually impossible for an ordinary person to discern the other's gender. But Zi Yi had done it;
it was the scent of female hormones. In a life lived by killing, opponents would stop at nothing, including using
beauty as a means of hunting down enemies.

But Zi Yi was certain that his opponent this time was a true warrior; her resolute gaze showed she disdained using her female
body as a weapon. The fact that such a warrior existed among the Japanese only fueled Zi Yi's anticipation for the battle.

This wasn't Zi Yi's first time fighting a woman, and he never underestimated a seemingly weak woman. Besides
knowing even women assigned as opponents possessed considerable strength, more importantly,
in a decisive battle where only one could survive, giving one's all was the greatest respect a warrior could show to their opponent.

He would show no mercy; today, it was either her death or his.

"Good day," the female ninja bowed to Zi Yi in a traditional Japanese greeting—truly a polite Yamato
. Zi Yi, representing China, returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute: "Good evening."

"Where...do you wish to be buried?" his opponent asked in Japanese. Zi Yi shrugged, gazing at
the river mouth and replied in Chinese: "The Hudson River, I suppose. The scenery there is quite nice."

"You have good taste. I'd prefer Higo Bridge in Osaka, my birthplace."

"Osaka? Do I need a visa for that?

Sorry, but please do help."

"Okay, just to be clear, I'm only bringing the head."

"No problem. Tie your hair back. Please don't cut above the neck. If possible,
wipe away the blood from your nostrils and mouth, and try to keep your bangs from getting messed up."

"So many demands."

"Well, girls are more concerned with their appearance."

"Then...can we begin?"

"Yes, please guide me." "Thank you

for your consideration."

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" After a few pleasantries, the two men standing on the Statue of Liberty torches leaped up simultaneously. One was
a Chinese assassin, the other a Japanese ninja. Was this a small-scale Sino-Japanese war? Or merely
a test of strength between warriors?

Their scores were decided by life and death.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" A series of flying weapons pierced the air. Zi Yi knew they were
shuriken, a favorite weapon of Japanese ninjas. He had always considered them foolish weapons; what use were weapons that couldn't be controlled once thrown
? He only trusted the longsword in his hand.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" But when the shuriken tore through his shoulder, Zi Yi changed
his mind . This thing he had always looked down upon actually had some use.

Zi Yi leaped through the skies above New York, gracefully dodging each weapon—what the Chinese called a dart—with elegant movements.

Lightness skill was one of Zi Yi's specialties; he could truly fly like a bird, hence
his nickname among his fellow disciples: the Flying Assassin.

Zi Yi didn't retaliate, not out of leniency because his opponent was a girl. He was testing her strength;
after all, his opponent was Japanese, and a legendary ninja at that. To some extent, he wanted to know more about her strength before deciding
how to finish her off. The Higo Bridge in Osaka—this girl he'd only met today was really shameless.

Over a hundred shuriken of various shapes were embedded in the stone wall outside the torch. The female ninja began another
attack , drawing her ninja sword from behind. Zi Yi smiled inwardly; it seemed the battle was over. No one in the world
could defeat him with a sword, and he didn't believe any Japanese could wield a sword better than a Chinese.

He didn't dodge anymore, but directly drew his longsword from his waist for a head-on clash. The clanging sounds echoed over
New York , adding a touch of noise to the desolate space. Suddenly, Zi Yi felt
a sharp pain in his back as the hard objects collided. He'd been stabbed by a sharp weapon with an iron chain while he was focused on his swordsmanship. Typical
Japanese , truly despicable.

The pain intensified Zi Yi's killing intent. Although he hadn't held back from the start, an assassin has
many ways to kill their opponent. Given that the target was a woman, he tried to maintain her appearance out of politeness:
her hair was tied up, and he wouldn't cut above her neck. "Okay, if I'm in a good mood, I'll give you a trendy side
part .

" "Roar!" Zi Yi unleashed his killing move, a technique he'd used countless times to kill with a single blow, with zero experience of failure. Of course,
this girl from Higobashi in Osaka was no exception. Like lightning, the sword flashed and
struck his opponent, as if she'd been hit by a thousand bolts of lightning. "I'm sorry, I can't agree. I think you'll at least
have ."

But when Zi Yi leaped from mid-air atop the Statue of Liberty, watching the defeated corpse fall on the north wind
, he felt an overwhelming sense of shame. The wooden figure wrapped in the crimson ninja outfit was nothing but a block of wood.

"Roar!" Zi Yi, an assassin who never revealed his emotions,
roared wildly, driven mad by his deception. Japanese, female ninja, Osaka, Higo Bridge—I will slaughter you all
without leaving a trace !

"Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap!" He climbed the Statue of Liberty's arm with excited steps. For
an assassin known for his stealth, this was undoubtedly a loss of composure, a stain on Zi Yi's fighting career. Back at
the top of the torch, the female ninja who had tricked him was already waiting.

"You're stronger than I thought." Zi Yi was still a man who readily admitted his opponent's strength, and
the female ninja was a girl who readily accepted praise. "Thank you, but you're weaker than I thought."

"Is that so? You dishonest lady." Zi Yi leaped at her again; the battle was now
decided . Despite her stubbornness, the female ninja couldn't deny that her opponent was superior. Her right hand was
bleeding, and she could barely grip her ninja sword. The move that seemed to have cleverly dodged the lightning strike with a feint
had actually inflicted a fatal injury.

She continued to provoke her opponent at this point because she knew she had lost, but losing a duel
didn't mean her opponent was the winner.

Zi Yi launched another attack, determined to avenge his earlier humiliation, but he quickly realized his opponent
was exhausted. Just as he was about to deliver a fatal blow, he swiftly withdrew his attack, kicking
his opponent, who had fallen like a kite, onto the top of the goddess statue.

"Ugh..." The girl, slammed to the ground, groaned, only her eyes peeking out, revealing
a pained expression. It must have been incredibly painful; even a Japanese ninja, renowned for her endurance, would show such an expression.

Zi Yi sheathed his sword and walked step by step to the girl who had collapsed to the ground. He knelt down and
slowly pulled up her hood. This was an insult to a ninja, and the girl with her innocent short hair turned her
head away, not wanting him to see her face. Zi Yi ran his fingers over her smooth cheek and sighed in relief,
"Thank goodness, your face isn't hurt."

The female ninja ignored him. Zi Yi asked her dying wish: "Where is Higo Bridge?"

"Third ward, number fourteen, 2nd floor," the female ninja said stubbornly.

"Is there a direct train?"

The female ninja shook her head. "No, you need to transfer at Namba Station to the Yotsubashi Subway Line. After getting off, walk for about five
to ten minutes to Exit A12. Go straight up the stairs, turn left, and turn right at the 7-Eleven. It's the third house on the right.
The neighbor has a vicious dog, but don't be afraid. It only barks and doesn't bite. Just ignore it." "

That's quite a hassle."

