Romantic Young Master [Complete] - 30

Chapter 51 ◆ Mysterious Flying Rods

Two of the members were Western Caucasians, one of whom was a woman. Among the five Asian men, there was also a woman, but I guessed she was Japanese.

This was probably a highly confidential matter of the US-Japan military cooperation—the Caucasian woman in the superhuman team

had a massive, robust physique no less impressive than King Kong. She was currently holding a miniature machine gun, clearly custom-made for her, but for her size, it still looked like a toy in a child's hands. I didn't know her name or nickname, so let's call her "American Mother King Kong."

The other white man was thin and bespectacled, his pale skin suggesting sleep deprivation. But to underestimate him would be a mistake. He was piloting a colossal machine with eight mechanical legs and eight solid wheels, like a NASA lander a dozen times larger, ready to be sent to Mars. However, while landers are equipped with scientific research and exploration instruments, this machine monster was armed with a multitude of weapons: two massive anti-aircraft rapid-fire cannons; several missile launchers for various purposes; a self-loading 188mm cannon; a flamethrower; a mine-laying device; and two remotely controlled aircraft, one large and one small, resembling US drones, perched atop the machine, ready to be launched for reconnaissance and early warning, the larger one even carrying offensive weapons. Hidden in a secret compartment at the bottom of the machine were five smaller, remotely controlled machines of different sizes and purposes, presumably for navigating confined spaces inaccessible to the giant machine. As for several other special devices, I couldn't discern their purpose. I'll just call him "The Machine Maniac."

The Japanese woman was beautiful, but also very cold, not only because of her strange, tight-fitting combat suit, but also because of her makeup: black lip gloss, purple pointed nails, and a brightly colored flower painted on her right cheek. Her disdainful, nonchalant expression made her proudly distance herself from the other six. I couldn't discern any of her abilities, so I'd call her "Lone Beauty" for now. I'll definitely test her coldness and aloofness under my precious darling someday.

The other four Japanese men were: a short man with a special alloy Japanese short sword concealed under each arm, the kind used for seppuku; a large, fat man, like a sumo wrestler, who carried no weapons; an old man dressed as a ninja; and a somewhat effeminate pretty boy, clutching a Japanese folding fan and frequently striking poses. I'll call them "Little Japanese," "Sumo Wrestler," "Old Ninja," and "Pervert," respectively. Not knowing their abilities, I dared not underestimate them.

Strategically, I still despise them. I believe I could slaughter them instantly if I wanted to, but I really want to see their true capabilities. I suspect this isn't the full strength of the US and Japan. Either they're hiding it, or my unintentional disruption last night genuinely distracted them, or the cunning Americans won't expose their true strength to foreign powers. So, the two Americans here are just minor figures putting on a show for the Japanese.

But I don't care. Those hateful Americans have imprisoned her here with telekinesis, forcing her to do things against her will. So, whether they're big or small figures, they all have to go to hell.

The seven people were immediately shocked when they saw the burning weapons and the gruesome deaths of the Japanese Self-Defense Force soldiers in the ravine. At the same time, they cautiously looked around, on high alert.

The "Machine Maniac" immediately launched a remote-controlled drone to search for suspicious targets. Simultaneously, machine gun ammunition was loaded, several missiles were placed in their launch positions, an armor-piercing round was loaded into the cannon barrel, and even the flamethrower nozzle ignited with blue flames. The machine's internal radar and infrared instruments were also activated, conducting a detailed, all-around scan. The

"Old Ninja" immediately disappeared into the shadows, blending into the surrounding environment.

"American Mother Kong," carrying a mini-machine gun, boldly led the way, roaring and shouting ahead of everyone.

"Little Japan," however, flashed into the base entrance, only peeking out cautiously, seemingly as fast as Lu Liu.

The "Sumo Wrestler" and the "Pervert" were also quite clever, hiding behind the machine monsters.

Only "Lone Beauty" stood gracefully in place, tense but even colder and more sinister.

In addition, several self-propelled artillery vehicles and remote-controlled machine cars equipped with machine guns drove out of the base; their operators, of course, were all inside the base.

I drew closer, rounding the mountain pass to enter the valley where I could see the gate to the "Temple" base.

It was my turn again. I unleashed my inner energy, instantly sealing "American Mother Vajra's" pressure points. Then, manipulating her body, I swiftly turned and opened fire on "Old Ninja" and "Little Japanese."

Caught off guard, "Old Ninja" was instantly riddled with bullets. "Little Japanese," quick as lightning, dodged the relentless barrage of deadly bullets.

The next second, "Little Japanese" was already close to "American Mother Vajra," a dagger slicing across her throat, blood gushing out, but it didn't splatter on the retreating "Little Japanese."

Then, "American Mother Vajra" slowly and unwillingly collapsed, her massive body slamming into the ground with a considerable tremor.

The others, however, were stunned and speechless.

Just then, my true energy suddenly severed the spinal nerves of "Little Japanese." Terrified, he tried to struggle and cry for help, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as the "American Mother King Kong" mini-machine gun on the ground slowly raised its muzzle, firing a series of bullets that appeared incredibly slow to him. He couldn't move at all, and could only watch helplessly as the bullets flew closer, pierced his body, and exploded from behind him—one after another, so many, so painful. It felt like being riddled with bullets. Worst of all, his neck was also broken, and he suffered excruciating pain as he fell to the ground before finally dying.

The enraged "Sumo Wrestler" emerged from behind the machine monster and roared at the "American Mother King Kong" on the ground. The "American Mother King Kong's" body immediately exploded into pieces, scattering in all directions. It turned out he had a sonic boom-like ability, capable of killing with sound waves, and it was directional; otherwise, those around him would have been doomed too.

Alright, now that I know your abilities, you can go ahead. You're no match for me anyway, it's just a pity for these descendants of the Atlanteans. I used the same method to control the "Machine Madman" again. After a short observation, I roughly knew how to operate this machine monster.

The machine monster suddenly turned, its cold, hard steel body smashing into the "Sumo Wrestler," sending him crashing heavily to the ground ten meters away. The "Sumo Wrestler" suffered several broken bones and severe internal injuries, dying instantly! Alas! Who told him he didn't have the agility and speed of the "Japanese"?

Then the machine monster unleashed a barrage of fire on the self-propelled artillery and remote-controlled machine guns scattered around, turning them into scrap metal before continuing to fire into the base. What a magnificent toy! Fun! Powerful and fierce! It perfectly satisfies humanity's destructive urges!

Meanwhile, "Lonely Beauty" had already hidden behind a boulder.

Only the effeminate "pervert" suddenly jumped onto the robotic monster from the side, flirting with the "machine maniac" through the bulletproof glass. It turned out he possessed mind-hypnosis, somewhat like my "Soul-Stealing Technique," but it was ineffective against the now-puppet "machine maniac."

