[Original work "Ninja Killing"] Chapters 1-9

Author: fqcc
First published on April 10, 2015 on m-series resource aggregation
Word count: 101134

Note: fqcc and fbcc are the same person.

Chapter 1: A Dark and Windy Night of Murder

"Oh...ah...so big, faster, deeper...ah..." A melodious female voice occasionally rang out with
joyful 　　 moans.

"You slut...you're so slutty...I didn't expect you to be so good in bed...oh, your pussy is so tight...
tighter than a virgin, and it even sucks...huff..." The man breathed heavily, hissing in his throat
.

On a large European-style round bed, a young couple was engaging in the most primal human activity.

The woman was completely naked, her beautiful face flushed, her fiery red lips slightly parted as she emitted
alluring moans. She spread her long, strong, white legs, tightly encircling the man's muscular waist,
propelling his thrusts. Her legs were clad in a pair of thin, sheer flesh-colored crystal stockings, their cool, soft
touch clearly indicating high-end quality.

The man momentarily doubted the woman's identity; how could a woman who looked like a whore afford such expensive,
limited-edition stockings? But overwhelming lust clouded his judgment, and this woman was, even to a
seasoned playboy like him, a rare gem—no, the epitome of the rare.

Her D+ size breasts stood high, seemingly unaffected by gravity, with two pink
nipples as alluring as strawberries, and her slender waist could be encircled with one hand. Even more amazing was her pink, alluring vulva, where two pink
labia tightly gripped his penis, the pink flesh inside pulsating and squeezing his shaft as if alive, the sensation
like countless tiny hands kneading and pulling, allowing him to thrust effortlessly in and out of her narrow passage.

His entire body was already drenched in sweat, his waist throbbing like a beast in heat. His thick, long penis pounded in and out of
the woman 's vagina like a pile driver, the sounds of "tsk...tsk tsk..." accompanied by countless
white, foamy droplets of vaginal fluid that had turned into a white foam from the thrusting. Strangely, the fluid had no odor whatsoever, but rather a fresh,
laurel-like 　　 scent.

"Oh...oh oh...harder...my good man...harder...oh...thrust me harder...
I'm almost...almost climaxing..." The woman swayed her slender waist, her hands gripping the man's waist tightly, her hairless
genitals thrusting violently against him. It turned out she was a bald woman, and it was clear she was also close to sexual climax,
her skin flushed pink.

"I'm going to fuck you to death... fuck you until you're a slut... fuck... huff huff." The man glared with bloodshot
eyes, one hand gripping the woman's large breasts tightly, kneading them mercilessly, leaving
red marks on her white, full breasts, while his other hand slapped her plump buttocks, leaving bloody handprints on her cheeks
.

"Fuck me until I'm a slut, fuck me to death... I'm your little bitch... oh... harder... fuck me harder
..." The woman seemed to feel no pain at all, becoming even more excited under the man's slaps.

"Fuck...fuck...you little bitch...you're the best, what's your name...you'll be my
woman from now on...oh...so tight..."

"Oh...my name is Mayumi...oh...harder...you little bitch is yours tonight...make me
climax 　　 ...ooh..."

The man listened to Mayumi's moans, which made his penis grow even thicker. He still didn't understand
why he had become so powerful in sex. He had been with this stunner for over an hour and
had no urge to ejaculate, but he felt all the power in his body gathering in his lower body. He wasn't a martial arts master,
so he didn't understand what that phenomenon meant. He just wanted to conquer this slut in front of him.

This man's identity is no ordinary one. He is Fujita Taro, the 28-year-old
heir His father, Fujita Daio, is the chairman of Nippon Semiconductor.

Their company is renowned for its high-tech product research and is also listed in the United States, with a reported
market value exceeding $500 billion. Nippon Semiconductor's largest client is the military. They have an independent department
dedicated to serving the Japanese military, developing various high-tech products, and selling arms to war-torn
regions abroad. Fujita Taro is the manager in charge of this department. He possesses access to many shady transactions and confidential information about product
development . Therefore, he is not just a brainless rich kid, but rather a bit frivolous and womanizing
. (It seems like men all have this common problem.)

Let's go back two hours. Fujita Taro was attending a party with a group of rich second-generation friends at a hotel.
He drank a few too many cups of cat urine. When he needed to use the restroom, he went to pay the water bill. After paying the water bill,
he encountered this amazing woman, Mayumi, in the hotel corridor. In his first impression, this woman
must be a slut. At that time, the 1.72-meter-tall Mayumi had long, silky black hair
, and a flirtatious smile on her cold, snow-white oval face. She was wearing a blood-red sleeveless cheongsam with dark floral patterns. From the front, the tight cheongsam
made her bare breasts dazzling. Her nipples were simply covered with nipple covers.

The cheongsam was very short, barely covering her private parts and full hips. From the side,
the slit was unusually high, extending beyond her pelvis to her waist. As she walked, her red
thong and the black thread side straps of her panties were visible. Her long, slender, white legs were encased in sheer, crystal-clear stockings
, and Yu Lian wore a pair of blood-red four-inch pointed-toe high heels, making her voluptuous figure appear even more alluring and seductive.

Fujita Taro was stunned. Gazing at her amazed face, only one thought occupied his mind: She is
mine, and I will conquer her.

Whether intentional or not, Mayumi gave him a flirtatious wink. Fujita Taro, though a seasoned womanizer, couldn't
resist the allure of this seductive woman. He used all the techniques he knew for picking up girls to strike up a conversation. Mayumi,
being a womanizer herself, readily reciprocated, like dry tinder meeting a raging fire.

He quickly said goodbye to his wealthy friend and took Mayumi to his luxurious suburban
villa . Of course, he wasn't completely blinded by lust; he brought his three bodyguards. Those three bodyguards
were active-duty special forces soldiers, all specially authorized by the military to carry guns—his father had hired them at great expense.
He knew exactly what kind of person his successor was: shrewd, yes, but too lustful.

Fujita Taro watched Mayumi beneath him, moaning incessantly as he fucked her, his masculine pride in conquest reaching
its peak . Fujita Taro had a secret: he was a foot fetishist. Seeing
the alluring curves of Mayumi's toes and the white-and-pink instep and heel beneath her sheer flesh-colored stockings, he
couldn't help but grab her feet. While thrusting, he sucked on her
toes with his wide mouth, making smacking sounds…

"Oh…hehe…brother, you're so naughty, licking my feet…hehe…but it feels so good, harder
…" Mayumi laughed lasciviously, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, though a mischievous glint occasionally flashed in her hazy eyes
.
"So beautiful...so fragrant, truly a beauty...not a trace of foot odor...ooh..." Fujita Taro
thoroughly enjoyed those jade-like feet, and the luxurious silk stockings gave him a gentle, cool touch.

"Then brother, suck more...hehe...ahh...harder, don't just focus on my beautiful legs, my
little hole is very thirsty...come and satisfy me...oh..."

"You slut, I'll satisfy you." After saying that, he lowered his head and used his wide lips to give Mayumi
a wet kiss, while his lower body increased the force and speed of his thrusts as if it were powered by a motor. In an instant, his huge penis
churned inside her flesh, bringing out the semen and wetting both of their bodies.

Unbeknownst to him, his skin was slowly turning pale, his once-strong body was becoming thinner, and
his vital energy was visibly converging rapidly towards his scrotum. He felt the gentle
caresses of Mayumi's vaginal muscles transform into intense squeezing, a suction deep within her making his glans
tingle and itch.

When he sensed this, he tried to withdraw his penis, but Mayumi gripped his head tightly, pressing it against her
full breasts. "Kiss me..." Mayumi uttered a seductive moan.

At that moment, Fujita Taro was completely disoriented . He felt his penis swell violently,
even , already touching the uterus inside her vagina. The cervix, forcibly opened, gripped his glans tightly, exerting
an unprecedented suction force, causing both of them to tremble.

Fujita Taro bit down hard on her pink nipples, his hands kneading them mercilessly,
changing the shape of her snow-white breasts, while his lower body endured intense pleasure as it struggled against the gripping cervix.

"Oh... harder... harder, it's almost open... ahh..." Mayumi's delicate skin
glowed pink, her intoxicated face flushed with an unnatural redness. Her long, silk-stockinged legs unconsciously tightened around Fujita
Taro's waist, showing that she was also approaching orgasm. The walls of her vagina felt like countless tiny hands tightly
pulling 　　 squeezing the shaft, causing it to thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina.

"Ah...ah..." Under Mayumi's guidance, the glans finally fully opened the cervix, causing Mayumi
to reach orgasm first. Her whole body trembled violently, her long, sharp fingernails digging into Fujita Taro's hair. Streams of scalding vaginal fluid poured from deep within
her uterus onto the glans, making it swell even more, and a captivating
suction force emanated from deep within her uterus, as if it wanted to suck him in completely.

Fujita Taro's eyes were bloodshot, his already pale and thin face turned an unnatural red, and
he breathed heavily like a wild beast. He vigorously rubbed Mayumi, making one fear that he might crush her beautiful breasts.

Suddenly, Fujita Taro's whole body convulsed violently, and the thrusting stopped abruptly. Suddenly, Fujita Taro let out a low growl
, his massive penis ejaculating a torrent of lustful semen deep into her uterus. Mayumi beneath him convulsed, her
once black eyes flashing a terrifying red light. The surge of semen propelled her to another
peak of orgasm; her uterus contracted repeatedly, gripping the glans tightly, its powerful internal suction drawing out the
nutrient-rich essence of life, relentlessly draining it dry.

"Ha...ha..." Fujita Taro let out a hoarse sound as he continued to ejaculate.
If one could see inside his vagina now, his glans wasn't just shooting out clear semen, but blood-tinged
semen. His body was becoming emaciated, his skin turning sallow, and his lower back was aching terribly, but the immense pleasure kept him
ejaculating relentlessly.

When he sensed something was wrong and tried to pull away from Mayumi, her powerful, silk-stockinged legs began to show their strength
, gripping his waist like iron, like shackles locking him in place. Her uterus also emitted an increasingly
strong suction, making him feel as if his internal organs were about to rip out of his body.

"You...who...are you?" Fujita Taro felt fear. He never imagined that the beautiful woman he met on the street
would turn out 　　 to be a fatal encounter.

"Mmm...so good...keep going...don't stop...keep shooting...shoot all your essence into me
...hehe...oh..." Mayumi showed no sign of stopping, continuing to absorb his blood essence
.

Fujita Taro covered his head with his hands, opening his mouth to scream. He wanted to call for help, but the room was too soundproof. The bodyguards
outside had no idea what was happening inside, and they didn't want to offend the young master. He tried to pull away,
but the intense pleasure and suction prevented him from doing so. His once strong body was visibly withering away
, his entire being like a deflated balloon, his jet-black hair turning white and still falling out...

Then, after three or four minutes of extraction, the suction within his vagina suddenly disappeared, and he
collapsed , breathing weakly. Now he looked like
an old man in his seventies or eighties.

"Hehehe... Mayumi..." Mayumi gently pushed Fujita Taro aside with her hand, and
with a "pop," the sound of their intercourse separating was heard. She didn't even glance at the withered Fujita Taro
, but gracefully stroked her fair skin with her small hands. After absorbing the man's essence, her skin became
even more rosy. She occasionally marveled at God's artistry in making her so beautiful. After indulging in self-pity for a while, she
remembered that she still had things to do.

"Giggle..." she giggled, then crawled to Fujita Taro's side like a kitten,
circling her slender fingers on his withered chest. Although Fujita Taro was withered, his penis
was still so firm and shiny.

"Who...who are you? Why are you doing this to me..." Fujita Taro asked the witch beside him in a weak
voice 　　 .

"Hehe...I don't know if you know the name (Shinobi Assassination)?"

"It's...it's you?" Fujita Taro was shocked. Rumor has it that in the assassin world, "Shinobi Assassination" is ranked among the top
ten, and they have only emerged in the last year. No one has ever seen their true faces, only that they are
two women, and the rules for accepting missions are also strange. They do not kill the innocent, the old and young, the defenseless
, or orphans. But when they kill, their methods are extremely cruel, causing the victim
unbearable pain , and the manner of death is bizarre.

