PK Ninja

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"Whoosh..."
The winter north wind blew directly into Zi Yi's face, especially from the 140-meter-high Statue of Liberty, where the thin air intensified the chill. But the boy, barely a teenager, remained unmoved by the biting wind. Having endured brutal training since birth, his life constantly teetering on the brink of death, this was nothing new to him.
He had stood there for three hours. His opponent's belated arrival hadn't stirred his emotions. He knew this might be part of the enemy's plan—to make him agitated. Everyone knew the Japanese were a cunning people, willing to use any means necessary to defeat their opponent, even abandoning their dignity and principles as 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 attire—covered entirely in purplish-red, revealing only her eyes—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 that 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 in the distance, 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, that's where I was born." "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 for the first time. 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 an opponent. Given that the opponent 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 three-seven parting.
" "Roar!" Zi Yi unleashed his killing move, a technique that had killed countless times with a single blow, with zero experience of failure. Of course, this girl born in Higobashi, Osaka, was no exception. Like lightning, the sword shadows "thud thud thud!" landed on his opponent, as if struck by a million bolts of lightning. "I'm sorry, I can't agree. I think you'll at least have a few scars on your face."
But when Zi Yi leaped from mid-air onto the head of the Statue of Liberty, watching the defeated corpse fall on the north wind, he felt an unbearable sense of shame. The thing wrapped in the crimson ninja uniform was a piece of wood.
"Roar!" Zi Yi, an assassin who never revealed his emotions, roared wildly, still driven mad by being tricked. Japanese, female ninja, Osaka, Higo Bridge—I will slaughter you all without leaving a trace!
"Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap!" He strode excitedly up the arm of the Statue of Liberty. 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 better than I thought." Zi Yi was still a man willing to acknowledge his opponent's strength, and the female ninja was a girl who readily accepted praise: "Thank you, you're worse than I thought." "Is that so? You dishonest lady." Zi Yi leaped at her again; the battle was now decided. Even though she remained defiant, the female ninja couldn't deny the fact that her opponent was superior. Her right hand was bleeding, and she could barely grip her ninja sword. The move that seemed to have deftly dodged the lightning strike 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 the 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 stance, kicking his opponent, who had fallen like a kite with a broken string, onto the top of the goddess statue.
"Ugh..." The girl, slammed to the ground, groaned, only her eyes revealing a pained expression. It must have been very painful; even a Japanese ninja known for her endurance showed such an expression.
Zi Yi sheathed his sword at his waist and walked step by step to the girl who had collapsed to the ground. He squatted down and slowly pulled up her hood. This was an insult to a ninja, and the girl with her pure, short hair turned her head away, not wanting him to see her face. Zi Yi ran his fingers over her smooth cheek and breathed a sigh of relief, saying,
"Thank goodness, your face isn't hurt."
The female ninja ignored him. Zi Yi asked her last wish: "Where is Higo Bridge?" "Third ward, number 241," 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 Line subway. After getting off, walk for about five to ten minutes to Exit A12. Go straight up the stairs, turn left, and turn right after you see a 7-Eleven. 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 rather 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 boy in his teens.
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 budding 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 he 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 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 her vulva. The clean, barely visible slit of her vulva indicated 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 the loser had to accept.
"She's a virgin..." Zi Yi reached a barrier that hindered his progress. Without hesitation, he forcefully pierced her hymen, ignoring the tears welling in the girl's eyes from the pain. This didn't simply mean he was cold-blooded; 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. Even so, this was still the youngest girl he had ever touched.
"What's your name?" Zi Yi asked this question. Everyone knew that the humiliated 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 should not possess, and also the biggest mistake of this victor today.
"You...and you?" Zhenhong asked Ziyi, tears streaming down her face. He answered honestly as he thrust forcefully, "My name is Ziyi." "Ziyi...the first boy I ever had sex with...is named Ziyi..." Zhenhong repeated the boy's name, her innocent words making Ziyi laugh. But the next sentence was terrifyingly shocking: "And the last girl you ever had sex with...is named Zhenhong..." "What?" Ziyi was shocked, but what shocked him even more was that his penis, which had been moving smoothly, suddenly stopped. He remembered something: he had heard that Japanese female ninjas knew a kind of vaginal locking technique, able to clamp their opponent's organs with their vaginas to prevent them from moving.