Sure enough, the robotic monster's flamethrower turned and aimed at the "pervert," whooshing out flames. Unable to escape, the "pervert" was immediately engulfed in flames, screaming as he fell from the robotic monster. In an animated film, he would have simply been a black dot, but this was reality, so he only struggled a few times before heading to hell, smelling burnt.

Then, the "machine maniac" screamed and flew out of my toy, landing heavily on the ground, unconscious.

At this point, only "Lonely Fragrance" was still safe.

The car I was in also rounded a bend and entered the valley.

The car slowly came to a stop at the base entrance.

I led Yako out of the car, the little female dog following obediently behind.

"Halt! Who are you?" "Gu Fang" emerged from behind the boulder, staring at me coldly.

"Tourists, prostitutes, and pets!" I replied with a smile. Judging from her behavior of only hiding behind the boulder, I was certain she wasn't a psychic who could control objects like telekinesis. Of course, I wasn't arrogant and unguarded.

"Oh! Is that so? Then am I worthy to approach you?" Gu Fang suddenly became alluring, her smile and words sending me a series of seductive glances.

This made me even more cautious, secretly forming two thick, compressed protective shields of true energy around myself, isolating all air, even sound. But I could hear Gu Fang's heartbeat through the true energy, and the true energy surrounding her could subdue her at any moment. As for my words, "That'll have to be tested to find out. I wonder if you can be this alluring in bed," they were transmitted to her ears through true energy.

“Alright! Come here! We…hehe…” Gu Fang laughed coquettishly, provocatively and gently stroking her breasts, feigning sexual hunger.

Huh? A scent was rapidly being secreted from her body, and the hormones supplying it were also increasing dramatically.

The scent quickly spread into the air.

Upon contact with this scent while unconscious, the “Machine Madman” experienced rapid breathing and alveolar lesions within seconds. Three seconds later, her violently beating heart, unable to withstand the intense pounding, caused her ventricles to burst. A few seconds later, the blood inside the Machine Madman began to decompose and rot. A minute later, she had turned into a bloody mess, leaving only a skeleton.

The already dead “Little Japanese,” “Sumo Wrestler,” “Old Ninja,” “Pervert,” and the surrounding Japanese corpses decomposed two minutes slower than the “Machine Madman,” suggesting that breathing and blood flow accelerated the spread of the poison.

Who would have thought she was a super-toxic person!

At this moment, "Gu Fang" stared at me in shock, surprised that her poison had no effect on us, and wisely tried to escape!

How could I let her escape under my nose? I immediately subdued her and tied her to the "machine monster." At the same time, I led Yako and the little female dog into the base. As for the poison gas outside, I didn't need to bother with it.

Fearing that the Japanese might attack me, I wantonly destroyed the wiring and power systems in the underground base and ruthlessly slaughtered all the American and Japanese personnel inside, because I didn't believe there were any innocent outsiders here.

The base was instantly a river of blood. All kinds of instruments, equipment, and control devices stopped working due to the loss of power. But because of this, the strange room that I had dreamed of, which imprisoned psychic power, revealed its true form. The extremely complex room deep underground was like a beehive, containing both withered and excited psychic power. It seemed that the strange room had a restraining effect on psychic power.

Nianli indeed resembled Teacher Li Jingna, but was definitely more beautiful. She possessed a tall, graceful model's figure, a slender and exquisitely beautiful curve, flawless, snow-white skin, and an ethereal, otherworldly beauty. Now, coupled with her tormented, haggard, and frail appearance, she was truly pitiful and heartbreaking. Her burning excitement was undoubtedly due to some despicable act by the Japanese—I suspect it was an aphrodisiac—which gave Nianli a fiery, alluring sensuality.

The reason for Nianli's haggard appearance was probably that she hadn't eaten for several days. It wasn't that the Japanese were withholding food, but rather that Nianli didn't want to eat, as there were many untouched liquid foods in the room, only one or two of which had been opened. This indicated that Nianli was on a hunger strike, suggesting she knew there was something wrong with the food. Nianli's heightened lust suggested that the US and Japanese military were using aphrodisiacs or similar drugs on her.

Logically, the US and Japanese military wouldn't go to such lengths. While Nianli was undeniably beautiful, her beauty was insignificant compared to the importance of the research. There's only one possibility: the US and Japanese militaries wanted to conduct some kind of research, and Nen refused to cooperate, hence this treatment. Hmm! That guess makes sense.

Alright, let's rescue Nen quickly; she can't hold on much longer.

I immediately smashed up the special room and teleported Nen up there. At the same time, I whispered in her ear, "Hello! I'm King Kong's friend, I've come to rescue you."

Nen, who had been incessantly touching her chest, immediately woke up and weakly said, "Thank you! You...you are...the person I met when I asked for help?" Then she quickly covered herself with her clothes.

"Yes!" I was secretly surprised. So meeting in a dream wasn't one-sided; the mysterious spiritual realm was indeed incredible.

"You need to be careful of the Japanese psychic 'Great God'! He's also a psychic."

"Is he very powerful?"

"He wasn't that great before, but since passing through this room and absorbing a lot of my spiritual energy, I'm afraid his power is now above mine." Nen felt much better under my true energy guidance.

"Oh! He should still be in Narita. How are you feeling?" I was a little disappointed that I couldn't fight the "Great God," but I was sure there would be another chance to meet.

"Much better! Thank you!"

"You're welcome. I'll bring you up now and find a quiet place for you to recover."

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" I quickened my pace in moving her. Although the doors were powerless to open, I used my overwhelming true energy to open those that could be opened mechanically and destroy those that couldn't. Although this consumed a lot of true energy, it was worth it for the sake of my mental power.

Finally, after I channeled my mental power into the elevator, the backup power brought her to me.

By this time, I had already returned to my original form, otherwise I would have had to explain my appearance. As for the little bitch and Masako, I deliberately had them wait in the outer room.

Psychic flew into my arms, its arms outstretched. The moment it entered my embrace, it clung tightly to my neck, scrutinizing me, murmuring, "It really is my Prince Charming! I'm so happy." Overwhelmed with joy, it kissed my face, finally sealing its lips with mine.

While we were being affectionate, I didn't forget we were still in the Demon's Lair and needed to leave as quickly as possible. It wasn't that I was afraid of the Japanese and Americans, but Psychic definitely needed to eat and rest properly. Besides, I couldn't be so arrogant as to ignore its warning! So, while carrying Psychic quickly towards the base's exit, I secretly gathered all the usable explosives in the base and placed them around the nuclear reactor deep underground, setting it to detonate in 10 minutes.

Psychic continued to whisper tenderly to me, "My dear, from now on I am yours! I will love you dearly, never leave you, and be your obedient little woman..."

