Original Chapter 22 of "Ninja Kill"

Author: fqcc/fbcc
Published: February 2, 2016
Published at: m-system resource aggregation,

Chapter 22: The Bitter Flesh Scheme Amidst Tumultuous Times

If asked what a nation's ruling class fears most, some might say "the will of the people."
This answer can be both right and wrong, because the will of the people can be guided and misled. In
the eyes of the elite, the common people are ants, fools; as long as they are given food, there is no possibility of rebellion. For most people
, the cost of rebellion is too high, and its feasibility is weak. But what if society becomes turbulent and the people suffer
? This is the beginning of unrest, and the result is often bloodshed.

The financial crisis has been raging for months, but the darkness before dawn shows no sign of ending.
The massive has caused inflation and severe shortages of goods, making life increasingly difficult for people. In addition to scrambling to buy daily necessities
, they are also rushing to exchange for US dollars. It can be said that the whole society is in chaos. No matter what measures the government takes, the public
panic is only increasing. Money lost can be earned back, but what about the collapse of public confidence? It is just as the saying goes:
"When people's hearts are scattered, it is difficult to lead an army." The social unrest and the contradictions between classes are intensifying, which has given
some people with ulterior motives an opportunity.

Initially, both the public and political parties were united against external threats. After all, neither the ruling nor
the opposition party wanted to see a country collapse, as it would benefit no one. However, the government
's repeated defeats in the financial war and its policy mistakes gradually eroded the patience of the public and various parties.
Criticism emerged to varying degrees in both cabinet meetings and meetings of the House of Representatives and the House of Councillors. Disagreements even led to bloodshed, with members of parliament engaging in
shirtless brawls. While such a barbaric political atmosphere occasionally occurs abroad,
it is the norm in Japan, leaving the world both shocked and bewildered by this country. (Here,
it's necessary to mention the current ruling party of Japan, the Liberal Democratic Party (LDP), which has dominated the political scene for over sixty years since the war.
This party is truly a peculiar existence in world politics because no matter how many prime ministers have come and gone, the newly
appointed president is always from the LDP. This demonstrates the immense power of the LDP within Japan.
At its peak, they even controlled more than 70% of the seats in both houses of parliament. Therefore, the Liberal Party,
the Democratic Party, and the Democratic Party were essentially just there to fill the void
. Policies passed by the LDP were generally implemented without any obstacles because the opposition was so weak. This is ironic for Japan, a country that prides
itself on being ; what's the difference between this and a one-party dictatorship?)

Just as various parties were demanding the resignation and dissolution of the prime minister and cabinet due to the significant losses caused to the country by the financial crisis
, a strange voice emerged from the far-right in the political arena. They demanded the prime minister and
cabinet resign, and also called for constitutional amendments to restore imperial power, dissolve parliament, increase military spending, and
expand overseas. While such voices had always existed, they were primarily held by a minority of royalist parties, having virtually
no . However, the collapse of the legal tender, causing widespread panic and internal unrest within the military, provided them
with an opportunity. This sentiment intensified, spreading from the political arena to the military and the general public. They targeted
hostile forces, demanding the cabinet support a hardline stance against foreign powers, demanding the hand over of those responsible for harming Japan's economy
to the perpetrators, or face military action. Surprisingly, this sentiment proved
highly . Under their influence, many members of parliament joined this camp, and angry young people and
uninformed citizens took to the streets in protest. They held daily rallies, marches, and demonstrations, chanting far-right slogans, vandalizing shops, storming
the Diet and the Prime Minister's residence, and visiting the Yasukuni Shrine, plunging society into chaos.

And what about the moderate conservative parties? They certainly didn't want to see such a resurgence of imperial military power.
Having finally , and having tasted the benefits of power, they were unwilling
to become slaves to imperial authority again. Forget about restoring imperial power and expanding abroad. With the US military stationed domestically and
the behemoth that is the world's second-largest economy, the Dragon Nation, posing a threat, Japan wouldn't launch a
foreign . While Japan's previous foreign wars were usually to divert
attention from domestic economic decline, the Dragon Nation is no longer the "sick man of Asia" of decades past; it now
surpasses Japan militarily and economically. Therefore, this time they banded together, vehemently suppressing pro-monarchist
rhetoric in parliament and mobilizing their own forces to organize street protests in support of the ruling party's decisions.
This led to a fierce clash between two ideologically opposed forces. They fought brawls at every meeting,
and conflicts raged daily, resulting in bloodshed. The ruling authorities were helpless, proving
the adage, "Internal strife has begun; is war far behind?" The ensuing bloodshed pushed Japan to
the brink of war.

