[Ninja Killing] Chapter Nineteen

Publication Date: November 18, 2015
Publication Address: m-series resource aggregation.
Author: fqcc/fbcc
Chapter Nineteen: The Formless Great Way - A Storm is Coming
In my understanding, in countries where capitalism prevails, military power is a continuation of politics, and politics serves the economy
. Without economic strength, there is no military power. For a peaceful, stable, and powerful nation,
these three aspects complement each other and are indispensable. For example, the United States, across the ocean, is universally recognized as the world's
leading power, in terms of politics, economy, and military. However, the core value of the United States is not its military
and political strength, but the US dollar.
Many people understand this, so I will simply explain: the US dollar is not issued by the US central bank,
but by a privately owned joint-stock bank called the Federal Reserve. The issuance of the US dollar is
guaranteed by government and state tax revenues to form bonds, which are then issued by the Federal Reserve in corresponding amounts. This debt-bearing note
is called the US dollar. For every new bill that returns to the market, a new bill flows in,
creating a continuous cycle between zero and one. This ensures that the US dollar doesn't flood the market and devalue itself—ideally, this is
the best-case scenario. However, if the US engages in massive fiscal spending through quantitative easing to stimulate the economy, it's tantamount to
over-issuing currency and artificially devaluing it.
The devaluation of the US dollar benefits the US in many ways: it stimulates exports and effectively
robs countries holding huge US dollar reserves. The US
considers many factors when implementing monetary policy. Currently, the US has a large fiscal deficit, and the US dollar is an internationally traded currency. Devaluation
reduces the fiscal deficit, allowing the international community to bear the burden of the US's losses. Countries like Japan and China,
holding huge US dollar reserves, naturally bear the greatest losses.
Furthermore, US dollar devaluation promotes exports and economic development, facilitating the overseas expansion of US companies.
The depreciation of the US dollar inevitably leads to the appreciation of the currencies of both countries. This will inevitably hinder the sale of goods from both countries to the US,
while expanding US exports to both countries. When the currencies of both countries appreciate to a certain level, that's
when they will be able to exploit and profit from the situation. To put it bluntly, the US dollar, as an internationally circulating hard currency,
is deeply embedded in the financial chains of every free-trading nation in today's era of financial globalization and information technology. It is not the US gold standard
(since the late 1920s and early 1930s,
when the hyperinflation caused by the Great Depression forced the US and Great Britain to decouple from the gold standard, the US dollar has become like a wild horse, uncontrollable. The Federal Reserve can
control its issuance at any time to harvest and plunder all the world's wealth, including that of the US itself, and
the insidiousness and harmfulness of this plunder are greater than the destructive power of dropping hundreds of atomic bombs).
So, has anyone tried to challenge the international status of the US dollar? The answer is yes. Great Britain, the European Community,
and even recently, Japan have all tried, but none have been ruthlessly suppressed. Japan's economy has
stagnated or even regressed for thirty years, largely thanks to the Federal Reserve, led by elite financial groups, which forced the world to accept the US dollar as
the highest value asset in place of gold, its "value" unchanging (the so-called credibility of the US dollar).
Exhausted by the war, capitalist countries reliant on US aid were forced to accept this system
. The US dollar is their weapon for world domination, but also their Achilles' heel. Is this Japanese financial bubble
another instance of their plunder? The answer will soon be revealed
…
Late at night, the Japanese Prime Minister's residence was still brightly lit. The current Prime Minister, Akira Asada, was pacing back and forth in his office
. His expression was agitated, his anxious face etched with wrinkles, a
stark contrast to his composed demeanor on television.
"Tell me, just how serious is the situation right now?" He stopped and
asked the other three people in the office.
Sitting on the sofa in the Prime Minister's office were three rather elderly men: Deputy Prime Minister Katsuyuki
Okada, Finance Minister Fukuda Futaro, and Governor of the Central Bank of Japan, Yasuo Kuroda.
Sitting on the left, Fukuda Futaka adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and spoke first, his expression unpredictable:
"The Nikkei index is about to reach 40,000 points, which is an unbelievable level, completely detached from the real economy
. Coupled with the public's frenzy, I worry that once that hot money and speculative capital withdraw, our financial market will collapse immediately
."
Kuroda Yasuo, sitting beside him, chimed in: "Currently, there are also a large number of unidentified
forces both domestically and overseas rapidly absorbing our yen. Moreover, the growth of foreign exchange reserves in recent months has been extremely abnormal
. As of mid-month, according to data from the Financial Services Agency, Japan's foreign exchange reserves have increased to 4.5 trillion
yen, exceeding the combined foreign exchange reserves of the world's seven major industrialized nations, as well as South Korea, Taiwan, and Hong Kong
. Foreign exchange reserves increased by 100 billion yen in that month alone, an average increase of over 3 billion yen per day. However, from what I
understand, a large portion of this new foreign exchange reserve is 'unexplained foreign exchange inflows.' Furthermore,
there has been a recent trend of rapid inflow of foreign capital into Japan. " According to the Financial Services Agency's forecast, foreign exchange inflows into Japan in the third quarter will exceed
800 billion yen. Of this, the combined increase from the trade surplus and foreign direct investment in a single month is only 50 billion yen,
while "unexplained foreign exchange inflows" reach a staggering 100 billion yen. These unexplained foreign exchange inflows most likely
entered Japan primarily through falsified trade import/export declarations, foreign direct investment, and underground banks. "At
first, we thought it was normal commercial and investment flow, but as they gradually approached our foreign exchange warning line,
we realized the problem was quite serious,"
said Yasuo Kuroda in one breath. He wiped the sweat from his brow; even in the late autumn weather, he was
drenched in cold sweat, a testament to the immense pressure he was under.
These "unexplained foreign exchange inflows" are essentially international hot money,
roaming the globe seeking short-term arbitrage opportunities amidst global economic uncertainty.
The financial crisis that erupted in Asia and Southeast Asia years ago serves as a prime example. Now, with
such massive amounts of hot money flooding into Japan's financial markets, no one would believe they are contributing to Japan's development.
" Gawa!"
"Baka...Are you all pigs? Don't tell me the enemy's attack just started; even a fool
knows they've been planning this for a long time! Tell me...how are you doing this?" Akira Asada angrily
shoved all the documents off his desk to the floor, his aged face contorted with rage, his hair standing on end,
almost completely out of control.
He could tolerate the ups and downs of the stock and real estate markets, because even if the bubble burst, the losses would only be felt by the greedy
public and those worthless listed companies, not by the real economy of Japan, which was primarily
based on high-end manufacturing and high technology.