"Didn't I say? You're the first boy I ever had sex with, but that doesn't mean my vagina is unused." Zhenhong's face held a triumphant smile, her eyes instantly turning blood red—an illusion!
"Secret Technique! True, Crimson, Flash!"
Zi Yi was incredibly surprised. As the girl finished reciting those six words, he felt an intense red light erupt before his eyes, enveloping him and blinding 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 eyes closed, he couldn't escape.
"Ugh!"
At the same time, the tightly gripped penis loosened, and Zi Yi instinctively lunged to the ground, grabbing his longsword and wildly swinging it through the air.
"Roar! Roar roar!"
The girl had vanished without a trace. She didn't dwell on killing him; she knew it was impossible with 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, whom he had 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, smiling—a smile for the girl who had captured his heart in that instant. He noticed 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 seem like distant eras to most people, appearing only in martial arts novels and period dramas. But in reality, they still exist today, lurking in the corners of society as organized groups.
And another little-known fact is that assassins and ninjas, these seemingly unrelated sects, actually have a long history of interaction. This interaction, in reality, is a struggle for the highest honor and status. Every ten years, both sects send their disciples to fight in one-on-one duels to determine the victor. Whoever can sever the opponent's head is the ultimate winner.
For an assassin and a ninja, this was not merely a personal victory, but a battle for national honor. Everyone was determined to win, not lose, but in any decisive battle, someone will always fall. No matter how hard one trains, there's always a chance of being beheaded as the loser.
However, this year's final battle ended in a draw; neither side claimed the other's head. This was an unexpected result. Zi Yi of the Chinese stealth school and Shinku Makuhari of Iga, Japan, though both young, were hailed as once-in-a-millennium talents. Everyone considered this battle a battle of the century, eagerly anticipating who would ultimately claim their lives.
Zi Yi returned to China and was diagnosed by a national-level physician as permanently colorblind. He had been struck at close range by a female ninja's illusion, causing the red in his eyes to disappear.
Another unfortunate event was that Zi Yi 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 too agitated by this. As a warrior, he was willing to risk his life at any time; this was just a trivial matter.
What pained him even more was that he had to abandon his identity as an assassin, which had once been more important than his own life.
"Ziyi, you must leave China immediately, go as far as you can." These were his master's words to Ziyi.
In today's pragmatic world, the duel between assassins and ninjas was no longer simply a contest of martial arts, but also a huge gamble. The wealthy had placed enormous bets on Ziyi, and he hadn't won. It was predictable that he would end up like the loser in a cricket fight, brutally used as a form of venting by its owner.
Ziyi was doomed, and he would die a horrible death.
"Leave? Where can I go? I'd rather die than leave my homeland." For Ziyi, this was more painful than death itself. As a warrior who took pride in being an assassin, he even considered ending his own life. It was his master's wife, who had cared for him since childhood, who spared his life.
"Ziyi, you must be patient. Assassins are no longer relevant today. You've suffered so much over the years. Promise your master's wife that from today onward, you will live your life well." To Ziyi, his master's wife was more important than his mother. She taught him to be an assassin, and she also taught him to be a man. His life belonged to her, and he would never disobey her.
"Master's wife, I'll listen to you, but where can I go?"
"Your master 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, Ziyi's master used his extensive connections to send him to Japan. Japan—he had been castrated by a Japanese woman, and now he was to become Japanese. This was undoubtedly the most ridiculous irony for Ziyi.
But after promising his master's wife that he would live well, Ziyi accepted. Under his master's arrangement, Ziyi moved to Japan, living a new life as Tang Jingguangling, a Japanese returnee.
Ziyi went abroad, and in his teens, 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 couldn't blow him down. Through unyielding efforts, he successfully integrated into his new life, and ten years later, he achieved success as a financial whiz.