He had previously commissioned "ninja assassins" through an intermediary to kill his opponents, but surprisingly, they did not accept his
mission. So why would they try to kill him this time?

"Hehehe... It seems you know who I am. Well then, let me tell you. A client is very interested in the AI chip you
have , so he commissioned us. Hehe... Darling, this commission
is worth 5 billion US dollars." Mayumi rubbed her long, stockinged thighs against his still-erect penis
, while her fingers drew circles on his body. She also kissed his withered nipples with her sexy red lips from time to time,
her expression extremely intimate, like that of a lover. If it weren't for the fact that one was an assassin and the other was the victim, they would look
like a couple flirting. The scene was extremely bizarre.

"Then...why...why did you want to kill me? I don't think I...did I deserve to die? Please...please don't kill me
...I can give you a lot...a lot of money. Is 10 billion US dollars enough?"

*Slap!* Mayumi slapped him hard across the face. The force of the slap caused him to cough up blood. He
stared at Mayumi in horror, only to see her eyes were terrifyingly cold, as if she saw him as nothing more than a salted fish.

"Two years ago, you set your sights on a small, high-tech company called Leimon. Although small, they
had developed a new generation of batteries that charged and lasted more than a hundred times longer than those on the market. To acquire this technology
, you used both soft and hard tactics, leveraging both official and underworld influence to try and buy it out. That's not all; to keep this new
technology for yourself, you even went so far as to murder the entire family of the company's leader, sealing them alive in cement jars and sinking them into the sea. His
only daughter was only thirteen years old." At the age of 18, she was raped and killed by you and your men. Six months later, you took a liking to
a girl from Sakura University. You pursued her with sweet words and had sexual relations with her. It was consensual and
there was no questioning. However, the girl became pregnant. To cover up your shameful act, you forced her to have an abortion. When
she refused, you strangled her to death, resulting in two deaths. Afterwards, you ordered your men to dismember her body and dump the remains in
the wilderness. When her family wanted to sue you, you... You threatened and bribed her family, driving her parents to the brink of madness.

A year ago, you drove your sports car drunk and killed a woman in the middle of the night. Not only did you find someone to take the blame
, but you also lied and claimed you were traveling at 70 km/h. You used your family's immense influence to completely suppress the media coverage, do you even know that? That
woman was an orphan. She was lucky to have met a wonderful boyfriend, and they were about to get married. Not every
orphan has such good fortune. But you actually killed her boyfriend... " Both his legs were broken, and you threatened him not to mention
it . His boyfriend is a real man; he went around in a wheelchair seeking help to sue you, but you threatened his family, forcing
him to give up. And..." Mayumi recounted his shameful deeds as if she were witnessing them firsthand,
while Fujita Taro felt increasingly chilled as he listened. These were secrets he thought he had covered up perfectly, yet she...
how did she know them all? It seemed he was truly doomed this time. Was there any way to escape?

"Slap... slap..." As Mayumi spoke, she came to believe this man was truly scum—no, he
couldn't even be called human, he was a beast—so she slapped him twice more, cracking his already emaciated face and causing his features to
cave in.

"Ugh... ugh..." Fujita Taro kept vomiting black blood. The pain was excruciating;
if 　　 Mayumi hadn't had other things to do, those two slaps would have been enough to kill him.

"Tell me... how can you let me go? Oh right... didn't you want that AI chip
? If I die, you... you can't get it... hehe... hahaha... cough cough..." At this moment
, Fujita Taro seemed to have grasped at a straw, his sunken face twisted into a sinister smile, and with him constantly spitting out
black blood 　　 , the scene was extremely bizarre.

"You think I can't do anything if you don't tell? Hehehe... I never thought you'd tell me. That
chip is just in your safe in your closet, hehe, but getting it out is a bit troublesome. It needs to
be decrypted using your pupil digit code, otherwise it'll be locked in there forever, hehehe..."

"You... how did you know? You... have a mole."

"No... no no, how could that be? You underestimate the people around you. I just
caught the engineer who designed this safe for you, and then used a little trick to make him
spill 　　 . Hehehe, but now I need you, my man..."

"You... you... I'd rather die than tell you, you're dreaming." Fujita Taro had to be anxious. If he told anyone,
he'd lose everything, and his only fate would be death.

"Be good, look into my eyes..." At this moment, Mayumi's originally black pupils flashed with a red light. How could Fujita
Taro 　　 dare to look into her eyes so easily? He tightly closed his eyes.

"Hmph, you won't drink the toast, will you?" Saying this, Mayumi extended her five slender jade fingers and joined them together like a knife, then
plunged them hard into his withered thigh, piercing straight through.

"Ah...ah..." Fujita Taro immediately opened his eyes wide in pain.

"Ninjutsu, Bewitching Blood Eyes." Mayumi quickly formed hand seals with one hand, and her pupils suddenly shone with a bright red light.
Looking into her blood-red eyes, Fujita Taro's gaze became unfocused, entering a meaningless state like a piece of wood.

"Tell me... baby, what's your safe deposit box combination?" Mayumi's voice was like a voice from another world
. Fujita Taro's brain was invaded by her pupil technique, and his mouth involuntarily answered her question.

"To open the safe deposit box, I need... my pupils... to focus... and a numerical combination. The combination is my
birthday . xxxxxxxx, then 36e2426, that's the size of the woman I like, plus 30s
, that's the size I'm... proud of..."

"Pfft..." Mayumi almost foamed at the mouth and her eyes rolled back. If she weren't trying to concentrate, she really wanted to grab
him and ask him why he set such a lewd password. After asking, Mayumi smiled contemptuously,
then tore the sheets off the bed, tightly bound his limbs, stuffed her thong
into his mouth, and then broke his illusion.

"Ugh...ugh..." Fujita Taro woke up to find himself bound and could only
writhe like a sardine. Mayumi climbed to his side again, straddled his waist, her long, silk-clad legs clamping him tightly
, making his head face her, and then smiled at him with a seductive charm. If she had smiled at him during their time exercising in
bed 　　 , he would have been incredibly aroused. But now, no matter how she smiled at him, it felt eerie.

"Baby, don't move. It might hurt a little, but there's nothing I can do. If you die, your
pupils will dilate, and you won't be able to unlock the safe anymore. I guess you'll have to suffer a bit. Hehehe..."

"Waaaa... Waaaa... Waaaa..." It turned out that Mayumi had stuck her slender, jade-like fingers into his eyes, and then
used two fingers to pull his eyeballs out by the roots. Afterward, she quickly jumped off the bed, walked to
the recessed wardrobe on the wall, opened the hidden compartment, and revealed the true face of the safe. Then, she activated the visual recognition system
, pointing her eyes towards the infrared sensor. A beam of infrared light shone on her eyes, and
the display above the safe immediately showed "Passed." A keyboard then extended from the top of the safe. Mayumi
quickly entered her ridiculous password. With a soft "bang," the safe opened. Mayumi
took out a box, opened it, and revealed a chip.

"Bingo, that's it! Hehehe..." Mayumi was suddenly as cheerful as a little girl
, completely unlike the cold-blooded assassin she was supposed to be.

"Hey...hey...Sauchiko, have you finished the mission? If you have, hurry up and leave. I'm disabling all the security systems at
the villa ." A slightly wild and strangely pleasant female voice
came from Mayumi's invisible earpiece receiver.

"I know, just found it...but I still have some things to take care of, I'll be quick." She glanced at
Fujita Taro wriggling on the bed and answered the female voice through the earpiece with a smile.

"Then hurry up, after all, we have quite a few enemies...I'm afraid we'll attract the attention of the base, hurry up, don't linger
too long."

"Hmm..."

"Just in case, I should put on my gear first, to avoid trouble later." Mayumi muttered to herself, then
extended the middle finger of her right hand, a black sapphire ring on her fair middle finger. With her other hand, she gently twisted the black gemstone on the ring
, and black energy shot into the sky, enveloping her entire body. A few seconds later, the black energy
dissipated, revealing Mayumi's true form. Her previously naked body was now covered by a gray-black
bodysuit that was neither leather nor cloth. Even her slender hands and four-inch high pointed shoes were attached to the bodysuit. The tight
clothing revealed her D+ size breasts and the outline of her vulva without reservation. A
long gray-black cloak hung loosely around her neck, clearly indicating that this was a modern, high-tech ninja outfit.

"Thump...thump..." The high heels made a dull thud on the thick carpet. To
Fujita Taro, it was a death knell. His one eye was agape, his face smeared with blood as he struggled in vain.

"Hehehe... Stop struggling. Your bodyguard outside thinks we're making love right now. Oh...
Ugh, why do my desires become so uncontrollable every time I put on this battle suit... Oh oh..."

Fujita Taro's one eye was blurred by the blood flowing from its socket, but he could still vaguely see Mayumi's
vulva leaking copious amounts of love juice through the sexy ninja suit as she moved. Normally, upon seeing such a sensual
scene , he would have pounced on her and ravaged this slut. But not now; this was a deadly
witch.

"You know what? You're really strong, really great, but the bigger your little brother is, the faster you'll die. You
shouldn't make me orgasm, because once I orgasm, I can't control myself, and I just suck him dry until he's completely
drained of his essence. Hehehe... Do you know how much willpower I had to stop sucking him just now? Tell me, how are you going to
make it up to me?" Mayumi, lying beside him, had a spring-like smile on her tender face. One hand gently
caressed Fujita Taro's withered chest, while the other hand rubbed his still hard as iron. Fujita Taro
was filled with hatred. He never imagined that his proudly large penis would become his death warrant.
Where ? "Having a big penis is a crime." His body had become extremely weak due to being absorbed and injured
, but his genitals had become even larger.

"Hmm...it's really big, I can't waste it. Use your last days to satisfy me properly, and I
'll send you from bliss to hell, hehehe..." After saying that, without looking at Fujita Taro's pleading eyes, she stepped over
his body with her back to him, then used her hands to support herself on the mattress, supporting her entire body in the air, like
a gymnast in a straight split. She lowered her head, opened her sexy red lips and bit the glans, then
slowly lowered her body, her lips slowly sucking the entire penis into her mouth as she descended
.

From Fujita Taro's perspective, he saw Mayumi's long, slender legs, her ample buttocks and terrifying
vulva slowly approaching his face in a split. Warm, fragrant fluid dripped from her thirsty vulva, wetting his
filthy face. He watched in horror as her ample buttocks drew closer, then completely covered his head. After being fully
pressed down , Mayumi pulled her legs back, clamping them tightly around his head, rubbing her full breasts against his lower abdomen. She
slowly turned her head, the tender flesh of her throat undulating, her tongue transforming into a nimble little snake, coiling around his shaft,
then rapidly swallowing and spitting.

Fujita Taro's nostrils were pressed against her entire lower body, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe. He could only inhale by opening his mouth wide, but
as soon as he opened his mouth wide, the lustful fluids from her vagina kept pouring into his throat, making him extremely uncomfortable. He
had no choice but to move his head around, which made Mayumi feel even more pleasure from the friction.

"Ugh...ugh...so good, you bad man...ah...don't move, I love your big cock so much, um, I
'll squeeze you to death...squeeze you to death..." As she spoke, she used her powerful thighs and buttocks to forcefully squeeze Fujita Taro's head
.

Fujita Taro writhed even more violently, feeling his head being
squeezed painfully by the steel-like legs and buttocks around him, as if the air around him was being sucked out, and it showed no sign of stopping, continuing to
slowly contract. He had to open his mouth even wider, but he only swallowed more of the vaginal fluid. Meanwhile, his lower body was being attacked by Mayumi's superb
oral skills 　　 , causing an unbearable numbness and itching.

"Tsk tsk... tsk..." As Mayumi increased the force of her grip, her lips were
rapidly sucking on his penis at several times the speed of a normal person, and the suction deep in her throat was constantly increasing. She could feel
the man beneath her beginning to convulse, a phenomenon known as a final burst of energy before death.

Fujita Taro felt as if there was no air left around him, and his brain began to malfunction. If it weren't for
his thick nerves reacting to the intense pain and pleasure in his brain, he would have already passed out. His legs and buttocks tightened more and more, and the powerful clamping force
distorted his face, causing his facial bones to crack and sink. Meanwhile, his vital energy and blood essence continued to converge in his lower body,
causing his abdomen to swell. The pain made him writhe and throb. Mayumi watched his movements with amusement, not stopping him, but instead accelerating
the absorption 　　 .

