Eagle of the Vast Expanse-5

"Of course. The director ordered—the kill order for City Hunter No. 131 is cancelled, repeat
, order cancelled." "What happened?" "The princess of K country, for some reason
, demanded that the kill order be revoked. She said she doesn't want to destroy the person she loves." "
Love makes you want to live, hate makes you want to die, I don't understand." "Yuko, you wouldn't have already..." "
No ! Luckily, the target of your kill order was
someone else." Lilia laughed so hard she almost fell over. "...

She hung up the phone and put it away. "Yuko, who was that?" "My colleague, she said
the kill order is invalid. The three of you can relax now." The three of them stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. "But..."
Yushuang's tone was a little strange. "But what?" The atmosphere froze. "The princess of K country is flying to
Japan tomorrow to find Ryo and personally apologize to you." "Ah!" The hunter screamed. Ah Xiang laughed, "Ah Liao
, you need to find a bodyguard to protect you." Ah Liao grinned foolishly, "Xi Zi, can I hire you to
protect me?" The beautiful girl cried sweetly, "Don't be silly! You know I'm not cut out to be a bodyguard
, you should find someone else."

"Please continue the unfinished game, you three. Have a good time." The beautiful girl turned and walked towards the window. "
Xi Zi, won't you chat with us a little longer?" "No. Sister Zi, look at Ah Liao's lustful
look , he'll eat our bones." "Then you're going back to Switzerland?" "No, the director gave me
three days of leave, I have to go back to the mountains to feed the pandas." "Pandas? Are there native pandas in Japan?"
The hunter, Ah Xiang, and Zi looked at each other and exclaimed in unison. "Yes, I have one
, it doesn't eat bamboo, it lives on 'meat'." The girl cried sweetly. "???"

Yu Shuang turned her alluring eyes, smiled charmingly, made a V-sign with her right hand, and lightly stuck out her tongue.

(End of Chapter 3)

Chapter 4, Fierce Battle! Crossing the Gate of Life and Death - The Shadow Assassin Chapter (Part 1)

Assassins are nameless, nameless since ancient times.

Is killing really just a matter of a head falling to the ground? Unless a person's mental state is different from that of an ordinary person, I believe no one
would take pleasure in this matter (the abnormal do not know what pleasure is). Killing, for money, for sex
, for revenge, without asking why, or killing for the sake of killing? Seeking only the pleasure of love and revenge. Bloodthirsty people are not common. The smell of
blood and the brutality are nauseating. Ordinary people avoid them like the plague. Only one type of person uses it
as a skill to make a living. This group is commonly known as assassins.

Turning the pages of history, found in martial arts, political, and science fiction novels or historical records, assassins
are not popular figures—they are applauded for eliminating evil and condemned for harming good. Therefore, assassins
are tragic figures, not only living in the shadows and unable to gain fame, but also hunted by enemies.

Killing is a profound art; the despicable is assassination, the exquisite is murder. It involves scheming
and manipulation. A knife in and out may be direct, but killing without bloodshed is
the ultimate technique! Of course, this article does not encourage killing, nor does it praise treachery; therefore, the name "assassin" can
be discarded! Real killing or fake killing are both evil; let's stop!

Is Xiao Yushuang a cold and beautiful young assassin? By the previously listed criteria
, she falls far short; she doesn't even qualify for the preliminary rounds. The "Brahma Illusionary White Dragon" tied to the young girl's slender waist was
a renowned weapon with supernatural powers. It had three rules for not killing: first, the innocent; second, the defenseless elderly,
women, and children; and third, those who sincerely repent and reform. These three rules ensured that she
was completely absolved of the title "assassin. "

Shadow assassins are an anomaly among assassins. They usually lurk among us, like
a shadow, so inconspicuous that they can be considered invisible (the so-called "transparent world"). Only when they
make their move do we realize their true strength, after which they disappear into the vast crowd. There are too many shadow assassins in China
. Those who have clashed with major righteous sects (Shaolin, Wudang, Kongtong, Emei, Kunlun, Qingcheng, etc.) and
mobilized all their henchmen can be considered as such. But when faced with righteous heroes, they are all silenced, merely
relegated to the dustbin of history, sadly, none of them leaving a name.

