[Ninja Kill] (Chapter Sixteen)

Publication Date: September 3, 2015
Publication Address: m-series resource aggregation.
Author: fqcc/fbcc

Chapter Sixteen: Uncontrollable Passion, Passionate Car Sex. Reencounter with the Landlady, Mayumi's Background.

"Boom... Boom... Pitter-patter" The city's daytime was robbed of
its last . Bolts of lightning, like clawing

golden dragons, illuminated the night-like streets. A torrential downpour began, and pedestrians scrambled
for shelter, risking getting soaked.

People cursed the strange weather, seemingly venting their stress and discontent.

"Clatter... Clatter..." A large SUV slowly moved along the slippery street
. Inside, two women and a man, including the woman driving, were extremely

silent, their expressions as oppressive as the weather outside. The only
sound in the quiet cabin was the rhythmic swishing of the wipers.

"Yumi, don't be sad. Although we won't find the answer at the orphanage, there's always a way. Let's think about it again
." The man in the back seat broke the silence first

, tightly embracing the woman next to him, letting her lean against his broad chest.

"Brother-in-law is right. For people like us abandoned in the orphanage, it's very difficult for the orphanage to find the families of the orphans
. Anyway, there's always a way. Yumi,

don't be sad. Look, we're still alive and well, aren't we?" The woman driving added comfortingly. "I know. I didn't have much hope to begin with. I just wanted to try my luck and find out about my parents

from the director . Sigh..." The 　　woman's face was full of disappointment, and the veins on her slender hands, gripping the man's clothes, stood out. 　　"Yumi, don't you still have me and Elisa? No matter what happens, I'll stand in front of you and shield you from the wind and rain." The man gently patted the woman 　　's back, comforting her with tender words. Under his soothing touch, the woman's mood gradually calmed, and she even greedily leaned against his chest, inhaling his masculine scent 　　. Women are so emotional; it has nothing to do with strength. When she's feeling down, a few comforting words from her loved one can cheer her up for a while. 　　At this moment, the man seemed to remember something. He gently lifted the woman's chin and said, "Yumi, maybe ...maybe we should try looking for the landlady. Maybe 　　she knows something." 　　"Right, the landlady seems to treat you very differently. How should I put it? The way she looks at you is like an elder treating a junior. I think she probably knows 　　you," the blonde woman driving said, turning her head. 　　"Yes, why didn't I think of that?" Hearing their words, the woman felt a surge of excitement. Her slender hand, which had been resting on the man's waist, accidentally pressed against his crotch 　　, instinctively rubbing it a few times. 　　"Hiss..." The man immediately exhaled a breath of cold air. 　　"Yu... Yumi... Don't... Don't get so excited, my little brother can't take it." The man didn't dare to move , cold sweat dripping down his face. 　　"Ah? Fukada-kun, are you alright? I'm sorry, I got too excited, I accidentally... Hmm? Hehehe ... Your little brother seems to be getting a bit restless 　　. Oh, do you want me to rub it for you again?" The woman said, while her hand began to stroke him restlessly. 　　Needless to say, everyone knows that Mayumi, Fukada, and Elisa are the three people in the car. In order to find out information about their parents, they returned 　　to the orphanage that took Mayumi in years ago, met the old director, and as mentioned before, they went but returned disappointed. When they took in Mayumi 　　, she was just a few months old, and when they found her, she had been abandoned at the orphanage gate. They didn't see the person who abandoned her, only 　　a jade pendant placed in the blanket wrapped around the baby—the only keepsake. Having obtained little useful information, the three could only leave dejectedly. 　　"Fukada-kun, your thing is so big! Want to let it out for some fresh air?" Mayumi, her face flushed and her became incredibly alluring. Without 　　waiting for Fukada's reaction, Mayumi playfully unzipped his pants, pulled down his underwear, and his hard penis instantly sprang to life, emitting a wisp of heat 　　. 　　"Yumi…it's not appropriate in the car." Although the three had broken the ice of taboo in the hotel the night before, Fukada still glanced guiltily at 　　Elisa, who was driving. 　　"Hehehe... Don't worry about me, there's plenty of space in the back, take your time. But Yumi-nee, you have to save some for me, I love 　　the taste of brother-in-law's semen the most." After saying that, she provocatively stuck out her red tongue and licked her sexy, thick lips in the rearview mirror, her charming sea-blue eyes gleaming with lust, stimulating Fukada 　　's penis to throb hard. 　　"Hiss..." Before he could react, Fukada felt his penis being surrounded by a warm, moist, tender flesh, a smooth, fragrant tongue pressing against the head of his penis and 　　occasionally slid and wrapped around the sides of the shaft. Fukada looked down and saw Mayumi, who had somehow left his embrace, squatting on the second row floor with her legs spread apart, her small mouth 　　sucking on his thick penis, her charming eyes occasionally meeting Fukada's gaze. 　　"Pop..." The tightly sucking lips left the engorged glans, then timely sucked on the side of the shaft, moving back and forth like a fish's mouth. The soft, thin lips, tightly sucking, squeezed 　　the veins on the shaft, making Fukada feel an electric shock-like tingling sensation. Meanwhile, Mayumi's slender hands playfully toyed with the two swollen testicles . When she reached the base of the shaft, her lips opened 　　, and her slender hands grasped the testicles, desperately stuffing them into her mouth. Her tongue roamed over the surface, her pearly teeth gently biting. The mild pain and sublime pleasure caused Fukada's anus to contract, his shaft swelling 　　and swaying slightly, occasionally slapping Mayumi's face. The glans was unbearably swollen, and a few drops of pre-ejaculate secretly flowed from the urethra, making the glans purplish-red and shiny. 　　Mayumi extended her tender tongue and wrapped it around the glans, drawing every drop of the pre-ejaculate down her esophagus, then closed her beautiful salty, delicious taste with an intoxicated expression.