But what if the target of those hot money attacks was their currency? That wouldn't be a matter of how much money was lost,
but rather the very foundation of Japan would be shaken. Companies, factories, and banks would collapse en masse, and people's savings would be wiped out.
The thought of such widespread misery made him break out in a cold sweat—far worse than if the US had dropped ten or eight atomic bombs
.
Because war destroys the human body, but economic collapse destroys people's beliefs and confidence.
"Your Excellency, please calm down. This isn't about assigning blame, but about
how to minimize our losses," Deputy Prime Minister Katsuyuki Okada said calmly.
"You… sigh… never mind, everyone, just share your thoughts," Akira Asada sighed heavily.
Fukuda Futaro glanced at everyone before finally stating his opinion: "Your Excellency, firstly, I think
the stock market has reached the peak of its bubble. According to our monitoring, international hot money is showing signs of quietly withdrawing
. Tomorrow, while issuing a warning, we should also use some funds to enter the market and suppress some leading stocks
. We don't need a dramatic effect, but we hope to get some of the more astute investors out of the market, reducing their losses. In short
(those who escape will survive)." "
Hmm, that's a feasible suggestion. And what's the second point?" Akira Asada nodded.
With Asada Akira's approval, Fukuda's confidence returned slightly, and he continued, "Secondly
, tomorrow the central bank spokesperson will announce the suspension of quantitative easing and the increase in deposit and
loan interest rates to attract excess liquidity back to banks and reduce the total amount of yen being absorbed by those with ulterior motives
."
"I agree with that, but I'd like to add that we must also raise interbank lending rates and
the central bank's discount rate, forcing aggressive funds to increase their financing costs while compelling
other commercial banks to tighten credit and reduce the rise in non-performing loans," Central Bank Governor Kuroda Yasuo interjected.
"Hmm, go on," Asada Akira's tense face relaxed slightly.
"As for the third point..." Fukuda looked hesitant.
"Why did you stop?" Asada Akira's eyes flashed with a sharp light, making Fukuda break out in a cold sweat.
"Hey... the third point is to reduce holdings of US bonds, and try
to sell short-term bonds and bonds that are about to mature at a discount to the market, recover as much capital as possible, and store more ammunition for the upcoming financial war." Fukuda Kazuo finally
voiced his thoughts, but his voice grew softer as he spoke, because he felt that
the chances of the Prime Minister agreeing were slim. Selling a large amount of US bonds into the market would be like throwing a financial nuclear bomb. If
they did that, it would be tantamount to declaring war on their big brother, the United States, and the Federal Reserve, with unimaginable consequences. "Sigh... You know it's impossible to do that. Although we all know those offshore funds 　　have intricate relationships
with the Fed and Juncker of the EC, 　　it's not the right time to openly break ties without absolute certainty. By the way, what's this WK Investment Company 　　all about? I heard they've been lending heavily to various banks in the country 　　, and investing those funds in leading stocks and even the bond market. This stock market surge 　　owes a great deal to them." 　　The people present exchanged glances. Of course, they knew about this company. 　　The banks that lent money to WK Investment Company were all under the control of their powerful financial groups, and 　　the amount of money lent was astronomical. This left them speechless for a moment. 　　"What's wrong? Why are you silent again? What's wrong with this company?" Asada Akira said impatiently 　　. 　　"This company is actually an investment company under Deutsche Bank, but when it was established in our country, it was not registered 　　as a bank, but as an investment company. Therefore, it is not subject to the treaties set forth by the central bank at all. Moreover, 　　thanks to the strict secrecy laws of the Bank of Japan, the Deutsche Bank cannot inspect or supervise WK, 　　even though WK Investment Company has in fact been deeply involved in banking business, so... so..." Central Bank Governor 　　Yasuo Kuroda stammered as he explained. 　　"So the major conglomerates and those small and medium-sized banks can lend to it at will, letting it disrupt the financial market? 　　Are they pigs? How could they do this? Do they know that this is a crime? If 　　the economy of the Land of Japan collapses, they will all be sinners in history, deserving of death a thousand times over." Akira Asada became more and more agitated as he spoke, his bloodshot 　　eyes frightening the people present into not daring to breathe. 　　"Hoo... Hah... Baka." "Hmph, never mind, it's useless to talk to you about this. I know you've 　　all tried your best. Let's put WK Investment aside for now and continue discussing other solutions." " 　　Yes, Your Excellency." Seeing that Asada Akira wasn't pressing the issue of WK Investment anymore, they 　　all secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't that they didn't know the company's dangerous nature; if anything 　　happened to it, the entire financial and banking industry of the Land of the Rising Sun would be in dire straits. The amount of money it had lent out 　　was terrifying, and with the impending financial crisis, the thought was chilling. It wasn't that they 　　didn't want to warn the conglomerate behind it, but blinded by greed and the promise of high returns, 　　nothing they said mattered. They could only pray that the company wouldn't collapse in the ensuing financial storm. 　　There's a joke in the market: "If you owe the bank 10,000 yuan and don't pay it back, you're in trouble. If you owe the bank a million 　　or even ten million yuan and don't pay it back, the bank is in big trouble." This is because banks are now hesitant to act, forcing them 　　to prevent you from going bankrupt or going out of business. 　　The four-person meeting lasted until 3 a.m. the next day. After the deputy prime minister and the other two left, their faces were pale.

The aged and haggard Akira Asada stood by the window, gazing at the still brightly lit streets outside.
His once-straight back was now somewhat hunched; the pressures of national affairs and the people's livelihood left the nearly seventy-year-old man feeling powerless despite his efforts. In the lamplight,
he saw dark clouds gathering overhead, foreshadowing an impending storm.
"Come... let's fight to the death!" In that instant,
an immense fighting spirit emanated from Akira Asada's old and frail body.
...
At 8:50 AM the morning the meeting ended, the Central Bank of Japan announced via live television an increase in
deposit and loan interest rates, while simultaneously suspending its quantitative easing policy to reduce the large amount of excess capital
.
However, this policy was quickly opposed by both domestic commercial banks and the US government, with the US government
's voice being the strongest. Their reasoning was that if Japanese banks raised interest rates, domestic funds would
flow less back to the European and American markets, while hot money would flow more into Japan, causing turmoil in the international financial markets. Therefore ,
they advised Japan to postpone the interest rate hike.