"Crack... crackle." His skull began to shatter, and the shadow of death drew ever closer. Fear had taken over
his brain, and at this moment, he began to lose control of his bladder. Then, in the last moment of his life, his stored vital energy and semen
gushed out into Mayumi's throat. Mayumi didn't find it dirty at all; she thought it was the most delicious
thing in the world. While sucking it, she reached another climax, her legs involuntarily pressing together.

"Smack." Fujita Taro's head finally shattered in her tight grip, his brains splattering onto the bed and her
body. Mayumi rubbed his scrotum vigorously with both hands, her mouth still sucking the semen that gushed out as he died...

"Pop." The penis, which had been as hard as a pillar, immediately began to
shrink , eventually turning into a peanut-sized worm. "So delicious, mmm..." While sucking on the semen, she
slowly stood up and walked off the bed to the window, opening the curtains slightly. Outside,
a violent 　　 , with lightning and thunder.

"Gulp... Time to go..." As she swallowed the last mouthful of blood, Mayumi was about to open the window to escape.

"Bang!" The door was forcefully flung open.

"Young master... we just received news that someone has sent an assassin to kill you, and the assassin might be
the woman beside you... Quick..." Before he could finish, he froze, just like the two bodyguards behind him, staring at
the scene before him.

The young master's head on the bed had become a mangled mess, his features indistinguishable, his body lying on the bed like a sheet
. And at the window, the woman, dressed in a sexy ninja outfit and covered in blood, stood with her arms crossed, watching them with a mocking smile
.

"Tsk tsk... What a cliché plot. Is it always the extras who come out to clean up after the main character finishes their business?
Fine, let me stretch my legs a bit more."

"Who are you...?" This time, the three bodyguards knew the situation was serious. The master wouldn't
let them off the hook after the young master's death. Only by capturing the assassin and getting her to reveal the mastermind could they save their lives. Being
elite , they quickly adjusted their mindset. The three surrounded Mayumi in a triangular formation, swiftly drawing pistols from their waists,
loading them, and aiming with fluid movements.

"Interesting..." Without warning, Mayumi lunged at the leftmost bodyguard.
Two kunai appeared in her hands, their blue glowing with a terrifying light—clearly poisoned.

"Bang bang bang... bang bang bang..." As Mayumi fired, all three bodyguards opened fire.
Mayumi dodged quickly, bullets whizzing past her. She felt
the air around her become scorching hot. Just as she was about to throw her kunai at her enemies, a bullet struck her shoulder
, the kinetic energy propelling her towards the window.

"Oh no, this witch is trying to escape!" The middle bodyguard was the first to follow, and the bodyguards on both sides moved to surround her, trying to
stop her before she crashed into the window. But strangely, Mayumi didn't crash into the window. Instead, just before reaching the window, she
braced herself against the top of the wall, using the momentum to turn and charge back at the three men.

"Ninja Art, Rain of Arrows!" As the hand seals were formed, the cloak unfurled like a flag, firing
over a hundred kunai from within. Some even collided in mid-air before accelerating, their directions unpredictable.

"Ahhh...dudu..." These were the sounds of flesh being pierced and the final screams. The bodyguard at the front was the unluckiest
, with over fifty kunai embedded in his body. Not to mention fifty, even one would have been enough to kill him. The poisoned kunai
killed him instantly. The bodyguards on either side, being a couple of steps slower, still had time. The instant the cloak
opened rushed towards the bodyguard in the middle, inadvertently using him as a shield.

One bodyguard, narrowly escaping, looked up to raise his gun in retaliation, only to hear a sharp whooshing sound overhead. A
beautiful leg clad in a high heel slammed down towards his neck. He instinctively dodged, the heel narrowly missing him by a centimeter.
Just as he was feeling relieved, the heel suddenly extended by five centimeters, piercing his neck at an unexpected angle,
and then slashing. He felt his... He was thrown into the air—no, his head—and saw his body fall
to the ground. The witch touched the ground with her feet and attacked the last bodyguard, then her consciousness left him. He
muttered 　　 , "So high..."

The last bodyguard felt his heart tremble with fear. He no longer cared about his composure and rolled over like a lazy donkey, trying to escape this hell on earth
as quickly as possible . But he felt a jolt in his waist, and with a "bang," he crashed into the wall
and fell to the side.

"Plop...plop..." Mayumi walked past the bodyguard with cat-like steps. "How annoying,
why do you seem to get more and more horny after putting on this outfit? Oh well, let me show you what bliss is... hehehe...
" As she spoke, she grabbed the bodyguard's neck with her left hand, lifting the over 1.85-meter-tall man high against the wall, then
tore open his trousers with her right hand, revealing his worm-like penis.

"Tsk tsk, you're so naughty, I'll wake you up." Mayumi leaned out, biting his
glans with her sexy red lips, then licking the shaft with her skillful tongue. The penis involuntarily swelled after being stimulated. After
cleaning it, she swallowed his over seven-inch penis into her mouth, then quickly performed oral sex on it
while increasing the pressure on his neck with her left hand.

"Ugh..." The bodyguard felt his breathing becoming increasingly difficult under the iron-like grip of the fist.
His semen was rapidly converging downwards. His face was flushed, and his legs kicked wildly in the air. Mayumi felt
as if she were being massaged by his kicks. She felt increasingly thirsty, her eyes bloodshot. She swallowed and
vomited rapidly, oblivious to everything else. Finally, the bodyguard, overcome with fear, lost control of his bladder, urinating and
releasing a mixture of urine and semen from his scrotum.

"Glug...glug..." Mayumi, undeterred by the filth, greedily sucked away, her left hand unconsciously tightening
its grip. After about three minutes, a "crack" sounded, and the bodyguard's old head
fell . He too followed his companion into hell. Mayumi reluctantly
discarded the bodyguard's withered body only after absorbing the last drop of his essence.

"Hoo...hehe...how naive. Did you think this small-caliber police pistol, slightly better than a wolfhound,
could penetrate my ninja uniform? Heh, a large-caliber one would be more likely. Hmm, I should leave now, otherwise
things will change if I stay too long."

Just as Mayumi was about to leave, a burst of gunfire came through her earpiece.

"Hey...Elisa, what happened? Hey..."

"I don't know... There are too many of them, I can't hold on much longer... Oh no... It's the base...
Mayumi, run..."

"Elisa, you go first. Cover me and get out of here immediately. Cut off our signal, then
meet me at our usual spot. I'll use the passage we set up beforehand. Hurry."

"Okay, be careful..."

A loud bang was heard. Mayumi threw away her communication earpiece, then put the wooden box containing the chip
into the storage compartment of her cloak. She then opened the door, intending to sneak out through the back door of the villa, but at that moment,
the sound of gunfire erupted from the villa. It was clear that the base's people and the villa's guards were exchanging fire, and the base's
only was herself and Elisa.

The gunfire grew closer, now within fifty meters of the villa. It seemed the guards were overwhelmed by the enemy's firepower
. Leaving through the back door was no longer an option. Without hesitation, Mayumi quickly ran up the stairs to
the villa 's rooftop, killing two inconvenient guards along the way. Standing on the roof, the torrential rain and wind outside
washed her ninja outfit clean. Without pausing, she found a pre-prepared thread in the dim light
. The thread was of excellent quality, easily supporting the weight of three people. It connected to the bottom of the valley
, a secret passage leading to the city. She and Elisa had searched for this passage for over a month
; it was their last chance to survive.

She took out the lock, fastened it to the thread, and then slid down the rooftop wall.

"Hehehe... Goodbye... Hmm?" At that moment, she felt a chill run down her spine; it was an extremely dangerous aura
. A red ribbon had somehow appeared, tracing the outline of her head. Her hair stood on end like a ferocious beast.

"Bang!" A faint gunshot rang out—the sound of a large-caliber sniper rifle, about a kilometer away
. The bullet, carrying immense kinetic energy, pierced through the rain and flew towards her head. Mayumi tensed completely,
making an incredible move while sliding. She flipped and narrowly avoided the bullet, then grabbed the lock and continued
sliding forward. Seriously, that was over 500 meters high; a fall there would be fatal, even for a god. The sniper on the other side
was probably getting impatient, firing bullets relentlessly to prevent her escape. However, Mayumi was no pushover;
she accurately judged and dodged each shot. Just as she dodged another oncoming bullet and
thought she was almost safe, gunfire erupted from another direction.

"Ah..." The bullet struck her shoulder. The powerful kinetic energy of the sniper bullet pierced her tight-fitting ninja suit
, the spinning energy ultimately penetrating it completely until it lodged in her bone. Although it didn't go right through, the
immense kinetic energy was no joke. Mayumi's vision went black, and with a scream, she plummeted towards the bottom of the valley
like .

*** *** ***The Legendary Dividing Line*** *** ***

On the bustling streets of Jingdong at night, despite the heavy rain, it couldn't stop
the nightlife . Sexy, scantily clad women frequently passed by, accompanied by thugs flirting with passersby. On
a street stall, an unremarkable young man walked listlessly, soaked to the
bone 　　 .

"Sigh... I got fired again. How many times is this? Sigh..." he sighed,
glancing at the beautiful women on the street. But what chance did a woman of his utterly worthless and unemployed nature have of being interested in him
?

"Thinking back, I should have just gone for the landlady who was going through menopause. Even though she was a bit old, at least
I could live off her and have a fancy house and a foreign dog. It was better than not knowing if I could even pay the rent every month and eating that awful instant noodles every day
. Ugh, who am I, Fukada Kazutoyo? My parents gave me life, how could I do such a shameful thing? Ah...
God, I want money... I want women... I want a car... I want... Ugh..."

"You brat, if you keep making noise, it won't be foot-washing water anymore, it'll be my excrement. *Smack*" The old woman upstairs
slammed the window shut.

"Bad luck... but it's alright, I'll keep trying to find a job tomorrow."

"Sir... please... help me..."

"Hmm? Where is she?" Ichitoyo was walking down a small alley on his way home when he saw a
woman wearing a loose white t-shirt, shorts, and barefoot. She looked disheveled; the rain had disheveled her hair, her
face was extremely pale, and she had many bloodstains on her body. Despite this, her beautiful figure still made it clear
that she was a beauty. Ichitoyo, who had a decent sense of justice, saw this and reached out to help her without saying a word.

"Miss...are you alright?"

"Thank...thank you, save me..." With that, the woman's head slumped, and she collapsed unconscious into Yi Feng's arms...

{To be continued}

Chapter Two: Dark Past, Moonlit Night Beast

"Ah...you...who are you? Tell me, or I'll strangle you!"

"Waaah...waaah."

You might not understand now, but the scene was a pale-faced, black-haired young woman sitting on the bed, stretching...
With one hand, she gripped the neck of an unremarkable young man tightly, the force nearly suffocating him.

"Are you... going to talk or not?"

The woman's beautiful yet weary face held a fierce edge. She desperately wanted to know why she was in a strange
room with a strange man beside her. Her long-cultivated sense of danger made her highly alert, even in her
severe injuries .

"Ugh..."

The man, his face contorted, laboriously pointed at the woman, then at his own choked neck. His movements
were incredibly cautious; he knew that if this beautiful woman discovered he posed no threat, she would
end his life without hesitation.

"Cough cough...cough...you're strangling me...cough...why? I saved you and you're going to kill me? Is there no
justice in this world...cough."

The man squatted down and coughed desperately.

"It's you? Then really...I'm sorry."

As the woman loosened the tight band, she also put down the fruit knife she had just taken from the side and held to the man's chest,
and smiled apologetically.

"She's really beautiful, much prettier than a movie star. But why is she so badly injured? And look how quickly the bloodstains on her
body have healed. The deep wounds have already closed up, and the shallow wounds have scabbed over and become very faint."

The man was filled with questions.

"Sir...who are you? Why am I at your house? What time is it? Where are my belongings
...?"

The woman asked urgently, her cool little hands tightly gripping the man's arm. Feeling her soft
, fragrant touch, the man was momentarily overwhelmed, completely forgetting the hands that had almost killed him.