In his early twenties, having accumulated considerable wealth, he decided to leave Japan. Although he didn't hate the country and had built his career there, the hatred he felt for the people who made him lose his manhood still prevented him from staying.
Because his mentor's wife had instructed him not to return to China, he chose Hong Kong, the closest place to his motherland, yet still another autonomous region. Zi Yi returned, back to a part of his hometown.
"Phew, it's still most comfortable in Chinese places." Zi Yi breathed in the fresh air of his homeland. Although living as a Japanese person was unpleasant, he no longer had any complaints.
Time can change everything. Today, the peaceful and talkative Tang Jingguangling was a completely different person from the ruthless Zi Yi of ten years ago. However, there was one thing Zi Yi had never been able to change: his disguise.
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 online games 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, "Please
, could you please keep it 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, "And you? You're reading a light novel. This is an office. Who reads novels here?" "Does reading a novel bother anyone? But your noise is inconvenient for everyone!" Zi Yi retorted angrily. 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 all of them. 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 Le Hong was 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 make him get 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 when she was 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 probably already guessed that Zhang Le Hong is the same person who fought Zi Yi to the death back then, Zhen Hong Mu Zhang. Like Zi Yi, she too was hiding in this Chinese territory, living 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 revenge.
Shinku Makuhari was doomed, and her death would be horrific.
"Leave? Where can I go? I'd rather die than leave my homeland." For Shinku Makuhari, this was more painful than death itself. 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 no longer relevant today. You've suffered so much over the years. Promise your master, from today onward, live your life well." Her master was more important to Shinku Makuhari 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." In the end, Makuhari's master's wife used her extensive connections to send her to Hong Kong, which is Chinese territory. She had been raped by a Chinese man, and now she was to become Chinese. This was undoubtedly the most ridiculous irony for Makuhari.
But after promising her master that she would live a good life, Makuhari accepted. Under her master's wife's arrangement, she moved to Hong Kong and started a new life as Zhang Lehong, a returned overseas Chinese.
We won't delve too much 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 who later regret their actions, Zi Yi blurted out impulsive words.
"Hmm!" Like most women who spend most of their lives waiting to hear this one sentence, Le Hong nodded immediately.
Zi Yi and Le Hong got married, and this sexless couple lived a happy and fulfilling life. However, like most men who never know their wives' true faces until their death, Zhang Le Hong had another secret that Zi Yi didn't know: disguise.
As a Japanese ninja, being known for one's true face was no different from being killed. Ninjas had killed countless people and were always prepared to be killed. Never revealing one's true face was a rule that Zhen Hong Mu Zhang had to follow from the first day she embarked on this path.
Even the master who personally taught her the Yin-Locking Technique had not seen Zhen Hong Mu Zhang's true face since she was four years old. Only one person in the world had seen it, and that was the boy who insulted her. She didn't disguise herself that day because Zhen Hong Mu Zhang didn't consider that she, a noble person from the Land of the Rising Sun, would lose to a lowly Chinese person. Letting her opponent know the true face of the person who was going to kill her before she was killed was a kind of respect she believed in.
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 bit."
Zi Yi and Le Hong were a married couple, but they had never seen each other naked. Every man wants to display his masculine prowess in front of his lover, and doesn't want his wife to see his limp penis, especially since Zi Yi's was purely for urination and could never get an erection.
The reason Le Hong never showed her husband her naked body was because of her fake breasts. No matter how realistic or bouncy they looked, fake breasts were still fake. The skin texture and human body temperature couldn't be imitated; a single rub in the hand would immediately reveal the truth.
Fortunately, Zi Yi wasn't a fan of large breasts. Ever since he saw the slightly protruding breasts on the female ninja, he was convinced that this subtle curve was the most beautiful aspect of the female body. He loved his wife, but undeniably, Zhang Le Hong's large breasts weren't his cup of tea. He knew this was wrong of his wife, but he couldn't even muster the desire to touch her.
"I'm going to sleep now, don't stay up too late."