Japan's prosperity rivaled that of China. From the Warring States period to the Tokugawa Ieyasu shogunate, samurai and
ninja assassins emerged in droves, with countless schools and sects. Among the most famous samurai
were Miyamoto Musashi and Sasaki Kojiro. Ninjutsu was divided into two schools: Ninko
and Ninja. Ninko used
only bare hands and natural techniques honed through training to defeat enemies, not for killing, and therefore did not use weapons. Ninja primarily carried out
assassinations , using ninjutsu to deceive the enemy, with martial arts, swordsmanship, and stealth as secondary skills. Generally, their martial arts skills were weak,
and they were often defeated by truly skilled samurai or ronin. However, the case of
beautiful female ninjas who often used their most attractive natural asset—their own alluring bodies—as weapons is another matter entirely.

The Dragon Ninja, to which Yu Shuang belongs, is quite different. The Dragon Ninja combines the essence of samurai, ninja, and
martial arts, drawing inspiration from and utilizing nature, forging Eastern martial arts in a crucible.
They emphasize the cultivation of body and mind, and the sublimation of the spirit, painstakingly studying lost martial arts techniques, drawing upon traditional Chinese medicine
, Taoism, and Confucianism—vowing to act with the heart of a Bodhisattva, performing the deeds of a Vajra, and serving as divinely bestowed
soldiers to sweep away injustice in the world!

The super-beautiful Xiao Yu Shuang (Xiao Ye Xi Zi) grew up in this environment. She is
the most mysterious ninja among them—commanding the wind and air, wielding the White Dragon Blade to slay evil and eliminate wickedness—the blade imbued with
spirit, and the blade imbued the person with heroic spirit; person and blade become one, the blade's spirit soaring to
the heavens! This is the reason she was chosen as the female protagonist. With the prologue concluded, let's return to the main story!

Killer File Number: jk00357. Search Index—Location:
Private villa of the Ambassador of Country A in the suburbs of Tokyo, Era: April 1999, Time: 10:20 PM
. Data found.

Open file.

The ambassador's villa is situated on a lush green lawn, with flowers and trees in full bloom.
Under the moonlight, the fresh greenery reflects on the white night sky, making it exceptionally vibrant. A dark
figure, stepping through the moonlight, appears, slender and graceful, presumably a woman. Her movements
are as swift and cautious as a bat, silent and stealthy, yet they stir the creatures of the forest that were sleeping
! Animal instincts and the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid danger have always surpassed the slow-wittedness of humans. The breath of the black figure passing by
, the murderous aura, even unrelated lives are filled with extreme fear.

The woman pauses, fifty meters away, observing the activities inside the house. In the tranquil night, no one
should have expected that the shadow of a skull and scythe, a symbol of the end of life, was gradually enveloping the building.
A gentle breeze stirred, and a fleeting look of blissful intoxication crossed the young woman's delicate face. The silence held an
unusual undertone. She listened intently, trying to pinpoint the source of the sounds: the rustling footsteps of guards, the vibrations of guns
, the hum of the security system… most importantly, she wanted to discern
the voice the target of this attack.

"Ah!…Hmm!…" "Oh! Darling…" The woman recognized the voiceprint; it was indeed the ambassador
. Another female voice, quite young, was not the ambassador's wife. The lewd words were obvious; without guessing
, she knew this man was engaged in some sordid affair with an unknown woman.
The woman gave a dismissive sneer. A narrow, long samurai sword,
crafted by a renowned master, was strapped to her slender waist—a testament to its quality.

Country A, which considers itself the "world police," readily provides military assistance and financial aid to other countries
regardless . It
suppresses those who violate international justice and principles with economic sanctions and arms embargoes. However,
it only intervenes when international events are serious enough to threaten Country A's interests and security; otherwise, it remains a bystander
—and certainly not one to kick someone when they're down.

Meanwhile, Country A's ambassador, Weinberg, has just arrived in Japan to assume his new post, full of arrogance. A
pioneer of radical anti-terrorism, coupled with his utter conservatism and stubbornness, he is considered a guardian of conservatism
. He traveled alone across the ocean to take up his post. Without his wife and
daughter by his side, the loneliness of being "alone in his empty chambers" is easily imagined.