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Now, day and night, the two factions with vastly different ideologies are organizing mass rallies
and demonstrations to promote their political views and attack each other's flawed policies. They hold parties, shout slogans,
sing, and dance, and their leaders are frantically manipulating the emotions of the crowd and students, as if they've been injected with adrenaline.
Sasaki, the student council president of Kyoto University, is one of them.

Tonight, under his leadership, a group of far-right students from Kyoto University gathered in Kyoto Square. On stage, he
waved his hands dramatically, like a leader, proclaiming his political ideals and attacking the authorities' corruption
and inaction on the economic front. Although his remarks were empty and meaningless, they were frequently met with
enthusiastic applause from the uninformed crowd below.

"Hahaha... This feels so good! It's amazing to be praised like this. It seems my fame will
soar . After graduation, I can use my reputation to enter politics, and even becoming prime minister isn't a dream
! Hahaha..." Wearing large black-rimmed glasses, Sasaki became even more excited at this thought. He shouted even more wildly,
his clenched fists seemingly possessing boundless power, making his thin face appear particularly ferocious.

Just as the people on and off the stage were immersed in the frenzied atmosphere, a series of
ear-piercing loud bangs rang out, followed by screams of "Ahhhhh..." from the crowd below.

After the sounds, there was a few seconds of deathly silence, then someone shouted, "Someone's been shot... Run! "
"...Ah...I've been shot..." "Ah...Run..."

The venue was packed with people. They fled in terror, trampling each other. Even the riot police on
guard couldn't stop them. The incident happened so suddenly; people were completely unprepared. The aura of death
enveloped everyone in the venue. They desperately tried to escape, dodging bullets from unknown sources,
which even more injuries. The scene was a mess.
Then, gunfire erupted again from all around the venue, this time more intense. Gunfire, screams, curses, and groans of someone falling to the ground mingled together, creating a bloody and terrifying scene.

Sasaki stood on the stage, stunned, watching the scene unfold. He was completely bewildered by what he had just witnessed. He
had been immersed in the wonderful atmosphere of being praised, but now he felt like he was in hell.

As a student, he didn't know how to react, or how to escape. He was frozen in place,
as if under a spell. At that moment, as if sensing something, he slowly turned his head and saw a gun barrel flashing black light, pointed at him not
far away He stared, opened his mouth as if to say something, then two
gunshots rang out. He felt his thin body being slammed twice by tremendous force. He struggled to stand, then
looked down at the two bloody holes in his chest, reaching out trembling hands to slowly press the wounds, trying to stop the gushing
blood . No matter how hard he pressed, he couldn't stop it; the strength was rapidly draining from his body. He murmured, "
Why? Why? I... I'm not reconciled..." Everything went black, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

At the same time as the attack on the square, other far-right royalist rallies were also attacked, suffering heavy
casualties . The White Terror had arrived; would they back down?

The scene shifts back to before the attack. Due to the economic downturn and large gatherings, entertainment venues in JDG City are
deserted. Security guards and receptionists outside are drowsy, oblivious to two
drunken old men, one fat and one thin, passing by. Each holding a bottle of sake, they stagger down
the street .

"Okada-kun, you know what a fucking awesome day… I took on three men today! Hehehe,"
the thin old man slurred, his tie undone.

"Yeah… I haven't beaten anyone up in ages… and a woman too, Masakichi-kun.
That Ono Murako from the conservative side was really something, she scratched my face, but… I wasn't weak either, I almost crushed her
breasts… Hahaha…" the fat old man, Okada Katsumi, reminisced about the day's action.

"Hahaha... Tell me quickly, how does it feel? Is it comfortable? Let me try it sometime. Although she's a bit older
, she's still very voluptuous. Look at those big breasts and big butt. You can tell she's a slut at first glance. I wonder if her husband
can handle it... But I bet her husband is being cuckolded. I wonder how many cuckolds he's been wearing...
Hahaha ..." Changji Xi's face showed a lewd smile that all men understood.

"Changji is right. Next time the council meets, we'll both focus on that slut. Who knows, maybe she'll get a little wild
and we'll go out for a threesome, hehehe..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... I'll grab her from the top, and you grab her from the bottom, and we can fish in troubled waters... hehehe...
But Okada, just thinking about that slut's slutty looks is making me a little angry, hahaha... How about we
go to a nightclub to cool off first? Anyway, the economy's bad right now, and it's cheap."

"Okay... I remember there's a place up ahead... hehehe... that specializes in cater to unusual fetishes. They have
all sorts of things, like 'train wolf,' 'husband's love,' and even SM."

"Ah, they have those kinds of things? I have to say, Okada, you're being too unfair. I've never tried any of those before, my wife
at home occupied. No way, we have to have a blast tonight."