I was deeply moved, so I continuously channeled my inner energy to alleviate the torment caused by the aphrodisiac, and of course, strengthening her constitution was of paramount importance. "Really? My dearest little darling, from now on I will never allow anyone to bully you!" I said, and kissed her. How could I not cherish such a beautiful person after all my hard work?

After a while, our lips parted, and Nianli, panting, said with a flushed face, "Darling, I still don't know your name?"

I chuckled, "My name is Hua Ruilong, I'm a friend of Jin Gang and the others."

"How are Jin Gang and the others?"

"They're doing great. They've all resumed their free lives and are in Beijing.

" "How come they're in Beijing?" Nianli asked, puzzled.

"I'll tell you the details later. Now, tell me how you're feeling?"

"So hungry! And..." Nianli blushed shyly, hugging me tightly and snuggling closer.

Time was of the essence, so I asked directly, "Darling, were you drugged?"

“Yes…” Nenli buried her head in my chest, her body warm, her legs writhing, her lower body already wet.

Taking advantage of her still being conscious and able to control herself, I quickly asked, “What do America and Japan want you for? Why are they treating you like this!”

“They want me to kill people…” It turned out that after America took Nenli from the Taiwanese authorities, they were initially very polite, giving her a comprehensive examination. She was originally supposed to go to America, but the Japanese heard about it and requested to jointly research psychic abilities with the United States. I don’t know what kind of private deal they made with the Americans, but they agreed, and then she came to this “temple” base in Japan. At first, the American and Japanese personnel only tested her ability to destroy objects and matter. Then one day, the Japanese brought some living people for Nenli to kill. Faced with living people, especially Chinese people (Chinese from Fujian who had illegally entered Japan), Nenli naturally refused. But the Japanese became enraged and had a Japanese psychic, “Great God,” kill those people with his psychic abilities. The methods were extremely cruel, while the Americans stood by without caring. Nenli deeply resented and refused to cooperate. A few days later, the Japanese tried to lure Nenli into mating with the "god" with a large sum of money, hoping to see if the offspring would possess stronger psychic abilities, but Nenli resolutely refused. Afterwards, Nenli was tricked into that strange room, which was actually designed with a special device that could absorb psychic abilities. Any use of psychic abilities within the room would be immediately absorbed by these devices. Realizing she had been tricked, Nenli tried several times to use her psychic abilities to escape, but instead had even more of her abilities absorbed, leaving her imprisoned in that room. During this time, the food brought to her was treacherously laced with a strong aphrodisiac. Fortunately, Nenli discovered this early and suppressed the burning desire caused by the aphrodisiac with her strong willpower, enduring until now. If I had arrived half a day later, hunger, fatigue, and the burning desire within her body would have surely caused Nenli's body to give way, and the Japanese were also constantly filling the room with aphrodisiac-laced smoke and gas.

As she spoke, Nenli began undressing herself while grabbing my hand and pressing it against her breasts.

But there was no time for that now; we had to get out of there first. Hmm! I'd get her some food first. I carried Nenli out, and a can of milk and several tins of nutritional supplements flew towards me.

Before reuniting with the little bitch and Yako, I transformed back into my Japanese appearance.

Running out of the base gate, the poisonous gas released by the poisonous woman had been dispersed by the sea breeze.

But at this moment, the valley and the cliffs were filled with armed personnel from both the Japanese and American armies, numbering at least 450. Moreover, three Apache attack helicopters hovered in the air above the sea, all fully armed and aimed at me.

But none of this worried me!

What worried me was something else… no! I should say something strange that filled me with inexplicable fear and unease.

Dozens of meters behind the Apache attack helicopter, something was flying at extremely high speed on the sea surface. To be precise, it looked like a swarm of flies buzzing around, but its speed was too fast for human eyes to detect. I believed that no creature on Earth could fly that fast.

Yet, I could spot them; there were seven of them. They were shaped like white sticks, about the same size from head to tail, less than a meter long. They didn't have prominent wings, but they had fins like those of a sea fish, except that their fins extended from head to tail in a spiral shape, somewhat like a drill bit. Their flight posture appeared to be rotating forward, but it was actually their fin-like wings moving in a high-speed spiral. Yet, I still couldn't believe that such creatures on Earth could fly as fast as bullets, leaving no trace.

Could this be America's most advanced secret weapon?

I didn't believe it! Because even within my detection range, I couldn't see the internal structure of these creatures. I didn't know how the internal organs of these mysterious flying sticks supported their high-speed flight, making it impossible to see them even if they had eyes. My inner energy surrounded them, yet it couldn't penetrate their bodies. The inner energy was completely ineffective against them; they were like bacteria swimming inside my body!

Furthermore, they seemed incredibly intelligent. No matter how fast they flew or how sharply they spun in the air, they never collided with anything, seemingly consciously avoiding everything. Now they were consciously approaching this side of the valley, seemingly observing us!

Before entering the base, I hadn't noticed them at all, which meant they had only recently arrived.

What had attracted their attention?

Never mind, deal with the immediate problem first. Instantly, before the Japanese and American commanders could order them to open fire, my inner energy surged forth. Immediately

, it subdued all the Japanese and American personnel, forcing them to fire at each other.

Until the last person fell and the last armed helicopter crashed.

If the Japanese and Americans investigated, there would only be one conclusion: some unknown reason caused the soldiers to turn on each other and kill each other.

I picked up the three women and jumped into the cockpit of the machine monster. Sigh! It was a bit cramped, but thankfully it could fit, mainly because the machine was designed for the physique of Americans.

There's a problem, though. This machine monster requires the "Machine Maniac's" fingerprint, iris, and voice recognition to control it, but the "Machine Maniac" has long since turned to blood. Where am I supposed to find his fingerprints, iris, and voice? Sigh! I had no choice but to dismantle the identification system. Luckily, I found the correct locations and didn't dismantle the wrong parts.

I put on my helmet and control gloves and set off! If I sold this machine monster to Colonel Chen, I could definitely get a high price.

The helmet-mounted aiming system is linked to the fire control system, and it incorporates night vision, long-range image and sound magnification, satellite positioning, electronic maps, remote-controlled aircraft and small robot reconnaissance, eavesdropping, and attack systems, computer databases and analysis systems, etc. It can be said to have integrated the most advanced technology of the US military.

Those seven mysterious flying rods have already flown above me. They are obviously very interested in the people killing each other and me, who is completely uninvolved. They keep circling and flying overhead.

At this point, I was no longer worried about them. Although I didn't know if they posed a danger to me, I believed, intuitively, that they were merely bystanders. They had no intention of participating in the inexplicable slaughter among us Earthlings; perhaps their only concern was whether we posed a threat to them.

Now, I had to leave before the spy satellites noticed, and at the same time, I destroyed all the positioning and tracking systems within the machine monster.

