【A Love Sin】(04-05) Author: didifahill

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Chapter 4

June, Showa 12, Xinjing.

I was idly cleaning my pistol in my office. These past two months had been too quiet, just routine, unimportant
tasks. The entire Second Staff Section had fallen silent. It seemed as if the enemy spies had stopped all activity. "This is not
normal , not normal at all," I muttered to myself. Indeed, intelligence work seemed to have come
to a standstill in these two months. There were no cases or major operations. Even the field agents who hadn't been seen for years
had gradually returned to work. Although the Special Higher Police were still busy, the current peace was definitely not their doing.
On the other hand, the First Staff Section was extremely busy. The newly arrived operations staff officer, Ishihara Kanji, was nowhere to be seen.
It was harder to see him than to see Commander Ueda Kenkichi. "There's definitely going to be a war!" I concluded.

"Ring ring..." The phone on the table rang. I put down my gun and picked up the receiver. "Is this Lieutenant Colonel Harukawa?"

"Yes, how can I help you?" I answered casually. "Hello, this is Commander Ueda's office.
General Ueda wants to see you soon." The call ended before I could reply. I quickly put away my pistol, went to
the dressing mirror in the break room to tidy my uniform, put on my hat, and went out. The commander's office and the Second Staff Section were not in the same
building ; it would take seven or eight minutes to walk there. As I walked, I wondered what might happen, but I couldn't figure it out.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Masako Tojo at the entrance to the commander's office. She seemed to have arrived before me and
was probably also waiting to be received by the commander. "A big operation? But normally the intelligence section and the special higher command
keep to themselves , and besides, it doesn't require the commander to give the order personally!" I muttered to myself,
and walked towards Masako with a big smile. "Mrs. Tojo, it's been a long time. You're even more beautiful now! You're more and more charming the more I look at you!"

"You're joking. I'm getting older and older. I can't compare to your dashing charm." Masako
extended her hand for me to shake and then pulled it away. But as she pulled it away, her little fingernail intentionally or unintentionally scratched my palm
. "This slut, I just satisfied her last week and she's horny again!" I thought to myself. At this moment, the secretary came out and told
us to go in together.

It turned out that the corruption case of Unit 659 of the Kwantung Army had attracted attention in Japan. Due to
the long-standing discord between the Ministry of the Army and the Ministry of the Navy, the matter caused a great
uproar Commander Ueda, who had only recently taken office, was also put in a very passive position. Therefore, he ordered a thorough investigation into the matter and specifically
asked the Special Higher Police Section, which was under the jurisdiction of the Metropolitan Police Department, and the Kwantung Army to conduct a joint investigation to ensure fairness. Masako Tojo represented
the Special Higher
Police Section, while I was the candidate jointly appointed by Chief Medical Officer Sadakichi Kajii and Manager Kumataro Suzuki to represent the Kwantung Army. Ueda was very curious as to why two senior professional officers would recommend an intelligence
officer who came from the military police, and so this scene came about.

We departed that afternoon after receiving the mission. I was the team leader for this investigation, with Masako Tojo as my
deputy . We also had specialists drawn from the military medical department and the logistics department. The military operation
was fully supported by the Harbin Military Police and the police station. Since we were representing headquarters, our group of seven
flew directly from the military airport in the eastern suburbs of Changchun to Harbin on a special plane.

A little over an hour later, the plane landed at a small airport. The first person, somewhat puzzled, stepped off the gangway…
"This isn't a Kwantung Army military airfield. I can't see any military police guarding it, just a few scattered soldiers
wandering ," I was thinking when an officer emerged from a car parked a dozen meters away and ran towards me. I
stopped. "You must be Section Chief Harukawa from headquarters," the officer said, saluting me. Judging from
his rank, he was a lieutenant colonel. I returned the salute. "I am Harukawa Tsuyoshi. May I ask who you are...?" "I am Nakaru, the head of the General Affairs Department of Unit 659 of the Kwantung
Army Commander Ishii entrusted me to welcome you all and has arranged
a banquet in the city to welcome you." "Thank you so much for Commander Ishii's hospitality. But Nakaru-kun, could you tell me
where this place is? I don't think I've ever been here before." "Hehe, Harukawa-kun has a good memory.
This airfield is newly built. It's our Unit 659's private airfield!" I see. But
how can a disease control department have its own airfield? This place seems to be more than it appears.

At the welcome banquet, I finally met
Lieutenant General Shiro Ishii, a renowned medical expert in Japan and commander of Unit 659 of the Kwantung Army. "Lieutenant General! That's the highest rank for a military doctor!" I exclaimed in surprise.
But what surprised me even more was yet to come. This organization, called the Kwantung Army Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department, had over thirty
field officers and four generals—a configuration almost comparable to a Class A division!
Why assigned to investigate a lowly intelligence officer like me? A single misstep could mean certain death.

After finishing my meal with a heavy heart, I went to the room that Zhongliu had reserved for us. As soon as I opened the door, a pair of hands
hugged me from behind. "Mrs. Tojo, what work do you still want to discuss so late? How about I
gather the team members together for a heart-to-heart talk?" I didn't even turn my head. At the party earlier, this woman's eyes were
full , completely disregarding the occasion. Even Ishii seemed to know something and looked at
me meaningfully. "Heart-to-heart talk? I think just the two of us are enough. The rest are all useless. But I really want to have
a good discussion with you," the woman said with a chuckle, one hand reaching for my crotch. I impatiently
shook her off, walked to the coat rack, took off my shirt and hat, and then sat on the sofa. "
Masako... "Do you know what this Unit 659 does?" I lit a cigarette and took a puff. "So, what did Harukawa-kun discover
tonight ?" The woman gracefully walked over, parted her long legs—clad in riding breeches and black boots—and sat
on my lap, gripping the back of the sofa. A fragrant breeze wafted towards my face. "I only know that this
Ishii Unit is very mysterious, so mysterious that I had no idea it existed, let alone what it did.
What do you think General Ueda wants us to do by sending us here?" The woman's luscious red lips were less than ten
centimeters , her slightly alcoholic, sweet scent filling my nostrils with each breath. Because she was sitting on my lap, my
eyes were fixed on her full breasts. "To check the accounts, of course. Otherwise, why bring the accountant?" Masako said casually.
"But if we really find something, should we deal with them on the spot or take them back to headquarters? Besides,
how can we check with so many high-ranking officers? You just want to send us all away with some excuse about secrecy? Do you really think we represent His Majesty the Emperor
?"

I was getting a little annoyed. This woman was too alluring. Although we'd been intimate more than once, she
was like an endless treasure, constantly drawing me in to explore her, and each exploration brought new
surprises. She seemed to be getting more and more clingy, coming to my place whenever she had free time, as if this was her home and her
apartment was just a dressing room.

"How about we go check out this mysterious place tomorrow and then make our plans? You
know I've been here more than once. Maybe I'll find something you're interested in tomorrow," she said. A chill ran down my
spine. This woman was tight-lipped. Although I'd sneaked into her apartment a few months ago and learned she was investigating this,
she'd never revealed a word to me. Why was she bringing it up today? "You're here on another mission,
not to investigate the Ishii unit. Coming again and again won't make a difference," I said nonchalantly. "Heh heh,
you're mistaken. I've been in Harbin these past few months specifically for Ishii. Otherwise, why would the Special Higher Police be involved in this kind of
economic case?" the woman said with a smug smile. "You said you've been investigating for quite some time? You've never told
me," I feigned displeasure. "The situation is different now, of course I have to report to you, but
… but reporting like this isn't comfortable for me. How about we take a shower together first?" Her true colors
were finally revealed. "You go ahead and shower, I have some things to think about," I wasn't going to always give in to her wishes.
"Sigh! Whatever!" The woman leaned down and kissed me on the cheek before going to the bathroom.