"Alright, alright... tonight it's my treat, let's have some fun... hehehe..."

So the two drunken old lechers staggered forward, arms around each other's shoulders, lecherously studying
human organs.

Just then, they heard the "tap-tap..." of shoes hitting the ground ahead, and a fragrant breeze wafted over before the people arrived.
The two old lechers looked up blankly and saw two sexy, alluring women
approaching them, seemingly drunk and chatting. In the cold night wind, both women wore short leather skirts, one black and one white, their long, slender legs
clad in sexy black and white fishnet stockings. Their curvaceous bodies wore provocative short vests, revealing
a large section of their snow-white waists. Their open fur coats made their high, fleshy breasts sway with their slender waists, and
every stoic step of their fourteen-centimeter-high pointed stilettos seemed to assault the hearts of the two old lechers.
Staring at the glimpses of panties peeking out from the swaying hem of their skirts, the two men's lust surged, their mouths watering, their ugly
genitals throbbing with desire.

The two beauties seemed oblivious, only noticing their burning gazes as they approached. Far from
being winked at them, covered their mouths, and let out a silvery laugh before brushing past them.
The two lecherous old men stared intently at their sexy bodies, their eyes unblinking, their hearts pounding, their breathing heavy
, their noses nearly bleeding, until the beauties had passed, jolting them out of their lewd fantasies. They exchanged a glance, recognizing
each other's shameful behavior, then, with lewd expressions, turned and quickly approached the two beauties.

"Ladies, please wait..." Changji called out loudly, panting heavily.

The two women stopped when they heard them approaching. The woman in the white dress squinted her drunken eyes and smiled at them, "Um...
I wonder what brings you two gentlemen here?"

"Oh, nothing much, it's just that the security situation has been bad lately. I'm worried that you two beauties might run into bad guys if you're not sober after drinking
." The two lecherous men said shamelessly, their faces drooling.

"Ah... I see. We're so scared. What... what should we do?" The two women seemed to
sober up , their faces showing fear and tension. They patted their chests lightly, making their already voluptuous breasts
heave even more. The two lecherous men stared wide-eyed, almost speechless.

"Oh... hehehe... don't be afraid, don't be afraid. We're here, we'll take you home,
okay ? We promise no bad guys will bother you, hehehe..."

"Hehehe, no... no, you gentlemen are the bad guys, are you?" The two women's hazy eyes were also fixed on
them.

"Oh, no, no, we look like good people. Don't worry, with us with you, you'll definitely get home safely
."

"Um... then please, we... we're scared too."

"Don't worry, don't worry, we'll definitely get it done. Let's go...hehehe..." Without another word, they each
grabbed a beautiful woman by the waist and helped them forward. The two women seemed oblivious to their groping hands
, their bodies pressed tightly against them, their eyes glazed with intoxication.

Inhaling the intoxicating fragrance, grasping their slender waists, and feeling the unintentional
pressure of their full breasts, the two lecherous men felt a surge of heat in their groins. Their free hands
began .

"Mmm..." The two women let out soft moans, not resisting their groping hands, but instead
pressing their bodies down, making it easier for the two lecherous men to knead them. Their slender hands also intentionally pinched their erections
.

The women's bold and unusual behavior actually brought the two lecherous men to their senses slightly. After all, they were
seasoned lechers who had navigated the political arena. The behavior of these unfamiliar beauties encountered on the street aroused their
suspicion . These were sensitive times; it was hard to say whether it was a honey trap set by an enemy force. But when they put down their excavators and looked at the women in their arms with some
confusion , they saw that the women's originally black and white eyes had turned blood red, even emitting a dazzling
red light. The fragrance emanating from them grew stronger and stronger, instantly shattering the last vestiges of their clarity.
Their breathing became increasingly heavy, and the surging blood burned their eyes red.

The two lecherous old men exchanged a glance, seeing the desire in each other's eyes. They could no longer resist the temptation and staggered,
dragging the two beauties into a secluded alley.

Chang Jixi pressed the woman in the white dress against the wall, his large mouth, reeking of alcohol, fiercely smothering
her fragrant lips. His large tongue plunged into her mouth without hesitation, and the woman cooperated with his French kiss, their tongues
intertwining sucking each other's saliva. Her delicate nose occasionally emitted faint moans.

"Mmm...mmm..." Hearing the heavenly sound, Changji Xi's thin body, though over fifty, seemed to burst with
boundless power. His large hands kept tugging at the woman's clothes,
tearing her sexy leopard-print tank top to shreds, revealing a transparent lace half-cup white bra. The two rosy nipples on her chest were clearly visible in the dim streetlights
. Looking at those round, snow-white breasts, no less than a D-cup, Changji Xi's lust surged. He forcefully ripped off the transparent
bra , exposing her snow-white, high breasts to the air. Then, he opened his mouth
wide and greedily sucked on the rosy nipples. His rough tongue kept teasing the nipples and the bumpy areolas. His large hands attacked from above and
below , pulling aside the woman's sexy thong and probing his fingers into her muddy, hairless vulva.