Spreading its eight mechanical legs, I began to climb the least steep cliff. At this moment, the spider-like machine monster was as agile and nimble as a gecko. As for the Black Dragon Society's vehicle, I had to abandon it, but I had taken all the guns with me, even the miniature machine gun from "American Mother Kong," which had already run out of ammunition. However, because it was stained with blood and bits of flesh, I strapped it to the machine monster. I planned to keep it as a trophy in my toy room, or place it in my office in Shanghai as a decoration.

My direction of travel was the Eighth Market City, which was to the northeast.

Of course, I couldn't possibly bring such a massive killing machine into the city. I needed to find a cave to hide it in, dismantle it, and ship it back to China, or sell it directly to Colonel Chen. I believed he would be very interested in this behemoth.

Although the machine monster had eight mechanical legs, it wasn't very fast, but it moved with ease across the pathless hillside, among the rocks and bushes. My focus was solely on eliminating and concealing the traces left by the machine monster, and remaining constantly vigilant against the mysterious flying rod that had been following me.

Boom!

The explosives inside the "Temple" base finally detonated. As I expected, there wasn't a massive explosion like a nuclear bomb; it was just a nuclear leak in the nuclear reactor.

You Japanese and Americans, you'd better watch out!

The mysterious flying rod that had been following me silently flew away at high speed! Heading towards the sea.

In less than 10 seconds, it was out of my perception range.

I also increased my speed, trying to move towards areas with more trees.

As we advanced, the little female dog rubbed against me, her large breasts rubbing against me, seemingly jealous of Nenri nestled sweetly in my arms. Only Crown Princess Masako Owada huddled to the side, lost in thought. The deaths of so many people had greatly affected her; in her eyes, I was probably a ruthless killer.

"Feed me, darling!" Nenri looked at me with eyes full of adoration and alluring charm, offering me the milk.

I smiled, took a sip, then buried my face in her mouth to kiss her, sucking on her lips and sweetly transferring the milk to her mouth. But Nenri seemed to prefer my lips and tongue, holding them for a long time.

She hugged me tightly, her beautiful eyes gently closed with a smile, looking like an incredibly happy wife.

Soon we reached the edge of the military restricted area, but barbed wire blocked our way. With the power of this machine monster, it could easily pass through, but that would inevitably leave traces and clues of my departure.

I searched for the various movement patterns and operating manuals of the robotic monster, finally finding its jumping function. However, I was certain that the robotic monster would leave large, hard-to-disguise marks on the trees upon landing.

So, I searched along the barbed wire fence for a suitable jumping spot.

But after perfectly concealing the footprints left by its mechanical legs with some stones, I found myself facing a highway not far ahead.

What to do?

Charge through it? Or kill everyone on the highway to cover my tracks?

Oh well, I'll just bury it here for now!

I channeled my energy, completely clearing away a thicket of bushes and vegetation, scooping out the soil to create a pit the size of the robotic monster curled up. I scattered the scooped-out soil in all directions, evenly burrowing it into the ground without leaving a trace.

Then, I retrieved the remote-controlled aircraft, released the women, including the "Poison Girl" tied to the back—of course, for safety, I had already knocked her unconscious. I jumped into the pit in my mechanical monster, curled up into a ball, shut off the power system, and finally, after I climbed out, dropped the suspended vegetation, perfectly concealing the secret.

If the spy satellites had already locked onto and tracked it, then I guess I was destined to never have this giant toy.

I led the women toward the highway, where a car was already parked on the side of the road, the driver unconscious.

We exited the highway and entered the Eight Days Market City.

At this time, the Japanese had increased surveillance at all intersections, and various civilian and military helicopters were frequently hovering overhead. This was a combined consequence of the Crown Princess's kidnapping, the Tokyo subway gas attack, and the attack on the "Temple" base. However, they hadn't completely sealed off and checked the area, probably to avoid causing social unrest. Besides, so many soldiers had already died at the two bases and the naval port; setting up roadblocks and checks would only cause more deaths.

I thought my group would easily attract attention. Although those who had already died had no chance to report to their superiors, caution was still necessary. So, not far from the highway, I randomly chose a quiet and spacious house and barged in.

The house was quite large and luxurious, yet also very ordinary—a typical Japanese-style building, much like the residence of Mizuno Tomomi in the game *Doukyuusei 2*. A beautiful Japanese woman, around thirty years old, was home. Judging from the family photo, the husband was probably at work, and their eight-year-old daughter was likely at school. She was in the living room watching the news, following the Tokyo subway gas attack (which was being watched throughout Japan), and anxiously talking on the phone with her husband.

I had already driven my car into her garage; the car owner and the "poisoned woman" were still unconscious inside. After the woman finished her call and hung up, I used my telekinesis to break into her living room; the locks and other locks were naturally ineffective against me.

"Ah—who are you?" The woman was startled when she saw us enter her house, then quite frightened, her whole body trembling slightly.

"Excuse me! Sorry to bother you!" I felt no remorse whatsoever, casually placing Nenli on the sofa as if I were in my own home.

"Who are you? Get out! Or I'll call the police..." The woman grabbed the phone to dial.

I approached with a smile, gently grabbing her neck, saying, "It's not good to bother the police! Look, this is Crown Princess Masako Owada. She's graced your home with her presence. How can you treat a guest like this?" To be honest, the woman had a good figure.

"Ah...it's...it's really...it really is the Crown Princess..." The woman recognized the glamorous woman, dressed in a shady style, as Crown Princess Masako Owada. She involuntarily knelt and bowed, feeling incredibly excited. She had never imagined that a member of the Japanese Imperial Family would grace her home with their presence, making her feel extremely honored. However, she then felt a little puzzled. Why was the Crown Princess dressed like this, and why did she come to her house without any warning?

"You two can chat. I'll take this lady to rest first!" With that, I picked up Nenli and went upstairs. Because I wanted to make a few phone calls, and also take the opportunity to solidify my relationship with Nianli as soon as possible, to make it a fait accompli.

The mistress was puzzled by my unceremonious behavior, treating her house like my own. But with the Crown Princess present, she couldn't very well stop me. The little bitch followed me wagging her tail when she saw me going upstairs.

As soon as I placed Nianli on the mistress's bed, Nianli blushed and said, "You...that woman is really the Crown Princess?" Shyly, Nianli changed the subject; it seemed she could speak Japanese too.

"Yes!" I leaned in gently, embracing Nianli tenderly, inhaling her body fragrance (she really smelled so good even after not showering for days), while my hands began to roam over her body.

"You...you...what are you going to do?" Nianli became nervous, but I could tell she was also excited.

I chuckled, "You know perfectly well! Of course, I want to eat you, how about it? Let me eat you, okay?"

"Uh...okay!" Nianli suddenly pounced on me, flipped over, and passionately kissed me. She's so unique, capable, and incredibly beautiful—I love her!

Then came a long, passionate kiss.

We rolled around, but that didn't stop us from taking off each other's clothes; our lips were glued together like superglue.