I lit another cigarette. The work officially starting tomorrow was really giving me a headache. Where should I even begin? "Let's check
the accounts and start with the warehouse. Since it's embezzlement, starting here shouldn't be wrong, right? Yes, Minister Zhongliu,
the General Affairs Department is the key department for the flow of funds! I've decided to check the General Affairs Department first tomorrow.

" "Harukawa-kun, why are you still smoking?" A woman's voice rang out. I looked up and saw that Yako had
changed into a men's bathrobe. Her short hair was wet and hung down beside her ears. Her face, now without makeup, was a little pale. The large
bathrobe was wrapped around her body, and she was wearing baggy cotton slippers. She looked like a housewife. I smiled, stubbed out
my cigarette, and got up to go into the bathroom.

After quickly washing up, I was a little helpless to find that there wasn't a single piece of clothing in the bathroom. "She
must have taken it all," I thought helplessly. I grabbed a bath towel, wrapped it around my waist, and went out the door.

The moment I saw this woman, I got an erection. The loose bathrobe from before was gone,
replaced by a low-cut, off-white mini-skirt that revealed a large expanse of bare skin in the back. The skirt was so short it barely covered
her round, plump buttocks, revealing matching thong panties underneath. Her full, long legs were clad in sheer, coffee-colored stockings, with
a glimpse of her snow-white thighs peeking out between the stockings and the skirt. A few thin straps extended from her waist, holding the stockings in place.
On her feet were a pair of beige stiletto heels with shallow openings, the toes of which were faintly visible through the stockings.
"What a vixen!" I swallowed hard, my erection rising even higher, seemingly about to pierce the towel.
Seeing me a smug wink and said, "Don't rush, let Yako dance for you!"

I could only suppress my urge to pounce and sat on the edge of the bed. But I knew she had never disappointed me in this regard.
Yako was pleased with my reaction, giggling, and then began to sway her hips, her arms tapping out a rhythm,
humming an unknown tune, gently dancing in front of me. The woman's flawless white body, half-naked,
was displayed before me. Her shapely, flowing figure, with delicate, smooth skin, was graceful and beautiful. She swayed left and right,
her hands gently caressing her thighs clad in alluring stockings. Her flowing, jet-black hair covered half of her beautiful
face. The movement of her lower body caused her large, full breasts to sway, the erect nipples creating prominent marks beneath her
soft clothing. My gaze followed the undulating breasts, instantly captivating me.

Slowly, Yako's hands moved over her body, tracing the high peaks of her breasts, sliding down to
her buttocks, raising one leg straight above her head. The dark shadow between her legs was faintly visible beneath her white shorts.
The woman's dance, from a slow beginning to a light and quick one, gradually became wild... With small steps, her body
drew closer and closer to me, her slightly hoarse voice panting and moaning.

I don't know when, but my hand was gripping my own penis, stroking it in rhythm with her movements. Only this
could slightly alleviate my lust. Yako seemed very pleased with my reaction, turning around in front of me
, her plump buttocks swaying sensually before my eyes. Gazing at those round, fleshy buttocks,
I couldn't resist any longer. I reached out and grabbed those plump buttocks, kneading them vigorously. The woman let out
soft moans, "Oh, oh!" However, just as I was about to pull her into my arms, she gently but firmly resisted.
She pulled her hand away from mine, turned around, and lifted one leg, placing a high-heeled foot on
the edge of the bed between my legs. Then she bent down and stroked her calf upwards with both hands.
The rustling instantly made me feel weak. I reached out and caressed her straight calf and slender ankle, lifting
the foot up to my eyes. Without hesitation, I took off the sexy high heel. The silky smoothness immediately touched my hands
, and the sensuality and charm of her jade-like foot quickly transmitted to my brain through my hands, spreading throughout my body.

I didn't kiss her immediately. I held Yako's beautiful foot in one hand and
caressed the smooth, pink surface of her foot with the other. My lips moved across the delicate instep, gently pressing and moving.
The silky, wonderful feeling on my lips was exhilarating. I took a deep breath, and my nostrils were immediately filled with the scent of leather and slightly sour
sweat—a slightly pungent but invigorating fragrance that made me feel excited.

"Is it too smelly, darling? I'm so sorry, I only brought one pair of stockings, so... Ah!"

Seeing my slightly closed eyes and twitching nose, Yako thought I was disgusted by the smell of her feet and
apologized . But my next action made her gasp. I tightly grasped her ankle, pulled it to my mouth,
and then greedily took her stockinged foot into my mouth. The tip of her foot immediately became wet. I used my tongue to press against
the slightly sweaty forefoot, my lips holding the instep, slowly moving towards the toes. As I moved,
I felt the silky smoothness and softness of her woman's feet, my chest filled with the fleshy fragrance of her feet, an intoxicating aroma.

Perhaps startled by my sudden action, Yako instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but I held
it tightly, one hand gripping her arch and the other her heel, making her foot unable to move. She...
She struggled symbolically for a few moments, then stopped. With my movements, her body swayed from side to side,
a slight tremor running down her calves. Many women cannot resist another man licking their feet.
The warmth and tingling sensation of a man holding her soles created a contradictory mix of fear and pleasure—a fear of being bitten, yet
a craving for the tenderness of her feet being enveloped. In her mind, not every man would willingly kiss her "dirty" feet, which she walked on every day;
only someone who truly loved her could do that.

I indulged in fondling Masako's delicate feet, first the soles, then the heels, then the ankles. I was completely absorbed in
enjoying her silky, beautiful feet. The thin stockings were already damp in many places, clinging tightly to her skin. My
desire grew even wilder. I bit down hard on the stockings at the tip of her foot and pulled hard. With a "ripping"

sound, her feet were finally revealed. Five fair toes were painted with light red
nail polish, which I hadn't noticed before because they were covered by the stockings. They reflected the light delicately. I greedily moved closer and took
each of her toes into my mouth, leaving none untouched. When my tongue slid across the joints of her toes,
the woman couldn't help but tremble. My tongue probed between each toe, savoring
the fleshy scent and slightly sour sweat on her feet. The tingling sensation made her unable to stand any longer, and she collapsed softly onto the bed.

I stood by the bed, lifted the woman's other leg, took off her other shoe, and held it to my lips, deeply
inhaling the scent emanating from it. The smell was slightly pungent and sour, mixed with the woman's warm, fleshy fragrance, filling my brain and making my
already erect penis even harder, throbbing with my pulse. After putting the shoe down, I gazed at
the silk-stockinged foot, which appeared even more translucent due to sweat. I gently supported the heel of the silk-stockinged foot, cupped one hand around the toe of the stocking, creating
a space, and placed my nose at the opening, quickly inhaling and exhaling. The rising fragrance from the toe of the stocking, carrying the scent of warm, damp
sweat rushed into my nostrils, and a feeling of bliss welled up within me. My limbs felt so comfortable that I wanted to jump up, every
open pore deeply intoxicated by that captivating fragrance, making me feel like I was dying of pleasure.