On his third day in office, he couldn't resist the torment of his inner sexual desires and
made —after all, his wife and jealous daughter weren't around, so the lecherous cat had a reason to cheat,
but he had to wipe his mouth clean and leave no evidence! He set his sights on the newlywed
wife of one of his former subordinates. "Other men's wives are always better, especially 'friends' wives'," Weinberg was
a staunch believer in this maxim, and tonight he put it into practice!

"Mr. Ambassador, you promise you won't fire my husband?" "May, if you
cooperate and make us both happy, I will recommend your husband to the President." "Hmm
... alright, what does my chastity matter for his career and future glory?" The man
was lustful, and the woman was greedy for money; they hit it off immediately. This wasn't the first time Weinberg had cheated on his beloved
wife. She was far away, and as the saying goes, "a general in the field may disobey the emperor's orders."

He personally funded the security detailing for the night's duty,
ensuring everyone from the butler to the servants received his "money-grubbing" treatment. Bundles of cash were enough to shut up the leaky mouths of the public address system
. Having deemed everything settled, at exactly 10 PM, Weinberg eagerly brought his newly
acquired mistress, Mei, to his residence. He scooped up the young woman's fragrant body and, with a flourish,
stormed into the prepared third-floor bedroom.

Too lazy to even lock the door, he tossed Mei onto the bed, then pressed himself against her, impatiently
pinning her down, as if afraid this beautiful woman he'd seduced might suddenly change her mind. Weinberg's strange hand reached out
, like a mantis foraging for prey, its pincers clamping down on the helpless cicada, its drooling mantis jaws gleaming with lustful
delight. The silvery prey was easily captured.

He hooked his arm around the woman's large breasts, kneading them with all his might until they were about to burst, Mei cried out
. She wasn't a born harlot; this was her first time having an affair. She knew that if her husband found out,
he would come after her with two antique shotguns. She… Mei couldn't bear to think about it anymore. Weinberg
excitedly tore apart her carefully worn midnight angel uniform—Mei's profession was that of
a nurse, following the Nightingale spirit. The crisp sound of tearing fabric filled Mei with shame; but she was also pleased that her husband was too gentle and weak
, never willing to treat her roughly or abuse her. She wanted change, she wanted something new. The unchanging
nature of sex was dull and uninteresting, like overbaked, shriveled pizza dough—unpalatable.

The white disguise was removed, revealing her half-naked, sweet female body. Her sexy black
lace- trimmed lingerie was small, short, and delicate, perfect for one-handed work, done in one go. He,
though older, with status, position, and honor, was still a normal man. Only married
women possessed the tenderness, obedience, charm, patience, and grace he desired. Women who had been "trained" by other men made
their encounters easier for him—Wenberg valued efficiency, had no time for tedious procrastination, and
the influence of fast-paced culture had nothing to do with the refinement of romance.

His fingers ripped open Mei's bra and panties, revealing the beauty's body,
translucent and pinkish-white under the moonlight. Her curves, alternating undulating and alluring
, ripped like ripe peaches in her secret valley, tender and juicy—an impeccable
figure! Patriotic, he was uninterested in Eastern beauties, his heart set on the golden-haired cat, sparkling, captivating
, and able to soothe his homesickness.

Wenberg pressed down, enjoying the carnal pleasure. His tongue swung like a pendulum, licking Mei's nipples. Her
reaction was fervent and genuine; sobs floated from her fragrant mouth, and the foreplay began. His palms clung to
the young woman's small, white mounds, thick golden pubic hair peeking out from between his fingers. Wenberg
rubbed them , using all his strength. The woman's caresses on her breasts were still inexhaustible, and now her sensitive vulva
was receiving inexhaustible pleasure, an intense ecstasy compounded by the overwhelming sensation. Alas, her husband's hands were no match for
a long, hot dog's tongue!

He switched hands. He unzipped his pants, and a limp, throbbing penis descended freely. "You slut,
treat it well, and it will give you the best reward." Mei tried to argue, but Wenberg's powerful waist
sank in, the penis thrusting in, its mouth instantly filled with a pot of pork belly. His head slipped between her legs,
the smell of urine filling the air. This little slut had lost control of her bladder due to excessive excitement—perfect timing. Weinberg loved
drinking the juices of beautiful women, regardless of their origin.