Under pressure from the United States, the Japanese government was forced to back down and temporarily suspend its interest rate hike, but
maintained its tight monetary policy while raising the ultra-low discount rate from 2% to 4% to reduce interbank liquidity
. But was this measure truly effective? The answer is no. Japan's previously implemented excessively expansionary
monetary policy had created a large surplus of funds.
With a lack of favorable investment opportunities in the financial markets, cheap funds flowed into the stock
and real estate markets through various channels, causing a sharp rise in asset prices. This high inflation provided
significant opportunities for international speculators.
Shortly after the central bank's announcement, the Japanese Finance Ministry also announced that the government would intervene in the
overheated stock and futures markets. This announcement poured cold water on the overheated stock market, causing the
Nikkei index to plummet. Coupled with a large number of sell orders, this created widespread panic among the public, leading to
unfavorable speculation and the joining of the sell-off.
However, this bearish atmosphere didn't last long. A massive influx of funds appeared to prop up the market, and numerous
self-proclaimed stock market gurus emerged from nowhere, praising the market and predicting a bullish future, even confidently asserting
that the market hadn't yet hit its ceiling and would reach 50,000 points by the end of the year.
Investors were caught off guard and could only wait and see. The struggle between the bulls and bears was short-lived,
ending with the bears' defeat and the market rebound continuing across the board. (Ahem... Here, I'll
briefly explain two professional terms. There might be inaccuracies, please forgive me. What is the discount rate? Well, simply put, it
's the interest rate generated by the central bank's loans to its commercial banks. What goes around comes around, and even a family
has its share. The central bank and its banks need to keep track of the interest, and the interest rate depends on the central bank's economic
policies; different situations result in different interest rates. As for the overnight interbank lending rate, it's short-term
lending between banks. Of course, interest is charged, generally higher than the central bank's lending rate. However, in special circumstances, the central bank
has the power to regulate this; otherwise, internal strife among banks would create chaos and be difficult to manage.)
...
The nights in Jingdong City were exceptionally bustling due to the daytime stock market boom. Happy citizens
squandered their easily acquired money in various brightly lit nightclubs, while gleaming dance halls were prominently located
on the streets.
A lemon-yellow Porsche GT convertible sped along the narrow road, its deep roar
echoing through the streets. Finally, with a sharp screech of brakes, the Porsche came to a smooth stop in front of the Silver White cabaret. At that moment,
a valet appeared out of nowhere. He quickly walked to the car door and carefully
opened the driver's side door. Customers who frequented the Silver White were all wealthy and powerful; he dared not neglect these dignitaries. Besides, with his
discerning eye, he could tell this wasn't an ordinary Porsche, but a custom-made version.
"Such fair and delicate legs." Out of politeness, the valet didn't dare look directly at the person in the sports car, but from his
line of sight, he saw a pair of long, white legs peeking out from under a sheer, lace-trimmed long dress. On slender feet were a
pair of Roman-style high-top strappy black high-heeled sandals with very thin, silver heels, and five snow-white, rounded toenails
painted with alluring black nail polish. As the owner of the beautiful legs stepped out of the car, the valet forgot his polite
greeting and just stared dumbfounded at her back.
As if sensing his lapse, the woman, wearing a lace half-mask, turned and smiled at him. Her cold, alluring smile
struck him like a bolt of lightning, leaving him frozen in place. Working in such a high-class nightclub, he had seen his
fair share of beautiful women, but this was the first time he had ever seen such a stunning beauty with such noble and mysterious aura.
Although the woman's face was partially concealed by the veil, her exposed features—a delicate white face, thin black lips,
a high nose bridge, and eyes as deep as the night—along with the barely perceptible smile on her lips, were all captivating.
A devilishly beautiful woman wore a black fishnet lace bodycon evening gown. The sexy, sheer fishnet fabric
hugged her long, slender neck and led to her proud breasts. The black lace demi-cup design barely concealed
her alluring nipples.
The interwoven fishnet and spiderweb-like lace patterns made her slender waist vaguely visible in the dim light.
The side slits of the sheer skirt were high, reaching her upper thighs, and her long, slender,
high-heeled legs were faintly visible as she walked. Just as the parking attendant was stunned, a glittering silver object landed precisely
in his hand. Upon closer inspection, it was a car key.
"Hey, handsome, stop daydreaming, help me find a good parking spot and park the car properly. Hehehe..." The woman let out
a silvery laugh, then, clutching her handbag, walked towards the door of the nightclub without looking back.
"Oh...okay...don't worry." The valet snapped out of his daze, opened the car door
, and sat in the driver's seat where the woman had just been. He savored the lingering scent of her fragrance and watched her departing figure. He couldn't help
but sigh, "Who is that girl? Her voice is so beautiful. If I had a girlfriend like that
, I'd gladly shorten my life by twenty years."
Just as the woman reached the entrance, she was stopped by two security guards standing at the gate.
"Beautiful lady, please show me your invitation card, okay?" The usually stern-faced security guard showed
a rare gentleness; it seemed beautiful women always had privileges.
"Oh, okay, here's my invitation card, please take a look." The woman pulled out a gold-edged, gold-lettered
invitation card from her handbag. Looking at the glittering design, one could imagine how tacky the person who issued the invitation must be.
"No problem, beautiful lady, please come in." After a careful inspection, the security guard politely gestured for her to
enter. The woman smiled and strode gracefully through the door.
Entering the hall, the atmosphere was quite lively. Tonight's theme was a masquerade party. Although the party had
n't officially started, it was already filled with men and women dressed in various costumes. Regardless of their attire, none
of them concealed their true faces. Those standing in front of you or passing by could be famous celebrities,
even successful businessmen or politicians. In the dim light and soft, ambiguous music, these elegantly dressed people
mingled, chatting and seeking out strangers to vent their animalistic desires.
When the woman entered the hall, she immediately attracted everyone's attention—men's admiration,
women's envy, and even more so, an undisguised, naked stare at her beautiful figure. The woman seemed accustomed to
these gazes; she walked alone to the corner bar, sat down, ordered a cocktail, and
savored it. As she enjoyed her drink, several men, believing themselves exceptionally charming, approached
her, hoping to strike up a conversation, but she politely declined each time.
While she quietly absorbed the atmosphere of the hall, she was unaware that a pair of lecherous eyes were
intently watching her through a surveillance camera. Those eyes hadn't left her since the moment she entered
, the owner of those eyes constantly switching the screen on the unfamiliar woman with a remote control. His robust
body was constantly engaged, wielding his monstrous member as he pounded into the young woman whose back was turned to him.