"Okay, goodnight."
Zi Yi lived as a Japanese man, and like most Japanese families, he and his wife slept in separate rooms. They had never even tried sleeping 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, Zi Yi and Le Hong would still reminisce about those extraordinary days.
"Honey, I'm going to play mahjong with my girlfriends tonight, I'll be back late." "Okay, win as much as you can." When he received his wife's call about her late return, Zi Yi 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 to be allowed to breathe some fresh air in the outside world.
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 him perfectly. 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 were equally surprised. 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 each other 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 were long gone, but the two pairs of eyes staring at each other still held a deadly resentment.
'You raped my man!'
'You castrated my woman!'
Zi Yi brought up the battle of years past, saying in Chinese, "I never imagined that Japanese ninjas would so easily abandon their dignity as warriors." Makuhari Shinku replied in Japanese, "Dignity means nothing to a ninja. For the sake of my goal, I can give up everything. According to ninja rules, if a ninja loses a decisive battle, their entire clan must bear the 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 said, his tone flippant.
Undoubtedly, this night had to end with the death of one side. Makuhari Shinku continued in Japanese, "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 your 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 generally more concerned with their appearance." "Sorry for the 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 ten years later?
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 she felt after being raped.
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 locking 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 art of genital locking, completely devoid of any lust.
But at this moment, this organ, which even her husband had never shown her, sent a strange shock through Masahiro Shinku, as if she were seeing a man for the first time today.
At the same time, a surge of fluid, like a raging tide, coursed deep within her, a sensation she had never felt before, crashing against her closed opening. She touched it—it was wet! Completely wet. Good heavens, when did it turn into a pond?
And she wasn't the only one in disbelief. Just as Ziyi was about to admit he had been rendered impotent, he too was shocked by his first erection in ten years, and one he had never felt 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 heightened arousal.
The two stared at each other in stunned silence for a moment, their focus fixed on the erect, thick member. Masahiro Shinku 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 hatred blazed in the female ninja's eyes. 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, Shinku Makuhari managed to remain calm even in such a shocking moment. 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 heaven and wanting to die.
"Hey, you should feel the pain I felt that day now, 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, "Me? I don't know how." "Don't know? Haven't you done it 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 buttocks." "Like this? Oh, this feels so strange..." "
Strange, but it feels good, right?"
Shinku Makuhari nodded, her face flushed, "It does feel a little good..." "
Then keep moving, lift three times and then lower once, it feels even better."
"Is that so? Oh, it really does!"
"Really what?"
"It feels so good..."
"Then move faster, it'll feel even better."
"Mmm!"
Shinku Makuhari frantically thrust her hips up and down, the continuous pleasure making her unable to stop, and the sensitivity of her penis, which hadn't ejaculated for ten years, was beyond Zi Yi's imagination. The female ninja was moving 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 so good... Stop... I can't stop..."
"I'm going to cum, waah! Waah! 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 her 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 that penis that made him feel so good, he was still a little reluctant. A warrior always has his dignity: "Alright, you must have been rusty for a long time. It wouldn't be honorable for me to win like this. I'll give you a week to train hard, and then we'll have a final showdown!" Zi Yi was shocked: "A whole week?" Zhen Hong Mu Zhang also felt that the time was a bit long, and covered his cheeks with his hands, asking: "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 now, please get some rest."
"Sweet dreams, tomorrow it's 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 disappeared.
Zi Yi breathed a sigh of relief, unable to believe what had happened tonight. He had actually encountered 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 swiftly flew back to his home through the wall, donning the human skin mask before his wife returned and putting 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 pubic hair perfectly concealed.
"Honey, I'm home."
"How did the game go? Did you win any money?"
"I won! A resounding victory! We beat three opponents, 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—the alteration of their voices—was flawless.
No one recognized each other as their former adversaries in their fierce battle.