"There's a ramen shop next door that's pretty good. If you're not in a hurry, you can eat there before going back. They
don't charge extra for extra noodles, and they give you jelly and miso soup. But remember not to order the chashu; their pork isn't fresh, and
the portion is small. The owner is stingy. Their most famous dish is the soft-boiled onsen egg. Sprinkle a little fine salt on it before eating; the flavor is superb.
It's a must-try." The female ninja advised.

"Thank you for the friendly reminder."

"You're welcome. Note that there's a 20% discount during lunchtime."

After giving her last instructions, the female ninja turned her face away again, accepting her fate as a defeated woman. Zi Yi
continued to remove the girl's clothes. This was a rule among assassins: if the enemy was of the opposite sex,
they had to be assaulted as the greatest form of humiliation. To be honest, Zi Yi didn't like doing this. He only
enjoyed the thrill of victory and wasn't particularly interested in sex, after all, he was just a thirteen-year-old boy.

The female ninja didn't resist. Before today, she had been told that this was what would happen after defeat. She was already
prepared , knowing that losing a battle meant not only losing her life but also losing her dignity as a woman.

"This..." Zi Yi was stunned. When he removed the girl's clothes, he was shocked to find that his opponent was much younger than he had imagined.
Her slightly protruding breasts, her bud-like nipples, and her smooth, hairless vulva all indicated that this
girl had not yet reached the stage of secondary sexual characteristics.

"How old are you?" Zi Yi asked. The female ninja, who had kept her face turned away and never looked at him, didn't answer.
There was no need to answer such a question. The opponent wouldn't show mercy just because he was young. Even if it was just
an infant, the ruthless assassin would still carry out their code.

Zi Yi's initial triumphant mood cooled considerably. Winning against such a little girl was unfair. Looking at the wound on his
shoulder , he felt a deep resentment of defeat.

Without thinking, Zi Yi stood up, unzipped his pants, and exposed his constantly aroused penis.

His erection wasn't because of the girl, but because an assassin often keeps his blood boiling during a killing spree.
He squatted down and aimed his penis at the vulva. The clean, barely visible slit of her vulva indicated that she was a virgin.
Zi Yi parted the labia and forcefully thrust his glans in.

"Ugh!" The girl let out a mournful cry, but on a battlefield where even the head of an opponent could be severed,
this couldn't shake anyone's heart. This was battle; this was the fate that the loser had to accept.

"She's a virgin..." Zi Yi reached a barrier that hindered his progress. Without hesitation, he forcefully pierced her,
ignoring the tears welling in the girl's eyes from the pain. This didn't simply mean he was a cold-blooded person; he just wanted to finish this as quickly as possible
.

"Plop! Plop! Plop!" After breaking through the hymen, Zi Yi thrust into the girl's vagina. He
was no longer a virgin; he had been learning how to humiliate enemies from his master's wife since he was nine. But even so, this was
the youngest girl he had ever touched.

"What's your name?" Zi Yi asked this question. Everyone knew that the humiliated person wouldn't tell their opponent
their name, but he still asked. The girl endured the pain of losing her virginity and vaguely answered, "Shin... Shinku..."

"Shinku... There are such beautiful names among the Japanese..." Zi Yi felt a pang of pity in his chest,
an emotion that an assassin couldn't retain, and also the biggest mistake of this victor today.

"And you...and you?" Zhenhong asked Ziyi, tears streaming down her face. He answered honestly as he thrust forcefully, "My name is
Ziyi."

"Ziyi...the boy I slept with for the first time in my life...was named Ziyi..." Zhenhong repeated the boy's name.
Ziyi couldn't help but laugh at her naive words. But the next sentence was terrifyingly shocking: "And
the girl you slept with for the last time in your life...was named Zhenhong..."

"What?" Zi Yi was shocked, but what shocked him even more was that his penis, which had been moving smoothly, suddenly became
unable to move. He remembered something: he had heard that Japanese female ninjas knew a kind of vaginal locking technique, which allowed them to clamp
their opponent to prevent them from moving.

"Didn't I tell you? You are the first boy I've ever had sex with, but that doesn't mean my vagina is a first
-time use." Zhen Hong's face showed a triumphant smile, and her eyes instantly turned blood red—it was an illusion!

"Secret Technique! True, Red, Flash, Light!"

Zi Yi was extremely surprised. As the girl finished reciting these six words, he found that an intense red light burst forth in front of him,
surrounding him and enough to blind him. Zi Yi quickly closed his eyes, but it was too late. He had already been struck by the aurora
. The flash of red turned white a second later, and even with his eyelids closed, he could not avoid it.

"Ugh!"

At the same time, his penis, which had been firmly clamped, was released. Zi Yi subconsciously threw himself to the ground, picked up his longsword, and
wildly swung it in the air.

"Roar! Roar!"

The girl had vanished without a trace. She didn't dwell on killing her opponent; she knew it was
impossible given her injuries. She left. For a warrior, it might be cowardice, but for a Japanese ninja, it
meant nothing. Everyone knew the Japanese had no shame.

Zi Yi was wrong. This girl, once respected as a true warrior, ultimately used her body as a weapon.

Zi Yi won, or perhaps, he lost.

Zi Yi lay sprawled atop the Statue of Liberty. He smiled,
a smile for the girl who had captured his heart in a fleeting moment. He saw the virgin blood on his penis had turned blue. He

didn't know how much time had passed before Zi Yi dragged his weary body back to the ground. New York was a beautiful city,
but when life lacks a certain color, it takes time to adjust. From that day on, Zi Yi could no longer see red.

Assassins and ninjas—two names that belong to a distant era in most people's minds, seemingly only appearing in
martial arts novels and period dramas. But in reality, they still exist today, lurking in the corners of society as organized groups
.

Another little-known fact is that assassins and ninjas, two seemingly unrelated schools, actually had
a long history of exchange. This exchange, in reality, was a struggle for the highest honor and status. Every ten years, each school would
send its disciples to fight in single combat to determine the victor. Whoever could sever the opponent's head would be
the winner.

For an assassin and a ninja, this was not just a personal victory, but
a battle for national honor. Everyone was determined to win, but in any decisive battle, someone would always lose. No matter
how hard they trained, there was always a chance of being beheaded.

However, this year's battle ended in a draw; neither side claimed the other's head. The ten-year war
ended in a stalemate. This was an unexpected result. Zi Yi of the Chinese stealth school and Shinku Makuhari of the Japanese Iga
school, though both young, were hailed as once-in-a-millennium talents. Everyone considered this battle the battle
of the century , eagerly anticipating who would ultimately claim their heads.

Zi Yi returned to China and was diagnosed by a national-level physician as having permanent color blindness. He had been struck at close range by a female ninja's
illusion magic , causing the red in his eyes to disappear.

Another misfortune struck him: he also lost his sexual ability. Since the shock of that day, his
genitals had been unable to achieve an erection—a psychological disorder. Zi Yi wasn't overly emotional about this; as a warrior,
he could risk his life at any time—this was a trivial matter.