The woman in the white dress was also aroused by him, her bright red nipples hardening. The strange hand that was kneading her large, pink
breasts into various shapes made her moan softly.

Meanwhile, the fat old man, Okada Katsu, was even more frenzied. After a short kiss, he squatted down
, his short, thick fingers pulling down the black-dressed woman's thong. He eagerly buried his fat face deep
into her hairless genitals, his large mouth kissing her dark, glossy labia, his tongue teasing her
engorged clitoris before plunging into her tight, wet vagina and scraping it roughly. He felt a burning desire within him,
his lower body throbbing unbearably. Only by constantly sucking the fluids secreted from her vagina could he alleviate the burning lust.

"Mmm...ah...mmm...oh. No...oh...no..." The black-dressed woman's slender
fingers gripped Okada Katsu's large head, gently swaying it as she let out a series of alluring moans. Hearing the
increasingly loud moans, Okada Katsu kissed her even more passionately. His large hands gripped her full, snowy buttocks, his thick
tongue darting up and down, twisting her clitoris and causing it to thrash violently. With each intense contraction,
fragrant streams of vaginal fluid gushed out.

"Ah..." With a moan, the woman in the black dress reached orgasm under his oral service. Her
muscles tensed, her legs clamping so tightly they almost suffocated Okada Katsu.

"Glug glug..." Although Okada Katsu's face was flushed, he greedily
swallowed every last drop of the woman's fluids.

The woman in the black dress, recovering from her orgasm, let out a soft sigh. Her previously drunken, hazy eyes
turned cold, her alluring face cold and icy—hardly the image of someone who had been drunk. She raised one hand, her fingers
curled into a claw, while her other hand gripped the back of Okada Katsu's thick neck.

Just as the woman in the black dress raised her delicate hand to insert it into his large head, she seemed to remember something,
a strange smile spreading across her face. Then she turned her head to look at the woman in the white dress, who was also being kissed
on the genitals her smiling wickedly as if by telepathy.

She loosened her tightly clenched legs in fishnet stockings, and Okada Katsuki slumped to the ground, letting out a satisfied
burp from his open mouth. He felt his lust, which should have subsided, gradually rising again, even showing signs of bursting forth.
His narrowed eyes turned bloodshot, and the lewd look on his fat face grew increasingly intense, his penis
painfully hard.

The woman in the black dress was pleased with the change in his expression. She smiled seductively and walked up to him, pulling him up
and pressing him against the wall, her nimble fingers stroking his penis through his trousers. "Rip..." Long, sharp, blood-red
fingernails tore open her trousers and underwear. Her face, alluring and seductive, stared at the infatuated Okada Katsumi. Her slender,
delicate tongue lightly licked her red lips. Then, she knelt down, opening her small mouth and extending her tongue to lick the hard, small penis she held.

"Oh..." Okada Katsumi let out a soft moan of pleasure. His fat hands pressed down on
the head of the woman in the black dress, trying to force her completely inside him.

The woman in the black dress didn't move. Her slender fingers gripped the penis, pulling back the foreskin to its deepest point, revealing the small,
purplish-black glans and shaft. Looking at the small penis before her, the woman in the black dress held a hidden
contempt , as if mocking his overestimation of his abilities. Okada Katsu was completely lost in lust, his mind only focused on
releasing his desire into the beautiful woman's mouth. He was still trying to push in, but the woman in the black dress was surprisingly strong
; he didn't even budge. Just as he was frantically trying to figure out what to do, the woman in the black dress
raised her head and gave him a strange smile.

He was stunned, completely unaware of the meaning of the smile. Then, the woman in the black dress quickly
pressed her slender fingers on his lower abdomen several times.

"Ah..." Okada Katsu let out a scream. He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and then all
the blood seemed to be on fire, rushing to his lower body. He could only feel his penis, which was less than ten centimeters long...
His penis was visibly swelling rapidly, while his obese body gradually became thin and pale. The excruciating pain quickly
subsided , but was replaced by endless lust. His eyes turned bloodshot, his face contorted, and his pale, thin hands
, with veins bulging, gripped the head of the woman in the black dress with increasing force.

The woman in the black dress stared at the thick, long penis that had swelled to over twenty centimeters in length, feeling quite satisfied. She smiled,
then spat out a long strand of saliva, which hung precariously on the egg-sized glans. She extended
her delicate tongue and evenly smeared the saliva on every part of the penis. The soft touch of her tongue caused Okada Katsu
to let out heavy groans from time to time.