"Oh...it feels so good..." Fukada groaned excitedly. His large hands climbed onto Mayumi's head,
and his thick, hard penis forcefully pushed into her small

mouth, slowly and resolutely entering the deepest part of her vaginal cavity.

"Ugh..." Mayumi was deeply throated by the thick penis. The momentary discomfort made her eyes sting. Her slender hands gripped
the shaft, making the penis unable to move. She paused

for a moment and pulled out, then slowly pushed it forward again until it was fully inserted. The stimulation of her esophagus, combined with
the teasing of her nose against the curled pubic hair, made Mayumi's desire

rise as well, and her lower body became completely wet.

Mayumi wasn't dressed too provocatively today. She wore a
loose-fitting t-shirt with "Hollie Kitty" printed on it, tied in a bow at the hem, revealing a large section

of her fair, slender waist. Her lower body was clad in a 40-centimeter-long denim skirt, and her long, slender legs were encased in
sheer black stockings that barely reached her knees. Her fair and delicate legs were exceptionally alluring, and

she wore white A-line sneakers. Her smooth, flowing black stockings were simply tied back
her head , and with her natural, flawless beauty, she exuded youthful

energy.

"Sizzle...sizzle..." The penis slid in and out of Mayumi's mouth, each thrust penetrating to the deepest point.
The strange pleasure made her face flush and her eyes glaze over. Her slender

fingers lifted her skirt, revealing a thin white thong. Due to her squatting position, the thin strip of fabric
clung tightly to her full vulva, and her two pink labia

peeked out from the sides. The completely wet fabric couldn't stop the dripping of clear, lustful fluid, which soaked her
thighs. Gently lifting the thong, two slender fingers quickly

disappeared into the muddy flesh.

"Oh...so good...so good...hoho..." Sitting on the car seat, Fukada was enjoying
Mayumi's superb oral sex while visually watching her

lustful body movements. He felt his penis swell and swell, the taut glans tingling and numbing. His breathing
became heavier and heavier, and his penis throbbed and swelled rapidly under the sucking of her mouth

, a sign that he was about to ejaculate.

"Pop..." "Hiss...?" Fukada let out a strange cry, his flushed face quickly turning pale, and
cold sweat beaded on his forehead. Just before ejaculation,

Mayumi spat out the penis, her delicate white fingers pinching the vas deferens, forcibly forcing the semen back down.