What pained him more was having to abandon his identity as an assassin, once more important than his own life.

"Zi Yi, you must leave China immediately, as far as you can," his master instructed.

In today's profit-driven world, the duel between assassins and ninjas was no longer simply a contest of martial arts,
but a huge gamble. The wealthy had placed enormous bets on Zi Yi; he hadn't won.
It was predictable that he would end up like the loser in a cricket fight, brutally used by its owner for venting their frustrations.

Zi Yi was doomed, and his death would be horrific.

"Leave? Where can I go? I'd rather die than leave my homeland." For Zi Yi, this
was more painful than death. As a warrior who took pride in being an assassin, he even considered ending
his own life. The one who spared his life was his teacher's wife, who had cared for him since childhood.

"Zi Yi, you must endure. Assassins are outdated these days. You've suffered so much over the years.
Promise your teacher's wife that from today onward, you will live your life properly."

His teacher's wife was more important to Zi Yi than his own mother. She taught him to be an assassin, and she also taught
him to be a man. His life belonged to his teacher's wife, and he would never disobey her.

"Teacher's wife, I'll listen to you, but where can I go?"

"Your master will arrange it for you. Go to a place where no one knows you, live an anonymous life, and live a normal life as someone else
. This is the best thing for you."

In the end, Zi Yi's master used his extensive connections to send Zi Yi to Japan. Japan. He had been
castrated by , and now he was to become Japanese. For Zi Yi, this was undoubtedly the most ridiculous irony.

But after promising his master's wife that he would live a good life, Zi Yi accepted the arrangement. Under his master's guidance, Zi Yi moved
to Japan to start a new life as Tang Jingguangling, a Japanese national returning to China.

Zi Yi went abroad, and at the age of thirteen, he began a completely new life. Fortunately, he was a strong boy, like
the cold wind on the Statue of Liberty; no matter how fierce, it could not blow him down. Through his unyielding efforts, he
successfully integrated into his new life, and ten years later, he achieved success as a financial whiz.

On his twenty-third birthday, having accumulated a certain amount of wealth, he decided to leave Japan. Although he did not hate
the country and had started his career there, the hatred he felt for the people of this country, which made him lose his manhood,
still prevented him from staying.

Because his master's wife had instructed him not to return to China, he chose Hong Kong, the
place closest to his motherland, but still another autonomous region. Zi Yi returned, back to a part of his hometown.

"Phew, it's still the most comfortable place for Chinese people." Zi Yi breathed in the air of his homeland. Although
living as a Japanese person was very unpleasant, he no longer had any complaints.

Time can change everything. The peaceful and talkative Tang Jingguangling of today
is a completely different person from the ruthless Ziyi of ten years ago. However, there is one thing that Ziyi has never been able to change: his ability to disguise himself.

During his time as an assassin, being revealed was no different from being killed. Assassins had killed countless people,
but were always prepared to be killed themselves. Never revealing one's true face was
a rule to be followed from the first day one embarked on this path.

Even his master's wife hadn't seen Zi Yi's true face since he was five. Only one person in the world had seen it
—the girl with the red glow in her eyes. He hadn't disguised himself that day because he didn't believe his opponent could
be spared. Seeing the face of his killer before being killed was a form of respect he considered a sign of respect.

How could he not have considered that the girl named Zhen Hong Mu Zhang could escape?

Ten years have passed. He wondered how she was doing now. Like him, she hadn't brought victory to the sect. Perhaps she had already
been dealt with? Everyone knew the Japanese were the most cold-blooded.

"Should we go for a walk at Higo Bridge sometime…?"

On some quiet, dark nights, Zi Yi would occasionally think of that girl. "

Hahaha

, this online game is so much fun!"

During the afternoon break in the financial market, a noisy voice made Zi Yi, who was currently working as a clerk, frown.
Who would be playing an online game in the stock exchange? Zi Yi, who initially didn't want to pay attention, couldn't stand the noise and reminded the girl sitting next to him,
"Excuse me, could you please keep your voice down?"

"What's it to you if I play online games?" the girl shouted in dissatisfaction, her voice even louder than before.
Zi Yi

couldn't help but reprimand her, " This is an office. Who plays online games
here? "

The girl
retorted . The girl made a face, "This is a Chinese place. As a Chinese person, I
can play online games wherever I want. If you Japanese devils aren't happy, you can go back to Japan."

"You!" Zi Yi's eyes widened, but he was helpless. Everyone knew this girl was the most unreasonable
person there, often disregarding others because of her large breasts.

Undeniably, a girl with large breasts has more human rights.

Zi Yi felt incredibly unlucky. Why did he have to run into this kind of girl? Besides her attitude, her name was also
a major reason for his displeasure: Zhang Lehong. For someone colorblind who couldn't see red, it was undoubtedly
a sarcastic name.

And knowing about someone's disability, this naturally mischievous girl showed no pity whatsoever. She discovered Zi Yi's
colorblindness by chance: "Hey, you Japanese devil, bring me that red notebook."

Zi Yi looked at the desk next to him; both notebooks appeared blue to him.

"This one, right?" Zi Yi left his luck to fate, only to be met with a torrent of abuse:
"I told you to get the red one! Are you colorblind?"

"Yes, I am colorblind." This was Zi Yi's way of revealing his secret in a fit of resentment. Le Hong
asked, somewhat incredulously, "Really? If I can't see red, what about pink or maroon?"

Zi Yi shook his head at both. Le Hong tentatively pulled up her shirt, revealing a pair of large breasts adorned with pink nipples,
and asked, "What color is this?"

"Light blue."

Le Hong pulled up the shirt of the girl next to her and asked again, "What color is this?"

"Dark brown."

"So you really can't see red." Le Hong clicked her tongue in amazement, realizing for the first time what colorblindness was like. Zi
Yi also realized for the first time that girls in the office didn't like wearing bras.

Just like in most novels, we'll
omit the formulaic plot of bickering lovers eventually becoming a couple, since you'll see the same storyline in every TV series.

Zi Yi and Le Hong fell in love; love was such a beautiful thing. But before confirming
whether willing to be his girlfriend, Zi Yi still confessed everything to the one he loved.

"I don't know how to tell you, but I'm actually impotent."

"What's impotence?"

"It means... my penis can't get erect."

Le Hong clapped her hands in sudden realization: "No wonder you didn't
react when those girls like Jia Li and Zi Ying threw themselves at you, you're useless."

As a successful financial talent, Zi Yi was popular with many women, and Le Hong finally understood why
the boy had always kept them at arm's length. Zi Yi knew that most girls wouldn't accept their boyfriend being impotent, but he
really didn't want to deceive Le Hong and waste her time.

Actually, during this period, Zi Yi had thought about overcoming his mental block, but it turned out that in addition to impotence, color blindness was
also a bigger obstacle to his sexual desire than he had imagined. A dark vulva certainly wouldn't arouse a man's appetite, so how could a pinkish-blue vulva
get him an erection?