It was an unexpected night; the long-awaited erection and arousal gave Zi Yi and Le Hong a glimmer of hope that they might regain their manhood and womanhood. While showering, he tried to tease his penis, yearning to display his virility again, but alas, it remained as listless as ever, like a powerless rope. She tried to caress her vulva, hoping to reopen her flower path as before, but it remained locked tight, like a stone wall without a key.
It was a demon within her; it seemed she couldn't escape this demon until she completely dealt with that person. The two 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 we watch TV. It's the finale tonight." "Yes, we definitely won't miss it." Just like every night, Ziyi and Lehong were always sweet and warm. Seeing their loving partner, and remembering what they had done with someone else, they both felt ashamed. They resolved to resolve the matter tomorrow and treat their loved one well forever, never to return to the bloody past.
Once upon a time, Ziyi had considered confessing everything to Lehong, but he realized it was impossible.
This girl was the kind of delicate woman who wouldn't even kill an ant; if she knew his hands were covered in blood, he certainly wouldn't accept it. I love Le Hong. For her, I'm willing to wear a mask forever to protect the one I love most.
Similarly, Zhen Hong Mu Zhang had considered confessing everything to Tang Jing Guang Ling, but realized it was impossible. This big boy is the kind of good man who wouldn't even step on a cockroach; he definitely wouldn't accept knowing his hands were covered in blood. I love Guang Ling. For him, I'm willing to wear a mask forever to protect the one I love most.
"Honey, Jia Li and the others said they want revenge, and they asked 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 determination, Zi Yi knew he still wouldn't win against his opponent today, but as a man of his word, he still decided to fight.
He put on his invisibility cloak and jumped to the top floor without hesitation. The female ninja was already waiting.
"Good day."
"Good evening."
"Are you confident today?"
"It's hard to say."
"You've become more humble."
"Time makes people mature."
"Then please guide me tonight as well."
"Thank you for your care, and please give my regards to my family."
After yesterday's defeat, Zi Yi learned from his mistakes. He knew that it was impossible to regain his former fighting strength in one day, so he used a trick: flying!
"Whoosh!"
Seeing the assassin riding on the clouds, the female ninja looked up and laughed, "I've finally witnessed Chinese lightness skills today." With a pull, a kite shaped like a canvas unfurled from her back, and the crimson-clad Zhang chased after it. Zi Yi smiled slyly. What kind of ninjutsu relies on tools? Once I'm in the sky, this is my world. Let's see the flying master's strength!
Zi Yi was so confident because he came prepared. Before coming up, he had checked the weather forecast. It would be a northeasterly wind, cloudy, with occasional scattered showers. This weather was completely unsuitable for flying kites, and knowing the wind direction made it impossible for the opponent to hide. Sure enough, judging by the wind, the sword fell, instantly tearing a hole in the canvas, and the female ninja fell from the height: "Ah!" Zi Yi, who had anticipated this, flew to the other side 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 you promised to tie my hair up." Zi Yi said fairly, "I took advantage of the weather, so my victory was not honorable. Let's just humiliate each other and be done with it." "Okay!" The two returned to the rooftop and eagerly took off each other's clothes, including their hoods. This was the first time in ten years that they had exposed their true faces to others. Looking at Zhen Hong Mu Zhang's beautiful face, Zi Yi said in a daze, "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?" Shinku Makuhari lowered her head shyly. She knew she deeply loved Kōryō, but without a doubt, this was her true preference.
Following his gaze down her shoulder, Zi Yi saw the two pink nipples on her small chest again after many years, almost moved to tears: "Pink nipples are prettier." Shinku Makuhari 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!" Shinku Makuhari stuck out her tongue in dissatisfaction.
That day, Shinku Makuhari 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 involved destroying the enemy's retinas with an extremely bright light while their genitals were locked by the Yin-Locking Technique. At that time, Shinku Makuhari thought she had failed because she hadn't blinded Zi Yi, but little did she know it wasn't entirely ineffective. She just didn't know that Zi Yi had become colorblind because of her.
Shinkuma Hari, not to be outdone, caressed the erect male member. So thick? So long? This is a real man. I'm sorry, Hikari, I love you, but you really can't give me this.