A lifelike tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead was tattooed on his strong, dark chest, and each of his thick arms was covered in blue dragons. His
free hand wielded a leather whip, lashing it against the woman's snow-white back with each thrust. Each lash
left a gaping wound, raw flesh and blood soaking their
bodies—a gruesome and horrific scene.
Why didn't the woman resist? Her hands and feet were bound tightly with soaked leather, and a gag
was stuffed into her open mouth, initially drooling, but eventually only foaming white. Her
long, flowing hair concealed her face, pale from pain and blood loss, and her lifeless eyes were unfocused.
Even more gruesome was the sight of blood flowing freely from her pink vulva as the man thrust into her from behind. The
blood mingled with the blood from her back, dripping onto the deep red carpet. It turned out the man's penis was encased in a hard, barbed sheath,
indicating the woman's vagina had been thoroughly ripped apart.
The man stared at the woman in the image, his thrusts intensifying. The woman before him
swayed violently like a small boat in a storm. Her bound mouth emitted weaker moans, her pupils dilated, and finally,
with a roar from the man, she stopped struggling. Her stiff face, filled with resentment, anger, and terror, departed this world.
"Useless..." the man muttered angrily, thrusting a few more times, but the woman
remained motionless like a dead fish. Losing interest, the man angrily withdrew. The woman's
body, now unsupported, fell bonelessly onto the carpet with a dull thud.
"Come in and tidy up." The man spoke into the intercom on his desk. The office door
opened, and two bodyguards who had been standing guard outside entered. The strong stench of blood was nauseating, but the two
men seemed unfazed by the gruesome scene. Their cold, expressionless faces showed no emotion as they
carefully wrapped the woman's body in a white sheet, preparing to carry it away.
"Wait, check the identity of the woman in the video for me. I'm going to take a shower now.
I hope to get an answer after I'm done," the man ordered coldly.
"Yes, Chief Murayama." The two bodyguards nodded and bowed respectfully.
"Go..." With that, the man draped a towel over his shoulders and turned to walk towards the bathroom inside.
This man was the current chief of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Yamaguchi Murayama. According to records, he was fifty-five years old, but due to
his excellent maintenance, he looked like he was in his forties. Years ago, his father died mysteriously in an accident.
Among the many heirs, Sanguchi Muraya was unremarkable. Although he had repeatedly distinguished himself, he was remarkably low-
key, so no one expected him to win the election. However, things are never absolute. While everyone was
fiercely vying for power, the organization's elders unanimously nominated Sanguchi Muraya as the new leader
. This decision caused an uproar. Many heirs opposed it, even
rallying their own forces to fight Sanguchi Muraya. Unfortunately, they were quickly punished; some died violent deaths
, others mysteriously disappeared. At this point, everyone realized that Sanguchi Muraya was not as simple as he seemed; he
must have a powerful force supporting him. Thus, the tide turned, and some neutral supporters flocked
to Sanguchi Muraya's side. The remaining heirs accepted this fact. Finally, with
the support of everyone and his backers, Sanguchi Muraya firmly secured his position as the head of the Sanguchi-gumi.
For Mitsurugi Murayama at the time, he was quite grateful for
the support of Kono Hei, who had military influence, and the powerful conglomerate behind him. As the new leader, what difference did it make who he cooperated with? The Mitsurugi Murayama originally dealt in murder
, arson, arms smuggling, and drug and prostitution. Thus, he and Kono Hei hit it off, with Murayama helping Kono
Hei with his shady dealings. The Mitsurugi Murayama's business was also a significant source of Kono Hei's wealth.
However, years of cooperation had fueled Murayama's ambition. He fantasized that under his leadership, the Mitsurugi Murayama
would one day surpass the Black Gloves to become the world's largest yakuza group and control the Japanese political arena. Although he
appeared rugged, he was extremely shrewd and always wanted to break free from Kono Hei's control. Therefore, he secretly recorded
their shady transactions, intending to eliminate Kono Hei both mentally and physically when the opportunity arose. Recently...
The political arena was turbulent. Although a notorious yakuza boss, his political acumen was remarkably sharp. He
knew his opportunity had arrived. The military, led by Kono Hei, and the royalist party were stirring, and
even the opposition and ruling parties were unusually approaching him seeking cooperation. This made him, who had always been looked down upon by the elite,
somewhat giddy and overconfident.
He began to obey Kono Hei's orders but disregard his own, playing the game of playing both sides. Unfortunately, his good fortune
didn't last. For some reason, Kono Hei learned that he possessed their ledger of records. Kono Hei,
on various occasions, explicitly and implicitly demanded that he hand it over. Knowing that handing over the ledger would mean certain death for his entire family
, he would always evade the question with various excuses. After escaping, he immediately
began investigating those around him. Given the secrecy of the ledger, few could possibly know of it, and the mole was likely one of his own
. In the past few days, in a frenzied state, he had executed those suspected of betraying him,
including the young woman from earlier—his secretary and mistress of several years. His
ruthlessness and cruelty chilled those around him.
He knew Kono Hei's revenge would be swift and fierce. He wasn't blinded by victory; with
his current strength, fighting back would be futile. The best course of action was to quickly evacuate his good-for-nothing son and three beautiful grandsons
from the country. Only then could he unite Kono Hei's
opposition forces against him. Thinking of his three grandsons, a rare softening appeared on his usually cold and ruthless face.
Cold water washed over his strong body, the bloodstains on his clothes flowing into the sewers.
At over fifty years old, he possessed strong self-control and always maintained restraint regarding sex, but that didn't mean
his sexual prowess was weak. If needed, he could easily sleep with three women in one night.
"Hehehe... that mysterious woman is truly a rare beauty. After being so tense for so many days, I should relax
a bit and let her experience what it means to be in ecstasy. Hehehe... she better not have been sent by him, otherwise...
"
...
Murayama, wearing a bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom, while the two bodyguards from before were waiting in the office.
"Did you find out?" Sanguchi Muraya picked up a cigar from the table, and his bodyguard, quite perceptive,
lit it for him. The bodyguard then whispered in his ear with a hint of flattery, "Boss, we found out. According to the invitation
card she presented, her name is Xiangcun Xue'er, the second young lady of the Xiangcun family. She studied in the United States and only recently
returned to the country. She's currently unemployed."
"Oh… the Xiangcun family, hehehe… just a declining little family."
"Then, Boss, should I invite her up?"
"No, I'll go down and meet her myself, hehehe… I'll show her what true gentlemanly conduct is
. She's mine tonight."