Le Hong thought for a moment and told her boyfriend her secret: "Actually, I also have something to hide from you, I'm...
a woman with impotence."

"What's a woman with impotence?"

"It means... my vagina can't be penetrated."

Le Hong said that she had been sexually assaulted as a child, and the trauma of her childhood made her unable to do what women are supposed to do.

"I went to the hospital for a checkup, and they said it was psychological factors causing my vaginal muscles to tighten and creating resistance," Le
Hong cried. "Would you mind? Dating a girl who can't fulfill her duties as a girlfriend."

"Silly boy, if I minded hearing about your unfortunate past, would I still be a man? Besides, I'm impotent;
I don't need these things at all."

Le Hong wiped away her tears with a bittersweet smile. "Yes, so aren't we a perfect match? That's wonderful,
wonderful ..."

The clever you who's here has probably already guessed that Zhang Le Hong is the same
person who fought Zi Yi to the death, Zhen Hong Mu Zhang. Like Zi Yi, she too was hiding in this Chinese territory under
a new identity to escape persecution.

"Zhen Hong, you must leave Japan immediately, as far as you can." These were
the words of her master's wife to Zhen Hong Mu Zhang. In today's utilitarian world, the duel between ninjas and assassins is no longer simply a contest of martial arts,
but also a huge gamble. The wealthy bettors placed huge sums on the girl, but she failed to win.
Predictably, she would end up like the loser in a cricket fight, brutally used by its owner for venting their frustrations.

Shinku Makuhari was doomed, and would die a horrible, horrible death.

"Leave? Where can I go? I'd rather die than leave my homeland." For Shinku Makuhari...
This was more painful than death for her. As a warrior who took pride in being a ninja, she even considered
ending her own life. The one who spared her life was her master, who had cared for her since childhood.

"Shinku, you must endure. Being a ninja is outdated today. You've suffered so much over the years.
Promise your master, from today onward, live your life well."

To Shinku Makuhari, her master was more important than her father. He taught her to be a ninja, and he also
taught her to be a woman. Her life belonged to her master, and she would never disobey him.

"Master, I'll listen to you, but where can I go?"

"Your master's wife will arrange it for you. Go somewhere no one knows you,
live an anonymous life, and be a normal person. This is the best thing for you."

Ultimately, Shinku Makuhari's master's wife used her extensive connections to send her to Hong Kong, Chinese territory. It was China. She
had been raped by a Chinese man, and now she was to become Chinese. For Shinku Makuhari, this was undoubtedly the most
ridiculous irony.

But after promising her master she would live a good life, Makuhari Makuhari accepted. Under her master's wife's arrangement, she moved to
Hong Kong to start a new life as Zhang Lehong, a returned overseas Chinese.

We won't delve too deeply into why the two met in the vast sea of people; after all, this is
a free post, and the author won't receive any reward for detailed descriptions, not even
a coveted Hashimoto Kanna photobook from dear readers. So many things are best left unexamined.

"Why don't we get married?" On a moonlit night, like most
men , Zi Yi blurted out impulsive words.

"Yes!" Like most women who spend most of their lives waiting to hear those words, Lehong immediately
nodded.

Zi Yi and Lehong married, and this sexless couple lived a happy and fulfilling life. However, like most
men who never know their wives' true identities until their death, Zhang Lehong had another secret that Zi
Yi didn't know: disguise.

For a Japanese ninja, being revealed of her true face was no different from being killed. Ninjas had killed countless people and were always prepared to be killed themselves. Never revealing her true face was a rule that
Makuhari Shinku had to follow from the first day she embarked on this path . Even her master, who personally taught her the Yin-locking technique, hadn't seen Makuhari Shinku's true face . Only one person in the world had seen it: the boy who had insulted her. She hadn't disguised herself that day because Makuhari Shinku hadn't considered that she, a noble person from the Land of the Rising Sun, would lose to a lowly Chinese man. Letting her opponent know the true face of her killer before she was killed was, in her opinion, a form of respect. Not only her face, but even her enormous breasts were fake. "Honey, I'm going to take a shower." "Okay, I'll read a novel for a while." Ziyi and Lehong were a couple, but they had never seen each other naked. Every man wants to display his masculine prowess in front of his lover, and no one wants their wife to see their limp penis, especially since Zi Yi's is merely a tool for urination, never capable of achieving an erection. The reason Le Hong never lets her husband see her naked body is because of her fake breasts. No matter how realistic or bouncy they are, fake breasts are still fake breasts. The feel of the skin and the temperature of human body heat cannot be imitated; a single rub in the hand immediately reveals the truth. Fortunately, Zi Yi isn't a fan of large breasts. Ever since he saw the slightly protruding breasts on the female ninja , he's convinced that this subtle curve is the most beautiful aspect of the female body. He loves his wife, but undeniably, Zhang Le Hong's large breasts are not his cup of tea. He knows it's wrong to do this to his wife, but he simply can't muster the desire to even touch them. "I'm going to sleep now, don't stay up too late." "Okay, goodnight." Ziyi lived as a Japanese man, and like most Japanese families, he and his wife slept in separate rooms. They had never even tried sleeping together in each other's arms; spiritual communion was far superior to sexual intercourse. The honeymoon was a time of happiness, and after the bloodshed, they had finally found a stable life. However, the warrior spirit they had carried since childhood hadn't subsided with the peace. On certain moonlit nights, Ziyi and Lehong would still reminisce about those extraordinary days. "Honey, I'm going to play mahjong with my girlfriends tonight, I'll be back a little late." "Okay, win as much as you can." Receiving his wife's late call that day, Ziyi felt a tightness in his chest. He pulled back the wooden board from under the bed, revealing a secret even his closest partner didn't know: an assassin's invisibility cloak. This outfit, which had accompanied him through countless life-and-death situations and been preserved for ten years, also needed . Zi Yi let out a soft breath, deciding to indulge himself for a moment. He pulled back the human skin mask from his ear, revealing his true face, a face even his wife never dared to see. Donning the assassin's invisibility cloak, Zi Yi had grown taller in ten years, but his physique remained largely unchanged, still fitting . He smiled contentedly at himself in the mirror. "Still got it," he thought, "this is what it means." He exhaled again and leaped out the window. Ten years—how long had it been since he felt this relaxed? This was the real him ! For a stable life, for the people he loved, he had chosen to escape the life he should have lived. This was the real Zi Yi! In an instant, he leaped from the building's wall to the rooftop. Nothing had changed; the name of the Flying Assassin remained unchanged. Flying, Zi Yi was flying—the feeling was wonderful. But the moment he reached the top floor, he froze . In this place, at this time, there was a visitor. The figure and color standing on the television antenna were unforgettable . "It's you…" What surprised Zi Yi even more was the purplish-red color on the other person's clothes. Even now, having become colorblind , he could see red. The female ninja's eyes widened in surprise. She wasn't waiting for anyone here; in fact, the blood of a warrior flowed through her veins even more strongly than Zi Yi's. Before today, she had repeatedly reverted to her ninja form to vent her hidden grievances . To run into her here—was this some kind of…destiny? Of course, no one would tell them that it was simply because they lived in the same building. "Good day," Makuhari greeted her with the usual Yamato Nadeshiko etiquette, and Zi Yi returned the courtesy with a similarly polite response: "Good evening."