"Ahem, Miss, please don't be agitated. I'll tell you slowly. You're not feeling well yet, so lie down. I'll get you
a glass of water ; your fever hasn't gone down."

"Okay, thank you."

A rare hint of tenderness appeared on the woman's usually icy face.

After handing her the water, the man sat on a chair by the bed and began to recount what had happened.

"My name is Kazutoyo Fukada, and I'm the tenant of this house. Last night, I found
you injured in the alleyway on my way home. I wanted to take you to the hospital, but they said you were seriously injured and needed to be registered.
Also, I couldn't find your ID card on you. And most importantly... cough cough... cough cough...
sorry , I'm short on cash lately, I don't have much money on me... Damn it, hospitals aren't for saving lives..." "Are they the ones who treat the wounded? Everyone says
they're angels in white, but when it comes to not having money, they're more fickle than the people of the Dragon Kingdom. They couldn't wait to get rid of me
, so I had no choice but to get some fever reducers and wound medicine from a nearby clinic. Sigh,
it really is true that a penny can stump a hero. You've been unconscious for a day and a night. Oh, by the way, your clothes are all in the closet
, and there's a black gemstone ring in there. I didn't take it." "

Hehe... what kind of hero are you? But thank you anyway... cough cough. My name is Mayumi." Mayumi

's pale face blossomed into a beautiful smile, leaving Fukada stunned.

"No... no need to thank me. Although I don't know what happened to you, just stay here and recover. I
'll go look for a job tomorrow morning."

"Okay..."

After saying that, Fukada and Mayumi fell silent.

It turned out that she had been unconscious for a day. She remembered being shot by a sniper and falling into a deep valley last night, but a big tree stopped her
fall . Otherwise, even her modified body would have fallen apart. Although she had survived, she had suffered severe internal injuries,
and the bullet was still lodged in her body. But it didn't matter; her body would slowly digest it and expel it.

Afterwards, to escape the base's pursuit, before entering the city,
I took the clothes that were drying outside a farmhouse in its courtyard, then removed the human skin mask from my face (a killer wouldn't show their true face, would they?
). Then, dragging my wounded body, I hid like a frightened deer. Luckily, I met this kind-
hearted man; otherwise, given my physical condition at the time, even a child could have killed me.

I wonder how Alyssa is doing. I hope she's alright...

"Breaking news! Late last night, a large-scale
gunfight Both sides engaged in fierce fighting, leaving the scene in ruins. It is estimated that police and military personnel were present at the scene afterward.
At least 500 rounds of ammunition were fired, and there were also signs of heavy weapons use. According to statistics, 21
bodies were recovered from the scene, all male, mostly from gunshot wounds. DNA comparison has confirmed that one
charred body is that of Japanese businessman Taro Fujita, the successor to Nikkei Technology. No living remains were found at the scene." "Also, according to
the police , the incident may involve the activities of a transnational terrorist organization, but the police are making every effort to apprehend the remaining members of the organization
. Citizens are asked not to panic, and it is believed that the case will be solved soon. The police are also offering a $500,000 reward for information leading to the arrest of any
informants. This is my special correspondent, Emiko. That concludes my report. I will report any updates as
they Thank you..."

The sound of a television breaking the silence between the two parties came from the small living room outside. Fukada looked at the pensive
Mayumi and kept waving his index finger in front of her face.

"Hehe... What are you doing?"

"Nothing... nothing. I saw you were thinking so intently. You're so weak right now, you should rest
. I'll go cook some porridge for you."

After saying this, Fukada left the room and went to the kitchen to cook porridge.

Seeing Fukada's nonchalant expression regarding the news on TV, she knew Fukada hadn't
connected her to what happened last night.

Listening to Fukada cheerfully humming an unpleasant song while cooking porridge in the kitchen, a touch of
emotion . She felt tired too; after all, she was in poor health and had a high fever, so she drifted off to sleep again
. ...

When Fukada brought the cooked porridge into the room, she saw Mayumi already asleep. She was sleeping soundly, but
why did her expression look so panicked? It was as if she was having some kind of nightmare; her head was covered in sweat.
So Fukada gently wiped her flawless white face with a clean towel.

Then she sat in a chair, leaned over the bed, and began to doze off.

................................................................

On an unnamed island in the Pacific Ocean, a group of little girls, numbering
no less than Armed guards stood around the square, and patrol
helicopters flew overhead from time to time, creating a tense atmosphere.

The girls ranged in age from five to eight, all
collected from orphanages around the world through various means. They were all healthy, pretty orphans, and even their still-developing
features suggested they would grow up to be stunning beauties.

Two little girls, one with black hair and the other with blonde hair, were chatting away.
Although they came from different countries and spoke different languages, they had arrived on
the deserted island on the same ship and were imprisoned in the same cell. Both were also quite young, so they frequently
used sign language to communicate, finding great enjoyment in each other's company.

At that moment, a tall man walked up the platform in the square. He wore a blue and white SEAL-style combat uniform
, large black military boots, and a red military cap. Large sunglasses
completely . He stood in the center of the platform, holding two blood-stained spheres in his hands.

"Quiet down..."

The girls in the square stopped lingering when they saw this man, wanting to hear what he had to say.

"My name is Mike. From today onwards, you can also call me Instructor. I am your head instructor. From
today onwards, I will teach you all the techniques of killing. Yes, you heard me right, killing people, killing others, and even
killing those around you. If you're capable enough, you can even kill me. Do you understand?"

Mike's loud sermon threw the girls into chaos.

After all, they were just a few years old, some of them had never even touched a knife. One girl started crying, then two more,
and a whole group of them began to cry.

"I want to go back, I want to go back..."

"Let us go, I want to go back to the headmaster... Let us go... Waaah..."

"Wow..."

Looking at the chaotic scene of children in front of him, the cold-faced Mike sneered. He held up two bloody
spheres . The spheres were covered by long black hair. A sea breeze blew by, and the hair spread out,
revealing the true face inside: the heads of two dead children with their eyes wide open.

The children in the field fell silent for a moment.

"See these two? They were the ones who tried to escape yesterday, but we caught them and executed them on the spot. I can tell you
honestly , this place is surrounded by the sea and infrared detectors. Even if you manage to avoid them,
you can't escape without a boat. Don't even think about running away. Understand?"

At this moment, Mike became as terrifying as a demon in the girls' eyes. They dared not resist anymore,
including the two girls with black and blonde hair in the middle of the room. They hugged each other tightly and cried silently.

In a luxurious office on the island, a middle-aged man in a black suit sat in a large executive chair,
his legs propped up on the desk. He puffed on a cigar, watching with interest the surveillance screen displaying the scene in the square,
occasionally letting out satisfied smacking sounds. Behind him, two alluring women dressed as secretaries
massaged him on either side, occasionally feeding him fruit.

"Knock...knock,"

a knock sounded at the door.

"Come in..."

the middle-aged man commanded.

"Pfft...pfft..."

A beautiful red-haired woman walked in, wearing five-inch pointed black high heels. She was wearing a short suit jacket,
only buttoned at the top, which couldn't fully conceal her ample bosom. Underneath, she wore a thin, sheer white tank top
without a bra. Her lower body was covered by a short skirt that partially concealed her ample hips, with slits on both sides reaching her upper thighs,
revealing her long, slender legs clad in suspender stockings. She approached the executive desk with a serious expression.

"General, what brings you here?"

The red-haired beauty's sexy red lips parted, her voice as melodious as a nightingale's song.

"Hmm, you two can leave now."

She waved to her two secretaries beside her.

"Yes..."

The two secretaries reluctantly left the room. "Ilya, I'm very satisfied with the orphans you found.
I believe you will complete the subsequent tasks excellently."

"Thank you for your praise, General. We will work hard to nurture them."

"Hmm, how is Dr. Yad's research project progressing? That's our organization's top secret
. Besides you, only two or three people in our upper echelons know about it. If it succeeds, our organization can be said to
have control over the fate of humanity, and becoming our own country in the world is not a dream. You must keep a close eye on it for me."

"Yes, General."

"By the way, let Mike teach them how to kill and survive first. After eliminating a group, you
will teach them seductive arts. A few years later, after Dr. Yad's project succeeds, we will begin to modify the remaining
winners ."

At this moment, the general's tiger eyes shot out a captivating light, making Ilya dare not look directly at him.

"Yes."

"Hehehe... Don't be nervous. Before teaching them, you should serve me well. You are my
darling ."

"Hmm, the general is so bad. Ilya's heart was pounding. You have to make it up to me."

After saying that, Ilya walked to the general with sexy cat steps, put down the general's legs, and then
unzipped his pants. A huge, ferocious rod stood in front of her.

"General, your little brother is amazing, I've been longing for it for so long...hehehe..."

"You little vixen, you're so thirsty after just a few days without it, so let's get started."

Ilya straddled the General, lifting up her short suit skirt to reveal her C-shaped
panties, which were soaked through, with slippery, lustful fluid constantly flowing from both sides.

She reached out her slender hands and pulled down the C-shaped panties, exposing her hairless vulva to the air. Her butterfly-shaped
pink labia were overflowing with lustful fluid, which dripped directly onto the huge glans, making it shiny.

Without foreplay, and needing no foreplay, Ilya, with a captivating smile, steadily and
completely into her vagina. In an instant, the office was filled with the sensual atmosphere and the sounds of lustful moans...

Over the next few months, Michael divided the thousand girls into more than ten groups, and then, along with a group of instructors,
continuously taught them killing techniques, survival skills, and grueling physical training. Every day, some
died others tried to escape, but all were caught and executed or mauled to death by the surrounding hunting dogs.
Their heads were then displayed on the flagpole in the square as a warning.

And that wasn't all; periodically, members of each group were forced to kill each other. The conditions were simple: give them a knife,
two days' worth of food, and then throw them onto another uninhabited island to survive on their own.

You could hunt for food? Sorry, no, there were no living creatures on the island.

So they could only watch each other's food supplies, day and night,
tearing each other apart with ruthless methods until they were full. But when they slept at night, they would only open one eye and close the other, afraid that
if they fell asleep, their so-called companions would kill them. On this island, there was no kinship, no humanity, only the most primal animalistic instincts
.

Initially, many girls showed adverse reactions to killing, but as they continued, their eyes grew
colder and colder, killing as easily as killing chickens.

The black-haired girl and the blonde girl were different; for some reason, they were so close, like
sisters . Although they couldn't understand each other's language, they had a perfect understanding, always managing to bring back enough food,
much to the approval of the instructors watching from the shadows.

A week later, Mike released them. The dead were thrown into the sea to feed the sharks, while
those released were chillingly cold, their humanity gradually fading away.

Less than half of the girls survived the year-long training. During their murder training, they
were also taught new knowledge from time to time, including eight commonly used languages. After learning other languages, the black-haired girl
and the blonde girl were finally able to communicate normally. It turned out that the black-haired girl was named Mayumi, from the Land of the Sun, while the blonde
girl was named Elisa, from the romantic land of Pharaoh. The two not only competed but also studied together, and
a rare friendship existed in this cold hell.

So they lived on this nameless island for six years. Mayumi and Elisa were both twelve or thirteen years old, their bodies
just beginning to mature. Of the girls who had originally come to the island, fewer than three hundred remained, a testament to the cruelty of hell.

At this time, Mike was no longer their instructor, but a seductive woman who called herself "Ilya."

She was a woman with a cold exterior and a cruel heart. Her first order was to forcibly
deflower the remaining girls, and each girl was raped and gang-raped by no fewer than ten strong men. Although they had hardened
their nerves , they were still virgins, their bodies not yet fully developed. During the day and night of
gang rape, many girls died from vaginal and anal bleeding or committed suicide because they couldn't endure it. Even those who survived were either near death
or driven mad. The insane were disposed of as trash, while those still breathing were quickly sent to the hospital
. Miraculously, after treatment with the base's vast quantities of precious remedies and medical equipment, they recovered within a day.
Then they were sent to a secret room and raped again, followed by further treatment. This continued for
six months in this dark existence, until only one hundred girls remained. They were no longer unfamiliar with or
resistant ; they even began to enjoy the pleasure of being raped.