She lifted her other leg, slowly sweeping it across my neck, pressing it against my chest, and then
gently moving it down to my genitals. The silky texture of the coffee-colored stockings glided over my skin, finally stopping at my penis.
She lightly lifted her foot and gently pressed it against my penis, pushing it against her lower abdomen. A gentle caress followed, and
a wave of smooth pleasure immediately rose from the head of my penis. My sensitive glans captured every delicate, silky
sensation from her foot, like bamboo shoots after rain, like a surging spring tide. I was intoxicated by a sea of soft silk, losing all sense of time . I stuck out my tongue and licked the stockinged foot from my lips, savoring it
. The other stockinged foot, its toes exposed, rubbed against my penis, my testicles, penis, and glans all feeling incredibly smooth. Finally, when I pulled most of the stockinged foot out of my mouth, Yako withdrew her foot. "I can't take it anymore, come and love me! Your licking is making my heart jump out of my chest!" The woman invited me with a trembling voice. I looked between her legs. Her white shorts were nowhere to be seen. Her thick labia at the base of her thighs were spread open by two fingers, revealing the red and white flesh inside her vagina. Several streams of clear fluid were gushing . With her other hand, she inserted two fingers together into her vagina and poked and prodded them a few times. She pulled her fingers out, which were covered with glistening vaginal fluid, and several drops dripped down her fingertips. I lowered my silky legs and embraced Yako. Her plump, naked body came into my arms, incredibly sensual. She spread her legs wide, her small hands guiding my penis into her vagina. At first, she moved slowly, letting her vagina adjust to my overly erect and large penis. As my penis pressed against the walls , the frequency of her hip movements increased. Finally, she thrust her body rapidly, penetrating my entire penis with a whirlwind of pleasure. "Oh, so good, so good, it's so beautiful! Harukawa-kun, you're so strong!" the woman exclaimed sincerely. I held Masako's waist with both hands, coordinating with her thrusts to ensure that each time she thrust, her penis would be accurately positioned on top of mine. The woman kept thrusting, and when she felt tired, she would hook her arms around my neck and rub my penis back and forth and side to side. To be honest, I really liked this way of doing things. It gave the tense muscles of my penis a full-body massage, relieved the tension, and allowed my penis to rest a bit. Moreover, the feeling of my glans being rubbed against a warm, soft mass of flesh was also very comfortable. Gradually, I became dissatisfied with the pleasure the woman was giving me. I placed her legs on my shoulders, her stockinged calves pressed firmly against her upper body, and grabbed her full breasts, beginning to thrust faster. Her soft moans turned into rapid gasps. I thrust my penis deep into her vagina , grinding the head of my penis into her soft flesh each time before withdrawing halfway, then forcefully plunging it in again. Soon, Yako's body began to tremble. She hugged her thighs tightly to her chest, her legs, which had been on my shoulders, bent downwards, her two delicate stockinged feet pressed tightly against my face, rubbing against it. I licked and kissed her silky feet. With unwavering force, I thrust my lower body forward, the tight grip of her vaginal muscles brushing against my penis repeatedly. The soaring pleasure of my glans washed over my already intensely excited nerves. I licked her stockinged feet again and again, from her heels down her arches to her toes, then held them in my mouth and sucked. Yako had long known I enjoyed caressing her feet, but only tonight did she realize how much I was obsessed with it. This unusual pleasure and satisfaction slowly eroded her soul like a poison. Displaying her perfect feet to her beloved man had become an important way to express her love, and each display brought her even greater satisfaction. Looking at the woman who willingly let me lick her jade-like feet, I knew she was close to climax. I thrust faster, reaching all the way in each time. Soon, her vagina began to spasm, the soft flesh deep inside enveloping my glans like a small mouth . A warm liquid gushed out, flowing down my penis. I couldn't hold back any longer. Finally, a feeling of relaxation came from Yako's vagina. I quickly released the woman beneath me, pulled out my penis , and grabbed her two incredibly wet, silk-stockinged feet. I pressed them down with both hands, making her feet clamp my penis. My penis thrust in and out between her silk-stockinged feet, the warm soles further stimulating it. In a silky sensation , my penis reached the point of climax, an uncontrollable stream of semen shooting out, spraying onto the soles of her feet.

The woman excitedly gushed a large amount of glistening, sticky fluid from her vagina.

Looking at the mess of semen on her perfect silk-stockinged feet, I let out a long breath, panting heavily. Her
once smooth, exquisite coffee-colored silk-stockinged feet were now covered in a mottled,
chaotic The warmth of her small feet accelerated the evaporation of the semen, and the distinctive scent of semen seemed to emanate from the silk stockings.

Yako didn't miss this feast of semen-
covered silk stockings. Instead of cleaning her messy lower body, she grabbed the two silk-stockinged feet and put them in her mouth. Her smooth, fragrant
tongue licked the semen off the stockings, again and again, until every last drop of semen was cleaned. The silk-
stockinged feet regained their original color, shimmering again in the dim light. The beauty beneath me was so understanding;
I couldn't help but lean down and deeply kiss her lips.

The next morning, Ishii sent three cars to pick us up and take us to the headquarters of Unit 659,
also known as Unit 731, located in Pingfang District. Although I was mentally prepared for the sheer size of this unit, what
I saw still made me gasp in surprise. The continuous wall stretched for five miles,
with a tight barbed wire and electric fence installed on top. Soldiers patrolled back and forth every now and then. Passing through the archway-like
wall, I found that there were at least a hundred buildings, most of which had thick chimneys. Many
buildings were connected by complex pipes. This scene made me feel like I had entered a factory rather than a military barracks.

Two minutes later, the car stopped in front of a solid four-story building. A group of officers stood at the door. I got out
first and walked forward, only to find that Lieutenant General Shiro Ishii and Major General Kikuchi were there to greet us. I
quickly stood at attention and saluted. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Masako and I entered Ishii's office on the third floor. "I
know you are here to investigate the case, but everything you see here is top secret. I formally
remind you that without the joint approval of the General Headquarters and the Kwantung Army Headquarters, no information regarding
the production, research, or experiments of Unit 659 of the Kwantung Army may be leaked. Violators will be subject to military law!" Ishii said
solemnly . Masako and I exchanged a glance and agreed in unison.

The accompanying personnel had already been assigned to the General Affairs Department, while Masako and I, led by Ishii Tsugio of the Ishii Special Squad,
began our tour. Ishii Tsugio was Ishii Shiro's second elder brother and served as the squad leader of the Special Squad; in his words, he was
specifically in charge of experimental raw materials. Half a day passed quickly, and I then learned that this so-called Kwantung Army
Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department was actually the world's largest bacteriological weapons production factory, with
four departments and eight detachments responsible for research and production alone.

These four departments were: the First Department (Bacteriological Research), headed by Major General Kikuchi. The department had several subordinate units, including the "Takahashi Unit" specializing in
plague research, the "Kasahara Unit" conducting research,
the "Tanaka Unit" researching bacterial vectors (insects), the "Yoshimura Unit" researching frostbite, the "Eshima Unit" researching dysentery, the
"Ota Unit" researching splenic gangrene, the "Minato Unit" researching cholera, the "Okamoto Unit"

and "Ishikawa Unit" researching pathology, the "Utsumi Unit" researching serum, the "Kusami Unit" researching pharmacology, and the
"Noguchi Unit" researching rickettsia (including fleas).

The second department (bacterial experiments) was headed by Colonel Ota. This department had a sub-department specializing in
cultivating and breeding parasites for spreading plague bacteria. It also included an aviation unit and
a special testing ground at the Marukyo Kiln, 35 ri east of Adachi. The department's main tasks, besides conducting bacterial experiments on humans, included
virus research and experimentation on plants through the "Yagisawa Unit."