When my pants were completely off, revealing my "big treasure," I instinctively grabbed it and guided it down to her, ready to sit on her. But I knew she was still a virgin, and it wasn't wise to be too hasty or direct. With my "big treasure's" size, I had to proceed gradually, otherwise she would suffer, and if it caused her to develop a fear of sex, I would lose more than I gained. She was acting this way because the aphrodisiac was taking effect, and of course, it was also my own selfishness at play. I deliberately hadn't completely expelled the aphrodisiac's effects from her; to be precise, more than 80% of its potency remained in her body.

But that didn't mean I didn't cherish and love her; I wanted her to fall completely in love with me. So I quickly grabbed her shapely buttocks to prevent her from suffering, as it's a man's duty to offer pleasure to the beautiful woman he admires.

But Nianli was so impatient, she was vigorously sitting and rocking on top of me, releasing my lips and shouting, "Give it to me! Give it to me now..." and reaching for my big thing to shove it down her.

"Don't rush! Take your time, come on! I'll take you to wash up." I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. And I must say, my big thing pressing against her tender flower entrance felt quite good, being squeezed and pressed. If I were ruthless enough, she would instantly transform from a virgin into a real woman.

When the little bitch took off her kimono and followed me in, the Crown Princess downstairs in the living room had already quietly told the mistress that she had been kidnapped, that I was Chinese and a dangerous person, and that she and the mistress should escape immediately. The mistress was terrified and wanted to call the police, but the Crown Princess said I was too powerful, that even the police and the army couldn't handle me. So they hurriedly and cautiously left the house.

How could I let them succeed? Instantly, the end of the metal dog chain around Crown Princess Masako's neck wrapped around the mistress's neck, and then I dragged both women upstairs. The mistress, Suzuki Noriko, tried to scream for help in terror, but the dog chain tightened so much that she couldn't make a sound. Only when she was almost suffocating did the dog chain loosen a little, and now, still shaken, she dared not scream anymore.

While I was enjoying the attentive service of the little bitch (she sprayed water on us with the showerhead while scrubbing and rubbing us, mainly serving me, especially rubbing and kneading me with her huge breasts), I was gently and methodically taking Nenli's virginity, but at the same time, I was distracted thinking about my next move: Originally, I planned to contact Chinese agents after rescuing Nenli and secretly send her out of Japan according to the pre-arranged method. However, plans are always subject to change. Because I kidnapped the Crown Princess of Japan, released sarin gas with the Aum Shinrikyo cult in the Tokyo subway, and also massacred Japanese and American soldiers, Japan is now on high alert. It is unlikely that I can contact and meet with Chinese agents secretly. Everything has changed due to the change in the situation! If it were just me alone, it would be very easy. With my ability to "change appearance and shapeshift," even if the Japanese used all their national resources, they would not be able to catch me. But I can't consider Nianli's feelings...

"Oh—" My big darling finally broke through and entered, the tight feeling of being enveloped and squeezed felt so good! So exciting!

"Ah—" The pain of having her virginity broken was like the feeling of being torn apart below, making Nianli cry out in pain, biting my shoulder.

Fortunately, I was prepared, with thick skin and flesh, and this wasn't the first time, so I was experienced and handled it with ease. While using my true energy to soothe Nianli's nerves and comfort the walls of her cavity to reduce the pain, I kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear, gently comforting her.

"It hurts so much—" Nianli hugged my neck tightly, her ten fingers gripping my back muscles hard.

"It's okay! My dear little darling! It'll be over in a bit, this is your first time, so it will naturally hurt a little, just bear with it..."

"Waaah... Yours... is too big! I'm not coming anymore..." As she spoke, Nianli pressed on my chest and tried to pull her jade buttocks away.

It was too late! Your flesh was already in my mouth, and I had already bitten it, how could I spit out flesh that was already in my mouth! "It's okay! Women's lower bodies are very elastic. You're just not used to it the first time. It'll be fine in a bit! Trust me, darling!"

"Really? Ugh..." Nianli looked so charming with tears streaming down her face! So pitiful!

"Of course it's true! Why would I lie to you, darling!"

"Then... okay, can you... return to your true form? I like you the way you are."

"Okay! Darling, as you wish!" As I said this, I returned to my original form, and at the same time, I secretly and gently lifted her beautiful buttocks, and my big treasure slowly penetrated deeper.

"Ah—you're so naughty! Be gentle!" Nianli finally realized my sneak attack and hit me, then snuggled into my arms and said coquettishly. But when she saw my true form after I returned to my original form, she couldn't help but murmur, "Darling! I still like you the way you are... I'd rather be fucked by you like this..."

My God! I never thought that the beautiful and elegant Nianli would utter such words. It's so exciting! It's amazing! I'm extremely excited! Suddenly, I felt the tightness and narrowness below my psychic power, gripping me so tightly I felt like I was dying from pleasure!

I thrust in! Deeply inside! Straight to the heart of the matter! All the way to the bottom! I didn't care about anything else anymore.

"Ah—" Nianli screamed hysterically, violently shaking her head, but she still endured the pain and didn't try to escape.

Actually, I think it was more psychological; the tension caused her to overreact. After all, a woman's lower body is the passage for procreation, and with the support and care of my true energy, she shouldn't be in so much pain. Besides, once she passed her virginity, everything would be much easier. So Nianli's scream of pain was not without significance in completing the solemn ceremony of her taking a lover. From this moment on, her body was marked with my mark; she truly belonged to me! I could feel her screaming in happiness. But I still gave her twelve parts gentleness and love, raining down hot kisses on the front of her body above her breasts, while the back was completely surrendered to my clutches. The one who suffered the most was my precious baby, not only being in a damp and stuffy space but also having to support a weight a hundred times her own.

While it took me a while to adjust to the pressure, I looked up the homeowner's information in detail. I was surprised to learn that the male homeowner, Suzuki Susumu, was a PhD in microelectronics from MIT. His study was filled with medals from the Japanese government recognizing his contributions to the chip industry. I'd heard that Japanese chips were used in American missiles and fighter jets. Such a person was definitely an elite figure in Japan. It seemed I'd have to revise my original plan to leave before the homeowner returned. The female homeowner's real name was Itagaki Noriko, a top student from the University of Tokyo and formerly a senior employee at Mitsubishi. She probably became a housewife after marrying Suzuki Susumu. Well done! Regardless of whether she had any connection to Itagaki Seishiro, who was enshrined in the Yasukuni Shrine, the fact that she had a past with Mitsubishi, which I deeply disliked, sealed her fate. However, before she died, I could at least make use of her. As for their daughter… let her be an orphan. Wasn’t I an orphan because of the Japanese devils?

Masako and Noriko are kneeling in the bedroom waiting for us to come out.