He dutifully wiped away the undried urine with a piece of fleshy toilet paper, then parted her
labia majora to examine the beautiful woman's genitals. Mei was experiencing sex for the first time; the wound on her hymen was fresh,
but small. It seemed she hadn't truly felt the call of the goddess of love. Her husband hadn't made good
use of his wife's naturally alluring body either. Weinberg felt sorry for Mei! Fortunately, he immediately displayed his chivalrous
spirit, drawing his sword to help her, relieving her predicament and soothing her parched thirst.

The tongue entered, her vagina contracted violently, and the strangeness of the affair made Mei's physiological reactions
ten times more alert than usual. The release of love juices and the expression of desire made her truly doubt whether she had entrusted herself to the wrong person; was
her husband 's bedroom skill even worse than an old man's? Her body writhed wildly, her lust burning fiercely, like dry tinder igniting a raging fire.
"How is it, Mei? Are you happy?" A stiff penis filled her cherry mouth. Mei
didn't have time to answer, holding his snake pillar and thrusting in and out, like a delicious lollipop.

"Mei, your husband has an old friend like me to help him resolve his wife's sexual problems. Oh...
he should thank me properly... Ah! Mei, you're so lewd!" Fingers plunged into her swampy
hot spring . "Ah!... It hurts!" the young woman begged for mercy. "Two fingers and you're already complaining? Later, when my
big thing goes in, you'll be so turned on you'll roll over." The third finger, the middle finger, without
saying a word, went straight in.

Her jade body was as soft as cotton. Mei was tormented to the point of being completely lost, and the protagonist was about to make his appearance. He shed
the restraints on his lower body, the fighter jet swooped down, the rattlesnake missile was launched, the missile aimed at the entrance,
smashing the fortifications. The steel rod plunged deep inside, and the young woman cried out in a seductive voice. Her little mouth had never tasted such a
behemoth before. Wenberg felt a pang of tenderness as he listened, embracing her and kissing her, slowly savoring the sensation, from afar to near, from near to far
, a tender and passionate affair, their hearts intertwined.

Mei gradually adapted to the excruciating
pain
in her vagina, and Wenberg, emboldened, began his unstoppable sexual exercise! First move: Push-ups—a rapid, forceful thrust! Second move: Standing Leg Raise—the two stood at attention, Wenberg lifting Mei's left leg, his crude, spiked rod throbbing wildly within her tender,
plump
vagina erect penis thrusting straight into Mei's sweaty, tearful flower-like heart! Thrust! Thrust
three more times! ...The fourth move...he couldn't even count them all!

The fight raged on the third floor, and the pretty young woman outside the villa, captivated by the extra lewd chatter, almost forgot
her purpose in coming. Her delicate cheeks flushed slightly, and she slapped her head several times, "Alright
! Time to wake up! They're adulterers!" She gripped the knife handle, then released it. The timing
was perfect, just over ten seconds left.

Action! A seductive figure descended, and silence fell. The Tibetan Mastiff kept in the front yard, waiting for orders, finally stood up
. A flash of blade. A bloody gash appeared on its forehead, and it collapsed, silent. The armed guards at the door
, "Who…?" Before they could finish their sentence, their throats were slit, blood gushing out, unable to utter a sound,
falling to the ground, still silent. With a flick of the blade, the door opened swiftly, and the girl stormed inside.
Five or six security personnel, chatting quietly, stood in the hallway; the girl's appearance terrified them!

A chilling aura emanated from the blade. The six guards suddenly felt their bodies freeze, their movements unresponsive. The girl straightened
her blade , several flashes of light appearing as the tentacles of a demonic beast pinned them to the pale yellow wall,
a red dot appearing between each of their brows. Their bodies trembled violently for a moment,
then calmed down, remaining motionless, turning into puddles of flesh stuck to the wall.

Sheathing her blade, the female ninja leaped several times, reaching the second floor where the servants lived, searching each room. These
servants had to rise early and go to bed early, which was fine. The girl approached each bed, and with a swift stroke, her blade fell
, transporting them from sleep to the underworld, where all suffering ceased. The lives of four servants, including the steward, were ended. Blood dripped from
the sheets , crawling, the crimson stench filling the air—a scene straight out of hell.