The third department (bacterial weapons manufacturing) was headed by Lieutenant Colonel Eguchi. This department had two factories: one
was a water filter manufacturing plant, set up as a cover; the other was a porcelain bullet casing manufacturing plant in Yangmajia,
specializing in the production of "Ishii-style" bacterial bombs and other bacterial weapons.

The Fourth Department (bacterial production) was headed by Major General Kawashima. This department had two sub-departments, each
independently producing various bacteria according to their assigned tasks.

In addition, a large logistics support department served them. To obtain comprehensive data, they
even used living people for experiments; these people were provided by the Ishii Special Team, whom they called "wooden figures."

The morning's visit made Masako and me feel nauseous. We hadn't imagined such cruel
medical experiments existed. After a quick lunch, Ishii Tsugio took us to visit his special team. Seeing Masako's
disgusted expression, he confidently assured us that we wouldn't see anything repulsive, and that the trip would be worthwhile.

The Ishii Special Unit was housed in a small but spacious two-story building. From the outside, it looked
unremarkable . Our car drove straight in, and only after I got out did I notice a massive elevator in front of me. The
tall elevator car could easily fit a truck, and there were several firing ports in the doors. Ishii explained that the above-ground buildings
were offices and guards' quarters, while the "logs" were kept in the dungeon. The dungeon had three levels, and
the . Once the elevator was sealed, not even a fly could escape.

Walking into the cells, which had a U-shaped corridor, I
was struck by didn't have that eerie atmosphere. The wide corridor was impeccably clean, and the high-wattage lights illuminated the
spotless floor. Four people lived in cells of about ten square meters, and there were even flush toilets. Through the observation windows, I could even
see heating pipes in each room! I sneered at Ishii and said, "This place is practically a sanatorium.
I've been thinking of staying here for a while. Is this how you squander the Empire's military budget?" "Oh, Harukawa-kun, you
don't understand. We have very high requirements for these 'logs.' They need to be healthy.
The environment here can quickly restore their physical strength. Most importantly, we need to fill them with hope for survival. That way, the data
we get will be the most accurate." Ishii hurriedly explained, "Most of the people who come here
are prisoners of war, and some useless anti-Japanese elements arrested by the military police. We tell them that they will
enjoy , so they will be willing to obey management and it will save us a lot of trouble."
Major Fujita, who was accompanying me, also explained on Ishii's behalf. I nodded slightly.

This massive underground prison separated men, women, and children. Just as Ishii had said,
most of the prisoners appeared calm, and their faces didn't show the usual malnutrition, suggesting their meals were quite good. "These
beasts! They can do such heinous things!" I thought bitterly, the thought of such a large-scale bacteriological laboratory...
The factory could manufacture weapons that killed millions of people, and I felt a sudden sense of dread. "I must find a way to
expose what's going on here! But so many years have passed, and no one has contacted me. Have I really been forgotten
?" Lost in thought, I followed Ishii and the others back to the ground floor.

On the second floor, the words "Officers' Club" were prominently displayed. Fujita approached obsequiously, saying, "
General Ishii specifically instructed me to bring you all here to relax and unwind." "A comfort station?
Sorry , I'm not interested! Lieutenant Colonel Tojo is probably even less interested!" I interrupted him. "No, no, this
isn't a comfort station, and there aren't comfort women here. It's Chinese women." "Damn it! I've never been interested in Chinese
women ! They only deserve to live like dogs under the Empire's whip! You actually..." "You're
shoving a woman at me!" I shouted. "I'm sorry, Harukawa-kun, but General Ishii ordered me to take you all
there. I guarantee you'll get the most satisfaction, because the women inside... are probably worse than dogs!
Because ... it's said they can't even be considered human!" Fujita stammered. "Oh? Is
that so? I'd like to see it for myself," Masako suddenly said. Fujita glanced at me awkwardly. "Lieutenant Colonel Tojo is very
knowledgeable . Since she wants to see, let's go in." I resumed my cold tone. "Alright,
alright, that's perfect!" Fujita said hastily, then strode forward and opened the door first.

A wide corridor ran from east to west through the entire floor, with more than ten tightly closed wooden doors. The corridor
was deserted . Fujita led us straight in. I glanced left and right and noticed that each door was decorated with
carvings of plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums. "It's clearly a comfort station, yet it tries to act all refined," I thought disdainfully. When we reached
the innermost door, Fujita stopped. I noticed that this door was particularly large, consisting of two doors, and
the carving on it was also very special—it was an image of an angel imprisoned in shackles! "We're here! This is it!"

Fujita's tone seemed a little excited, and then he pushed the door open forcefully.

A wave of heat hit me, the stark contrast between the dark room and the bright corridor making me feel a
little uncomfortable. I saw a long sofa and coffee table against the wall, the windows covered with thick curtains. Opposite
the sofa was a huge wooden frame, with an iron chain at each of the four corners connecting to an iron
bed placed in the center. A white sheet covered the bed, beneath which a human figure was vaguely visible. Beside the bed was a
cabinet . Fujita walked to the wall, turned on the light, and respectfully said, "This is it. Please make yourselves at home. If you need any help
, there's a doorbell on the coffee table. We'll all be outside, so no sound will get out. No one will
disturb you. Also, the items here represent the latest research results of our Unit 659.
I hope you enjoy yourselves." I noticed a hint of smugness in Fujita's tone at the end.
After , I looked around and noticed a small door in the corner opposite the sofa,
labeled "Washroom." Above the door frame were two lamps, one of which... One lamp was glowing red, the other was off. Yako and I exchanged
a glance and walked to the sofa simultaneously. Without hesitation, I pressed the button. The doorbell hummed,
and then the red light on the door frame turned green. A moment later, the small door to the bathroom opened, and two women dressed as nurses in
white coats came out. They glanced at the bed, walked up to us, and said softly,
"Sirs, do you need us to clean the pets?" "Oh? No, I'm just curious. So
you're in charge of cleaning pets?" I pointed to the bed. "Yes, some VIPs don't like the smell of pets,
so they need to be cleaned before use." "Then you can leave now. We'll ring the bell if needed." Yako suddenly
spoke up. The two women silently withdrew. Hearing the small door lock, we quickly walked to the bed.
A familiar smell wafted towards us, accompanied by a slight buzzing sound. Yako pulled back the white sheet first
, and what we saw next left us speechless for a long time.

Two naked women lay face to face on the bed. One was tall and voluptuous, the other petite and
delicate . Both were handcuffed behind their backs and their feet were shackled together. The petite woman seemed to be nestled in
the other's arms. I noticed they both wore black leather collars around their necks, and their mouths were gagged
with black leather straps. Something seemed to be inside their mouths, preventing them from making a sound. Under the light
, their bodies glistened slightly, as if they had just emerged from a bath and hadn't dried themselves. Their legs were moving rhythmically...
The soft buzzing sound emanated from between their legs, and Yako, who was beside me, seemed to tremble slightly,
involuntarily grabbing my hand. I squeezed Yako's trembling hand a little tighter and then looked down
to examine the two women closely. A strong odor wafted towards me, carrying the scent of women's bodies and sweat, along with an
indescribable familiar smell. Upon smelling it, I felt a reaction in my lower body. I immediately realized that it
was the smell of a woman's vaginal fluid when she was aroused, but this slightly fishy smell also had a hint of milky fragrance!
When the larger woman saw me, her legs moved even more frequently. She turned her body with difficulty to face me,
forcefully spreading her legs, which were bound by black leather straps. To my surprise, I found that her lower body was completely bare.
The area where pubic hair should have grown was as smooth as a little girl's. Between her well-developed, purplish-red labia majora was a piece of black stuff, and the buzzing
sound was coming from there.