The reasons for their battle ten years ago are long gone, but the two pairs of eyes still glare at each other
with a death-or-death resentment.

"You who raped my man!"

"You who castrated my woman!"

Zi Yi recounts the battle of years past, speaking in Chinese, "I never imagined that Japanese ninjas would so easily abandon their
dignity as warriors."

Makuhari Shinku replies in Japanese, "Dignity means nothing to a ninja. For the sake of my goal, I can give up
everything . According to ninja rules, in a decisive battle, the entire clan bears responsibility; my master and fellow disciples
must commit seppuku together. As long as I live, I will bear all the responsibility."

"I see. You're enduring humiliation," Zi Yi says casually.

Undoubtedly, this night must end with the death of one side. Makuhari Shinku
continued , "Where...do you wish to be buried?"

Ziyi shrugged, answering in Chinese with an air of nonchalance, "Victoria Harbour, the scenery there is nice.

What about you, or perhaps Higobashi in Osaka?" Makuhari

Shinku shook her head, her tone calm, "I'm married now, this is my home, just like yours
, Victoria Harbour. Tie your hair back, don't cut it above the neck, and if possible, please try not to mess up your bangs
, I just got them permed yesterday, that hair salon was a bit expensive."

"I understand, girls are all more concerned about their appearance."

"I apologize for this unreasonable request, but please understand because I have a husband."

"That's true, no one wants their wife to have scars on her head. Shall we begin?"

"Yes, nice to meet you." " Thank you

for your consideration."

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" After a few pleasantries, the two people, who hadn't seen each other for ten years, leaped up simultaneously. One was a Chinese assassin,
the other a Japanese ninja. Was this a small-scale Sino-Japanese war? Or just a personal
grudge ?

The clanging of swords clashed. Ten years had passed, and their reunion felt like entering two different worlds.
Zi Yi, who had once won overwhelmingly, was now at a disadvantage from the start. This was because ten years of peaceful life had led to a lack of training, making him
incomparable to his days of slaughter. Conversely, Zhen Hong Mu Zhang, though also living in anonymity, maintained her peak condition due to
the resentment .

Everyone knows that women tend to hold grudges.

"Ah!" Zi Yi lost. After only a few exchanges, the sharp edge of a ninja sword was already at his neck.
He was somewhat surprised, but he didn't regret accepting the challenge. Dying by his opponent's blade was still a glorious end for every warrior.

"You're more formidable than I thought." Zi Yi was a man who readily acknowledged his opponent's strength, while Zhen Hong
Mu Zhang was a girl who readily accepted praise. "Thank you, you're worse than I thought."

"Then, cut it off." Zi Yi braced himself for having his throat slit, but Zhen Hong Mu Zhang, who had squatted down,
unzipped his pants. She was going to cut off something else: "I want to personally cut off that thing that insulted me, only then can I
vent my anger!"

Zhen Hong Mu Zhang wanted to castrate the man who had humiliated her for ten years, but when he roughly pulled down his pants and saw that
erect penis, the girl froze. She had once learned the art of genital lock from her master and had also been raped,
but at that time she hadn't yet entered puberty and didn't know how to feel affection for men. In her eyes, a man's
penis was merely a tool to increase her chances of winning when necessary using the genital lock technique, completely devoid of any lust.

But at this moment, this organ, which even her husband had never shown her, sent a strange
shock through Zhen Hong Muzhang, as if she were seeing a man for the first time today.

At the same time, a surge of liquid, like a raging tide, flowed deep within her, a sensation she had never felt before,
constantly pounding against her closed opening. She touched it—it was wet! Incredibly wet. Good heavens, when did it turn into
a pond?

Similarly, she wasn't the only one in disbelief. Just as Zi Yi was about to admit he had been rendered
impotent , he too was shocked by his first erection in ten years, and one that was harder than ever before. He
realized this feeling had been there since the start of the fight; he hadn't even noticed his penis had been in
a state of .

The two stared at each other in stunned silence for a moment, their focus fixed on the erect, thick member. Zhen Hong Muzhang
swallowed hard, deciding to avenge herself in the most brutal way possible!

"The humiliation you inflicted on me ten years ago, I will repay a hundredfold today!" A
burning . She was determined to make that very penis, which had humiliated her for ten years, suffer the same humiliation today.

Shinku Makuhari pulled down her pants, exposing her hairless, tender vulva. She felt a little nervous, unsure if
she could do it. Squatting between Zi Yi's legs, without much thought, she gritted her teeth, grasped his hard member, and sat down. Her vulva
opened wide, and he smoothly penetrated deep inside.

"Plop!"

Oh, what is this? This feeling? Isn't it… too strange?

It wasn't just the female ninja who had only been penetrated once who experienced this unusual pleasure; even Zi Yi, who hadn't been active for ten years,
felt the same way. Back then, his penis, not yet fully developed, was incomparable in length and girth to what it was today.

So narrow! So tight! So comfortable! Sex, which she once thought was unnecessary as long as there was love, was actually so
wonderful.

As a ruthless ninja, Makuhari Shinku managed to remain calm even in such a moment of shock.
With the utmost patience, she didn't let her opponent see her loss of composure, and forced a smile, saying, "How is it? Do you
feel humiliated, like you'd rather be dead?"

Zi Yi was so comfortable that he couldn't even describe it. Worse than dead? I think it was more like being in ecstasy.

"Hey, you should feel the pain I felt back then, right? The pain of being humiliated by the enemy!"

Shinku Makuhari's mouth hardened, but with the penis penetrating her vagina, she was already completely limp,
unsure what to do and afraid to move. Ziyi, feeling comfortable being wrapped up, instinctively wanted the pleasure of thrusting,
urging impatiently, "We can talk about that later, let's continue."

The female ninja looked innocent and pitiful, saying, "I? I don't know how."

"Don't know? Haven't you done this before?"

"Only once, when you, you bad guy, bullied me!"

"Don't you have a husband?"

"My husband is more obedient!"

"Okay, now's not the time to study this, try moving."

"W-how do I move?"

"Just lift your butt."

"Like this? Oh, this feels so strange..."

"It's strange, but it feels good, right?"

Shinku Makuhari nodded, his face flushed. "It does feel a bit good..." "

Then keep moving, lift up three times and then lower down once, it feels even better."

"Is that so? Oh, really!"

"Really what?"

"It feels so good..."

"Then move faster, it feels even better."

"Mmm!"

Shinku Makuhari frantically moved his buttocks up and down, the continuous pleasure making him unable to stop, and the sensitivity of his penis,
which had not was beyond Zi Yi's imagination. The female ninja moved very fiercely, and he soon
felt like he was about to ejaculate.