"Hey… Boss, you're brilliant! Your favor is her greatest blessing." The bodyguard promptly flattered
him.
Sanguchi Muraya chuckled and patted the bodyguard on the shoulder, giving him a "I'm rooting for you" look. Then, to the bodyguard's astonished surprise,
he casually put on his specially made suit. Truly, flattery never fails.
...
Xiangcun Xue'er sat elegantly at the bar, her long, slender legs crossed, a glass in hand. A slight
smile graced her face as she turned away wave after wave of suitors, but her deep eyes, hidden behind her mask, occasionally glanced at
the male waiter standing not far away. Just as she was starting to feel impatient, the waiter suddenly nodded to her with
a barely perceptible gesture. Her expression returned to its usual calm, for she knew
her target for the night had appeared.
At that moment, the crowd surrounding her parted like waves breaking, revealing a
middle-aged man with a fierce face, dressed in a formal suit, accompanied by two bodyguards, approaching her. This
tall man smiled and nodded at those greeting him from the sides. Without his mask,
a scar extending from his eye to his mouth made him seem anything but kind.
"Hello, Murayama-gumi leader."
"Murayama-kun, long time no see."
"Hello everyone, I hope you have a good time tonight, the party is about to start, hehehe..." Murayama
greeted everyone as he walked towards Yukiko Kasumi. Everyone watching his movements knew his target
was this mysterious, stunning beauty, and they couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Those present were basically his juniors
or of lower status; competing with him for a woman was like asking for trouble. Murayama finally
reached Yukiko Kasumi, his burning gaze filled with admiration, adoration, but even more so, naked
desire.
"Beautiful Miss Yukiko, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?" Murayama wore what he considered a very
handsome smile, and at that moment, dance music began to play on the DJ stage in the ballroom.
Komura Yuki stood up, her lace-trimmed evening gown revealing her stunning figure. The glimpses of her
ample breasts and shapely legs caused the men present to drool, even the ladies who had previously envied her to exclaim
that she was truly God's favorite. Komura Yuki smiled and shook her head, saying regretfully, "I'm sorry,
Team Leader Murayama, my fiancé is almost here. I'll wait for him here. I apologize."
"Oh? That's truly a pity. I wonder which gentleman is so fortunate to marry such a beautiful woman."
He spoke of regret, but a flash of jealousy and murderous intent crossed his eyes. However, for the cunning old fox,
the murderous intent was fleeting, quickly replaced by calm.
"Him? He's just an ordinary person. In the team leader's eyes, he's probably just an insignificant nobody
." Komura Yuki sensed his murderous intent, inwardly sneering, but her face maintained a
blissful, dependent smile. Seeing her smile, Sankou Muramasa's jealousy burned fiercely.
"Damn it, you little wench, you're really asking for trouble. Don't blame me later, hehehe,
then I'll make sure you can never leave me, and then I'll send your worthless fiancé to heaven right in front of you." Thinking
this, Sankou Muramasa's smile widened. He snapped his fingers at the bodyguard behind him, who, of course, knew...
Frustrated, he decided to force the issue, so he obediently went to the bar and got two cocktails. When
no one was looking, he secretly added a tiny bit of powder to one of the drinks. The powder dissolved instantly
in the water and quickly disappeared. He then carried the two drinks towards Sankou Village.
"Brother, let me handle these drinks," a figure flashed past him, a
man in a waiter's uniform standing beside him.
"Get lost, what kind of bastard are you?" the bodyguard hissed.
"Oh, brother, sorry, you can do it then," the waiter nodded, but as the bodyguard reprimanded him
, the powder hidden under his fingernails flicked into the glass that had just been mixed with the powder.
"Hmph, you're smart enough to know better," the bodyguard shoved him aside, ignoring him,
and handed him the glass without the powder, then obsequiously handed the other glass to Xiangcun Xue'er.
"Hehehe... Although Miss Yuki'er declined my invitation, I believe she won't refuse a drink together
." Sanguchi Muraya shook his glass, then nonchalantly drank first as a sign of respect.
Yuki'er glanced at the waiter's signal not far away, feeling reassured, and then pretended to reluctantly
drink her own beverage. Seeing her drink, Sanguchi Muraya was overjoyed. He didn't leave immediately,
but instead lingered beside Yuki'er, chatting casually. The onlookers, finding it
boring, dispersed to find their own companions.
However, after a while, Yuki'er's rosy face grew increasingly pale, her eyes became vacant, and her body
began to weaken. Sitting nearby, Sankou Yamamura, of course, knew what was going on, so he feigned concern and asked,
"Miss Yuki, what's wrong? Are you feeling a little unwell?" "Oh...no...it's nothing, just
a little dizzy, but...maybe I drank...drank a bit too much, I'll be fine after a rest." Yuki
shook her head and replied incoherently.
"Then should I help you upstairs to rest?" Sankou Yamamura could no longer hide his desire. He reached
out and placed his large hand on Yuki's fragrant shoulder, and with his other hand, he wrapped his arm around her slender waist.
"No...no need...um..." Yuki could no longer resist the effects of the drug, and her entire body
buried itself in Sankou Yamamura's arms, and she fainted.
...
Just as Sankou Yamamura thought he had succeeded, he was unaware that his own backyard was on fire. His son and three grandsons lived in the villa located in the suburbs
. It was also his stronghold.
The villa was meticulously secured, with bodyguards patrolling day and night
and countless surveillance cameras. Any attempt to storm it, even if successful, would result in heavy casualties and
would alert those inside, allowing them to escape through secret passages. However, there's an old saying in the Land of Dragons: "The strongest
fortresses are often breached from within," and history is replete with such examples.
Tonight, under the bright moonlight, a strange scene unfolded around the villa, which appeared as peaceful as ever. The
garden was filled with men dressed in black. A close examination revealed their rising and falling chests and steady breathing, indicating they were not dead
but rather unconscious. Meanwhile, a pungent, smoky haze filled the area around the villa. As the haze dissipated
, a large number of masked men dressed in ninja attire appeared in the garden. Wielding gleaming ninja
swords, they moved swiftly and systematically to the men lying on the ground, carefully observing their reactions.
Once they confirmed the men were under the influence of the smoky haze, they ruthlessly plunged their swords into
vital organs such as the heart, neck, and brain. Their methods were remarkably skillful and swift, each strike fatal, leaving the men in black
no time to scream or struggle.
The ninjas killed one after another, slaughtering the men in black as easily as killing dogs.
The brightly lit garden was instantly filled with a nauseatingly strong stench of blood, staining the stone slabs and grass crimson.