The woman in the black dress opened her blood-red lips and completely engulfed the tip of the penis, then pressed down little by little .
With each tight suction, saliva flowed from her mouth, dripping down her delicate face and onto her snow-white breasts, until the entire
penis was completely submerged in her mouth. Only then did the woman in the black dress let out a soft "ooh" sound.

"Oh...it feels so good..." Okada Katsu felt the tender flesh of the beauty's throat constantly slapping against his
sensitive glans, and the long, soft tongue wrapping around him brought him unprecedented pleasure, like falling into heaven. And this
was just beginning. The beauty in the black dress spread her legs, which were covered by fishnet stockings, revealing her hairless, alluring crotch. Crystalline vaginal fluid
dripped from her dark, shiny labia, forming a small puddle on the ground. Her tightly sucking mouth
rapidly , each thrust penetrating to the deepest point, while her slender fingers gripped his testicles
, rubbing them vigorously, occasionally sucking the swollen testicles into her mouth to play with them.

Okada Katsu, a seasoned veteran of the sex world, had never encountered such excellent oral sex skills. He felt that each movement of
the beauty was gradually eating away at his remaining rationality, until he fell into an abyss.

The woman in the black dress felt his penis growing increasingly erect, and with a smug look, she glanced at the woman in the white dress not far
away , who was also giving oral sex to the increasingly thin Yoshimasa. Yoshimasa
was swaying and moaning with pleasure under the woman's vigorous oral sex, while the woman in the white dress occasionally gave her a provocative look.
So she quickened her pace, her free hand reaching around to Okada Katsu's buttocks, accurately finding his anus
, and mercilessly thrusting it in.

"Ah..." "Oh..." A cry of pain was followed by a moan of pleasure. The woman in the black dress
's delicate fingers gently probed inside his anus, each touch touching his sensitive prostate.

"Oh...it's...it's fucking good...no...I can't take it...I...I'm going to cum..."
Okada Katsu felt his thick, long penis throbbing rapidly in the woman's mouth, the intense sensation of ejaculation assaulting
his central nervous system, the stimulating pleasure making his whole body numb.

The woman in the black dress knew he was on the verge of ejaculation, so she increased the intensity of her sucking, her nimble tonsils
slapping harder.

"Ah..." Okada Katsu raised his head and let out a strange cry, then thick
semen . With each spurt, his body grew thinner, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

At the same time, not far away, Changji Kiyoshi also roared, ejaculating into the mouth of the woman in the white dress
, also appearing dazed. At this moment, the narrow, deserted alleyway was filled with moans and the sounds of swallowing
, creating an exceptionally erotic scene.

"Pop..." The white-skirted beauty's small mouth withdrew from the thick, long penis, her throat swallowing the remaining semen.
A hint of resentment appeared on her cold face. She looked at the thin Chang Jixi in front of her, his skin
dry and parched like it had lost its moisture. She covered her mouth and chuckled. Then she pulled Chang Jixi, who was leaning against the wall, out, while she herself supported herself
against the wall, raising her plump, snowy buttocks and swaying them back and forth, fully exposing her overflowing, wet vulva to
him . She put her fingers in her mouth, letting her long, tender tongue slide and lick them, turning her head and squinting her hazy eyes in
an inviting gesture.

"Mmm... Uncle... I'm so itchy... Hurry... Hurry up and give it to me..."

"Let your big penis fill my little hole... Mmm... Hurry... Hurry... Oh..."

Looking at the white-skirted beauty's full, snowy buttocks, her straight, slender legs in fishnet stockings, and her pointed, high-heeled strappy shoes,
Chang Jixi's lust was completely aroused. With a roar, his pale, thin hand gripped her slender waist, and his long, thick
penis pressed against her glistening black vulva. With a thrust, his penis
plunged .

"Oh..." Both of them gasped in pleasure at the same time. Changji almost
ejaculated again from the friction of her fleshy vagina. His bloodshot eyes adjusted his breathing, and he began to thrust forcefully,
cursing, "You filthy bitch, I'll fuck you to death... fuck you to death, you promiscuous woman..."

"Oh... fuck me to death... it's so full... so good... I want you to fuck me to death..." The woman in the white dress
's blood-red lips parted slightly, humming incoherent moans. Her face was flushed, but a cunning glint
occasionally .

Not far away, Okada Katsu was also wielding his thick, long penis, fucking the woman in the black dress. He pinned
her against the wall, lifting one of her legs, clad in black fishnet stockings, while his penis
thrust in and out Glistening fluids flowed from their joined bodies, dripping onto the floor,
filling the air with a lewd atmosphere. The woman in the black dress writhed, responding to his thrusts, her voluptuous
breasts rubbing against his thinning chest. They kissed greedily, their tongues intertwined,
emitting soft, pleasurable moans.