"Don't, don't move so fast, you can't hold back."

"No... I'm feeling good... Stop... I can't stop..."

"I'm going to cum, ugh! Ugh! I'm cumming!" "

What are you doing? Who told you to cum inside me? My husband has never cummed inside me! You're so mean!"

"I'm sorry..."

Pulling out the penis, a gush of white fluid overflowed from the crack. The female ninja was so ashamed she wanted to die. She hurriedly wiped it clean and
picked up her ninja sword again to cut off the other's head. But seeing the penis that made her feel good, she was still a little reluctant.
A warrior always has his own dignity: "Okay, you must have been rusty for a long time. It's not honorable for me to win like this. I'll give
you a week to train well, and then we'll have a final battle!"

Zi Yi was shocked: "A whole week?"

Zhen Hong Mu Zhang also felt that the time was a bit long. She covered her cheeks with her hands and asked: "Then, how about tomorrow?"

"Okay, of course!" Zi Yi swallowed his saliva as he looked at the female ninja's pink vulva.

"Then I'll take my leave. Please get some rest."

"Sweet dreams. Tomorrow, it'll be either you or me."

Zhen Hong Mu Zhang pulled up his pants, put the ninja sword back in its place, bowed to Zi Yi, and vanished.

Zi Yi breathed a sigh of relief, unable to believe what had happened tonight. He had actually run into her again, and he could even see red, and
an erection !

Yes, not just red, but even the pink of her vulva was clearly visible.

Zi Yi quickly flew back to his home through the wall, put on the human skin mask before his wife returned, and put the assassin's
invisibility cloak back in its place.

Le Hong, who had been playing mahjong outside, soon returned as well. Her fake breasts and the pubic hair that an adult should have were
well .

"Honey, I'm back."

"How did the game go? Did you win any money?"

"I won, a great victory! I beat three other players, and even bought some sweet soup."

"That's great! We're in for a treat tonight!"

The assassin and ninja's disguises were perfect; even their most difficult change of voice was flawless.

No one recognized that the other was their worthy opponent from their previous life-or-death battle.

It was an unexpected night. The long-lost erection and lubrication gave Ziyi and Lehong a glimmer of hope that they might
regain their manhood and womanhood. While showering, he tried to tease his penis, hoping
to regain his former vigor, but it remained as listless as ever, like a powerless rope. She, too, tried to caress her vulva
, hoping to reopen her flower path, but it too remained locked, like a
stone wall .

It was a demon within; it seemed that without completely eliminating that person, they couldn't escape their inner demons. They shared
the same thought.

"Wow, it's melon sago pudding! Honey, you really know my taste."

"Of course I know, I married you. Let's go over to the sofa and eat while watching TV; it's
the finale ."

"Yes, we definitely won't miss it."

Just like every night, Ziyi and Lehong were always sweet and warm. Seeing their loving partners and remembering
what they had done to others, both felt ashamed. They resolved to resolve the matter tomorrow
and treat their loved ones well forever, never to return to their bloody past.

Once upon a time, Ziyi had considered confessing everything to Lehong, but realized it was impossible.

This little girl was the kind of woman who wouldn't even kill an ant; she would
never . "I love Lehong, and for her, I am willing to forever wear a mask to protect the one I love most.

" Similarly, Zhenhong Muzhang had considered confessing everything to Tang Jingguangling, but realized it was
impossible . This young man was the kind of good man who wouldn't even step on a cockroach;
he would never accept knowing his hands were covered in blood. "I love Guangling, and for him, I am willing to forever wear a mask to protect the one I love most
."

"Honey, Carrie and the others said they want revenge, and they've invited me to play mahjong again tonight."

"Go ahead, it's more fun when there's a back-and-forth."

"Okay, I'm going then."

"Win more."

After his wife left, Zi Yi's blood began to boil. The smell of her vagina… no! It was the stench of blood that made him unable to calm down.

'I'm sorry, Le Hong, I promise you this is the last night.'

With a death-defying resolve, Zi Yi knew he still wouldn't win against his opponent today, but as a
man of his word, he decided to fight. He

changed into his invisibility cloak and eagerly jumped to the top floor. The female ninja was already waiting.

"Good day."

"Good evening."

"Are you confident today?"

"It's hard to say."

"You've become humble."

"Time makes people mature."

"Then please guide me tonight as well."

"Thank you for your consideration, and please give my regards to my family."

After yesterday's defeat, Zi Yi learned his lesson. He knew that it was impossible to regain his former
fighting strength . He used a scheme: flying!

"Whoosh!"

Seeing the assassin riding on clouds, the female ninja looked up and laughed, "I've finally witnessed Chinese lightness skill today."

With a pull, a kite shaped like a canvas unfurled from her back. Shinra Mujou chased after her. Zi Yi
smiled . What kind of ninjutsu relies on tools? The sky is my world! Let's see the flying master's skills!

Zi Yi was so confident because he had come prepared. Before coming up, he had checked the weather forecast
: northeasterly winds, cloudy skies, and occasional light showers. This kind of weather was unsuitable for flying kites, and knowing
the wind direction made it impossible for his opponent to hide. Sure enough, he timed the wind perfectly, and with a swift strike of his sword, the canvas was instantly torn open, and
the female ninja plummeted from the height: "Ah!"

Zi Yi, anticipating this, flew over and caught her. Zhen Hong Mu Zhang stubbornly turned her head to the other side,
gritting her teeth and saying, "I lost. Kill me if you want! But promise to tie my hair up."

Zi Yi fairly said, "I won by taking advantage of the weather, which is not honorable. Let's just let it go after this humiliation."

"Okay!"

The two returned to the rooftop and eagerly stripped each other naked, including their hoods. This was the first time
in they had revealed their true faces to others. Looking at Zhen Hong Mu Zhang's captivating face, Zi Yi murmured, "What
a beautiful face!"

Zi Yi deeply loved Le Hong, but undeniably, this pure face was the perfect goddess in his heart.

"You too? Very pretty?" Zhen Hong Mu Zhang lowered her head shyly. She knew she deeply loved Guang Ling, but without a doubt,
this was the kind of woman she preferred.

Following his gaze down her shoulder, Zi Yi saw the two pink nipples on her small breasts again after many years, and was almost moved
to tears: "Pink nipples are prettier."

Zhen Hong Mu Zhang asked curiously, "Is your wife very dark-skinned?"

Zi Yi didn't want to reveal the embarrassing fact that she had made him colorblind years ago, so he casually brushed it off: "Don't mention your wife when you're holding another woman,
okay?"

"Petty!" Zhen Hong Mu Zhang stuck out her tongue in dissatisfaction.

That day, Zhen Hong Mu Zhang escaped using illusion magic, but that was actually the only time she used the Crimson Flash. This ultimate
technique was a female ninja's final strike, usable only once in a lifetime. It was used to
destroy the enemy's retinas with an extremely bright light while their genitals were locked by the Yin-Locking Technique. At that time, Zhen Hong Mu Zhang thought
she , but little did she know it wasn't entirely ineffective; she just didn't know that Zi Yi
had become colorblind because of her.