Oh—this little bitch really knows how to tease me. She’s squeezing and kneading my huge breasts behind me while reaching out to touch and squeeze my big cock, not even sparing my balls.

Ah—so good!

“Little bitch! Come on, lick my balls…yes! Sit on my feet, yes! Very good! Hold my thighs and squeeze your big breasts hard…mmm! And rub back and forth on my feet with your slutty cunt, yes! You did a good job! Oh—you did a good job sucking too…ah…you did a really good job! Mmm…right, you’re responsible for licking clean the stuff that came out of my girlfriend! And hers too…”

Nianli screamed, unexpectedly, she had an orgasm after being licked by Koizumi Yuka a few times!

Instantly, Nenli, in the throes of orgasm, trembled violently. The extreme stimulation caused her vagina to secrete copious amounts of fluid, which flowed down my penis. But the attentive little bitch, Yuuka Koizumi, immediately licked it clean.

I, however, held Nenli clinging to me, enjoying the pleasure of the act.

When I couldn't help but praise the little bitch a few more times, she surprisingly took the initiative and started licking mine too, becoming increasingly enthusiastic.

In the end, I almost had an orgasm like Nenli and ejaculated, but thankfully I had strong self-control and was experienced enough not to embarrass myself in front of Nenli. At the same time, I finally understood Nenli's feelings!

This Japanese woman was fucking amazing!

So good!

It seemed there was no need to rush back after we finished. Nenli,

her face full of seductive lust, finally couldn't help but ask in a soft moan, "Darling! Who exactly is this woman?" She looked at the little bitch licking her anus.

I had no choice but to reply in Mandarin, "She's from the Black Dragon Society, her name is Koizumi Yuka. Her father is Koizumi Junichiro, the Minister of Health, Labour and Welfare. Actually, she's an illegitimate daughter, and now she's my pet bitch..." As I said this, I carefully observed Koizumi Yuka. Seeing that she showed no reaction or emotional fluctuation, I was certain that Koizumi Yuka either didn't understand Chinese or was indeed under my "soul-stealing" control. I continued, "The one in the leather outfit, dressed like an SM queen, is called Owada Masako, the Crown Princess of Japan."

"Ah!?" Nen was stunned into silence.

I then triumphantly began lifting and lowering her shapely buttocks, the movements becoming increasingly larger and faster.

This was probably the true meaning of piston-like motion! Haha!

The driving force of human pleasure!

And this pleasure could be contagious; otherwise, why would the little bitch Koizumi Yuka be so clingy and enthusiastic, wanting a share too?

Needless to say, Nianli was directly enjoying this pleasure. She began to wrap her legs around my waist, hooking her feet around my buttocks, and bobbing up and down in a rather comical way, as if taming a wild horse.

But gradually, I felt that Nianli was more like a wild, fiery steed, and I was the one who needed to tame her.

Sure enough, soon, this newly deflowered steed, unable to withstand the repeated thrusting and teasing, let out a joyful cry and lay motionless on my shoulder, only the spasms from the depths of her soul lingering, the feeling of ecstasy rippling endlessly.

Out of a sense of chivalry, I didn't further harass or stimulate Nianli.

After a while, when we had been tender enough, I slowly placed her into the bathtub that had been filled with warm water.

Just as the little bitch Koizumi Yuka was about to seize the opportunity to cradle my still magnificent treasure between her deep cleavage, she suddenly saw my true face and stammered in surprise, "M-M-Master...you...you...how...how..."

I didn't care about that and shouted, "Little bitch! Aren't you going to hold it properly? Hurry up! Take it in and lick it properly, you slutty little bitch!"

Kind-hearted Nianli frowned slightly upon hearing this, probably a little uncomfortable with my humiliation of Koizumi Yuka. She had never heard such insults before. Even if it wasn't directed at her, she was still a woman. She had probably grown up in a civilized environment and received a good education. Besides, in her mind, I was probably a handsome, dashing, and charismatic prince, a chivalrous and righteous hero. How could I utter such filthy and humiliating words?

After this encounter, I could see that she still hadn't grasped the true nature of the Japanese. It seemed necessary to strengthen her mental training in distinguishing friend from foe. People shouldn't be too kind; even if they were, they had to choose their targets carefully. They couldn't treat everyone indiscriminately, foolishly like the Mr. Dongguo. I didn't want my woman to be foolish! So I secretly transmitted my voice to her:

"Darling! Don't speak, just listen to me. I can see you don't approve of me insulting this Japanese woman. Now, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Hua Ruilong, and I'm from the Hua Group... you could say I'm the young master. A few months ago, shortly after my birthday (I deliberately didn't say my age), the Japanese Black Dragon Society, in an attempt to seize my family's property, murdered my father, my eldest uncle, my second uncle, my third uncle, my fourth uncle, my eighth uncle, and my ninth uncle—seven people in total (I won't mention the Black Dragon Society members I killed). That wasn't all; they even tried to harm me and my family at our funeral. Fortunately, they didn't succeed (because I killed them all too). Later, I investigated the Black Dragon Society and learned that this semi-governmental, semi-private Japanese secret organization's mission was to create conditions and remove obstacles for Japan's outward expansion by any means necessary. Their activities included assassinations, kidnappings, extortion, murder for money, drug trafficking (I suspect they did), creating chaos, poisoning youths (although the Black Dragon Society didn't do much of this, the Japanese cultural aggression was definitely part of their strategy, so attributing it to them wouldn't be unreasonable), bribing government officials (this is certainly true; someone like Lee Teng-hui was definitely a Japanese spy), and many other misdeeds. This woman was a member of the Black Dragon Society. So don't be fooled by her current weak and pitiful appearance; she's actually a high-ranking assassin from the Black Dragon Society (I didn't ask, but she definitely is, otherwise why would she need such excellent swordsmanship?). She's just temporarily subdued by me. I almost died at her hands before (saying this helps gain Nen's approval and support), so even if I tear her to pieces, it wouldn't be too much, right? (Sure enough, Nen glared at the little bitch, looking like he wanted to grind her to dust. But the little bitch's attention was on my big treasure). Now let's talk about yourself! A beautiful, kind, and unassuming person, yet you're forced to become their cold... "Blood-stained killing tools, after you refused, they shamelessly tried to bribe you, wanting you to bear their killing tools. After you refused that too, they became enraged and imprisoned you, trying to force you into submission. Then they despicably used aphrodisiacs on you, attempting to mentally and physically torture you. Luckily, I came to save you, otherwise your fate would have been..." (Nianli was moved.) "For such a cruel and vicious nation, such filthy and despicable beasts, there's no need to waste your kindness..."

The little bitch Koizumi Yuka had already tightly clamped my big penis with her huge breasts, and even lowered her head to suck on the head of my big penis, serving me wholeheartedly. Nianli felt both contempt and envy. Contempt because the Japanese were indeed very lewd, and envy because her breasts were simply ashamed compared to the little bitch's. Nianli could tell that I liked women with big breasts, so she was secretly comparing her own breasts with hers, feeling both ashamed and uneasy.