Shoji Yoshiki's thrusts grew more vigorous. He felt a numbing
suction , the intertwining and caressing of the fleshy clitoris bringing unprecedented pleasure that completely eroded his
reason. His eyes were bloodshot as he thrust rapidly, trying to relieve the swelling in his penis through the friction
. At this moment, he freed one large hand and began slapping the snow-white, plump buttocks repeatedly while hurling
incoherent curses.

"Let you enjoy it... I'll fuck you to death, you stinking bitch... I'll fuck you..."

"Oh... harder... fuck me harder... ah..." Blood-red
handprints appeared on the white-skirted beauty's plump buttocks, even showing traces of blood, but the force of the slaps only aroused her perverse pleasure.
Her alluring face twisted with excitement, waves of bubbling white fluid gushed from her vagina, and her vagina
tightened , making Changji feel even more stimulated.

"Slap slap slap..." The sounds of four bodies colliding continued, growing louder and louder. The moans of the two beauties echoed through
the alley, but due to the economic downturn, there were practically no pedestrians at night. So, no one
noticed the strange scene of their encounter. Even if someone heard it, they would just shake their head and turn away. After all, Japan
's sexual culture is unique in the world, so no one would think there was anything wrong with having sex in the open. At most,
they would make a few laughs, saving them the cost of a hotel room.

"Ah... I'm coming..." "Hehe..." At this moment, Changji and Okada Katsumi ejaculated
their . The two beauties also twisted their bodies to receive their rain.

"Crackling..." The two ejaculated for a long time before finally releasing their tightly clenched vaginas. They
both collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. After ejaculating, their bodies turned as pale as vampires, their dry
skin devoid of any color. Their penises remained erect, and they panted, staring at the two insatiable
beauties before them, their bloodshot eyes burning with endless lust.

"Hehehe... Uncle, you're really amazing! I love it, I want more... hehehe..."
The two beauties swayed their slender waists as they walked towards the two men, their snow-white breasts dancing
with Their barely visible, hairless vulvas were completely free of semen,
only glistening vaginal fluid slowly flowing out, emitting a fragrant and alluring scent.

Looking at the two exhausted lecherous men, they exchanged a smile, then pushed them to the ground. They
eagerly straddled them, speaking in seductive tones, "Uncles, you satisfied
my little hole just now, now I'll satisfy you with my backdoor. Let me tell you, it'll make you feel even better there...
hehehe..." With that, they held their thick, hard penises, pressing them against their wrinkled anuses. Under
the beastly gazes of the two lecherous men, they slowly sat down, allowing the penises to penetrate their mysterious anuses inch by inch
.

"Oh...so full..." the two beauties simultaneously let out pleasurable moans.
After the entire penis was fully inserted, they began thrusting in and out, the slippery anuses giving the two lecherous men a unique pleasure.
They gripped the women's waists, forcefully thrusting upwards in sync with their pumping motions.

"Slap slap slap..." The sounds of thrusting rang out again, the penis appearing and disappearing between the two beauties' anuses. Not yet stimulated enough,
they pinched their nipples with one hand and manipulated their dark, glistening vulvas with the other,
digging their slender fingers deep into their vaginas, forcefully probing, causing the flowing fluids to soak the man's body beneath them...
The

night was deep, the moon high in the sky, the deserted streets were empty, but the sexual
game continued. The scene was indescribably eerie.

The four continued their intercourse, constantly changing positions. Changji and Okada had ejaculated countless
times; their bodies withered like those of long-term drug addicts, their bloodless skin sallow and dry, their skin
clinging to their bones, their chests barely rising and falling, only their bloodshot eyes, sunken deep in their sockets, suggested they were still
alive . Meanwhile, the two beauties' skin glowed with a rosy hue, their faces becoming even more radiant—the
result of absorbing a large amount of their essence.

The two beauties continued their exploitation of them. The two old lechers, like candles flickering in the wind
, were completely exhausted, utterly powerless to meet their endless demands. Like
puppets on strings, they were tossed about by the beauties' onslaught, utterly powerless. The two beauties, caught up in their pleasure
, emitted perverse moans as they made their final, satisfying act.

At this moment, the woman in the white dress gripped Chang Jixi's penis tightly, while her long, white-stockinged legs
clamped around his neck, forcefully swaying his head towards her ample breasts.

"Oh...hehehe...so fun, this is so exciting...oh..." the woman in the white
dress moaned, relentlessly manipulating him. Chang Jixi, already exhausted, bulged out,
his mouth gaping open, gasping for breath.