Zhen Hong Mu Zhang didn't hold back, caressing the hard male member. So thick? So long? This is a real man. I'm sorry, Guang
Ling, I love you, but you really can't give me this.

"I can't wait any longer, shall we get started? Zhen Hong?"

"So, shall you be on top today, or shall I be on top?"

"How about we try both?"

"Aren't you being a little greedy?"

"Don't you want to?"

"I do!"

Zi Yi finally understood the reason he had lost his sexual ability: blood! The blood of slaughter made him
excited , but when he couldn't even see the color of blood, how could he be excited?

Of course, not being able to see the tender nipples and the pink of the vulva was also a key point.

Losing the red color was equivalent to losing his identity as a man. Only this Zhen Hong Mu Zhang could make me know that
I was a man.

"Roar! Roar! Roar roar!"

Zi Yi was running wildly, recklessly seeking back his male dignity inside Zhen Hong Mu Zhang's vulva. Having learned from yesterday's experience,
his stamina was much stronger this day. He thrust and pounded with great force, even bringing the girl to orgasm: "Ah? Ah?

Ah? Slower? Slower... This feels so strange... It feels like... I'm about to pee..."

It was the first time Zi Yi had seen a girl like this, and he remembered his teacher's wife's admonition: "If you're really enjoying it, you'll produce a lot of fluid, and
sometimes you'll even squirt."

Of course, he wouldn't stop, thrusting wildly dozens of times. Poor Zhen Hong had never experienced anything like this before and thought she
was still incontinent at her age: "No, I'll pee, I really will pee! Ah! Ahhh!"

Zhen Hong orgasmed, and Zi Yi, seeing her cute and innocent expression, also ejaculated. They made love twice that day
, returning home satisfied, and even agreed to have another showdown the next day.

"Ah! Ah! So good! Harder! Push it all the way in!"

"Look at you, you said you were ashamed yesterday, and today you want me to push harder! You little slut!"

Zi Yi loved touching Zhen Hong Mu Zhang's breasts. Those seemingly only slightly protruding breasts actually had
a certain feel to them, soft, smooth, and tenderly cute, making them irresistible. Zhen Hong Mu Zhang also loved it when the assassin touched her
breasts. She had always been self-conscious about her underdeveloped breasts and even had to buy fake breasts to cover them up, but it turned out that men
liked them . In addition, after being hidden by fake breasts for a long time, even her nipples were exceptionally sensitive, like freshly peeled buds.

"So tempting, such a pair of breasts are so delicate."

"I feel so good too? I didn't know that giving breasts to someone was so wonderful. Zi Yi, can you let me kiss them a little longer?"

The pleasure of making love was like discovering a new continent for the two of them, and they did it every day without getting tired of it. After a week
of daily thrusting and penetration, man on top, they had become quite close. Afterwards, they weren't in a rush
to go home , but would lie on their clothes, snuggling and chatting. Zhen Hong Mu Zhang, pressed against Zi Yi's chest, asked, "Tell me?
Does this count as having an affair?"

Zi Yi didn't make excuses, saying, "Having sex with someone other than your husband or wife, of course it counts as having an affair."

Zhen Hong Mu Zhang covered her face guiltily, saying, "I'm so guilty. My husband is so good to me, and I'm having an affair."

"I'm also very sorry to my wife," Zi Yi shook his head in repentance.

"Let's not see each other anymore," Zhen Hong Mu Zhang suggested.

"Okay, let's do it one more time, then go our separate ways and never see each other again!" Zi Yi agreed.

But the temptation of sex is like the most delicious candy; once you've tasted it, it's hard to forget. Their
separation only lasted two days. The two lovesick lovers, like long-lost friends, became even more entangled. They
rolled and twirled on the rooftop, kissing endlessly, their juices flowing everywhere.

"I miss you so much!"

"Me too! How many times tonight?"

"We'll do it as many times as you get hard!"

When they knew they couldn't separate, they even made excuses for each other. My husband is impotent, and stimulating him
would only hurt our relationship, so it's better to find a way out ourselves.

As warriors who are constantly improving their abilities, assassins and ninjas are still willing to challenge themselves.

"I saw in a women's magazine that you can eat a penis."

"I also saw in a car magazine that you can lick a vagina with your tongue, let's try it together?"

"Yeah! I want to be on top!"

Of course, to save face for their partners, the two of them did not reveal
the secret .

"Is your husband good?"

"Good! Much better than you!"

"So good, yet you still cheat?"

"Mind your own business. Can't I just be naturally promiscuous? Don't just talk about me, what about your wife?"

"My wife is much better than you, huge breasts, thick pubic hair, and a strong sex drive!"

"Then why are you still seeing other women?"

"Men are all lustful, aren't they!"

This went on for half a year. After one particularly promiscuous encounter, Zhenhong said worriedly, "Ziyi, I'm so..."
"Like...pregnant..."

Men are most afraid of hearing mistresses say such things, and Ziyi instinctively wanted to shirk responsibility: "No way, is it your husband
's?"

"I don't know...anything is possible..." Zhenhong always guarded her husband's secret of impotence, and did not say that
they had never slept together.

"That's good, congratulations."

"Just congratulations? What if it's yours?"

"Then let your husband support you, anyway he won't know."

"Aren't you being vulgar!"

"By the way, if you're pregnant, you can ejaculate inside me, let's do it again."

"You've always ejaculated inside me, okay?"

The truth will eventually come out, and Zhenhong knew that her lover would not take responsibility, so she had to find a way herself. One day,
she found an opportunity to say to her husband: "Honey, I want a...baby."

"Baby? But we..."

"I know, but Mom has been asking a lot lately, and if I don't get pregnant soon, everyone will be suspicious."

As a Japanese ninja who was adopted at a young age, Zhenhong Makuhari certainly did not have a Chinese mother, but in order
not to arouse Ziyi's suspicion, she found a former colleague's mother to act as her mother. Occasionally, she would visit her parents' home with her husband
and give them some money for household expenses. The actress, who received income without doing anything, was happy to take on minor roles.

"Yeah, is there any other way?" "

Hmm, Ziying said last time that some hospitals offer artificial insemination. Why don't we try it?"

"Great idea. I also want to be a dad. Shall I go with you to ask the doctor tomorrow?"

"I... I can go by myself. You're busy with work. After we have a baby, the father's responsibility will be greater
. You'll have to work hard."

"Yeah, I will work hard. As for being a dad, what name do you want?"

"I've thought about it. If it's a boy, I'll name him Sumitomo. If it's a girl, I'll name her Ruihui. How about that?"

"Why are they all bank names?" "

I'm just going along with you. Guangling sounds like Mitsubishi Bank. I hope the child will earn
a lot of money like her father."

"You've been married to me for a year, and you've finally become as greedy as me."

"I learned it from you!"