"Yumi... no... don't do this... you're killing me! If this keeps up, I'll
become the last eunuch in history!" Fukada wiped

the cold sweat from his forehead, his face filled with lingering fear.

"Hehehe... honey, I haven't had enough yet! It's such a waste to ejaculate like this, you know?"
She then extended a slender finger and gently stroked the penis

a few times, letting it hit her pretty face, feeling the heat and hardness emanating from its surface.

"You little vixen, come here, let your husband fuck you good, you slut." Fukada quickly
stripped off his clothes and made a move to pick Mayumi up, but

Mayumi nimbly dodged. She sat in the chair with her back against the side door panel and stretched out one leg to gently
nudge Fukada's chest.

"Husband, don't be so hasty, hehehe..." Mayumi let out a silvery laugh, then raised
and spread long, slender, stockinged legs, placing them on Fukada's shoulders

.

Feeling the strange sensation of black-stockinged calves moving and rubbing against his flesh, looking closely at the jade-like
legs tightly wrapped in shiny black stockings, and smelling the musky, orchid-like fragrance

, Fukada suddenly found it hard to breathe. Fukada had a severe leg fetish and stocking fetish, a fact he
only vaguely knew. This wasn't the first time he had come into contact

with Mayumi's beautiful legs, but every close encounter made him want to touch them. While marveling at God's creation
, he stared greedily, his hands

trembling as he gently caressed them, his nose inhaling the fragrance, and his lower body involuntarily arousing.

(Author's note: Many people say that young men like to look at a woman's face, young men like to look at
a woman 's breasts, and adult men's first glance is at a woman

's legs. I don't know if this is true or not, so I won't go into details. However, I think there is some truth to this,
because I also have a certain tendency towards leg fetishism, especially for

long legs in stockings. I wonder which tendency you all have. I've tried foot fetishism, but it wasn't very enjoyable,
hehehe...)

"Honey, don't touch them yet. I've been walking all day, and my feet are a little tired. Can you massage them for me?" Mayumi, of course,
knew Fukada's preferences. Those were her

long legs, which she was always proud of, and she certainly didn't mind her lover admiring and playing with them.

Fukada, suppressing his racing heart, lifted Mayumi's legs, removed her sneakers, and
tossed them carelessly onto the floor. A pair of beautiful feet hidden in black stockings were revealed

before him. He brought his mouth and nose close, the warm, fleshy scent of flesh and leather assaulting his
olfactory nerves, mingled with the damp odor of sweat. Excitedly, he

stuck out his rough tongue and licked the dark, jade-like toes hidden deep within the black stockings. The salty, sweaty smell aroused him like
never before. It wasn't the first time he'd licked

Mayumi's feet, but it was always after a shower. This was the first time he'd licked her stockinged feet after a day's wear.
His strange fetish made him act like a child with a beloved toy

, constantly playing with them in his hands and on his face. Mayumi, tickled by his actions, her stockinged toes
taut, forming a striking curve that caught Fukada's eye

. His tongue traced the toes of the stockings, teasing the gaping spaces between his toes. The feel of the stockings and
the increasingly smell of sweaty feet made his penis grow even larger. He then

opened his mouth wide and took the stockinged toes into his mouth, smearing his tongue and saliva all over the feet. Then he
grabbed both feet with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth, as if he wanted to

swallow them whole.

"Oh... it tickles... husband... do you really like my feet that much?... oh..." Mayumi was
aroused by his teasing. Her slender fingers once again slipped into

her muddy lower body, making Fukada's hair stand on end, feeling incredibly blissful.

"Ugh... oh... I love it, I love it so much. Every toe, instep, arch, and ankle is beautiful. I want
to hold your feet every night before I fall asleep."

"Hehehe... Since you like it so much, I'll use these feet to satisfy your perverted desires, hehehe
... Come on, smell my feet again." With that,

Mayumi's feet broke free from Fukada's grasp. One small, black-stockinged foot pressed against his face, the tip of the stocking touching
his nose, while the heel made intimate

contact with his large mouth, pressing incessantly. The other stockinged foot rested on his neck, the toe gently tracing
a path down his neck to his chest, the toes

playfully pinching his erect nipples, circling them repeatedly.