The rest were elites. It was then that Ilya began to teach them their true skills, from
makeup and clothing to seduction techniques, etiquette, and sexual techniques—nothing was left untaught. She didn't
teach them how to survive in society, but only how to use every part of their bodies to kill.

Furthermore, the central base sent a large number of ninja instructors to teach them the legendary ninjutsu (I
won't ). After five years of training, they had become
ruthless killing machines. However, the base had even higher expectations for them, so they used Dr. Yad's new research
results, which could develop the human right brain to over 80% or even 100%, making the body's
functions incredibly powerful and causing changes in the body structure. No one knew
how it would work on these elite women. Previously, it had been used on ordinary adults, but because they lacked strong physiques or
thick nerves, most of them died from blood loss, or at best, became insane.

Mayumi and Elisa are both eighteen years old now. During their dark eleven years living on this deserted island,
they not only learned countless murder techniques but also grew into beautiful young women. They are very close friends
; without their mutual support, they might have been eliminated in the first stage.

Their grades are outstanding. Here, all the women no longer have names, only numbers.
Mayumi is number 2, and Elisa is number 8.

One day, Mayumi, Elisa, and other women were notified to enter the base's mysterious
laboratory for formal body modification. They were injected with an unknown liquid, then had numerous
IV needles inserted into their bodies, and finally, with a head measuring device attached, they were placed in a glass dome filled with solution. Everything
seemed to go so smoothly, and the base's upper management and researchers were closely monitoring the changes in these one hundred women.

An hour later, just when they thought they were close to success, one of the women's bodies swelled up and
she vomited blood. It seemed she couldn't withstand the drug's effects; she twitched a few times and died. At this time, the other women in the glass
enclosures began to show similar symptoms, some even going insane. In the end, after six hours of
modification, fewer than fifty women succeeded, less than a 50% success rate.

These dozens of women were essentially rendered mindless, mechanically obeying commands.
Only a few retained their own thoughts; Mayumi and Elisa were among them.

They were then separated to test the results of the modifications.

The results showed that they had experienced astonishing growth in both physical reflexes and strength, and they could also learn
and improve on their own. Mayumi's ability to increase her strength by absorbing blood essence at the beginning of the story is one of their abilities. Their
uteruses and stomachs can absorb and digest the blood essence of ordinary men, but the price is that the uterus is no longer
a place for nurturing life, but a killing machine for killing and replenishing strength.

Although they are not as powerful as Superman with his underwear inside out,
they are still . Therefore, they sent out a large number of these female cyborgs to receive missions around the world.
The feedback that followed confirmed this, but it also attracted the attention of various countries.

Neither the higher-ups nor Dr. Yad could understand why some of them could maintain their own thoughts. After a meeting, they decided
to select one of them for analysis. Although this might result in the death of the test subjects, without analysis, it
would be difficult to mass-produce these terrifying combat superhumans.

They chose Elisa. Mayumi couldn't imagine the despair in Elisa's eyes when they parted,
so she decided to rescue her only friend that very night.

After killing about ten guards and infiltrating the laboratory, Dr. Yad and his assistant were preparing to dissect the
bound Elisa.

Suddenly, explosions and the roar of airplanes came from outside. She knew the base was under attack, and
judging by the intensity of the attack, the base was completely defenseless.

So without hesitation, he untied Elisa, then kidnapped Dr. Yard and his assistant, and left the base
. Through Dr. Yard, they learned of a secret passage. After killing the guards who tried to stop them,
the four boarded a submersible and began their escape.

Everything seemed to be going so smoothly when a missile that had detached from its target exploded over their waters.
The powerful shockwave knocked all four people in the submersible unconscious...

"Hmph... Heh heh..."

Mayumi woke up from the nightmare, her whole body covered in cold sweat. The dark past
still haunted her, and the year of hiding and running had left her mentally broken like a bowstring about to snap.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded beside her. Without thinking, she clasped her hands together like knives and swung them towards the source of the noise.

"Ah, it's me..."

Upon hearing the voice, her knife stopped a centimeter away from the person's heart.

"Hey, don't give me such a big scare every time, okay? My heart is small, and you'll scare me to death."

"Hmph... Who told you to stay silent? Next time, don't approach silently, understand?"

Mayumi said coldly to Fukada beside her.

"I don't know if I owe you anything. I saved you and you didn't even say thank you. I
took care . Hmph, no good deed goes unpunished."

Fukada roared angrily at Mayumi.

"R-really? I'm...I'm sorry. I really didn't know...Ah, I was unconscious for three days?"

Mayumi stared at Fukada in disbelief.

"Hmph..."

Fukada ignored her, clearly a little angry.

At this moment, Mayumi finally got a good look at our male protagonist. Fukada was the kind of person
who was average-looking, the kind you'd easily lose in a crowd, but his eyes were bright, giving him a sincere
feeling. He wasn't very tall, about 1.75 meters, but thankfully he was quite athletic, the kind of person you'd find
in .

Mayumi's bright eyes darted around, a mischievous look appearing on her face.

She quietly stood up and leaned against him, her slender hands grasping Fukada's arm and gently shaking it.
She pouted like a little girl, occasionally blowing her fragrance into his ear, and rubbing her breasts, clad only in a loose t-shirt, against his arm through his
clothes .

"Don't be angry, I'm sorry. I didn't know I was unconscious for so long, and my mind wasn't very clear,
so I spoke to you so harshly. Please forgive me, okay?"

Mayumi's expression was incredibly pitiful.

"Hmm...."

Feeling the touch of her delicate little hands and the way her ample breasts rubbed against his arm through his clothes, along with her girlish coquettishness, the otaku-like Fukada
couldn't resist this alluring display. His manhood immediately sprang into action. Actually, he wasn't angry at all
; after all, he was a man. All his pent-up anger vanished when Mayumi apologized.

Mayumi accidentally glanced at Fukada's crotch and was surprised to see how high his erection was.
With her extensive experience, she knew no secrets about a man's body, and the gentle friction
made her already weakened body very sensitive. Her thirsty lower body was constantly leaking sweet, lustful fluids, which only fueled her desire
to tease him .

"Hey... I really thank you for saving me and taking care of me day and night, hehe. I don't have anything to repay
you with, so how about I serve you once as a reward? Hehe."

She playfully stroked his tent with her slender hand, seemingly unintentionally.

Of course he wanted to! The woman behind him was practically his goddess, but ideals are often
far from reality.

He desperately wanted to, but his body's discomfort betrayed his thoughts. For Fukada, who had never experienced anything between men and women,
Mayumi was far too bold, something he couldn't accept at first. He was like a frightened bird.

He

suddenly shook off Mayumi and ran out of the bedroom at a speed comparable to Bogut's 9.79 seconds.

"I...I'm hungry, I'll go make something to eat...What...what do you want to eat?"

His voice rang out as he was already outside the living room, stammering.

"Hahaha... Coward, hmph, I want your noodles, and two fried eggs too. Hurry up, I'm
hungry too. By the way, my name is Mayumi, what's yours?"

"I... I'm Kazutoyo Fukada, I... I know."

After saying that, Fukada went to make noodles, humming a terribly funny song.

"Hehe, this person is really nice, just a little cowardly. Sigh, I forgot something."

Mayumi said softly, then turned on Fukada's personal computer in the bedroom. She wanted to check her
Swiss bank account on the website.

When she turned on the computer, several websites about the M-system popped up on her browser, including the M-system resource aggregation that we are most
familiar with .

Judging from his reply, he was actually a fan of two people named "Rabbit" and "W," and he seemed
to despise , saying he always wrote those kinds of lewd articles about bullying the weak.

He was destined to be drained dry by this pervert...

"Hehe, I didn't expect him to like this kind of thing, but I like it."

Mayumi's mischievous smile reappeared.

She didn't pay any more attention, but instead opened a new window, entered UBS's website address, logged in, and entered her password.

"Fuck..."

This time, Mayumi couldn't laugh anymore; only deep frustration remained.

Because his account was frozen.

That was the money she'd earned from taking on missions all year! She was still waiting for a rescue, and she couldn't believe how resourceful they were
; even with a changed identity, they were still watching her. What should she do? Mayumi quickly entered the money into a Japanese Yen account.

"Phew... thank goodness, everything's alright." There wasn't much

money in this account, only five million US dollars. It was a small portion of the money she'd saved from many missions,
deposited into this account. Even Elisa didn't know about it. She didn't know why she'd created this account, but touching
the jade pendant she carried close to her heart, her heart tightening involuntarily. It was the pendant the orphanage director had told her
she'd been wearing when they found her at the orphanage's gate; it was the only piece of evidence that could help her find her family.

She had never told anyone this secret, not even her best friend Elisa.

"It's ready, come and eat while it's hot!"

Fukada's voice rang out in the living room.

"Okay, I know."

Mayumi was really hungry. She quickly finished the noodles in front of her, and even ate Fukada's
portion Fukada didn't mind at all. He watched Mayumi
's unladylike eating with a smile, his bright eyes narrowed.

"I'm full... Thank you for cooking the noodles. Um, I need to go out and take care of something."

After saying that, she went back to her bedroom to retrieve her belongings, put on the clothes she had stolen that day, casually tied her hair
up, and walked out the door in her high heels.

"Will...will you come back?"

Fukada didn't know why he said that, but a strange feeling lingered in his heart. Perhaps
staying at his house for a few days had made him infatuated with this beautiful girl.

Mayumi, standing outside the door, turned to look at Fukada, a slight smile appearing on her face. "Yes."

"Come back soon. Oh, by the way, I found a job. I'll start tomorrow."

"Congratulations! I will. Goodbye."

.........................................................................

Wearing a human skin mask, Mayumi wandered aimlessly through the bustling streets of Tokyo at night.

She had just visited several of her residences, but upon approaching them, she encountered numerous suspicious individuals. Unable to
return, she went back to her secret meeting place with Elisa—a deserted cave in the mountains outside the suburbs.
There, she found her secret mark on the wall, indicating they would meet again in three days. Mayumi left the message and departed.

Mayumi pondered her situation and future plans, unknowingly finding herself in a
secluded , narrow alley.

"Hmm? Interesting... Heh... Perfect for replenishing my lost power. Hmph..."

Mayumi glanced back in a flustered manner before hurrying away.

Two unconventional, blond-haired young men, one tall and one short, followed her. Seeing
Mayumi's panicked state, the two men let out lewd, gleeful laughs.

"Hehe... Little girl, don't run so fast. You've been walking alone for so long, are you lonely because your
boyfriend dumped you? Come on, let us brothers comfort you. Hahaha..."

The two lecherous thieves, their lower bodies burning with desire, quickly followed the alluring figure ahead.

Seeing the two young men approaching, Mayumi became even more flustered. She quickened her pace, and
the two men behind her chased after her, as if toying with her. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't catch up, but they wouldn't let her
fall behind either. Finally, Mayumi stopped after entering an abandoned warehouse, and the two men behind her also stopped,
breathless .

"I...I didn't expect you to be such a runner. You...used to run...field games? Run,
why aren't you running anymore...I'll show you how good we are later."

"Hehehe...Is that so? I wonder if the two of you can satisfy me? Come on."

Mayumi turned around and stood still, her previous panicked expression gone. She tossed
her long hair , and her tone became incredibly flirtatious.

"Oh? I didn't expect this chick to be so horny. Oh, and you look down on us. Look how strong my body is."

After saying that, the two of them tore open their fancy short shirts, revealing their fairly muscular upper bodies. Then they patted their chests and lewdly said,
"Little chick, how about it? In a bit, I'll give you an orgasm."

"Tap tap tap..."

Mayumi smiled and swayed her slender waist as she walked between the two men. Then she reached out her delicate
hands and caressed their chests, teasing their dark nipples.

The two men felt extremely comfortable being touched. They couldn't believe how terrifying this woman was.
The stimulation of their lust shattered their reason. The tall man opened his smelly mouth, which reeked of smoke and alcohol, and kissed Mayumi
's sexy red lips fiercely.

Mayumi merely frowned slightly before engaging him in a French kiss.

The shorter man's large hands, however, climbed onto her ample breasts, roughly kneading and shaping them through her t-shirt and bra
.

Then, Mayumi's small hands left their chests, slowly stroking downwards until they reached their erections. Her slender,
white fingers deftly unzipped their pants, exposing their two throbbing penises to the air.