"Hmm... Oh... Yes... Let them enjoy one last moment of pleasure in their pain... Hehehe
..." The woman in the black dress straddled Okada Katsu, her hands holding his head, suffocating him
in her ample breasts. The tight, oppressive pressure made it difficult for Okada Katsu to breathe, his withered body
trembling violently under the shadow of death.

"Ugh..." Okada Katsu was still struggling desperately. Awakening from the illusion, he felt
dizzy and the suffocating situation filled him with unprecedented fear. Coupled with the burning sensation all over his body, death
was approaching him step by step, and he involuntarily lost control of his bladder.

"Ah... You stinky old man, you're so bad, you even peed, ptooey, I'll squeeze you dry..." After saying that,
the woman in the black dress increased the speed of her thrusts while tightening the suction of her vagina.

"Hehehe... Isn't it good? It's so hot... Oh... Mine's almost there too, his penis is starting to
throb , let me absorb his last bit of semen... Hehehe... Oh, faster..." The woman in the white dress
laughed at the woman in the black dress beside her as she increased the amplitude of her leg movements.

"Oh oh... It's coming, it's coming... Such delicious semen... Oh... I'm coming too..."
As Okada Katsu ejaculated his last bit of semen, the woman in the black dress also reached her climax. Her whole body trembled violently, and
her hands holding his head involuntarily tightened.

"Crack..." Her long hands actually crushed his head.

"Phew... That felt so good..." The woman in the black dress released her hands, revealing Okada Katsu's deformed head. Then, with
a "crack," the unsupported corpse fell to the ground.

The woman in the white dress beside her and Changji Ki were also reaching a fever pitch. His head was getting closer and closer to the woman in the white dress
's chest, and his tongue was sticking out longer and longer. At this moment, the suffocating pain and intense pleasure in his lower body caused him to ejaculate
for the last time in his life. The surging semen, a final burst of his essence, rushed into the magical womb of the woman in the white dress
like The scalding semen stimulated her to also reach orgasm
. Her legs, clad in white fishnet stockings, unconsciously pressed against her delicate body. Finally, with a loud cracking sound, Chang Jixi
's waist twisted into a grotesque shape as he lay completely on top of her, his withered face showing fear and resentment.

After a long while, the woman in the white dress pushed aside the corpse lying on top of her, straightened her clothes, and then stood side-by-side with the black...
The beautiful women in skirts emerged from the windswept alley and quickly disappeared into the night.

*** *** *** ***

Not long after the two women vanished, two dark figures appeared in the alley. Both were clad in tight-fitting black
bodysuits, but their curvaceous figures revealed them to be women. They stood
before two desiccated corpses, their faces, covered by black iron masks, expressionless except
for On the wall before the corpses, several large words had been written in blood: "Right-wing extremists, die." The bloody words
, combined with the gruesome state of the two bodies, created a terrifying scene.

One of the women in black said in a muffled voice, "Damn it, Elisa, we're too late."

The other woman replied, "Thanks for your help, Yumi-nee. This is the fourth case tonight.
Although there have been deaths and injuries, but..."

"Enough talk. Let's hurry to the next target. Hopefully, we're still in time."

"Okay..." With that, the two women quickly left, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

*** *** *** ***

In the dead of night, inside the Daitoku-ji Temple on the outskirts of Tokyo, an elderly man dressed in plain clothes sat quietly
outside . His no-longer-ample hands skillfully arranged the tea utensils before him. Although each step of the process was
meticulous, the elegance of tea ceremony always seemed somewhat out of place on him. In the flickering
firelight his wrinkled face was filled with dissatisfaction and anxiety, especially as
the increasingly loud moans of a man and woman emanating from inside the hut deepened his frown.

Just as he was about to stand up and interrupt them, he seemed to remember something and sat heavily back down
, letting out a deep sigh and trying to calm his discontent.

Then, the man and woman inside cried out in ecstasy as they reached their climax, and silence returned. The old man knew they
had finished, and his furrowed brow gradually relaxed. He knew the people he had been waiting for tonight were about to emerge—
this was the purpose of his late-night visit.

With a creaking sound as the door opened, a tall, robust middle-aged man stepped out of the wooden house
and strode towards the old man.

"Hahaha... Your Majesty, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." The middle-aged man
greeted the old man with a boisterous laugh.

Hearing the man's cheerful laughter, Emperor Asahi's previously stiff and displeased face immediately broke into a smile
. As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face, and since he was still in a position to ask for a favor, he couldn't afford to be confrontational. So he returned the smile, saying
, "It's alright, it's alright. Chief of Staff Kono is also a very important person,
and it's a great honor that he could meet with an old man like me tonight."