I reached out and pinched the exposed part. The continuous vibration came through, and I realized that it was
an electric dildo. It was its continuous vibration that kept the woman in a state of high sexual desire.
Her vaginal fluid and sweat kept flowing out, completely soaking the sheets beneath her. The petite woman next to her
also had her eyes closed, her fair body flushed, and her body was trembling as if she was also suffering
great torment.

I turned my gaze back to the tall woman. I realized she was quite old;
judging from the prominent crow's feet around her eyes, she was probably over forty, or even older. She had beautiful almond-shaped eyes, sparkling
with a spring-like, watery light. Her straight nose flared constantly beneath her nostrils, giving her an expression of unbearable thirst. The
leather belt around her mouth was tightly constricted, and she was making wheezing sounds from her tightly closed mouth. My gaze moved downwards, and I
noticed that this woman's figure could only be described as perfect: a long, slender neck, straight shoulders, high, prominent
collarbones, and large breasts with erect, purplish-red nipples that protruded more than half an inch. The areolas were large but...
Her nipples were pale in color and covered with tiny bumps, a strange contrast that made them look particularly alluring. Her large
breasts were exceptionally firm, showing no deformation even when she was lying down, like two large bowls placed on her chest. Her deeply recessed
navel looked perfect. Her slender waist and large buttocks created a striking contrast. Her full
buttocks were very soft, overflowing from both sides of her supine body and causing her vulva, which was holding a dildo, to arch slightly upwards as if
cushioned , ready for a man's penetration. Her plump thighs had very soft
and delicate skin, with the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs trembling and rubbing against each other. Her calves were straight and long, with rounded and
slender Her flawless white feet seemed somewhat small compared to her body, but they did not appear bony at all, giving
a soft and smooth feeling. Her skin was exceptionally white and delicate, with no visible pores. Even Yako,
who looked noticeably different in front of her.

Her perfect figure and skin gave me the impression of encountering the perfect sex goddess, yet
the fine gave off an inexplicable sense of strangeness. This contrast made me wonder if I was
hallucinating. At that moment, Yako's slightly jealous words suddenly made me realize the problem: "This is clearly a woman
they've manipulated!" "Huh? Manipulated?" I didn't react for a moment. "I've heard that they
can treat a woman's entire skin and muscles, turning them into what you men like best, even tightening the pores until they
're invisible. Add various drugs, and in the end, she becomes a living sex machine! I think this old
woman has been manipulated." "Is that so?" I was astonished. Oh, right, no wonder Fujita
said earlier that the women here are worse than dogs! It's actually true! I was stunned.

"This woman's body is really beautiful, Harukawa-kun, do you want to try her out?" Yako
said in a coquettish voice with a hint of jealousy. I turned to look at her and found that Yako's face was flushed and her eyes were fixed on the woman.
Could it be that she was also interested in women? Then the torture instruments in her house would make a reasonable explanation. My mind raced and I
made a decision in an instant. "This old woman looks like she's been fucked a lot. She must be very experienced. Why don't we let her
serve us? It will definitely be very comfortable. What do you say?" I reached out and put my arm around Yako and whispered in her ear
. As I spoke, I deliberately breathed on her neck. The woman's body went a little weak and she said to me shyly
, "I'm a little embarrassed. Harukawa-kun, you really don't care?" "No, no, I don't care. Besides,
only women understand women best. I believe Yako will get even more pleasure from it," I said, pretending to be considerate.

The woman lying there was probably reaching her limit. She began violently shaking her head, making whimpering noises,
her gaze constantly shifting between my chest and her own. Her legs, bound by a belt, were raised straight up.
I suddenly understood what she meant; she was begging me to help her remove the dildo inserted into her vagina. I
felt a little sorry for her, so I reached between her legs, pinched the exposed end, and tried to pull it out. Unexpectedly, the vibrating
thing was gripped very tightly, and I couldn't pull it out immediately. "This woman's grip is so strong!" I
changed approach. First, I pinched it and gently rotated it, then I made small thrusting motions. The woman seemed to understand
and cooperated by relaxing her leg muscles as much as possible. When I felt the thrusting became easier, I pulled out forcefully.
With a "pop," the dildo was pulled out, accompanied by a long, drawn-out breath from the woman. A large
gush of liquid suddenly sprayed from her still-open vagina, catching me off guard and spraying
my face , without bothering to wipe my face, grabbed her raised leg and
slapped her buttocks hard. Another gush of liquid erupted. "Goodness, how much water did that take? This woman is truly made of water!" I
thought handkerchief. Because my face was so wet,
some of it trickled down my cheek and into my mouth. Just as I was about to spit it out, I suddenly realized that the liquid
didn't have the fishy smell I expected; instead, it had a slightly sweet taste. I smacked my lips habitually, savoring the taste. Not bad!
It really was sweet! "You even drink this woman's dirty water!" I heard Masako's exclamation. I ignored her and
looked down to see what was going on. I found that something similar had been inserted into the woman's anus.
I simply pulled it out as well. It was a large anal plug. The conical part inserted into the body
was much larger than the diameter of the part exposed outside, about the size of my fist. The stretched anus seemed to have lost its elasticity.
The hole was wide open, and only the dark red anal edge was slightly wriggling. Looking inside, the pink intestinal wall
was clearly visible .

I looked away and found the woman beside me glaring at me reproachfully. I quickly said to her,
"It's strange, her vaginal fluid is sweet! You don't believe me? Try it!" After my repeated requests and explanations, Yako
blushed, dipped her finger in the fluid, closed her eyes, and brought it to her lips. A moment later, she exclaimed, "It really is sweet
!" She looked as excited as Columbus discovering a new continent. Seeing her amazed expression, I
thought for and reached out to unbuckle the belt on her calf. The moment my hand touched her calf, the sensation from my fingertips sent
a shiver down my spine. I knew from observation that her skin was very delicate, but the feeling on my fingertips was so smooth, as if
her whole body was covered in oil, moist and slippery. I touched her
breasts, still covered in beads of sweat, and this time the oily feeling was even more pronounced. Was this still sweat? It was practically her whole body was dripping with oil! I tried my best to suppress
my astonishment as I unbuckled the leather strap around her ankle. Instinctively, I lifted one of her feet, but the sight of it made
me hold my breath, my heart pounding uncontrollably.

What kind of foot was this? Beautifully shaped, with smooth, white skin. The instep was slippery from the sweat, and
her five toenails were flawless, painted with bright red nail polish. Most astonishingly, the soles of her feet were incredibly
delicate , even the skin at the heels was exceptionally white and tender, showing no signs of footsteps. Even
the palm lines that a baby couldn't avoid were invisible. Soft muscles were covered by only a thin layer of oily skin, and through this almost transparent skin,
the blood vessels and tendons on the soles were clearly visible; it seemed that with the slightest touch, blood would gush out. My
other hand, which was about to stroke her foot, stopped halfway. I was afraid my touch would hurt her foot,
but the desire to explore further made me slowly bring my lips to hers!