With a soft "pop," their lips parted, Mayumi licked her sexy red lips, her alluring eyes sweeping over them
before she spread her legs and squatted down.

She gripped the two penises tightly, feeling their heat and strong stench. For a moment, she
was lost in desire, unable to extricate herself. Her severely injured body had become extremely sensitive and hungry.
A large amount of vaginal fluid, neither musky nor orchid-scented, flowed from between her legs, soaking her denim shorts and dripping down her fair legs onto
the cement floor, even wetting her four-inch black pointed-toe heels.

"You little slut, looks like you really like our big dicks. Lick our stinky dicks clean first. Oh...
oh..."

Mayumi gave them a flirtatious wink, then pulled the two penises to her mouth, sticking out her bright red
tongue and greedily licking their glans and shafts.

Sometimes her tongue would lick the tip of his penis, sometimes it would push back the foreskin and lick the base of his penis, and sometimes she would put both penises into her mouth
at the same time suck
them hard. Her skill and suction, which surpassed that of a prostitute, made the two non-mainstream men tremble and moan with pleasure.

"Oh... this chick is a horny, unsatisfied bitch? No... she's even better than those bitches...
so good... so good it's killing me..."

The tall guy panted heavily, like a bellows.

"Yeah, this bitch is too... too good, she's making me cum like crazy... even
better ... oh."

The short guy, also caught up in sex, started rambling incoherently.

Hearing the short guy's words, Mayumi's hazy eyes flashed with a glint of light, which quickly disappeared.

But her tongue moved even more vigorously, and the suction in her mouth became stronger.

"Oh, oh..."

The two non-mainstream guys convulsed, their glans dilated, and streams of vigorous semen gushed out.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Mayumi shoved the two ejaculating penises down her throat, sucking up the gushing semen with all her might. To her
, this was the real delicacy. She rubbed their scrotums vigorously with both hands, making the semen ejaculate even faster.

"Oh... So good, I'm cumming... I'm cumming you to death, you filthy bitch... Oh..."

The two were only concerned with the pleasure of ejaculating, completely unaware that the amount of semen they ejaculated was much greater than usual. They only
felt the tingling sensation from Mayumi's sucking, which made their ejaculation show no signs of stopping.
After ejaculating more than a dozen times, their faces began to turn pale, but the two, completely immersed in pleasure, were unaware that they had
stepped into the gates of hell.

"Pop..."

Mayumi stopped sucking and withdrew the two penises from her mouth. She looked at the two men with seductive eyes, her long, pointed
tongue occasionally licking the remaining semen from her lips, not wanting to waste a drop.

After consuming their semen, her previously pale skin began to regain its pinkish hue.

"Hoo...that was fucking amazing...I've never ejaculated like that before...it felt so good, this...this woman is truly
top-notch ."

The two men panted heavily, as if they had just finished a vigorous workout, their bodies drenched in sweat.

"Hehehe...you're done already? I thought you were so amazing...hehehe."

Mayumi finished speaking, stood up, took a few steps back, and covered her mouth with her small hand, laughing mockingly.

"You bitch, who said my brother and I are no good? Look, our little brother is still so energetic. Come on... let's
have another three hundred rounds."

The tall guy was hit where it hurt by the beautiful woman in front of him. It was really weird. He would never ejaculate so quickly normally. But he
couldn't lose face, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and go for it.

"Okay, but I'm a little tired from serving you. I'll take off my clothes first, and you two can serve me too.
If you serve me well, maybe there will be a surprise for you later."

Mayumi slowly took off her clothes. She did so very slowly and gracefully, her eyes
teasing them from time to time, causing their two penises, which had just ejaculated, to rise high again. When Mayumi took off her last
pair of underwear, leaving only a pair of high heels, they stared wide-eyed and motionless at the perfect
body in front of them.

Her slender waist and full buttocks, her hairless genitals with pink labia constantly swallowing and exhaling lustful fluid, and
her D+ breasts standing high, the two pink nipples so dazzling in the dim light.

Mayumi showed no shyness whatsoever. Sitting on the desk in the warehouse, she
spread her long, slender legs in an M-shape, then rubbed her pink labia with her delicate fingers, even
sucking on her fingers, which were covered in her vaginal fluid.

"Hmm...you two idiots, come over here...oh..."

Hearing Mayumi's call, the two non-mainstream guys rushed towards her like Japanese soldiers entering a village, their backs bent low
. They stared intently at her pink labia and breasts, their faces showing greed. Then,
like hungry ghosts, they each approached their target.

The tall man buried his head in her breasts, kneading them vigorously with both hands. His hands constantly changed
shape on her full breasts, leaving red handprints. He sucked hard on her nipples, occasionally biting them as if
he wanted to tear them off.

The short man, meanwhile, buried his face between her legs, inserting his rough tongue into her vagina, scraping
the flesh inside and sucking up the flowing fluids. Stimulated, Mayumi
clamped her thighs tightly around the short man's head, her calves wrapping around his neck, forcefully pulling his head further inside.

"Oh...you guys are really good at this...oh...harder...bite my nipples harder...oh...
your tongue is so useful...ah..."

Hearing Mayumi's lewd words, the two men couldn't help but work even harder.

After playing for a while, they changed positions. The taller man squatted down and actually used his tongue to attack
Mayumi's wrinkled anus. His rough tongue didn't seem to mind the dirt at all, and it even swept inside her rectum. The tingling and numbness in her anus made Mayumi
even more lewd. Her vulva flowed out a long stream of vaginal fluid under the stimulation of her anus, wetting the taller man's face.

The shorter man, on the other hand, looked for her long and shapely legs. He carefully took off Mayumi's high heels.
Mayumi's feet were perfectly shaped, which excited the shorter man.

He stuck out his tongue and began licking her tender toes, soles, and pink heels, licking her feet
until they were soaking wet, leaving no corner untouched...

"Oh...it feels so good...oh...you've made me lose my mind...oh...you guys are so naughty."

At this moment, the two stopped licking, stood up, and began to stroke their thick, hard penises with their hands,
looking at Mayumi, who was already in a state of sexual arousal, with lewd smiles.

"Mmm...you guys are so bad...I don't care, you have to satisfy me...come on,
comfort me with your big cocks...oh..."

"You filthy bitch, you said it, hehe...where do you want us to satisfy you?"

"Bad...bad people...anywhere is fine...I just want your big cocks now...oh..."

"Jie...Jie."

The two men exchanged glances, and the shorter one lewdly pulled Mayumi down to his feet, gesturing for her to take his
cock into her mouth. Mayumi's thirsty body made her suck the cock in front of her completely into
her mouth , and then she quickly began to swallow and spit it out, while he also cooperated by thrusting.

The tall man stood behind Mayumi, his large hand gripping her slender waist. With a swift,
forceful thrust, he shoved his thick, hard penis into her wet vagina, then moved his hips. "Oh... big brother... this slut's mouth..."
"So tight... Suck... The suction is so strong, my glans is numb..."

"Yeah... This bitch's vagina is so tight, oh... so good... It feels like countless fleshy hands are
caressing and pulling me down there, and sucking... sucking my soul out... It's fucking amazing..."

The three were engaged in intense sex in this abandoned warehouse, with lewd words constantly escaping their lips, their semen and
sweat mingling together.

As the two non-mainstream individuals savored the exquisite body, Mayumi sensed they were about to reach another
climax, so she increased the suction and squeezing, pushing them to the extreme.

Their legs began to tremble, their thrusting ceased, and then, with a roar, they ejaculated once more, their semen brimming with
vitality .

Mayumi drank it thirstily, her skin growing increasingly pink, her alluring eyes almost overflowing with tears.

Meanwhile, the two non-mainstream men grew ever thinner, their eyes bloodshot, completely absorbed in the climax of their sexual intercourse,
unaware of .

"Mmm... Again... Again... Ah... I want more..."

After spitting out the two men's penises, Mayumi flipped over and pressed the tall man to the ground, pressing her full breasts against his face
, making him suck on her swollen nipples. Her empty, lustful vagina couldn't wait to suck in the thick, hard penises again
, the flesh inside immediately squeezing and squeezing. She didn't move, but instead raised her snow-white, plump buttocks,
presenting her tender anus to the short man. The short man, who had ejaculated twice, was already at his limit, but he still recklessly
thrust his penis into that intoxicating anus.

"Oh..."

All three of them let out a comfortable groan at the same time.

Then the two men thrust their hips forcefully, rapidly pumping in and out of that alluring hole that made them feel like they were in heaven.

"Mmm...so good...you guys are amazing...ah...harder...ah..."

Mayumi had entered a state of frenzy. Her hands, which had been pressing against the tall man's chest,
now gripped his neck tightly, matching their thrusts.

"Oh...it feels so good...my penis is melting from the pleasure...hehe..."

"So good...your penises...so long and thick...so...so amazing...oh...harder."

Caught between two attacks, Mayumi also reached the point of orgasm. Her slender hands became
harder than steel, involuntarily gripping the tall man's neck, gradually increasing the pressure.

The taller man stared wide-eyed, gripping her breasts tightly and pushing them outwards until they bled
. He felt his breathing becoming increasingly difficult and wanted to get rid of her quickly, but his penis defied his
will, its glans numb from the squeezing and sucking sensation of her wet vagina, leaving him only able to mechanically thrust in and out.

The shorter man behind him couldn't see his older brother's situation at all. His scalp
was numb He didn't need to exert much effort at all; every time he withdrew his penis, the depths of her anus would suck it back in.

This intense sex lasted for about five minutes...

"Oh..."

Mayumi was the first to reach orgasm, her two orifices gushing out scalding hot vaginal fluid and intestinal oil onto their penises. Her
whole body was flushed pink, and the squeezing and force of her two orifices became astonishing. Suddenly, the hand gripping the tall man's neck
tightened .

"Ugh..."

The tall man, unable to breathe from the grip, was on the verge of death. His face turned ashen, and he convulsed in fear. Then, he
even gushed out golden urine, the hot urine pushing Mayumi to the peak of her orgasm.

"Oh... I hate you... Ah... You actually peed... Oh... So good... So good...
I'll squeeze... Squeeze you to death... Oh."

"Ugh..."

After urinating, the tall guy started ejaculating his last semen.

"Oh... I'm ejaculating again..."

The short guy also started ejaculating.

After ejaculating more than a dozen times, their semen became thin, but the strong suction of their two holes drew their blood mixed
with the remaining semen out of their bodies, and streams of bloody semen made Mayumi experience multiple orgasms and frenzy.

"Snap!"

The withered tall guy's neck was finally snapped, his tongue was sticking out, his bulging eyes were filled with fear
, but his penis was still ejaculating bloody semen in a final burst of energy.

The shorter man behind her also noticed something was wrong. His essence and flesh were being drained away, and he weakly
pushed against the increasingly pale and horribly plump buttocks before him.

He let out weak groans.

After sucking for about two minutes, Mayumi finally emerged from her sexual climax and stopped sucking.

"Pop!"

The short man's withered body was finally freed from the man-eating anus. Losing his strength, he stumbled backward and
crashed into the wall, then sat weakly on a bench against the wall, breathing heavily.

Mayumi withdrew the fleshy worm-like penis from her pink and tender vulva, stood up, and kept scanning her body, which had returned to normal after being sucked
, before revealing a satisfied smile.

Ignoring the tall man, who had been drained of his life force, she put on her high heels and walked step by step to
the shorter man.

Hearing the sound of her heels clicking on the ground, the shorter man stared wide-eyed at the trembling, desiccated corpse on the ground
. He didn't know how he had encountered such a thing; it was true that those who climb mountains often eventually meet their maker, and retribution came swiftly.

"Heroine...please...please let me go..."

the shorter man stammered, his only thought being how to survive.

"Hehehe... Do you think I'll let you off the hook? From the moment you revealed that you raped that girl a few days ago,
you were already dead men. Do you know that? A few days ago I saw the news that the girl you raped
jumped off the roof of her apartment building to commit suicide. Although she was rescued, she became a vegetable after surviving. It's truly worse than death for her."
"Heh, then let me send you two to hell to atone for your sins."