"Not at all, Your Majesty, your esteemed status makes it a great honor for me to have you here."
Kono was completely unceremonious, sitting opposite Asahi with a forced smile.

"Oh? Is that so? Then try my tea ceremony." With that, he extended two fingers and gently pushed a cup of tea
towards Kono Hei. Kono Hei smiled and downed his tea in one gulp, then chatted with him about all sorts of things
.

They exchanged insincere compliments for a while without getting to the point. Just as Emperor Asahi was about to lose his temper
, Kono Hei's phone rang. He apologized to Asahi and answered the phone, but
when he heard the news on the other end, his previously calm face became quite interesting. After hanging up,
he quietly looked at the frail old man before him.

Asahi seemed to know what Kono Hei had learned from the call, and instead of being in a hurry, he smiled and resumed
playing with the tea set before him.

"Your Majesty, you're really ruthless. Did you do what happened tonight?" Kono Hei
said .

"Oh? I wonder which matter the Chief of Staff is referring to?" Asahi continued his tea ceremony unhurriedly.

Looking at the face blurred by the rising steam, he realized he had underestimated
this madman. Yes, this old man was a madman.

"Since Your Majesty doesn't want to talk about it, then let me explain slowly. I don't know if what I'm saying is correct, hmph. Tonight,
there were shootings at several rallies and several far-right lawmakers were killed. Wasn't that your doing? I
believe that the dominant conservative parties would never be foolish enough to use such methods to attack the other side.
This crude and simple self-inflicted injury strategy can both leave the conservatives speechless and provoke
conflict between the two sides. I believe that apart from Your Majesty, few people could come up with such a double-edged strategy.
Don't you think so, Your Majesty?" Kono Hei explained his analysis in detail.

After listening to his analysis, Emperor Tomorrow's face lit up with a smug smile. He replied, "Hahaha...
Chief of Staff, you're indeed a clever man. You're right, it was my order. Hahaha..."

"It's not that I'm clever, but anyone with eyes can see it. It's just that this simple and brutal self-inflicted injury scheme
, with a little guidance, will surely win over many uninformed people to your side. It's a pity for those innocent
supporters who died. Indeed, a good method, ruthless enough." After saying that, Kono Hei's eyes gleamed.

"Hmph, Chief of Staff, stop pretending. If we're talking about ruthlessness, we're evenly matched. I just want to
regain . As for the deaths of a few hundred civilians and a few members of parliament who supported me, what does that matter? No pain, no
gain. I've said I'd rather betray the world than let the world betray me."

"So what do you plan to do next?" Kono Hei remained unmoved by his words and
asked calmly.

Emperor Tomorrow drank his tea in one gulp, then slammed it down on the tea table. His eyes were bloodshot,
and wrinkled face was filled with a look of madness. "Didn't they say we royalists are far-right?
After so many people were killed, of course the far-right are retaliating like mad, hahaha..."

Asahi paused, then continued, "Don't you have an assassination squad? Lend it to me for a moment. I want to
continue muddying the waters." Asahi stared intently at Kono Hei.

"Sure," Kono Hei agreed after only a brief consideration.

"Alright, I'll stage a military coup afterward because I'm fed up with those lackeys' mouths. Although
the royalists' power has surged in both houses of parliament, they're still severely suppressed by conservative forces. I'm going to take back
everything I've lost. Within a week at most, I'll contact the military forces that support me to take action."

"No, it will take at least a month. The equipment, personnel, and combat methods aren't ready yet," Kono Hei refused
without hesitation .

"Hmph... Whether you like it or not, I will launch a lightning coup and restore imperial power. You
don't have to participate, but I'll remind you, don't regret it later. Farewell." With that, Emperor Tomorrow turned
and left.

"Madman," Kono Hei muttered under his breath, then picked up the phone and dialed. The call was quickly
answered .

"Ilya, I want you to tell Ono Shi that I demand he prepare
the equipment ... Don't ask too many questions. No matter how much it costs, you have to do it for me, or you two will pay with your heads
." After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Ilya's response.

Kono stood there calmly, lost in thought, a worried look in his deep eyes. At that moment, he felt
someone drape a coat over him from behind, and then a fragrant, delicate body nestled in his strong arms.
He knew it was Princess Kyoko.

"General, what are you thinking about?" Kyoko asked gently.

Kono Hei lowered his head, looking at Princess Kyoko in his arms—not exceptionally beautiful, but of noble birth. He didn't answer immediately
, but instead looked up at the increasingly dark clouds in the sky, frowned, and said something unrelated to the question
: "It seems the weather is about to change."

Hearing this, a ruthless glint appeared in the eyes of the gentle Princess Kyoko in his arms.

To be continued...

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