I held the little bitch's head, thrusting against her as I continued to transmit my voice, "We're still in danger. With such a major incident in Japan, security must be extremely tight. Leaving Japan safely won't be easy (I deliberately exaggerated the difficulties). So, the priority now is to find a safe place for you to recover."

"I'll do whatever you say..." Nianli gazed at me tenderly, her beautiful, spring-like eyes mesmerizing me. There was no longer any jealousy or inferiority in her eyes; her resolute gaze represented her courage to face any danger with me.

This beautiful woman, whom I had only known for a short time, gave me a feeling of being destined for each other.

Then she gently closed her eyes, resting her head on the edge of the bathtub, calmly relaxing, meditating, and resting. She no longer cared about how I was humiliating the little bitch.

To allow Nianli to rest properly, I naturally dared not disturb her further. So, I straddled the little bitch's back, holding the leash, whipping her wanton buttocks, and rode her away. Of course, I quickly reverted to my previous state.

That slutty Japanese woman, Yuka Koizumi, truly lives up to her reputation as my little bitch. She acts like a dog, a horse, displaying her utterly despicable subservient nature to the fullest. When she crawls, she knows how to sway her horny buttocks without me having to teach her, knowing exactly how to please me. She even seems excited and responsive to my slaps on her bare buttocks, frequently letting my slaps and the twitching leash fall between her buttocks and thighs. The masochistic pleasure stimulates her to gush out her juices, which flow in thin streams onto the floor behind her or slowly trickle down her inner thighs.

Masako and Noriko, kneeling in welcome, are both ashamed and shocked to see me appear before them like this.

Hmph! I will do this, trampling your Japanese dignity under my feet, tearing away your hypocritical fig leaves, and revealing your shameless true faces. “Crown Princess Masako Owada! My sex slave! Take off your clothes now! Show your lewd body and let everyone see your lustful and depraved nature. Oh, and you have to do a striptease while you undress! Don't tell me you can't, hurry up! Do you hear me? You lowly slave!”

Terrified, Masako immediately scrambled to her feet and began to sway and dance stiffly, preparing to remove her leather gloves.

“What are you doing?! Your movements are so stiff and rigid, like a dead person. Are you even Japanese? Are you even the highly educated Crown Princess of Japan? You can't even do a striptease! You…” I was about to explode in anger.

Terrified, Masako quickly became seductive and alluring, and her movements became much more graceful. Although still a little unnatural, it was much better, and she had the air of a stripper. But the hostess, Noriko Suzuki, angrily shouted, "Get up! What kind of behavior is this?! Are you still our esteemed Crown Princess? This stupid and lowly Chinese has no right to insult our excellent Yamato people! Get up! We, the great Japan..."

"Great Japan my ass! You Japanese bastards are all thieves and prostitutes, despicable, shameless, filthy, perverted, two-faced, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, vicious, ruthless, heartless, and utterly depraved beasts, deserving to be torn to pieces and die a thousand times over..." I sneered and cursed.

Kiko trembled with rage, stammering, "You...you...you..."

"What 'you'! Isn't that right?! Look! Isn't your noble Crown Princess performing a lewd striptease? Look at her wanton and lustful appearance...tsk tsk tsk...that shows how lewd you Japanese are!" I then turned to the little bitch between my legs and commanded, "Little bitch! Isn't that right? Bark twice!"

"Woof woof!" The little bitch barked happily.

"Hahaha! You Japanese are so despicable! Crown Princess, you have to dance while touching your breasts... Yes! Just like that... Haha... When you take off your underwear, you have to do a few big splits... And when you turn your back to us, spread your legs and stick out your butt... Yes! It's even better if you stand on the bed... Yes! Spread your butt hard and show off your lewd and wanton private parts! Hahaha! This is the cunt that will give birth to the future Emperor! Hahaha!" I insulted her to the extreme.

Kiko wanted to rush forward to stop me, but she couldn't move at all. She could only close her eyes in shame and turn her head away, but my on-site commentary entered her ears truthfully. She couldn't cover her ears even if she wanted to. Tears were useless. Compared to the blood shed by the Chinese, this was nothing!

The Crown Princess, who only dared to shed tears in secret, behaved no differently from an AV actress in a Japanese pornographic place, spreading her cunt for the audience to take pictures, under my training. If there was any difference, it was that this Japanese Crown Princess danced and then came over to give me oral sex.

"No! Crown Princess! You can't do this!" "We are the superior Yamato people, we cannot lose face in front of lowly and foolish Chinese... You are the Crown Princess of Japan, my idol..." Suzuki Noriko cried out.

It turns out that Crown Princess Owada Masako is the idol of all Japanese women. Masako's clothing and behavior are imitated and followed by Japanese women, no wonder Noriko's hairstyle and clothing are so similar to Masako's. I chuckled and said, "Very good! Now you can learn from your idol and give me oral sex."

"You bastard! I will never do that..."

"Really? You definitely will, look how well your idol does it, she has a real talent for it! Hahaha..."

"Don't dream about it! I'd rather die than..." Noriko glared at me resentfully.

"You really won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!" "I placed my hand on Masako's head and reached for her buttocks with the other, until Masako turned around, allowing me to easily touch her cunt. I then defiantly started groping and probing in front of Kiko, proudly displaying my wet fingers. Suddenly, I chuckled, 'It's lunchtime now, your daughter should be home from school soon, right?'

Kiko's face changed instantly, and she cried out in alarm, 'You're not allowed to hurt my daughter, Masako!'

'Heh! So your daughter's name is also Masako! It seems you really admire the Crown Princess!' I immediately stopped smiling and said coldly, 'But what good will that do? You forbid me from having sex with the Crown Princess, but I still do it anyway, hmph!' '

Please! Don't hurt my daughter, she's only eight years old…'

'Hmph! From the moment you insulted me, I had already made up my mind. Besides, aren't all Japanese women precocious at a young age? Few are virgins by twelve or thirteen, so what difference does eight make?' " "Actually, I was just trying to scare her. I haven't looked for young girls since I started having sex with adult women.

" "Please! Let my daughter go..." she cried, trying to escape and stop her daughter from going home, but she couldn't move her feet. She became weak and pitiful, kneeling and begging for forgiveness: "I'm sorry! It's my fault, please let my daughter go..."

"You seemed very arrogant and angry when you scolded me just now."

"I'm sorry! It was my fault! Please, have mercy on my daughter! Please..." Ji Zi prostrated herself on the ground, bowing repeatedly.

"But you wouldn't even give me oral sex."

"I'm willing! I'm willing!" Ji Zi cried, crawling over and grabbing my penis, which was still sitting on the little female dog's back. She buried her head in it and began to suck and manipulate it diligently, doing just as well as Masako.