With that, Mayumi used her high-heeled foot to flash a lightning-fast slash at his worm-like genitals,
severing the source of his evil. Before blood could spurt, she gripped his head tightly with both hands, burying him in her
full breasts, chanting a ninja incantation, "Ninjutsu, Jade Breast Windmill Technique..."

At this moment, Mayumi quickly withdrew her hands from his head, instead gripping her own breasts, squeezing
his withered head with her full flesh, and then began to spin around her body, her short frame subjected to her illogical movements.
The body spun
rapidly the spinning accelerated, his skull began to crack, blood gushing from his mouth, nose, and eyes, creating
a white and red contrast against the broken ends of his genitals.

"Crack. Crack crack..."

A bone-grinding sound echoed through the air, followed by the short figure flying out of the shadows
and

crashing to the ground with a "crack." His entire head was distorted into an elongated shape, one eyeball falling to the ground,
the other exploding, blood gushing from his deformed face, and of course, he had stopped breathing.

"Hehehe... To die in the body you love, I can die without regrets. Hmm, I'm really full.
Looks like I should go back now, otherwise that fool might be waiting. Hehehe, there's a famous saying in the Dragon Kingdom: 'A minor hermit hides in the wilderness, a major
hermit hides in the city.' Looks like I'm safe there. I'll see Elisa again in a few days."

She put on her clothes, not even glancing at the two corpses on the ground, and headed towards Fukada's house. She knew that
in a couple of days their bodies would turn into water and disappear. No one would care if these people died; they were
good nourishment for her to replenish her power.

To be continued
................................................................

Chapter 3: Clues Emerge, The Mantis Stalks the Cicada.

An hour later, in the same desolate warehouse, three figures emerged from the darkness—
one man and two women.

"Hmm, judging from the energy fluctuations and the scent I detected earlier, this seems to be the place,"

the man in front muttered to himself, crouching down to carefully examine the two mummified corpses.

Behind him stood two women draped in long black cloaks, roughly the same height, their mouths covered by
black iron gags. Their eyes were unfocused, radiating an aura of death, and the backs of their cloaks
bulged high, revealing the shapes of weapons.

"Hmph, still a step too late, but it doesn't matter. It's good to know she's still in this city. But I don't know
if she's number 2 or number 8. Once we catch them, we'll skin them alive. They even took Dr. Yad with them. Number 9,
Number 12, you two take care of the two corpses first, to avoid attracting the attention of the government intelligence agency. Our
forces have been weakened recently, we can't afford any more complications. I'll go back to the branch in the city first, you two come over after you're done
."

"Yes,"

the two women behind him answered simultaneously. After receiving the reply, the man quickly disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, Number 9 and Number 12 dragged the two corpses on the ground to the middle of the warehouse and laid them on top of each other. Then Number 9's
hand emerged from her cloak, revealing a glass bottle filled with a blood-red liquid in her fingerless, black leather overcoat
. She opened the bottle and poured the liquid onto the corpses. The liquid immediately emitted
a strong , red, acrid odor, and the surface of the corpses quickly melted, indicating that the liquid was highly poisonous. However, the two seemed
completely unbothered by the foul-smelling fumes, coldly and faithfully carrying out the man's orders. They would not leave until the corpses
were completely melted.

"Cough...cough..."

A boy's childish cough suddenly rang out from the warehouse window.

The two women turned around simultaneously, their unfocused eyes flashing with murderous intent. They quickly made hand seals
and vanished from the warehouse in a flash, only to reappear outside by the window where the noise had originated.

A ragged boy was hunched over, coughing violently, overwhelmed by the poisonous fumes from inside.

His wide-open eyes and distorted face seemed to reflect something terrifying.

Feeling a sudden gust of wind beside him, he looked up and saw two women in black cloaks standing before him
, one with short blonde hair, the other with short black hair. Though women, their faces, veiled in black iron masks, appeared eerie, and
their eyes were icy cold.

He had seen everything the two women had
done
. He was just a ten-year-old beggar who had come to this abandoned warehouse with his uncle to sleep. He didn't want to witness this horrifying scene. Suppressing his nausea, his face flushed, he quickly ran between the two women. After running a few meters, he opened his mouth wide and began to scream in terror.

"Uncle... Uncle... Help... Murder... Waaah... Uncle!"

The little beggar's cries were incoherent; he only wanted to get back to his uncle and quickly leave this hellish scene.

The blond-haired Number 9 and the black-haired Number 12 didn't stop him from escaping; they just watched him
leave .

Just then, a thin, middle-aged man emerged from the tall grass. He was also dressed in tattered clothes,
and looked at the little beggar running towards him with concern.

"Dog, don't be afraid, Uncle is here. What happened?"

The little beggar named Dog threw himself into his uncle's arms, his face pale and his whole body trembling.

"Uncle... Uncle... I saw them... just now... killing... killing people! I'm so scared
... You... you take me away... quickly."

"What? Who are they?"

The middle-aged beggar looked blankly at the two mysterious women not far away.

At this moment, Number 9 and Number 12 exchanged a glance, then each stretched out their hands and threw off the cloaks that tightly covered their bodies
, revealing their stunning figures.

The clothes they wore—no, they could no longer be called clothes. Their

bare, black leather breast corsets completely exposed their large, snow-white breasts to the air, their bright red nipples
clearly visible in the dim moonlight. They wore black leather gloves that extended past their elbows and exposed their fingers.
A dragon . Their long legs were clad in over-the-knee, four-inch pointed black leather high heels,
each with a storage pouch on either side. A black metal belt encircled their slender waists, and four black leather straps connected the belt to
the high heels. Their lower bodies were completely naked; the dark, hairless labia were clearly visible,
constantly secreting clear, lustful fluid, indicating extreme thirst.

Their alluring attire and figures could have sparked the imagination, but their lifeless eyes and black iron masks
covering their mouths did nothing to arouse any sexual desire. Moreover, the long ninja swords embedded in their backs only
added to the two beggars' fear.

"Let's go..."

the middle-aged beggar said, carrying the dog and fleeing towards the exit.

Numbers 9 and 12 seemed unfazed by their escape. They slowly reached behind them and
drew their ninja swords, the gleaming blades flashing menacingly in the moonlight.

Holding the swords downwards, they dragged them behind their backs and began running rapidly in the direction the ninjas were fleeing. The slender
blades scraped against the concrete, creating dazzling sparks, while the slapping of their high heels against the ground and the screeching of the blades
mingled into a deathly symphony...

Hearing the approaching footsteps behind him, the middle-aged man knew he couldn't escape. Without
hesitation, he pushed the dog he was carrying to the ground.

"Run..." he cried

, turning and charging towards the two devils. He only wanted to hold them off for a moment, to give the dog a sliver of hope.

Unfortunately, reality is often cruel. Number 12 suddenly disappeared before his eyes just as he was about to reach him, but the next
moment he continued to chase after Inu'er.

"Oh no..."

The middle-aged man wanted to turn around to save him, but as he turned, Number 9's gleaming blade flashed in front of him, followed
by a "crack" sound, and the middle-aged man fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah... ahh..."

The middle-aged beggar rolled on the ground. It turned out that his legs had been severed at the knees, and a large amount of blood spurted from the cuts
.

Hearing his uncle's screams, Inu'er stopped running. He turned around in horror to see
his legless uncle trembling in pain not far away, his mouth agape but unable to make a sound. The next moment, a gleaming
ninja sword was held to his neck. Number 12 stood coldly beside him. Terrified, he
covered wanting to cry but unable to, his eyes filled with fear and pleading.

He saw Number 9 not let his uncle struggle for long, but instead, reversed the ninja sword and plunged it downwards, the sharp blade
piercing through his uncle's hand and embedding it into the hard concrete.

Without a trace of pity, Number 9, radiating an aura of death, stared at the struggling middle-aged beggar beneath him. Then, he stretched out
his long leg

and slashed across the beggar's groin, splitting his filthy pants in two and revealing his limp penis. The slender heel of his shoe slowly rubbed and teased the shaft and scrotum, but the excruciating pain extinguished
any desire in the beggar. His penis lay limp like a worm at his crotch. After circling his groin
a few times grew impatient and pricked his Guanyuan acupoint. Then, miraculously, his worm-like penis
rose high into an erection.

Without any pretense, Number 9 released her ninja sword, straddled him, and squatted down, using her muddy, glistening
black labia to suck the glans of his penis, drawing it in with her slippery, lustful fluid.

Then, pressing her hands tightly against her chest, she began to thrust silently.

"Mmm... Ugh... Ah,"

the middle-aged beggar groaned, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

He felt the glistening black labia gripping his penis tightly, each thrust tearing his foreskin
painfully, while the flesh inside the vagina constantly squeezed and tightened, the suction deep within the vagina astonishing, as if it
were away.

Not far away, Inuya watched this bizarre scene with trepidation. In the magical land of the Sun, even though
Inuya, a young child, was no stranger to sexual encounters, he couldn't sense any excitement from his uncle; instead, he felt
pain . Hearing his uncle's screams, he covered his eyes, unable to watch any longer.

"Ugh..."

Inuya opened his eyes wide in pain. He realized that Number 12 had grabbed his hair and punched him in the stomach,
the intense pain causing him to bend over.

"Close your eyes again, and I'll kill you."

A muffled voice came from Number 12's mouth, terrifying Inuya so much that he dared not close his eyes again, because he knew that this
witch before him meant what she said.

"Ugh... Ah... I... I can't... That's enough!"

The middle-aged beggar's pale, contorted face was dripping with large beads of cold sweat. His body convulsed, his crippled form twitching uncontrollably
. Then, his engorged penis, squeezed by the vaginal opening, gushed out thick semen.

Number 9 stopped thrusting, his cold face devoid of any life. His hands pressed tightly against the beggar's chest, drawing out
thin lines of blood. The suction from deep within the vagina grew stronger, yet not a single drop of fluid flowed from their point of union.

The middle-aged beggar couldn't resist, as the suction inside the orifice made his whole body numb. He could only mechanically thrust
, passively extracting semen. Already weak from blood loss, the intense extraction turned his skin sallow
, his once black hair turned white and fell out incessantly, and his body began to wither. He had run out of semen to ejaculate.

"Pop." Number 9's orifice left his penis, then automatically closed its labia, ensuring not a single
drop of semen leaked out.

She simply stared coldly at her prey beneath her, her face devoid of any emotion.

The boy watched this scene with trepidation. The cruelty of the scene deeply traumatized his young heart. He couldn't believe that
his uncle, who had seemed young just moments before, was now an old man. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest told him he was still alive. He wept
silently , tears streaming down his face. The intense scent of sex drove Number 12 beside him into a frenzy. Ignoring the fact that the boy
was still a minor, she grabbed his collar with one hand and lifted him up, while forcefully tearing off his pants with the other, revealing
his soft, immature penis.

At this moment, Number 12's mask automatically parted, revealing a pair of dark, luscious lips. She pressed on
the boy's Guanyuan acupoint, and his small penis immediately became erect. But even when fully erect, its size was clearly too small,
not to the liking of an adult.

Instead of the dog struggling and blushing, she opened her black lips and took the hard penis into her mouth
, then began to suck and spit it out forcefully. Her nimble tongue kept pressing against his glans, and the sucking of her lips made his
penis ache and go numb. This was the first time in his life that he had experienced oral sex from a strange woman, and it was
the kind of passive rape. The forcibly torn foreskin made him feel excruciating pain. He struggled even more fiercely, his two small hands constantly slapping
against the strong and slender arms of number 12, and his dirty little feet kicking her sexy body.

But all resistance was futile, only fueling Number 12's lustful demonic nature. A fierce
look appeared on her beautiful face as she intensified the suction of her mouth, pressing hard on his slender scrotum with her delicate hands, causing
him to bend over like a shrimp in pain.

Meanwhile, Number 9, still unsatisfied after absorbing the first ejaculation, pressed his still-erect penis against her
tender, folded anus. The thirsty anus opened its mouth, dripping intestinal oil onto the glans, and then…
She lubricated the entire shaft.