Masako, who was unbuckling the woman's belt nearby, snorted in displeasure upon seeing this, but
was then drawn in by the strange scene. She quickly unbuckled her belt and eagerly grabbed the woman's other leg.
I examined her feet closely, occasionally letting out soft gasps of amazement. At that moment, our hearts seemed to
be filled only with tenderness, devoid of any desire to play with her.

Finally, my trembling lips touched the soles of her feet. The oily, slippery sensation was clearly transmitted to my brain. It
felt as if I were gently kissing an incredibly smooth piece of silk, yet the warmth and moisture from my lips reminded me that this was
a living, breathing body. I suddenly felt that my lips were far too rough, so I decisively extended my tongue and slowly
traced it across the delicate soles of her feet. I believed that only a moist tongue could be worthy of her precious flesh.
The faint scent of foot sweat and the unique aroma of female hormones filled my nostrils, stimulating my fully
erect penis and causing a slight throbbing pain. The faint saltiness and subtle milky taste on the tip of my tongue mixed
together making me almost unable to resist the urge to bite down. The stimulation of my tongue made her feet tremble.
In this trembling, I could even feel one muscle in her foot tensing and then relaxing in response to another!

I heard suppressed, rapid moans.

I forced down my urge to bite and turned to look at Yako. I saw that she, like me, was gently
licking the soles of a woman's feet and kissing them occasionally. Unlike me, however, she had a devout expression on her face, as if
she were worshipping her long-desired goddess with her tongue. I knew that Yako had also developed a foot fetish under my influence, but
most of was done to please me. However, her current expression showed that this behavior had left
an indelible mark on the depths of her soul! She had already obtained both physical and spiritual satisfaction from this foot fetish, and she would never be able to escape it
for the rest of .

At this moment, the petite woman nestled beside the first woman opened her eyes. Seeing that the woman beside her
had regained her freedom of movement, except for the gag, and that the woman was kneading her breasts with her hands,
she too began to move closer, trying to get her head towards the woman's breasts, muttering incoherently
. We then realized that one woman's restraints were still in place. After quickly untying the little girl,
she deftly removed her own gag, forcefully scooping a
round ball covered in small holes from her mouth with her thumb and forefinger and tossing it aside, saying in Chinese, "Mommy, don't worry, I'll help you untie it!" Ignoring our
presence , she knelt beside her mother and began unbuckling her belt. We stared in disbelief as she did it, no one
uttering a sound. Soon, the ball in her mother's mouth was removed, and the daughter straddled her mother's waist, gently
stroking her face with both hands, her small mouth kissing her mother's lips. Her mother began stroking her daughter
's back, then kneading her buttocks. From my angle, I could clearly see the daughter
sticking her mother's mouth and swirling it around. The mother closed her eyes slightly, enjoying it. As the kiss continued,
the mother's trembling body gradually calmed down.

"Have you been waiting so long without fucking her, are you trying to kill her?" The little girl's scolding brought me
back to . What was going on? The mother and daughter had such an ambiguous relationship, and the daughter was even complaining
about why I wasn't fucking her mother. What was even stranger was that the little girl didn't take me, a Japanese officer, seriously at all, scolding me
as naturally as she would a servant, without considering whether I could understand her.

Masako and I exchanged bewildered glances. She was equally incredulous; perhaps she had never known a Chinese
person to be so assertive in front of her. She was completely stunned, blinking frantically as if trying to banish this
chaotic mess her mind. After a while, she came to her senses, her face instantly hardening with frost. She
slapped her across the face, saying in perfect Beijing dialect, word by word, "How dare you insult the Imperial Army! Believe me, I'll drag you
out and feed you to the dogs right now! You little bitch!" At this moment, the little girl's mother also came to her senses, hugging her daughter tightly
, making incessant "ah ah" sounds as if begging for mercy, tears streaming down her face. Only then did I
understand why I had always felt something was off about this woman: she hadn't uttered a single complete word from beginning to end—
she was mute!

I grabbed my mother's shiny black hair and dragged her off the bed to kneel in front of me. With my other hand ,
I pinched her cheeks hard, signaling her to open her mouth wide. She obediently opened it, and sure enough, her tongue
had . The wound was stitched up so well that it was almost invisible, except for some
small protrusions on the cut surface covered by the tongue coating. I put my fingers into her mouth and pinched her half of the tongue, and was shocked to find that these protrusions were
hard, as if something had been buried inside. Seeing my puzzled expression, my mother hurriedly pointed to
her mouth, then to my and Yako's genitals, licking her fingers in her mouth one moment and then licking between her fingers the next. We both understood that her tongue had been "specially modified"
to better perform oral sex on others !
The tip of her tongue was cut off to increase the friction surface, and to avoid damaging nerves and tendons
to ensure the force of oral sex. The embedded granules were to enhance the frictional pleasure of the person receiving oral sex.
Just as I was marveling at this "ingenious idea," the woman pulled the little girl over, pointing to her own
tongue and then to the little girl's mouth. The little girl understood and stuck out her own tongue. Unlike her mother,
the girl 's tongue was long and sharp, easily reaching her cheek. At her mother's signal to open her mouth wide and
wiggle her tongue, the girl also began to wiggle her tongue tip—no, it wasn't wiggling, but flicking, so fast it was almost
invisible. As the little girl flicked her tongue tip, she glanced back and forth at my and Yako's genitals, as if searching for
a suitable target. I tensed up under her gaze, a tingling sensation spreading through my urethra. This was so
wicked ! So tempting!

Masako and I stared at each other, neither of us speaking. After a while, Masako said to me in a dry tone, "
Harukawa kun, why don't you try it first, and I'll go later, okay?" I swallowed hard and decisively said, "Okay!"

I sat on the sofa, gesturing for my mother to serve me, but the woman smiled and shook her head, pointing to
a chair covered with a white cloth in the corner. I went over and lifted the cloth, only to discover the chair's unusual nature:
it was unusually large, and the seat was made of a hollow mesh woven from strips of cloth, and it was very loose;
you would sink into it if you sat down. The armrests extended outwards and became curved. I suddenly realized that this was just like
the reclining chair the old eunuch had been pointing at me. Masako seemed to understand as well, and with a lewd grin, she pulled the chair
to a position directly opposite the sofa and helped me unbuckle my belt. The room was very warm, and after I took off my pants, I didn't feel cold at all.
I swaggered over to the two curved armrests, turned around, and sat down. Only after sitting down did I realize a large part of my buttocks
was exposed, like sitting on a toilet. I couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Who came up with this terrible idea?"

The girl's mother, seeing me seated, got off the bed and came over, standing in front of me. I noticed that even walking a few
steps made her furrow her brows slightly, her small feet constantly shifting. Sure enough, such delicate feet couldn't walk.
When she was about to kneel before me, Yako stopped her, instead forcefully pulling the chair I was sitting in to adjust
the distance , then taking off her trousers and riding boots and placing them aside, revealing... She pulled out her legs, clad in stockings, and sat down on the sofa
opposite . She raised her legs and placed them on the armrests of my chair, her stockinged feet just
reaching my face. She smiled with satisfaction. Then she had my mother straddle her thighs, face
down , with her head between her legs and down to my crotch. She bent her legs with her hands,
revealing her extremely soft and delicate feet. I couldn't help but ask, "Yako, how did you come up with such a lewd idea
?" Yako didn't answer, but just gave me a flirtatious wink. And so, an unconventional lewd performance
began.