"I can't wait any longer, shall we do it, Shinkuma?"
"So, today, will you be on top or I will be on top?"
"How about we try both
?" "Aren't you being greedy?
" "Don't you
want to?" "Yes!"
Zi Yi finally understood the reason for his loss of sexual ability: blood! The rush of blood from slaughter aroused him, but how could he be excited when he couldn't even see the color of blood?
Of course, not being able to see the tender nipples and the pink of the vulva was also a key point.
Losing the red was equivalent to losing his manhood; only this Shinkuma Hari could remind him that he was a man.
"Roar! Roar! Roar roar!"
Zi Yi galloped, recklessly reclaiming his masculine dignity within Shinkuma Hari'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: "When you're really enjoying it, you'll produce a lot of fluid, sometimes even squirting." Of course, he wouldn't stop, thrusting wildly dozens of times. Poor Zhen Hong, who had never experienced anything like this before, 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, ejaculated along with her. They made love twice that day, returning home satisfied, and even agreed to a rematch the next day.
"Ah! Ah! So good! Harder! Thrust all the way in!"
"Look at you, you were saying you were ashamed yesterday, and today you want me to go all out! 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 of their incompatible sex life.
"Is your husband good?"
"Good! Much better than you!" " If he's
good, why are you still cheating?"
"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 looking for someone else?" "Men are all lustful, aren't they?" This kind of life lasted for half a year. After one of their illicit affairs, Zhenhong said worriedly, "Ziyi, I think... I'm pregnant..." Men are most afraid of hearing their mistresses say such things. Ziyi instinctively wanted to shirk responsibility: "Really? Is it your husband's?" "I don't know... anything is possible..." Zhenhong always kept her husband's impotence a secret and didn't say that they had never slept together.
"That's good, congratulations."
"Just congratulations? What if it's yours?"
"Then let your husband support you, he won't know anyway."
"Aren't you being vulgar?!"
"By the way, if you get pregnant, you can ejaculate inside me, let's do it again."
"You've always ejaculated inside me, haven't you?"
The truth will always come out. Knowing that her lover would never take responsibility, Makuhari knew she had to find a solution herself. One day, she found an opportunity to say to her husband, "Honey, I want a... baby." "A baby? But we..." "I know, but Mom keeps asking about it lately, and if I don't get pregnant soon, everyone will suspect something." As a Japanese ninja who was adopted at a young age, Makuhari obviously didn't have a Chinese mother, but to avoid arousing Ziyi's suspicion, she found a former colleague's mother to act as her mother. Occasionally, she and her husband would visit her parents' home and give them some money for household expenses. The actress who didn't have to do anything and had an income was happy to take on minor roles.
"Yeah, is there any way?"
"Hmm, Ziying said last time that some hospitals offer IVF, why don't we try it?" "Great, I also want to be a dad, how about I go with you to ask the doctor tomorrow?" "I... I can go by myself, you're busy with work, and after we have a baby, the dad's responsibility will be greater, so you'll have to work hard." "Yeah, I'll try my best. 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, and if it's a girl, I'll name her Mizuho, okay?" "Why are they all bank names?" "I'm just going along with you, Guangling sounds like Mitsubishi Bank, so I hope the child will earn a lot of money like her dad." "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 becoming a father, Lehong felt a huge weight lifted from her shoulders. And after Zhenhong stopped asking him to take responsibility for the bastard 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 initial plan, Ziyi named them Ruihui and Meidou, the same in Japanese but different in Chinese characters, both cute and delicate names.
During her postpartum 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 the thought of her husband's thick, long penis... oh dear, why am I 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 child 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 pent-up resentment on her opponent. But a woman's physical strength after childbirth is nothing compared to her teenage years. Today, Shinku Makuhari couldn'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 extreme?" "Yes!" What surprised Shinku the most was that her libido after childbirth was actually stronger than when she was a woman. People say that having children leads to 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, Zhen Hong Mu Zhang never told Zi Yi that she had given birth to twins, and she didn't even mention their names. Besides being angry at the man's irresponsibility, she also knew he was a ruthless assassin, and she didn't want the hatred of the previous generation to affect the next. Her daughter's peaceful life as a bank president was a small wish for Le Hong as a mother.