She squatted down, and the hard penis slid deep into his anus without any obstruction. Then, holding the knife handle in one hand
and pressing the other against his dry chest, she began to thrust in and out without restraint. Her huge breasts danced enchanting
white waves as they rose and fell.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged beggar, in his dying state, was no longer visible. He was foaming at the mouth, his chest heaving
abnormally . After Number 9 had entertained himself for a while, the middle-aged beggar, unable to ejaculate, reached his final
sexual climax. His muscles and skin flowed down to his genitals like waves, clearly his flesh and blood had turned into
blood that gushed from his hard penis...

"Hmm..." Number 9 groaned, stopping her movements, closing her eyes, her skin flushed.
The suction inside her anus intensified, the surge of blood pushing her towards sexual climax and nourishing her demonic body.

Whether it was a final burst of energy before death or not, the middle-aged beggar strained to open his eyes wide and look in the direction of the dog.
He raised his withered hand, and a murky tear rolled down his face and dripped onto the dry cement ground...

When Number 9 stood up satisfied after draining the middle-aged beggar, not far away, the dog, under Number 12's powerful
oral skills , also reached the point of ejaculation. His face flushed red as he saw his uncle's miserable state. Fear made his whole body
tremble, and coupled with the unbearable itching and swelling of his penis, a gush of hot liquid spurted out.

"Ah...ah..."

It turned out that his incontinent urine came out first. Number 12 frowned, not spitting it out, but increasing
the force of her sucking. Her hand gripping his scrotum squeezed his testicles hard. After the urine was released, his blood also
spurted out.

"Glug...glug..." Number 12, like a vampire, mercilessly sucked
the essence . Having sucked the blood, she went berserk. Clearly not satisfied with the speed of her sucking, she tightened her fingers.

"Ahhh...ahhh..."

The dog's testicles were crushed, then mixed with blood and entered her mouth. Sucking on the child's
nutrients made her extremely intoxicated, but also lowered her guard.

"Bang bang..."

Suddenly, two gunshots rang out behind them. Two scorching bullets pierced the air and aimed directly at
the vitals of Number 9 and Number 12. Number 9 was a little better off; she had just finished ingesting the drug. The instant the shots rang out, she quickly
pulled out a pistol from her tall leather shoe storage bag and returned fire in the direction of the shot. The two bullets collided in mid-air, but the other
gun was clearly a large caliber. Her bullet was only slightly deflected after the collision, and the other bullet still
flew towards her. But since it was delayed, she calmly jumped aside and avoided it.

Number 12, however, was less fortunate. By the time she regained her senses, a bullet was already close to her heart. It was too
late to jump away; she could only turn her body slightly to avoid her heart. The bullet struck the black leather
covering on the side of her chest. The powerful kinetic energy pierced through her protective leather armor and sent her flying. Fortunately, her leather armor was a
high-tech product, and the large-caliber bullet only lodged in her sternum. However, the bullet spinning inside her body still caused her
internal injuries. As she followed the trajectory of the bullet and lost momentum, the dog in her hand fell to the ground.

After landing, Number 12 rolled on the ground and stood next to Number 9. At that moment,
dense . The two guns that had just fired started firing at them again. They looked at
each other, dodged, and drew their own pistols to return fire. After exchanging fire for about ten shots, the surrounding area was crowded with people, and
the sound of guns being cocked was incessant. If they didn't leave now, it would be too late. Number 9 decisively threw two pink smoke grenades and then recited
ninja incantations to the injured Number 12.

"Ninjutsu... Earth Release: Technique."

The two disappeared into the smoke. Then, two slithering earth dragons appeared on the loose soil and rushed towards the breach
. In the darkness, two shots rang out again, and two bullets were fired at the two earth dragons that were trying to escape
. One bullet was dodged, while the other hit the ground and splattered blood. Even so, the two earth
dragons disappeared into the night without hesitation.................................................................................................

At

the crime scene, beams of bright lights illuminated the area as if it were daytime. The area was surrounded by guards. Judging from
their attire they were not the usual police officers or local garrison troops, but a group of fierce-looking men. It was clear at a glance
that they had fought their way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Two men stepped out from the guards, one younger, muttering incessantly, and
the other a more mature and composed middle-aged man.

"Damn it, they got away! We finally tracked them down here, Captain Black Hawk, what do we do now?"

The younger man was clearly furious. He had spent months tracking them down and laying a trap, only to have it all come
to naught.

"Hmph. It's all because you fired the first shot, alerting them, Falcon. You'd better think about how you're going
to explain this to your superiors,"

the middle-aged man replied dismissively.

"Sigh, if they hadn't treated that child like that, do you think I would have shot? Damn al-Qaeda!
No, I have to check on the child first."

With that, he quickly ran to the withered dog and cradled it in his arms. As the dog lay dying, Falcon's face
turned deathly pale and filled with sorrow.

Black Hawk didn't stop him. For a highly skilled and versatile elite agent, there was no
distinction between cruelty and inhumanity, black and white; completing the mission was their duty.

Who didn't have a few innocent lives on their hands? Especially when carrying out missions abroad, eavesdropping and assassination
were commonplace. But there was no mockery in his eyes when he looked at Falcon; instead, there was a rare hint of human tenderness.

Who hasn't been young? When he first started out, if it weren't for the guidance of his seniors, he would have been
expelled from the team long ago. And the consequence of expulsion is only one: annihilation. Because intelligence
agencies are the same; they won't let someone who knows a lot of their organization's secrets leave alive. The organization will
find various ways to let him die naturally. He saw his younger self in him.

It seems he'll have to take the blame for him again. Falcon is a very promising newcomer; he can't let him be ruined by
this .

"Heh."

Black Hawk chuckled self-deprecatingly. For people like them who walked the line between life and death every day, there wasn't much difference between them and
members both were madmen with incredibly thick skin.

The only difference was that he served the behemoth that was the nation, serving the majority of people, while Al-Qaeda was just a
small organization. Before it gained any traction, facing the machinery of the state, even the strongest individual combat power was meaningless. A
single bullet, worth a penny, could send him to hell. They were special agents, like the Second Department of the General Staff of the Dragon Kingdom.

He was the one who fired the two shots earlier; he was one of the top marksmen in the intelligence agency, of course, honed by
the enemy.

"Wake up... wake up,"

Falcon gently shook his dog.

"Cough...cough..."

Shaked by the hawk, Dog opened his lifeless eyes, his genitals a mess.

"Uncle...uncle...uncle, save me...save me, Dog doesn't want to die...cough cough."

Dog groaned weakly, blood gushing from his mouth, an unnatural flush appearing on his withered face—a final
burst of energy before death.

"I...I will save you."

Knowing he couldn't be saved, the hawk couldn't bring himself to tell the cruel reality to Dog's dying breath.

"Thank...thank you...uncle...I...I'm so tired, I want...I want to sleep for a while..."

With that, Dog's head slumped, and he breathed his last.

"Ugh..."

Falcon pressed his lips tightly together, desperately trying to suppress his anger and sorrow, but tears still streamed down his face.

He put down the still-warm puppy, stood up, grabbed Black Hawk by the collar, and began to curse.

"Why...why? You could have saved this little boy, why didn't you shoot sooner?"

Falcon's eyes turned bloodshot, his face contorted in a ferocious rage.

But Black Hawk was no match for this rookie. He grabbed Falcon's collar, twisted it,
and then used a standard grappling technique to throw him to the ground, pressing his knees down on Falcon's lower back, rendering him immobile.

"Are you fucking done yet? It's just that an unrelated person died, and you're taking it out on me? I haven't even
bothered you yet. You think you're some kind of elite special agent? If you want to die, don't drag us down with you."

At this point, Black Hawk was truly enraged. He drew the gun from his waist and pressed it firmly against Falcon's head
. If Falcon resisted even slightly, he would not hesitate to blow his head off.

"You son of a bitch, do you know that your recklessness has ruined our plan? You only saved one person
, but their escape route cut off our leads, and many more innocent people lost their lives. If you want revenge for this little
beggar , direct your anger at the real enemy, not me. I am your comrade-in-arms,
someone you can trust on the battlefield, you know? For the sake of innocent people, for the sake of the country, you need to adjust your mindset
as soon as possible find the al-Qaeda members within the country, and send them to the hell of sin. Right now, all you can do is
properly bury their two bodies and let them rest in peace..."

As he spoke, he adopted an official tone, and even Black Hawk felt disgusted by what he was saying. He felt it was a
waste of his talent not to be a pyramid scheme leader or a political commissar.

Upon hearing Black Hawk's words, the falcon beneath him gave up struggling. Black Hawk sheathed his gun and released the falcon.

The falcon stood up, dusted himself off, and apologized to Black Hawk with an embarrassed expression.

"I'm sorry, senior, please forgive my recklessness. I was just trying to save someone. Um, please forgive me, okay?"

"Hmph, what does it matter whether I forgive you or not? You'd better think carefully about how to file a report.
If isn't handled properly, I'm sure you'll be sent to a military court. Hmph..."

"Hehe... As long as you forgive me, senior, I'm sure you'll follow my lead. Haha...
Right? Tonight I'll treat all the brothers and senior to drinks, late-night snacks and overnight stays, right,
brothers Hehe..."

As he spoke, Falcon's face was full of lewdness and ingratiation.

Good-natured laughter rang out all around.

"Oh my god, who did I bring with me..."

Black Hawk covered his forehead speechlessly, groaning in pain...

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When Mayumi returned to the door of Fukada's house, she had no idea what had happened since she left. She yawned
a few times, wondering if someone was thinking of her. The door to Fukada's rented room was ajar. When she opened it
, she saw Fukada slumped over the table, snoring.

Seeing this, Mayumi's cold heart began to melt.

"Silly girl, were you worried I wouldn't be able to get back? Aren't you afraid of getting cold?"

Mayumi's beautiful face broke into a smile. She went to the bedroom, grabbed a felt blanket, and gently covered Fukada
's back.

Just then, Fukada felt a movement on his shoulder. He opened his hazy eyes and looked at a stunningly beautiful face
. His stiff, tired expression vanished instantly.

"I...I'm back."

Fukada nervously rubbed his hands together.

"Yeah...what's wrong? Didn't you want me to come back?"

Mayumi smiled mischievously.

"No...no, of course I want to. Hehe...Have you eaten? If not, I'll cook you some noodles
."

"I have, silly, go back to sleep. I just went out for coffee with a friend I haven't contacted in a long time,
and I bought a lot of clothes. I'm going to take a shower first."

"Um, there's only one bed at home. You can sleep on the bed later, I'll sleep on the sofa."

"No, I want you to stay with me, I'm scared to sleep alone."

Mayumi's mischievous side emerged, teasing Fukada.

"No, no need, then...okay then, I'll sleep on the floor next to you. I'll make a makeshift bed, then you
can sleep peacefully."

Fukada agreed shyly.

"Okay, okay then..."

Mayumi was speechless. Did she become unattractive? No way.

Although she was a little unwilling, she didn't tease him anymore.

So she grabbed her newly bought pajamas and underwear and went to take a shower.

Fukada made a makeshift bed on the floor, listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom and Mayumi's cheerful singing, letting...
He felt a deep sense of satisfaction, his eyelids drooping as he slowly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep
.

Mayumi, having just showered, returned to her bedroom in a light silk nightgown. Looking at Fukada's childlike smile
, she felt a surge of tenderness. Having been an orphan since childhood, she had always lacked care and love. Fukada
's actions had given her a feeling she had never experienced before—yes, the feeling of home and family.

Looking at his not-so-handsome face, she lowered her head and gently kissed Fukada's lips with her beautiful, soft red lips.
She smiled faintly, climbed into her small single bed, and pulled the covers over herself. The moonlight outside the window
was exceptionally bright tonight, and the quiet night brought her a rare sense of peace.

"Alisa, what are you doing right now? You know what? This fool in front of me makes me
feel a little bit at home, and I really want to share it with you..."

To be continued! Author's P.S.: Pure romance isn't my forte, so I can only write according to my heart. As I wrote,
I actually got more and more involved, and it made me feel love again after a long time.

Also, originally, Inu's character wasn't supposed to die, but somehow it turned out this way as I was writing
, maybe to build up a tragic atmosphere.

I said I wouldn't harm Little Flower, but I broke my promise, so his sex scenes were only briefly mentioned.

My apologies, it seems I need to reflect on this for a few days...

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