Third floor. The order—no survivors. The girl had hardened her heart. With a single slash, the sturdy
PVC door shattered, and Weinberg and Mei, lost in their love paradise, were jolted back to reality.
Turning their heads, they saw a stunningly beautiful young woman entering, carrying a gleaming samurai sword,
fresh blood dripping from its blade. Mei paled, nearly fainting.

The ambassador of Country A, barely suppressing his ejaculation, shouted, "Who are you? What are you doing here?
I'm calling the guards!" The girl coldly replied, "Dead men can't move." "Ah?"
The female ninja unleashed a U-shaped sword strike, leaving a small wound on Weinberg and the alluring young woman's throats. Simultaneously
, overwhelmed by sudden ecstasy, he released a torrent of white fluid, while Mei's gushing semen flowed freely. The final climax
remained in their farewell. Born not on the same day, month, and year, they must die
on . Alas, how tragic.

"You two are a bunch of hypocrites!" the young girl cursed inwardly. "
One of the obstacles hindering our sect's conquest of the world has been removed." She extended a jade-like finger, gathered her inner energy, and
carved the Chinese character "九" (nine) on the wall fifteen centimeters away. The girl smiled sweetly, nodded her jade-like head, turned around with satisfaction,
walked out of the room, and disappeared into the darkness...

The next day, major Japanese newspapers published the tragic news of the massacre at the official residence of country A. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of country A
lodged a strong protest with Japan, demanding that the case be solved within a specified time. Coincidentally, four days later, a similar massacre occurred at the ambassadorial residence of country C, whose territory
borders country A. All eight members of the family perished.
Ambassadors from various countries stationed in Japan were filled with anxiety, deeply concerned for their own safety, and frequently inquired about the progress of the cases.
Left with no other option, the Prime Minister established a special task force spanning multiple government departments to investigate, leading to

a stalemate ...

Author: Dream Builder

Chapter Four: Fierce Battle! Crossing the Gate of Life and Death – Chapter Two of the Shadow Assassin

"Officer Ko, a visitor is looking for you in the conference room." "Oh? Thank you,
Officer ." Samejima's expression changed. "That super stunningly beautiful girl is even more gorgeous than you!" "
Really?" Nogami Ko stood up from her deputy section chief's seat. Her exquisite body was tightly wrapped
, but it still couldn't stop her colleagues and subordinates from leering at her. "If you agree
to go on a date with me tonight, I'll admit you're more beautiful than her." "Thank you, no need!" After a seductive cry, her
tall riding boots stomped heavily on Samejima's foot, causing him to cry out in pain!

Ko had just been promoted to deputy section chief of the police station's Detective Division 1. Her investigative abilities were as striking as
her looks. Hearing the warnings and whispers from her female colleagues—this was a division teeming with lecherous men, a forbidden zone that every female detective
avoided like the plague—she still took the position. Abandoning her previous fashion philosophy and sacrificing her natural love of
beauty , she dressed like a tightly packed rice dumpling to face her greatest challenge—
surviving in a class for perverts.

Holding case files, she reached the meeting room door only to see a swarm of butterflies, bees,
cockroaches , and flies affectionately gathered at the two glass windows beside the door, seemingly wanting to burst through.
"What are you all doing crammed here?" The officers turned around—it was Zi! "Sir...
Sir!" The red sea parted, clearing a path. Zi walked past the human wall with slight annoyance, closing the door to
the meeting room . "Yuko, you're finally here!"

"Sister Zi!" Yushuang happily rushed forward and hugged Zi, exchanging a few pleasantries before the two...
The pretty girls sat down hand in hand. "Where's Lilia? Why didn't she come? Aren't you two
inseparable?" "She went to gather relevant information. We'll meet up with her."
"Let's get down to business. Yuko, you must have heard about the murder at the ambassadorial residences of countries A and C, right
?" "Yes. The Prime Minister wrote a personal letter to ISBI requesting assistance, and you, Yuko-neechan
, called them urgently. Even if Yuko is busy, she'll still come back because of your kindness."