"You're doing really well! Just like a professional prostitute." "But don't think I don't know you want to bite off my precious thing, so I can't harm your daughter and you can avenge your idol, the Crown Princess, for the rape. Hmph! Dream on! If you really do that, you'll truly harm your daughter."

I secretly channeled my inner energy into my precious thing.

Ah! Sure enough, she suddenly exerted force, biting down hard on my precious thing. But my precious thing, protected by abundant inner energy, became exceptionally tough, like a rubber tire, impossible to bite.

But I was still furious, grabbing Kiko's head and forcefully thrusting my precious thing in. I fucked her until her eyes rolled back, if it weren't for her daughter Suzuki... As Masako entered the house, I vowed to fuck her until she suffocated. Now I wanted her daughter to have a good look at her disgraceful state.

So I quickly pulled out my magnificent penis and thrust it into her cunt, which I had just stripped naked, punishing her mercilessly.

When Noriko was able to catch her breath, and her daughter was puzzled as to why Noriko couldn't be found in the living room or kitchen, I forced my way into Noriko again. This

immediately triggered Noriko's scream, startling Suzuki Masako and making her quicken her pace upstairs.

I quickly pulled out again, leaving my blood-stained and feces-covered penis in front of Noriko's face. Having learned her lesson and knowing... My formidable Noriko was much more obedient now, looking pitifully apologetic, but she couldn't help frowning at the filth and stench on my "big treasure." However, with my cold, menacing expression, she could only obediently close her eyes and open her mouth to take it in. Who told her to bring this upon herself, to humiliate herself like this! This was her punishment, so she resignedly began to clean the filth from my "big treasure" again.

But her eight-year-old daughter, Suzuki Masako, didn't see it that way. Just then, she gently pushed open the slightly ajar door and immediately saw her mother kneeling naked before a strange man, holding his genitals and sucking them. Although... She didn't fully understand what was going on, but she vaguely knew that her mother was having an affair, doing *that* with a man. It was strange, though, that there were two other beautiful women, naked and kneeling nearby, like two beautiful female dogs. She was too shocked to speak.

I didn't say anything, just smiled smugly at the stunned Suzuki Masako, while my lower body didn't slow down at all. Having sex with her mother in front of a little girl was both exciting and exhilarating, it was a pity little Masako was too young, otherwise I really wanted to have both.

When the little bitch and big Masako were also brought over to lick and suck my big treasure, little Masako finally spoke up: "Mommy! What are you doing?"

"Hmm!" "Startled, Jiko turned her head and saw that it was her daughter, but she still had my big, thick thing in her mouth. This scene would be etched into Xiaoya's memory like a photograph.

My loud laughter startled Jiko, who quickly spat out my big thing and frantically got up to rush to her daughter, forgetting to even cover her naked body.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered several things: the mysterious flying rod; the endless UFO reports from all over the world; the prehistoric civilization Atlantis that wandered to Earth; the descendants of lost civilizations like Huina and her daughter with supernatural abilities; the mysterious master appearing frequently in different time periods; the letter in the bottle I wrote ten years ago in Lin Caixing's hand; Chen Danqian having seen me as an adult six years ago; the mysterious disappearance of Teacher Lü Wanying and her daughter; a person who looked exactly like the PE teacher Sima Xiufang mysteriously taking Xiufang away; and that sharp alien weapon. All of this shows that there are heavens beyond heavens, and Earth is not alone. The world is vast, magical, and wonderful.

" The mystery of the staff will one day be revealed; I hope to encounter UFO; I will try to find out the truth behind the disappearance of the Atlantis civilization when I have the chance; I will subdue those with superpowers like telekinesis who I can use, and ruthlessly eliminate those who are hostile; as for my master whom I have never met, I firmly believe that I will meet him one day, and then we must have a good spar; I believe that Cai Xing's letter and what Dan Qian saw are the result of my time travel; my teachers, Lü Wanying and Sima Xiufang, will definitely reappear; as for that alien weapon, I will repair it when I have the chance, but I don't know if it has been transported to Japan yet.

If I had the ability to travel through time, I would definitely not let Teacher Xue Lanfeng die tragically at the hands of the Black Dragon Society. If that were the case, my father and uncles would not have died. If that were the case, where would they be now? Would the order of time and space be thrown into chaos beyond repair? Or would it be impossible to change the facts of history at all!

Sigh! My head is spinning from thinking about it. Forget it! I should deal with the current situation and plan my next move first.

The next step is to contact Chinese agents and arrange for Nenli to leave Japan. If that doesn't work, find a safe place to settle Nenli. Then, I'll single-handedly storm the Black Dragon Society headquarters in Kyoto Prefecture and wipe it out. If that so-called "Sword Sect" tries to interfere, I don't care if it's a sect founded by my master Xingyu; I'll destroy it without hesitation!

While I was wantonly playing with the little bitch and the Crown Princess, I secretly continued to increase the size of the little bitch Koizumi Yuka's breasts, and when I got excited, even the Crown Princess's breasts swelled up.

"Please spare my daughter Suzuki Masako, and I'll do whatever you want with her..." Kiko knelt and begged, hugging Masako.

Ignoring the increasingly anxious and crying Xiaoya, I chuckled, "Sure, as long as you're obedient and serve me to my satisfaction, I'll let you go. Now, bring your daughter here for me to play with. Don't worry, I'm not interested in your daughter; I won't touch her. I just ask that you show your lewd side in front of your daughter. If you perform well now, I'll leave your house soon. If you do something like what you just did, I'm sorry! I'll have to replace you with your daughter." Of course, I controlled all the sounds happening in the bedroom so as not to disturb the benevolent power of thought.

Jizi hesitated, looking at her daughter, then at me, pleading, "Please! Can you let my daughter leave? I'll go with you..."

I resolutely refused, "No! I like seeing your daughter looking at you lewdly. I've lost my patience; hurry up!" From the moment she insulted me and the Chinese, I decided to give her a "good lesson"! Hmph!

"Please..."

Without another word, I grabbed Suzuki Masako directly.

"Alright! Alright! I agree!" Noriko quickly blocked my way. Seeing that I had stopped, she had no choice but to turn around and pick up her daughter, though she came over rather slowly.

I sneered and was about to do it myself. Noriko, startled, quickly knelt down, holding the struggling Suzuki Masako in one arm, and with the other, she guided my large penis into her mouth, beginning to suck and lick it, right in front of Suzuki Masako.

But Suzuki Masako quickly turned her head away, no longer wanting to watch our adult sexual game. So I had to free one hand to grab her hair, forcing her to watch, or I would pull her hair.

But she closed her eyes, refusing visual pollution—so stubborn!

Sigh! Why bother! Little sister! Do I have to resort to force?

Huh? Why is she in Japan too?

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