The ninjas' one-sided slaughter continued. A group of them waded through the blood into
the rooms, which were also smoked, slaughtering the unconscious workers and bodyguards one by one, even killing the hunting dogs
.
"Puff puff puff..." A red-haired woman in a beige trench coat and brown high-heeled boots
strolled leisurely through the ninja frenzy. The tight coat couldn't conceal
her voluptuous figure, and her alluring, delicate face seemed oblivious to the hellish scene. The long-lost
scent of blood even intoxicated her.
Then, she noticed a man in black slowly and weakly writhing on the ground not far away. A strange smile appeared on her face
, and she slowly walked towards him.
"Help...help me..." The man saw the red-haired woman and, like someone grasping at a straw, desperately
tried to grab the high-heeled boots in front of him. But weak and powerless, he couldn't grasp them; they were right in front of him, yet felt
impossibly distant.
"Really...want me to save you?" the red-haired woman asked teasingly, her red lips pursed.
"Yes...yes..." The man no longer cared who this strange woman was; he only wanted to escape
this hellish scene as quickly as possible.
"Hehehe... Okay, but it'll hurt a little later, so you'll have to bear with it. But don't worry,
it'll stop hurting soon, hehehe..." A hint of mockery flashed in the red-haired woman's eyes. She gently lifted her tight
trench coat and raised her pointed high-heeled boots. From the man's perspective as he lay on the ground, he could see that the red-haired woman's lower
body was completely naked. In the dim light, her two bright red labia were vaguely visible.
But he couldn't care less about what lay below, because he had already noticed the woman's boot sole slowly descending towards his
neck. Watching the boot sole grow larger and become covered in blood, the man felt a strong sense of unease. He
didn't know what the woman wanted to do, but it definitely wasn't to save him. He could only open his mouth wide and scream desperately, but
he was too weak to make any more than a faint sound.
"You...you...what do you want to do? No...no..." The man felt the pressure from the
leather boots pressing down on his neck increasing, the air in his lungs couldn't reach his brain, and his fragile neck bones began to...
A series of sharp cracking sounds rang out. He tried to struggle with his last bit of strength, but the boots not only increased their downward pressure
but also continued to grind him from side to side. Fear raged, his heart pounded, his eyes bulged in despair,
and he began to lose control of his bladder, emitting a foul stench.
"Hah...ooh..." "Crack..." Finally, his fragile neck was snapped, his head twisted
at an unbelievable 90-degree angle, his bulging eyes nearly popping out, and his body stopped moving.
"Hahaha...I told you you wouldn't feel pain for long, why are you still incontinent? It's fucking disgusting."
The red-haired woman disgustedly wiped the blood-stained soles of her boots on his body, then
walked towards the villa's main gate without looking back. After entering the gate and passing through the hall, she ignored the scene also littered with corpses and went straight up the wide spiral staircase to the second floor. As she stood in the second-floor corridor, she could faintly hear 　　the moans of a man and a woman
coming from the innermost room .
Hearing the familiar sounds of lovemaking, the red-haired woman chuckled softly. She knew her mission for the night was nearing
completion, and the man in the room was her ultimate target.
At that moment, a cold, beautiful woman emerged from the inner room, completely naked except for black stockings and high heels.
She walked expressionlessly to the red-haired woman and respectfully said, "Lady Ilya, as you instructed
, the man is almost ready. Would you like to interrogate him?"
"Hmm, well done, Number 9. I'll interrogate him myself, hehehe. But before the interrogation, let
him experience one last frenzy, hehehe..." This red-haired woman was Ilya. She had received the general's orders
and, through a meticulously planned scheme, extracted the location of the secret passage from her spoiled son. The rest was simple
: a large number of ninja assassins used the secret passage to ambush the security forces inside, and then, using a mind-altering
gas, completely incapacitated all living beings inside and outside the villa. What followed was exactly as depicted in the opening scene. Inside
the room, engaged in sexual intercourse with the assassin sent by Ilya, was none other than Yuta Miyako, the纨绔子弟 (playboy) of Miyako Muramasa.
When Ilya entered the bedroom, the two naked people were in the throes of a passionate lovemaking session
. Yuta, engrossed in the act, was clearly unaware of what was happening outside. His face was pale
, his body slightly thin, and dark circles under his eyes indicated obvious debauchery. He had the woman's long, white
-stockinged legs draped over his arms, his thick, dark penis
thrusting in and out of her glistening, dark vagina with all his might. Each thrust brought forth copious amounts of her vaginal fluid,
completely soaking the sheets beneath them.
"Heh heh...heh...I'll fuck you to death...heh...fuck you to death, you little bitch..." Having
already climaxed multiple times tonight, Yuta Sankou was exhausted, his thrusting gradually slowing. Lost in his lustful illusion, his eyes
were fixed only on this alluring body. Strangely, when he pulled his penis out, it was effortlessly
sucked back in, the suction so strong that it made a "slap slap..." sound at their point of contact.
"Oh...oh...harder, harder! Haven't you eaten? How can you satisfy me like this? Oh
...yes...harder, fuck your little bitch to death...oh..." The alluring woman rubbed her
ample breasts with both hands, her long, red tongue occasionally licking her sexy black lips. Although she moaned in response, her eyes
remained cold and indifferent.
"Heh... Damn, this little bitch's cunt is so tight, it feels so good, heh... I've cummed so many
times and it's still not enough... Oh..." With the woman's intentional or unintentional cooperation, Yuta finally freed his large hands
, then climbed onto her snow-white breasts, kneading and squeezing them forcefully, causing them to change
shape in his hands, revealing obvious red marks on the pink flesh.
The woman became even more excited by his rough behavior, her long, white-stockinged legs, which had been resting on his arms
, wrapped around his waist, pushing him deeper into her magical cunt. For a moment,
the sounds of flesh colliding and moans echoed throughout the room. The two continued their lovemaking, while Ilya, who had somehow ended up sitting
on the sofa, crossed her black-stockinged legs and watched with interest as the two on the bed changed positions, even
occasionally analyzing the advantages and disadvantages of each position to herself. As time went on, a hint of impatience appeared on her alluring face
. She beckoned to Number 9 standing beside her.
"Go on, we don't have much time left. Remember not to kill him, I still have things to ask him,"
Ilya coldly commanded.
Number 9 nodded, then quickly walked to the bed and climbed onto Yuta's back like a wildcat.