"You're such a good friend. That Ryo was too scared to accept the request when he heard it was a murder involving a samurai sword
. The Metropolitan Police Chief knows we know each other, so he
asked you to intervene through him." Yushuang exclaimed, "Does Ryo still remember the lesson he learned in M country?"
"Don't mention him. Yuko, what's your opinion?" "I want to verify some things.
Do you have any photos of the crime scene?

" Zi opened the file folder and took out the photos and autopsy reports from the two cases. After carefully examining them, Yu Shuang
frowned slightly, her delicate cheeks furrowed, and she tilted her head in thought. Suddenly, the glass windows on both sides of the door rattled.
Zi lifted her chin to look and saw a series of distorted, lecherous faces
pressed , drooling more slick than soap suds. A nameless rage flared within her. She immediately went to the door, forcefully
twisted the doorknob, and said coquettishly, "Are you all too idle? Are you all just sitting here watching people and
guests? Have you made any progress on the murder case?" The officers present all shook their heads.

"No? If not, why are you still here? Go and investigate the case and figure things out
!" she murmured, her voice full of allure. The lustful men all saluted: "Yes,
sir ! No! Officer!" and scattered. She closed the door and sat back down. "What's wrong?" Yu
Shuang asked sweetly. "A bunch of perverts." Zi Cai noticed the beautiful girl's attire and
understood the reason for the chaotic scene outside the door—the girl wore a sleeveless yellow t-shirt and
an extremely short white mini-skirt over her jade-like buttocks. As Yu Shuang sat down, the skirt shortened further, revealing her fair and beautiful
legs —how alluring!

"Xi Zi, you seem to be dressed a bit too lightly." "Really? This is what my master
likes to wear the most." "Your master likes it?" Yu Shuang blurted out, her cheeks flushing red. "
No, my master..." Zi Cai knew that Yu Shuang's lover was her mentor, so he stopped there. "
The men here are far inferior to the '
Midnight Dressed like this... hehe, you'll
encourage them to commit crimes!" "Becoming a more 'rascal'-like man is
a matter of their own mentality, not the amount of clothing a girl wears."

"Okay! You're right. Yuko, you've thought about it for so long, have you made any progress?" "Not
really sure." Yushuang's jade-like hand spread out a pile of photos. "Sister Yuko,
the methods used are the same, and the evidence obtained is very little. Did the security systems of the two official residences capture any
images of the suspects?" "They only captured the terrified expressions of the guards. After that, the screen went completely white;
all the surveillance cameras on each floor were destroyed by some unknown force."

"I see. Look, the Chinese character '九' was found on the wall of the two ambassadors' master bedroom."
"The marks are very even, not made by tools, as if a master used internal force to leave words on the wall." "Nine
? Does it have a meaning?" "Yes, 'Nine Lu Precepts Gate'." "Nine Lu Precepts Gate? That very secretive
and strange shadow assassin organization?" "You've heard of it too? Sister Zi." "Yes. A
senior female officer who specializes in serious cases told me about it."

"Isbi has been watching them for a long time, but hasn't been able to get any leverage. This time they've
caught us red-handed." "Oh? Stop keeping me in suspense! Yuko, hurry up and tell me." Zi was impatient
. "These two shocking assassination cases are very likely orchestrated by them." "Hmm..." "
The perpetrator is one of the 'Nine Lu Precepts Blades' under the 'Nine Lu Precepts Gate'—'Female Plain Blade'.
" "The suspect is a girl?" Yushuang nodded her delicate head.

"The distinctive features of the 'Female Plain Blade' lie in its narrow blade, rapid strikes, and small yet deep wounds—a single,
fatal blow . Looking at these crime scene photos, it's easy to see that the victims' wounds all resemble this." Zi
glanced down; indeed. "The victims' conditions were also horrific, especially the six
police officers stationed at the A country's official residence." "Yes, we used shovels and raked for a long time before we could dig out their patty-shaped bodies.
" "This skill is unique to the 'Fallen Leaf Rinpoche' of the 'Female Plain Blade.'"

