City Hunter policewoman Yako's tragic and decadent life as a slave

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Chapter 1: Telephone Dispute (Part 1)

On the stairs leading to Platform 13, a young and beautiful woman in a business suit hurriedly ran up the steps. She was between 26 and 28 years old, very beautiful; no one would disagree that she was a stunning beauty. Her face, as beautiful as an idol actress's, was flushed, and she was panting heavily. As she ran, she looked around, and suddenly, she saw a black leather bag on a trash can not far ahead.

Her cherry-blossom lips were tightly pursed, and her devilish body, no less beautiful than her pretty face, leaped towards the trash can. She grabbed the bag and ran towards the tram that was about to depart, but was blocked by the station staff at the door.

"Excuse me, is this your bag?" Before the staff member could finish speaking, a black object suddenly appeared before her eyes—a police officer's badge, updated a few years ago with an American influence.

"On official business, get out of the way!" She glared fiercely at the staff member, and after he hurriedly moved aside, she jumped into the carriage, the door closing slowly behind her. The tram started moving, and she sat down in a seat near the door. Immediately, her legs felt heavy and leaden, and she had no strength left to stand up. She had actually run over 30 kilometers to get on the tram. Her name was Nogami Saeko, an elite detective in the Metropolitan Police Department.

The incident began a week earlier when a group of terrorists carrying biological weapons plotted to attack an aircraft carrier at a US military base on Okinawa, en route to the Middle East. Fortunately, the US military intercepted intelligence beforehand and captured the terrorists. However, shortly afterward, the seized biological weapons mysteriously disappeared.

The silver briefcase contained four 500cc sealed containers filled with a highly infectious hemorrhagic fever virus.

Initially, the US military did not inform the Japanese government or judicial authorities but conducted a covert investigation.

However, the thief of the biological weapons preemptively exposed the incident to the media before the Japanese government and police could learn of it. Furthermore, the thief sent photos of the briefcase and the sealed containers to the media and strongly appealed to the public to protest the entry of biological weapons into Japan.

For days, the media relentlessly criticized the Prime Minister for blindly following the US in dispatching Self-Defense Forces to Iraq. The judiciary was in chaos, and the Self-Defense Forces were on high alert across the country. Even in this dire situation, the Metropolitan Police Department refused to provide intelligence to the US military, citing its inability to determine the characteristics, number, or motives of the perpetrators. The US military viewed this as retaliation by the Japanese government, but the Metropolitan Police Department had its own hidden difficulties.

While informing the media, the perpetrators also mailed a package to the Metropolitan Police Department's Special Investigation Headquarters. Inside, besides photos of the biological weapons released to the media, was a letter and a mobile phone.

The letter stated: "Give the phone to Inspector Nogami Saeko, Deputy Director of the Metropolitan Police Department's Special Investigation Headquarters. She must obey my orders. If she disobeys or doesn't answer the phone, I will cut off all communication with you, and I cannot guarantee what will happen to the biological weapons afterward."

The Special Investigation Headquarters, unprepared for the perpetrators' sinister intentions and facing the critical situation, had no choice but to comply, instructing Saeko to take the phone and obey the perpetrators' orders.

The perpetrator used a voice changer during the call, giving instructions to Yako in a voice whose gender and age were indistinguishable. Yako followed the perpetrator's instructions, running back and forth in Tokyo, and was then ordered to board a designated train. At that moment, the perpetrator told Yako, "You're excellent; I've noticed you for a while. My purpose this time is to get revenge on the police, and on you." Before coming, the perpetrator ordered the Special Investigation Headquarters not to allow Yako to carry tracking devices, communicators, hidden microphones, weapons, or a personal mobile phone, and specifically stated that she should not be followed or protected. To prevent the situation from escalating, the Special Investigation Headquarters had no choice but to agree to his demands, leaving Yako isolated and helpless.

Where was the perpetrator monitoring her? Her phone only had receiving capabilities; she couldn't contact headquarters for help or receive instructions. Yako had no choice but to obey the perpetrator's orders.

The phone's indicator light came on. "Do you remember me?" Yako remained silent. She had arrested dozens of criminals, and if you added their friends, relatives, and other related people, the number would be even greater. How could she possibly remember them all, especially since the criminals were using voice changers?

"Hmph... Open your purse, there's a pair of tweezers on top. Take it to the toilet, go through the second door!" Suppressing her unease, Yako took the tweezers from her purse and went into the toilet deep inside the carriage. When she pushed open the second door, she was filled with panic. A camera was fixed on a tripod, the lens pointed at the toilet seat.

"Put one foot on the toilet seat, spread your legs in front of the camera, and then, while maintaining that position, pluck all your pubic hair. If there's even one left, hmph..." "No, that's too insulting, no..." Yako roared into the phone.

"Don't get excited! If you don't obey orders, this ends here. But, Yako, are you sure you'd do that?" Yako was stunned by his words. Those stolen biological weapons, conservatively estimated, would kill at least half of the Japanese.

"So? Pull it out or not?" Yako's face was flushed red with shame. She made up her mind to sacrifice herself and agree to his request. "I, I'll pull it out, I'll pull it out..." Her left leg slowly stepped onto the toilet seat. The bright light from the upper right illuminated her face and crotch clearly.

"Okay, then hurry up and pull it out!" As soon as she finished speaking, the phone was cut off. The humiliation lessened slightly. Her right hand trembled as she held the tweezers and moved them towards her crotch. A pubic hair was pulled out.

"Ugh! Ugh! Oh..." A sharp pain shot through her thigh. There was no time. The tram would reach its final stop in less than an hour.

"Ugh... Oh... It hurts, ugh... Ugh... It hurts, it hurts..." Tears streamed down her face as Yako endured the excruciating pain and pulled out the pubic hair between her legs. Fortunately, she loves swimming and often goes to the beauty salon for pubic hair removal. Her pubic hair isn't very thick, so it should be done quickly. After

all the pubic hair between her thighs was plucked, Yako wiped away her tears and walked out of the bathroom, but the devil's phone started vibrating in her hand again.

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