At this moment, Yuta held up the woman's long, white-stockinged legs with both hands, his rough tongue licking the slender,
white toes wrapped in thin stockings, while his lower body thrust in and out like a horsepower machine under the powerful suction of the woman's vagina.
Just as he was immersed in the extreme pleasure the woman was giving him, he felt his buttocks being
pried open by a pair of cold little hands, and then his tightly closed anus was penetrated by a slippery long tongue, which kept twisting inside his rectum. The nimble
long tongue occasionally touched the sensitive prostate, the suffocating and swollen stimulation making his waist tremble violently
. Without turning around, he already knew that the one attacking his anus was the beautiful woman's best friend beneath him. He just didn't understand
where she had gone after leaving the room, and he didn't have time to think about it, because waves of electric-like pleasure
were crashing against his spine and blank mind. His only rational thought was to thrust his lower body and swing his penis to
release his overflowing desire.
"Heh heh...so good...so good...it's so fucking good...fuck...I'll fuck you to death...ah..."
Yuta Sanguchi shook his head, and he regained a little clarity after being restrained in two places. In his daze, he found that
there was a seductive stranger on the sofa in the bedroom. A red-haired woman in a beige, tight-fitting long trench coat
reclined on the back of the sofa, the hem of the coat pulled up to her waist. Her long legs, clad in tall leather boots and black
stockings, were spread wide, revealing her completely naked, hairless genitals. Her two ripe, butterfly-shaped labia
, teased by her fingers, constantly oozed clear, fragrant fluid, flowing from her labia
and down her black-stockinged thighs, even dripping onto the thick carpet, forming small water stains.
She opened her sensual red lips and sucked on her slender, wet fingers, her long, pointed red tongue licking from fingertip to fingertip...
Feng, her hazy phoenix eyes occasionally glancing provocatively at the point of contact between Sankou Yuta and his partner, as if the not-so-thick and long
penis were thrusting into her thirsty, lustful orifice.
Watching this strange woman's lewd and provocative behavior, Sankou Yuta's lust intensified .
Suddenly, he felt a strong writhing sensation in the woman's vagina beneath him. The undulating walls of her vagina
gripped his veined penis like small hands, constantly squeezing and rubbing against every sensitive spot, while a
numbing suction emanated from the depths of her vagina. The woman behind him seemed to sense his impending ejaculation; her small
hands skillfully rubbed his swollen, engorged scrotum, while her tongue pressed tightly against his prostate, teasing him. The visual
and physical impact sent him into a state of ecstasy; his blank mind held only one thought: to
ejaculate his remaining semen once more into that bottomless, man-eating abyss.
"Ah..." Yuta Mikuchi roared again, his engorged semen gushing wildly from his urethra under the woman's kneading behind him.
Streams of life-essence-laden fluid surged and filled the tight vagina, then
forced open the cervix, mercilessly absorbed by the thirsty uterus. One stream, two streams, three streams... the semen
sprayed out endlessly. The beautiful woman beneath him had a bewitching blush on her pale face. Although she moaned lewdly,
her cold eyes shot out a chilling murderous intent.
At this moment, Yuta Mikuchi finally felt the abnormality in his body. Before, when he made love with the two women, he would only ejaculate about ten streams of
semen before stopping. But this time, his hard penis
was still trembling and spraying semen, and the suction of the tight vagina seemed endless
, forcibly drawing out the fluid from his body. His numb body was completely out of control.
"You...you...who are you people...ah...I...my body..." Yuta Mikoto
found his body burning with pain, his skin feeling like it was being burned away, all the moisture
drained from his skin, leaving him emaciated, and his flesh disappearing at a terrifying speed. He was terrified
; an unknown fear drove him mad, his withered hands clutching his head and shaking violently. "No
...no...ah..." he cried out hoarsely and helplessly.
"Hehehe...stop yelling. Dying under a peony is still a romantic death. How are my two henchmen's skills?
Pretty good, huh? Hahaha..." Ilya appeared beside the three of them at some point, staring at Yuta Mikoto,
occasionally letting out a chilling laugh.
"You...ah..." Before he could finish speaking, Yuta Mikoto felt a sharp pain in his lower body and then fainted.
"Pop..." The woman beneath him released her grip on him, and she and Number 9 stood up nonchalantly,
standing quietly to the side.
The withered and emaciated Yuta Mikoto lay on the bed like a dead fish. His still-erect penis
was eerily black and deformed, its twisted shaft clearly
useless. Blood seeped from the purplish-black urethral opening. If it weren't for the slow rise and
fall of his skin-and-bones chest, one would truly believe he had died from exhaustion.
Looking at the useless Yuta Mikoto, Ilya's face showed disgust. She nodded to Number 9.
Then, Number 9 stepped onto the soft mattress, her legs positioned on
either side of his head. A twitch of her abdomen caused her dark, glossy labia to open automatically, and a stream of golden,
foul-smelling urine gushed out, spraying onto Yuta Mikoto's face.
"Cough...cough...you...you guys...I...I'm not dead yet!" Seeing Yuta Mikoto awaken
, Number 9 moved away from above her head and stood to the side.
"Hehehe... You're awake. Don't worry, you won't die so soon before I get what I want,
hehehe..." Ilya said with an evil smile.
"You... who are you people? Why are you doing this to me? Where are the bodyguards? Why
hasn't anyone come to save me yet?" Yuta Mitsukuni weakly looked around, hoping the bodyguards would let him leave these three
terrifying witches.
"Them? We've all sent them to meet God, but you'll be next."
"You... what do you want?" Yuta Mitsukuni knew that what the witch said was true, because
this woman could come and go freely even in the heavily guarded headquarters, and he believed that the bodyguards had all been wiped out.
But he still had a sliver of hope, because he might really have what they wanted, and if he didn't
hand it over immediately, there might still be hope for survival.
As if reading his mind, Ilya sneered, "What I want is the ledger, the ledger your deadbeat
father secretly kept track of his transactions with the general. Tell me."
"The ledger?" Yuta's heart skipped a beat. He finally knew who these people were. He knew
everything about the secret dealings between Murayama and the general, and he knew his father did indeed keep records. He had even
learned the location of the ledger by chance.
"Heh heh heh...cough cough...So it's the ledger, huh? Heh heh...cough...Of course I know, you bitch,
I won't tell you, hahaha...cough." Yuta knew his life depended on the ledger. As
long as he didn't hand it over, they wouldn't kill him so quickly, and he would have a chance to escape.
"Is that so? But I wonder if you'll still be so stubborn later." Ilya smiled instead of getting angry, raising
her alluring high-top leather boots again. The gleaming
metal heel slammed down hard on Yuta's arm as he stared in astonishment, the sharp heel piercing through his dry skin
and brittle bones.