The 'Fallen Leaf Rinpoche' is a sword technique that mimics the fleeting beauty of falling maple leaves. Though seemingly feminine,
its hidden killing power far surpasses other masculine sword techniques. Humans are conductors of electricity, and also 'conductors of gas
,' like balloons with constantly circulating blood and energy. The 'Female Plain Blade' paired with the 'Fallen Leaf Rinpoche' is
like a needle capable of puncturing a balloon; the sword energy flowing through the blade is injected into the wounds and openings in the human body
. If it were a head, the sword energy would surge with a roaring aura, causing a magnitude 10 earthquake in the brain
, spreading through nerves, blood vessels, and tendons throughout the body,
completely disintegrating cells, tissues, the nervous system, and skeletal structure—leaving the body no different from minced meat—like a bursting balloon.

"How terrifying." "'Female Plain Sword' is a master of qi; she can control her own and
her opponent 's qi at will." "The opponent is strong..." "'Nine Lu Precepts Sword' has
five members; it's said two are in Osaka, and the other three are in their lair." "Their headquarters is
..." "'Nine Lu Precepts Gate's' headquarters is in Okinawa." "Okinawa? The police there aren't enough.
" "There's no other way, Sister Zi. If it really is them, you'll have to request backup." Zi lowered her head,
remaining silent.

"However, it's still in the speculative stage. I need further evidence." "Actually,
Yuko, we collected an incomplete, suspicious fingerprint in the living room of the C country ambassador's residence.
It was left on a crystal glass Venus statue, obviously
accidentally left behind when the suspect destroyed evidence." "Oh, worth seeing." Yuko
handed the fingerprint sample to Yushuang. The beautiful girl took it first, then took out a laptop and a
long, black rectangular box from her handbag. "This long black box is..." "It's a portable scanner
that can scan images on any size of paper."

She turned on the power and voice-activated the computer, "Computer, satellite connection back to the ISBI computer host
." Yushuang scanned the fingerprint image, "Next step, reconstruct this fingerprint that's only one-third the size."
"Please provide the original fingerprint image and information on candidates matching the original fingerprint." Fingerprint identification is a field of image
processing . Restoring a damaged fingerprint is no easy task. In addition to image processing
skills, it requires knowledge of computer graphics, discrete mathematics, linear algebra, calculus, and other scientific fields. It would be too much
trouble for human experts to do. It's better to leave it to the patient computer.

While processing the fingerprints, Zi and Yushuang analyzed the case to determine the motive, but they still couldn't figure it out
. Hatred? Resentment? It's not worth the cost of killing the whole family. Thirty minutes later, the computer returned the results—
the person at the top of the list—was indeed a woman—Kawashita Shiori, about nineteen years old, currently living in Kanda-cho, Osaka City,
with a probability of nearly 85%, and a seductive appearance. The girl looked at the restored fingerprint image and
her photo on the screen. A red mole on the corner of Shiori's left eyebrow caught her attention.

"It's her! She used an alias. I remember this red mole;
it's a distinguishing feature noted in the ISBI killer files. Kawashita Shiori is the 'Female Sword' from 'Nine Ryu no Kiss'—
Yabuki Aya herself!" Yushuang was so excited she wanted to slap the table in celebration, but her slender hand froze in mid-air, afraid
to move—she was afraid of smashing the conference table to pieces again. "The suspect has been found. Great, Yuko,
what are you planning to do?" "Hehe, naturally, I'll meet her." The girl smiled sweetly.

Yabuki Aya was a woman who was somewhat 'different'. Really.

Kanda-cho, Osaka. The next morning.

A simple two-story shack. Twenty meters behind the house, a commuter train
roared past on the viaduct, shaking the windows. In the bedroom on the second floor, a young man and woman were intimately joined together
; to put it bluntly, the girl was having sex with the man. This girl was Yabuki Aya. What sets her
apart is that Aya is intersex, hermaphroditic, and hermaphroditic. She possesses both male and female sexual
organs, both of which are well-developed and healthy.