As for Zi Yi, of course, he would never bring up the possibility that the children were his. He already had two to raise and didn't want any more complications.
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. Ruihui and Meidou began to grow into beautiful young women. Before their periods, their biggest question was: why did their mother often go to play mahjong, and why did their father go to cool off every day?
Finally, one day, they couldn't resist anymore and each of them followed one of their parents to see what they were doing. As warriors, the two sisters were highly skilled, managing to leap around the exterior wall of a building while dangling from their parents without being detected. They figured they could put up a fight during a family dispute.
However, they discovered a shocking secret about their parents: they were actually a perverted couple who loved role-playing!
"Big sister, what is role-playing?" Meidou was still quite innocent. Ruihui explained, "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. Is it like when we use magic wands to pretend to be magical girls?" "Something like that." "Haha, I didn't expect adults to like playing that." "Also, remember not to tell us we saw what they did on the rooftop." Ruihui blushed and warned. The ten-year-old girl already knew what it was, but her younger sister was quite innocent: "It's like wrestling, right?" "Actually, it's not wrestling. Oh, I'm not telling you anymore. You'll understand in a while." "Understand what? Big sister, tell me?" "I'm not telling you anymore. Go watch TV." "What is it? Tell me, tell me."
Another thing Ruihui was embarrassed to tell her younger sister was that her mother's big breasts were actually fake. At only ten years old, she was thinking that if she unfortunately inherited her mother's small breasts in the future, she would have to get two pairs of fake breasts too. Everyone knows that a woman's breast size determines her life. Your life will
reflect your breasts. That night, Flying Master and Crimson Makuhari clashed again on the rooftop. The disguises of the Chinese stealth assassin and the Japanese Iga ninja were so exquisite that they would never reveal their true identities.
"Ah! Ah! So thick! Harder! Inside too!"
"Huff! Huff! How come you're still so tight after having a child?"
"I know the Yin-Locking Technique, as tight as I want!"
"No wonder! You're still like a virgin after ten years of fucking!"
"If it's good, fuck it more! Ah! Ah! So comfortable! Deeper!" In the end, Zi Yi's colorblindness was not cured. He could only see red on the female ninja's body and could only get an erection with her.
Crimson Makuhari also stopped using illusion magic. Recently, she was more interested in studying the art of seduction 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, otherwise why would 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 she be willing to let you fuck her for another ten years? Ah?
Ah? Harder? Is it itchy inside? Do you want it inside too?"
"So 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?" "I told you this isn't wrestling." "Then what is it? You still haven't told me."
"Let's not talk about that. They're almost done. Let's go home and watch TV." "You're always like this. Just tell me already! Tell me, tell me, sister!" Postscript: This year's writing festival was more difficult than any previous year for me. Each season had a theme, which indirectly shortened the writing time. Well, honestly, three months was enough to finish, but that's no excuse. I abandoned my first story, "Marriage," halfway through for some reason. The second one was surprisingly "Red."
"Marriage" is a broad topic, but "Red" basically has nothing to do with it except color, and it can't be used as a verb. I think it's very difficult to fit the theme. Just having the word "Red" in the heroine's name doesn't seem to make much sense.
My first idea was "colorblindness," but even that alone is incredibly difficult to conceive a story from scratch. I initially considered a colorblind male protagonist meeting a female protagonist with blue blood, an alien, but who would read that?
And "red" couldn't be used to connect the entire story; it would just be one of its traits.
In the end, I decided against it. I won't challenge myself with anything difficult; I'll just write a ridiculously silly, nonsensical story. The advantage of this is that it doesn't require much brainpower, it's easy and enjoyable, a million times more fun than anything like Xueyi or Xiaolian. I don't care if the readers enjoy it, at least the author is happy.
More than competing, I'm curious which master can truly write a story that fits the theme of "red." Let's wait and see.

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