"Ah..." Yuta's eyes bulged, his weak right hand thrashing helplessly against the sinful high-top boots.
But Ilya didn't stop; her boot pressed even harder against his hand.
"Crack, crack, crack..." The bones in his hand made a teeth-grinding sound of breaking.
"Aaaaa..." Yuta screamed madly, kicking the blood-stained mattress with his legs.
"Hehehe... Talk it out, it'll lessen your pain." Ilya gently withdrew her
boots, crossed her arms, and looked at him with a cold smile. A horrifying bloody hole appeared on Yuta Sankou's forearm.
Much of his flesh had been ripped away, with only a small amount of black blood oozing from the hole. His withered hand
was deformed, his fingers broken, and shattered bone lay limply on the mattress, skin and all. "Heh heh...you..."
"...You're dreaming. Ah..." Before Yuta could finish speaking, his other hand was crushed to pieces by Ilya
, her eyes filled with a bloodthirsty madness.
"Ah...you filthy bitch, you stinking whore, go ahead and kill me if you dare...hahaha...I've had enough of living, but
don't even think about getting the ledger from me. I spit...cough..." Yuta
spat a mouthful of blood at Ilya on top of him, but how could he, weak and powerless, possibly succeed?
Ilya's murderous intent intensified, but her smile grew brighter and brighter. She couldn't believe that this
spoiled brat, whom even his bodyguards looked down upon, would be so tough; it was somewhat unexpected.
"Hehehe...I didn't expect Young Master Yuta to be so manly, but I have plenty of time, where's next?"
Ilya's beautiful eyes swept over him, her mocking gaze like that of someone eyeing a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.
"Cough cough... Hahaha... Cough... Bring it on, I'll take it... Hahaha... You???
No... No..." A ceramic scalpel magically appeared in Ilya's hand. With
a flash of cold light, the deformed, erect penis instantly detached, and the long-accumulated blood gushed from the clean cut,
staining Yuta Sankou's entire body like a demon pulled from hell.
"Ah... Ah... Ah..." Yuta Sankou writhed and screamed on the bed, the excruciating
pain almost causing him to faint.
Ilya flicked the scalpel, its sharp blade piercing his thigh and pinning him to the bed.
"Get out... Why aren't you getting out? Hehehe... This is your last chance. Tell me and I'll give
you a quick death, otherwise, hahahaha... You're a tough nut to crack, I have a million ways to torture you
."
"You... You... Just kill me, I... I will never hand it over." Yuta Sankou
groaned weakly.
"You..." Ilya was furious and was about to inflict even more cruelty on him. Just then,
a soft sob came from behind them. Though faint, it was like a thunderclap in the silent room, and everyone turned
to look at the source of the sound. There stood a loosely dressed little boy, his hands covering his mouth,
staring at them with terror. Tears welled in his clear eyes, but he seemed to be desperately trying to hold them back. Realizing he had been discovered
, he screamed and ran back to the opposite room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Watching the boy flee, a sinister smile appeared on Ilya's alluring face.
"You... what do you want? No... don't hurt them! If you hurt them, I
'll haunt you even as a ghost!" Looking at her smile, Yuta's face finally showed horror.
"Is that so? I'd like to see what you'll do after you die, not letting us go, hehehe... Tell me, maybe if
I'm in a good mood I'll consider letting your three exquisitely beautiful sons go." "
You... you know everything?" Ilya's words shattered his last line of defense. Even tigers
don't eat their cubs, and due to years of decadent living and excessive indulgence, he had long since lost his fertility.
His ex-wife had also died from a difficult labor while pregnant with triplets. Although he was a playboy and womanizer, his
three sons were the softest spot in his heart. His grandfather, Sankochi Muramasa, cherished his three grandsons like
precious jewels, otherwise he wouldn't have placed them in the heavily guarded headquarters.
"Hehehe... finding out your secrets is incredibly easy, but my patience is limited. Quickly
tell me where the ledger is."
"Ahem... alright, I'll tell you, I hope you really will let them go..."
"Enough nonsense." Ilya interrupted him impatiently.
Yuta gritted his teeth and finally revealed the secret: "The ledger is in my dead father's study, on
the third shelf of the bookcase. There's a jade Buddha there, cough cough... You need to turn it to the left, then turn it 360 degrees to the
right three times. After that, a door... a doorway... cough cough... There's a
safe in the doorway. If the combination hasn't been changed, it's xxxxxxxxx, that's all. If... if you
get it wrong, it will trigger the mechanisms inside the villa, and everyone will die inside."
Ilya frowned, then nodded to Number 9 beside her. Number 9 turned and left naked
.
"I hope you don't lie, or you'll know the consequences very well."
After a short while, Number 9 returned with a red notebook in her hand, which she handed to
Ilya. Ilya casually flipped through a few pages, seeing the densely packed transaction records,
though much of the text was written in obscure symbols, likely Morse code for secrecy.
The ledger seemed genuine, but she'd need to find a professional to decipher it.
Putting the ledger away, she stared at the crippled Yuta beneath her and chuckled seductively, "Very well,
thank you for your cooperation. But even if I let you go, you won't live long. Since you're so lustful, dying beneath a beautiful woman
is your wish, isn't it? Hehehe… And your three adorable sons will soon be meeting you,
hahahaha…" Ilya laughed as she got off the bed and slowly walked away.
"Wait...you...how could you go back on your word, break your promise...you damned bitch, witch, I
'll haunt you even as a ghost...ooh..." Yuta Mikoto couldn't curse anymore, because his face was
covered by a warm, moist mass of soft flesh, a muddy, fleshy opening tightly pressing against his mouth and nose, while his hands and feet
were held captive by a pair of cold, small hands.
Feeling the increasingly tight thighs and the panting buttocks pressing down, Yuta Mikoto felt no fear, because
this ending was the best choice for him, but he was unwilling, because his sons might follow in his footsteps.
At this moment, a sharp pain shot through his head, and his weakened lungs could no longer absorb fresh air, his mind gradually going
blank.
"I'm dying...my sons..." These were the last words in Yuta Mikoto's mind.
Slowly walking out of the room and towards the opposite door, she paid no attention to the grinding, cracking sound behind her, because she
knew that Yuta Mikoto had died beneath a beautiful woman, just as he had wished.
Touching the cold door lock, Ilya let out a seductive, husky cry: "Babies, open the door."
……
To be continued.

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