The girl's iron rod is being forcefully thrust into the man's anus, a form of sodomy (Note 1). The man
's tragic cries, reminiscent of Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the King of Qin at the Yi River, are still vivid in her mind. "Aya, your
strength is amazing... oh! Better than oral sex!" "Zhengtai, you... um, you're such a pervert
! Oh... you only have an orgasm when someone uses a penis to penetrate you. Isn't it enough that you're a pervert on the train,
specifically targeting high school girls for lewd acts?" The thrusting force doubles. "Those high school girls,
their breasts and buttocks don't feel very fleshy, but their calves are quite plump, not very interesting."

Another man, "Nine-fold Precept Blade"—"Kojiro's Dual Sword Style"—Sasaki Masayoshi,
rumored to be a descendant of Sasaki Kojiro, had a face full of bittersweet joy. "That's the
feeling! It's like being struck by your 'Fallen Leaf Rinpoche'! Aya!..." As soon as he finished speaking, his
huge penis trembled, a long, white waterfall, a pale green bedspread, a large, strangely colored map. Aya's
thrusting suddenly stopped, as if by telepathy, her semen sprayed wildly into Masayoshi's rectum and large intestine, and probably also
into the winding small intestine. Aya and Masayoshi's individual huge pillars were not yet tired.

"Ha, ha..." The two of them breathed heavily with pleasure. "If we were in Ryukyu, there would be many more things to consider.
" "Aya, that's why your senior brother brought you out." "Senior brother, is your purpose just to
have sex with me?" Aya blushed and said, pinching his scrotum. "No, no,
we 're laying the foundation for our sect's path to world domination." He spoke seriously,
but Masayasu's hands were already mischievously probing Aya's pink vulva. His fingers suddenly thrust in. "Ouch, Masayasu,
that hurts. You heartless man!" Her full breasts were also attacked, sinking into his palms.

He pressed down on Aya, the girl's vulva dripping with fluid from beneath her scrotum. She was filled with desire.
"Senior brother, I must have hurt you a lot just now. Don't you want to get revenge?" Masayasu grinned wickedly
: "It's not gentlemanly to leave this grudge unavenged." His penis thrust straight into Aya's insides, and the girl screamed, half in pain and half ashamed.
The man moved back and forth in a simple, harmonious motion, his hands gripping the girl's enormous penis, rubbing and masturbating her, wanting a
double penetration, a simultaneous flow of both fluids. The sandwich of the girl's semen and vaginal honey was his favorite.

"Bad senior brother, do it from both ends!" Aya protested in a coquettish voice, her objections ineffective. The two-pronged approach
had a miraculous effect; the girl's moans and cries of pleasure reached a point where they lost all direction,
the notes lost their meaning, the scales lost their accuracy. Sex, love, the beginning of all music. Zhengtai
went all out Aya's vagina twisted and tightened, the vibrations of his penis became even faster, her final climax
was approaching! She was about to explode! Her nipples, pulled by his hands, became erect, the current of love flowing through them.

Aya's exquisite voice, the joyful cries of a nightingale, the resonance of her vaginal and yang essences, the white and yellow
gifts of the girl willingly shot into Zhengtai's wide-open wolf mouth, receiving the natural reward. He
carefully cleaned the girl's bodily fluids with his throat and tongue, making a slurping sound. This attentive afterplay and the ticklish sensation
amused Aya, who clamored for another hundred rounds of passion.

"Jungtae, let's go again... Hey, senior brother, there's a very strong aura coming this way
." "Is there an enemy?" Aya nodded, saying nothing more. The two quickly dressed,
grabbed their usual weapons, and observed each other's actions. A breeze blew through the tightly closed French windows, and a
stunningly beautiful girl, dressed in ninja attire, entered through the window, her intentions clearly hostile.

Sasaki Masayoshi's eyes lit up: "Wow, a stunningly beautiful young girl I've never seen before!
She's only sixteen. I adore her." Aya pouted her alluring lips: "Hmph,
you fall for every pretty girl you see? You shameless pervert! Wait till she's chopped into pieces, then you'll still like her
!" A woman drew her sword, a move so fast it was invisible, a standard "Fallen Leaf Rinpoche
" technique. The girl smiled charmingly, her alluring figure flashing as she easily dodged the first wave of attacks.

"Oh, you actually dodged it. Seems interesting. Little sister, what is your identity…?"
Yabuki Aya asked. "I'm an ISBI agent." "ISBI agents include ninjas."

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