Masako grasped her mother's small feet with both hands, licking them with relish. Her mother's breasts pressed against Masako's
stockinged thighs, her head protruding between her legs to suck on my penis. Meanwhile, I held one of Masako's already sweaty
stockinged feet in
each enjoyed the tingling sensation from my licking her feet while simultaneously licking the tender feet in her hands. The soft,
almost dripping feet became glistening with moisture, causing their owner to tremble incessantly. She could
relieve the itch in my heart by vigorously licking and teasing my penis. While enjoying the woman's unique and superb oral skills, I was also

licking Yako's slender feet, which smelled slightly salty and sweaty, and inhaling the mixture of leather and woman's fragrance

. This simultaneous enjoyment, which was impossible to experience normally, was happening all at once, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of
ecstasy . However, the little girl's arrival disrupted this balance. She lay on her back
beneath my buttocks, her sharp tongue like a snake's forked tongue, starting from the base of my penis, passing through my perineum, and finally... After
hovering around for a long time, it suddenly pierced into my anus. I almost jumped up. The stimulation of my anus made my penis even harder,
and the feeling of the implanted particles on the glans of my penis felt like being caressed by several tongues at the same time
. Soon I couldn't control myself anymore, and my testicles kept jumping upwards. At this moment, my mother stopped licking and
teasing, and her lips left my penis. I was a little anxious and scolded her to continue, but the little girl leaned in and
took the glans into her mouth. Her mouth was obviously a little small, and the glans stretched her mouth open. I was a little disappointed; this feeling
was much worse than her mother's. Suddenly, a thin, soft tongue wrapped around the groove behind my glans, nimbly
circling it. A wave of pleasure surged into my brain, and all the sensations in my body converged on my glans. A moment later, the sharp tip of
the tongue pierced the urethral opening, accompanied by rhythmic probing and sucking. I felt all my energy being drawn inch by inch
to my glans. Finally, after an explosion of pleasure that felt like fainting, my semen gushed out, spraying so thoroughly and
satisfyingly that I felt like I was seeing stars for a moment.

As I savored the post-ejaculation exhaustion, another exciting scene unfolded before my eyes. Masako lay on her side on
the sofa, her stockings gone, one leg dangling off the sofa while the other stretched out straight. The child's
mother lay facing her, holding one of Masako's bare feet and licking it. Masako
was rubbing her own feet against her face. The little girl knelt in front of the sofa, waving her strangely long tongue at Masako's lower body.
Masako's moans were out of rhythm, interspersed with heavy breathing, which was frequently
interrupted by the little girl's teasing. The child's mother's feet were held tightly by Masako like a lifeline,
rubbing against her face and chest. Her lower abdomen heaved rapidly with shortness of breath. Finally, with a long, relieved cry
, Masako reached an orgasm she had never experienced before, her vaginal fluids gushing out more than a meter away. As the ejaculation
gradually subsided, she finally collapsed from exhaustion.

I stood up and walked to the sofa to check on Yako. I noticed her breathing had become more rhythmic, indicating she
was recovering. However, the mother's groans sounded painful. I turned to look at her and saw
she seemed to be struggling to breathe; her face was pale, and her breathing was very rapid—clear
signs of insufficient blood supply to the heart. Without thinking, I went over and laid her down to give her CPR. Just then, the little girl shouted from
behind , "Hurry up and do her asshole! Hurry up!" I turned around and saw the little girl's anxious
expression. Realizing she wasn't lying, I spread her mother's legs and inserted my index and middle fingers into
her anus. Contrary to my expectations, her anus was clean, soft, and very lubricated. There was
almost ; it must have been cleaned daily. As soon as I inserted my fingers, I felt her anal sphincter
begin to rhythmically squeeze my fingers. "This is..." "How did she do that? To make her anus as
flexible , and even have water inside? What kind of modification could turn a normal person like this?" I
thought as I inserted my fingers, but soon I realized it was useless. The woman's complexion was getting worse and worse. Suddenly I had
an idea. I inserted my fingers as far as possible, hooking my fingertips towards her lower abdomen. Finally, I found her
prostate deep in her intestines. Without hesitation, I gently pressed that spot with my fingertips. It worked well. After pressing a dozen times,
the woman's breathing became heavier, and she let out heavy exhalations. I checked her
pulse with my free hand and found it wasn't so weak anymore. I was finally relieved. I really couldn't bear to see such a wonderful woman
disappear in front of me. Even if she was truly shameless and living a life of ignominy, the physical torture she had suffered
had already surpassed that of ordinary people. Perhaps she became like this all for her daughter.

After confirming she was out of danger, my curiosity swelled again, and I began to caress
the . The crow's feet on her face proved that her youth had long since passed, but her body was like that of a fully mature young woman.
Her skin was remarkably perfect, and even the sweat on her body was unusual. Her breasts felt exceptionally soft but didn't
sag much . Her nipples were so sensitive that they would become erect with the slightest touch. I tried licking her areola and found it
to be just as sensitive. Those small protrusions would harden and gently rub against my lips. Suddenly, the word
"breast play" came to mind. Yes, these breasts seemed to be custom-made for breast play, and those strange and alluring...
Li's tiny feet must have been made just for people like me who love women's soccer! This woman is practically a
living sex toy!

When I focused my attention on her genitals, my eyes were completely captivated. Her labia majora were unusually developed, at least
two fingers thick, bulging like steamed buns. Compared to the rest of her skin, this area was darker, but still
much lighter than most people's. Her pink labia minora were tightly pressed together by the labia majora, and a purplish-red mole was visible
above . I pinched one of her labia majora and gently pulled it upwards. The thick labia were surprisingly soft,
and I could easily pull it up several centimeters, about the size of my palm. Due to the effort, the edges turned purple, and the
inside became a beautiful wine red, looking very alluring. At this moment, I noticed that the mole on her genitals
was clitoris. Although it wasn't obviously protruding, it was quite large, and the surface was an unusual light purple. I curiously
touched it with my finger, and it felt a little hard. The woman, however, seemed to wince in pain and covered the area I touched with her hand. To my surprise, I
found that her face was full of pleading. Her expression changed; tears welled in her large eyes. After a moment's hesitation, I resolutely took
her hand. At that moment, I clearly heard her let out a mournful cry. "Could this be causing her great pain?"

I wondered. Then, I witnessed a bizarre change. Her originally flat clitoris was
visibly swelling, quickly becoming a peanut-sized lump protruding above her labia.
It continued to grow, eventually reaching the size of my thumb, a vibrant purplish-red,
trembling like an erect penis. I was stunned by this enormous clitoris.
The woman 's mournful cry turned into a sob. I looked up and saw her eyes tightly closed, tears streaming down her face,
a large blush spreading across her cheeks. Coming to my senses, I instinctively wiped away her tears.
Any woman with something like this would probably be ashamed to be seen in public! But this thing was just too bizarre. My
complicated feelings made me gently pinch the small penis with my fingers. Unexpectedly, it trembled slightly
, showing unusual sensitivity. Under the gentle pinching, the woman's cries gradually turned into moans from her throat
. Her plump, white thighs rubbed against each other, and her labia glistened with moisture. "So sensitive!"
I thought to myself as I inserted my middle finger into her vagina. It was already wet inside.
After thrusting in and out of the slippery vagina a few times, I pulled my finger out. It was covered with clear, sticky vaginal fluid. I put my finger under my nose and
smelled it. Apart from the unique scent of a woman's genitals, there was no strange smell. I licked it and found that
the faint sweetness from before was gone. "How could this be? It was definitely sweet before." I suddenly remembered that
she had ejaculated during an orgasm. Could this be different from the fluid she usually expelled? I made up my mind and lowered my head, slowly
taking her strange clitoris into my mouth.