Having tricked her husband into being a stepfather, Lehong felt a huge weight lifted from her shoulders. And after Zhenhong stopped asking him to take responsibility for
the illegitimate child in her belly, Ziyi also felt much more relaxed.

Zi Yi had no doubts about his wife and mistress becoming pregnant almost simultaneously. For an
assassin who teetered on the edge of life and death every day, their lives were long ago entrusted to fate. A firm believer in destiny, he thought this was Heaven's
will , and it was only natural that those who loved him would flock to him.

Just as both of his beloved women's names contained the character "red,"
it was Heaven's way of compensating for his inability to see the color red—a divine arrangement. Like changing one's name to include the water radical if lacking water in the Five Elements theory,
or adding the fire radical if lacking fire, this was the wisdom of the Chinese people for five thousand years.

As for Le Hong, she didn't even know Zi Yi's wife was pregnant. What man would tell his mistress that his
wife was heavily pregnant, allowing her to swindle him out of a fortune?

Six months later, Le Hong's belly was quite large, making it unsuitable for flying around on the rooftop, and Zi Yi
had no interest in sleeping with a pregnant woman. So, they decided to take a six-month maternity leave.

"Can't we just meet instead of having sex?" Zhenhong said indignantly. Ziyi retorted, "Why take
such a risk ? We're both adults, and you'll soon have children. Wouldn't it be better to focus on taking care of them?

" "You clearly only want to have sex with me!"

"Sigh, even at a time like this, you still don't trust me?"

When a man is heartless, a woman is helpless. Plus, Lehong felt quite guilty for cheating on her husband every day,
so she could only swallow her anger and focus on her pregnancy to continue the Tang Jing family line.

Four months later, the children were born—twins, both girls. Following his original
plan , Ziyi named them Ruihui and Meidou, the same in Japanese but different in Chinese characters, both cute and delicate names.

During her confinement period, Lehong planned not to see Ziyi again. This heartless man didn't even want to take responsibility for his own
flesh and blood . But then she thought of her husband's thick, long penis... oh dear, why am I getting wet again?

Two months later, the incision site had completely healed. Oh no! The female ninja reappeared, the assassin already
waiting on the rooftop.

"Has the baby been born? What's the name?"

"Never mind that, you heartless man!" Shuriken, chains, and ninja swords flew out at once, venting six months of resentment on
her opponent. But a woman's physical strength after childbirth is nothing compared to her teenage years. Today, Shinku Makuhari
could n't even defeat her former rival in half a move.

"Come on, let me see if your waist has gotten thicker."

"Let go! You scoundrel!"

"Haha, women love bad boys, want to be bad to the end?"

"Yes!"

What surprised Shinku the most was that her libido after childbirth was stronger than when she was a woman. People said that having
children would cause frigidity, that's all a lie.

"Haha, so much milk even without breasts? Come on, give Yi-ge some milk."

"No, this is for the children!"

From beginning to end, Shinku Makuhari never told Zi Yi that she had given birth to twins, not even mentioning their names.
Aside from her resentment over the man's irresponsibility, she also felt a deep-seated hatred
for the hatred of the previous generation to affect the next. For Le Hong, a mother,
the simple wish was for her daughter to live a peaceful life as a bank president.

As for Zi Yi, he certainly wouldn't bring up the possibility of a child he fathered; he already had two
to raise and didn't want any complications.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. Ruihui and Meidou blossomed into
beautiful young women. Before their periods, their biggest question was: why did their mother often play mahjong,
and why did their father go to the shade every day?

Finally, one day, they couldn't resist and each of them followed one of their parents, hanging from their tails to see
what they were up to. As descendants of warriors, the two sisters were quite skilled, managing to jump around on the exterior walls of a building
without being discovered. They figured they could put their parents to the test during a family dispute.

However, they discovered their parents' shocking secret: they were a perverted couple who loved role-playing!

"Big sister, what is role-playing?" Meidou, still rather innocent, was explained by Ruihui: "It's
pretending to be someone else. I think I heard Dad pretending to be an assassin and Mom pretending to be a ninja."

"I get it, so it's like when we use magic wands to pretend to be magical girls?"

"Something like that."

"Haha, I didn't expect even adults like to play like that."

"And remember, never tell them we saw what they were doing on the rooftop." Mizuho blushed
and warned , the ten-year-old girl already knowing what it was, while her younger sister was quite innocent: "It's wrestling, right?"

"Actually, it's not wrestling. Oh, I'm not telling you anymore, you'll understand in a while."

"Understand what? Did you tell me, older sister?"

"I'm not telling you anymore, go watch TV."

"What was it? Tell me, tell me."

Another thing Mizuho was too embarrassed to tell her sister was that her mother's large breasts were actually fake. At only ten years old,
she was already planning that if she unfortunately inherited her mother's small breasts in the future, she would have to get two pairs of fake breasts herself. Everyone knows that
a woman 's breast size determines her life. Your breast size determines your life.

That night, Flying Master and Crimson Makuhari fought again on the rooftop. The disguise techniques of the Chinese stealth assassin and the Japanese
Iga ninja were exquisite and profound, and they would never let the other side see through them.

"Ah! Ah! So thick! Harder! Inside too!"

"Huff! Huff! How come you're still so tight after having a child?"

"I know the art of locking the vagina, as tight as I want! As tight as I want!"

"No wonder! You're still like a virgin after ten years of fucking!"

"If you're good to fuck, fuck me harder! Ah! Ah! So comfortable! Thrust deeper!"

In the end, Zi Yi's colorblindness was not cured. He could only see red on the female ninja's body, and he could only get an erection with her.

And Zhen Hong Mu Zhang stopped using illusion magic. Recently, she was more interested in studying the art of controlling women with her lover.

"You little slut! I'll fuck you to death! Is that enough?!"

"I'm a slut! Harder! Deeper! Husband! Husband!"

"Haha, I'm the husband, what's that one in your house?"

"You're the big husband, he's the little husband, the cuckolded husband whose wife is having sex with someone else!"

"I knew he was a good-for-nothing, how could my wife let me play with her for ten years and still not be able to leave my cock?"

"I can't leave? Zhenhong loves Brother Yi's big cock the most, would you be willing to fuck her for another ten years? Huh?
Huh? Harder? Is it itchy inside? Do you want it inside too?"

"Are you that thirsty? I'll fuck your little rotten cunt to pieces! I'll fuck you to death, you big slut!"

How long will this family affair continue? Nobody knows, we only know that the weather outside
is very nice , and the Tang Jing family is also very peaceful today. "

Sister

, why don't we tell Mom and Dad that their role-playing is actually a bit boring?"

"Shu! Please don't! Look how much fun they're having! What if they get angry and won't buy us toys?"

"Yeah, but at least they wear clothes when they wrestle, right?"

"They say this isn't wrestling."

"Then what is it? You still haven't told me."

"Let's not talk about that. They'll be done soon. Let's go home and watch TV."

"You're always like this! Just tell me already, please, tell me, sister!"

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