This was a truly wicked yet exciting process. I felt like
a monster from a mountain legend that devours the semen of young boys, greedily sucking on that undeveloped penis. Her unusually developed clitoris did give me
a very stimulating feeling. The small penis was soft yet firm in my mouth, and it would tremble slightly every time my tongue brushed against it.
The feeling of it wrapped around my lips was incredibly tender. Every time I pressed it down with my tongue, it would stubbornly try to lift its head again.
I couldn't help but place it on my tongue and gently suck on it.

In less than five minutes, the woman's thighs clamped tightly around my neck, preventing me from moving. She squeezed
her and reached orgasm amidst her convulsing body. When I saw her lower abdomen begin to heave rapidly, I immediately
spat out the small penis from my mouth, parted her engorged and rosy labia with both hands, and brought my mouth close to hers. I stuck out
my tongue and quickly licked the inside of her labia. Sure enough, a warm liquid gushed into my mouth. I pursed my
lips and found it a little salty and slightly fishy. Just as I was about to spit it out, another stream of water rushed into my mouth, and I
had to swallow it. As soon as I swallowed, another stream of heat came in, filling my mouth. I had to prepare
to swallow it in two gulps. As soon as I swallowed the first gulp, I tasted the familiar sweetness. Overjoyed, I held the remaining
liquid in my mouth and slowly savored it. It felt a little sticky and slippery, with no salty or fishy taste, only a faint sweet and fishy taste.

The woman struggled to breathe again, and I quickly reached for her buttocks, preparing to massage her
prostate . But Yako stopped me. "Get those two nurses," she said. Without thinking, I hurried to
the coffee table and pressed the call button. This time, two nurses came out quickly, one of them carrying a syringe. Watching
them skillfully administer the injection—one pinching her philtrum and the other injecting into her arm—I knew this must have
happened multiple times. After the injection, one nurse told us that the woman was physically weak and that the situation had
reached her limit; continuing would be life-threatening. I waved for them to take the mother and daughter
away . As the mother entered through the small door, she suddenly turned back and glanced at me. I was shocked to realize that it was
a look of gratitude!

After watching them leave, I turned around and found Masako looking at me with a strange expression. I
said somewhat awkwardly, "That mother was indeed different, really different!" "You just drank her urine!
How do that?" Masako suddenly exclaimed excitedly. "No, no!" I hurriedly explained,
but Masako stopped talking and angrily turned her head away.

After everything calmed down, we got dressed and left the room. Fujita was still waiting outside the door.
Seeing us come out, he leered and asked from afar, "Are you two satisfied with this gift? Isn't it different from ordinary
comfort women ?" I replied to him irritably, "You've used it more than once, do I have
to tell you whether it's good or not?" "Oh! It's not like that. This was specially prepared by General Ishii for high-ranking officers. Only VIPs
like can use it. None of us here are qualified, including the unit commander. These two women
are usually taken care of and maintained by special people." "I see." I nodded.

Back at our lodgings, Yako followed me into the room without a word. She sat on the sofa, motionless, lost in thought.
After a long while, she stood up as if making a decision and said to me, "Harukawa-kun, please do me a favor. I want those
two women!" "Are you crazy! They're just two Chinese comfort women!" I exclaimed, staring at her in shock. "And
that old woman is useless except for being used. Her body has been
altered ! Didn't you see she can't even walk properly, and her heart is so weak? Without proper treatment, she
'll die soon!" I explained to her. Actually, I wanted them too, but it would seriously affect my work.
" I don't know if they'll be my ticket to hell someday. But it's a good idea for Masako
, though I have to quell her jealousy. Otherwise, once she gets jealous, both women will be doomed.

" "No way! I want them all, including the drugs they need. I can hire servants,
I can find another house, I won't lack anything!" Masako was a little agitated. "Then you have to tell me, what
's the reason you want to do this? I'm afraid it's not just about having two sex slaves," I continued to press
. "...They make me very happy, don't you feel you enjoy it too?...The main thing is
that mother, she makes me feel guilty. I think Shiro Ishii has gone too far. Normal women are never
like this!

They've become like this, it's irreversible ." " Okay, I just want them to
be !

You know I love you, but I'm not jealous at all when the four of us are together, really. I'm
still thinking about what happened at the comfort station." "It seems like Masako has really had a change of heart this time, but that mother
's body is just too tempting. I only used one hole on her body and I felt extremely satisfied. What will happen with five
more holes? I don't even dare to think about it, because my lower body is starting to get restless again." "Okay, then
I'll talk to General Ishii tomorrow, but what if he proposes a deal?" "I raised a question." "
What kind of deal would he make? It's just that we arrest a few fewer people. He can't even clean up his own mess.
Besides our mission isn't to wipe them all out. The most important thing is to give an explanation to the outside world. The work of Ishii's unit must
not be affected by the corruption case. This is the bottom line of the military and the General Headquarters. Under these circumstances, he won't ask for an exorbitant amount
." "Masako blurted out the real purpose of this mission. It seems that the Special Higher Police have reached a consensus on
the nature . If I rashly investigate, I will definitely suffer losses." Okay, since that's
what the higher-ups think, I think we can do it this way. I'll go and tell them after the investigation is over. "I readily agreed.

Sure enough, five days later, when I went to see Ishii with the report, he also suggested that we not involve too many people, and even
said that if things got really bad, he would resign to apologize, but the work couldn't stop. I took the opportunity to bring up Masako's conditions, and
after some bargaining, we jointly decided on scapegoats. The Minister of the Central Army and eight others
were to be sent to a military court for crimes such as embezzlement and waste. The Kwantung Army Headquarters issued a 'remonstrance order' to Ishii's unit and ordered it
to reorganize. Masako took the mother and daughter away, gave her the daily medication list, and provided Ishii with any medications that couldn't be purchased. In
addition, Ishii gave me and Masako fifteen gold bars each as compensation.

That night, the two women and the gold bars were delivered. I noticed that my mother was carried in on a stretcher,
looking like was fast asleep and still receiving an IV drip. The accompanying military doctor explained that she was
the only one who was relatively successful during this 'modification' experiment; dozens of others had died, so only she, being older, was left.
Now..." She's already forty-seven years old. Although her body has been thoroughly modified over the past four years, her digestive
system and heart have been severely damaged. She can basically only get
nutrition by drinking liquid food and taking medication through her anus. As he said this, a lewd expression appeared on his face. "But there are advantages to this too. Because her
anus has become very soft and sensitive, she can hardly control her excretions. But what she excretes
is very clean, mostly liquid, and has no smell. From a medical point of view, it's perfectly edible.
If you, Qingchuan-kun, are interested in this, then she's a real treasure! Also, they say that
women become increasingly horny and can't control their sexual desires at all. Qingchuan-kun, you mustn't be able to handle it!" Hearing
this, my lower body started to get hard again. As the military doctor was leaving, he seemed to suddenly remember something and took a notebook out of
his bag and handed it to me, saying that General Ishii personally instructed that it be given to me.

After settling the mother and daughter in, I sat down
at my desk with this well-sealed diary-like thing in my hand. I used a knife to cut open the wax seal on it, and there really was a diary inside, but the cover had two big Chinese characters written on it:
"人彘" (human pig)!

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