Smelling the sweaty fragrance of her silk-stockinged feet, licking their salty scent, feeling the unique friction of their texture, Fukada
was completely intoxicated by the sea of silk-stockinged feet.

"Honey, do my silk-stockinged feet smell good? Ah? Hehehe... But judging from your blissful expression, I'm sure you
really like them. Come on, let my silk-stockinged feet help you

ejaculate." With that, she pulled the silk-stockinged foot from Fukada's face and pressed it onto his
chest along with the other foot. Her feet moved deftly, causing Fukada

to involuntarily moan. At this moment, Mayumi's face revealed a smug smile. She was
quite , and instead of letting her feet linger on his chest,

she slid them down to his six-pack abs, finally stopping at his erect penis.

After a brief pause, her silk-stockinged feet began to wander again, deliberately tracing the veins on his penis,
pressing his drooping scrotum, even teasing his swollen

testicles, and lightly probing the
glans , moaning and groaning.

Finally, the arched instep gently gripped the shaft, stroking it back and forth.

"Ah...so good...ah...Yumi, your stockings are so amazing...oh..." Fukada was completely
lost in that wonderful pleasure, his whole body

tingling and burning from the stimulation of the penis. He tilted his head back, his vision limited to the dim car roof, but his mind
was filled with images of countless stockings.

Then, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and a soft strip of cloth covered his mouth and nose, carrying
a strong mixed scent of urine and semen

. Fukada grabbed the strip of cloth in his hand and looked closely. It turned out to be a thong with side ties,
the narrow crotch area wet. Looking at

Mayumi sitting in the chair, he noticed that her thong had disappeared from under her denim skirt,
completely exposing her hairless genitals to Fukada's eyes.

Her high, swollen mons pubis and two moist, pink labia slowly undulating on it were clearly visible.

"Honey, do my panties smell good? I've worn them all day, and they still have
a strong smell. I know you'll like it because you

're such a pervert. Hehehe..." Mayumi giggled, covering her mouth. Her long, silk-clad legs didn't stop;
instead, they quickened their stroking.

The lingering scent of the panties made Fukada dizzy, but it only satisfied his perverted desires. His penis swelled
again , the purplish-red glans turning

dark with engorgement, the tip opening and closing as if it couldn't wait to ejaculate. Mayumi's stimulation didn't stop there.
She reached out her slender hand and dug into her own vagina, then

inserted her fingers, which were covered in her own juices, into Fukada's mouth, intertwining them with his tongue.

"Hah...hah..." Fukada panted heavily like an ox. Under the multiple stimulations, his penis swelled and swelled.
He threw away his underwear, gripped

Mayumi's silk-stockinged feet tightly with both hands, and made a final thrust with bloodshot eyes.

"Oh...husband, come on...faster...faster, cum...oh...I want to eat your semen...
give it to me...ah..." Mayumi,

who was stimulating herself with her two slender fingers, felt the hot penis swelling and fantasized about the thick thing going in and out of her
thirsty and empty vagina. In a moment, she

reached orgasm. The sweet and fragrant fluid gushed out of her tender vagina, hitting her snow-white thighs, silk-stockinged feet,
and even the glans that was being rubbed.

Hot, moist vaginal fluid mingled with the friction of her silk-stockinged feet, and
Fukada

could no longer suppress the urge to ejaculate. With a low growl, his powerful hips throbbed, and thick, salty semen gushed from her open vulva, slapping against Mayumi's flat, unclothed
abdomen , and then being washed away by her vaginal fluid. Fukada, suppressing

the urge to ejaculate, grasped one of her silk-stockinged feet, releasing the remaining semen onto it. After ejaculating, he
gently rubbed

the tip of his penis with the silk-stockinged foot to wipe away the remaining semen. "Hoo...so good..." he exhaled heavily, releasing his grip on the flexed silk-stockinged foot. He
looked down at Mayumi, still savoring the afterglow of her orgasm

. Her snow-white skin was flushed pink, glistening with fragrant sweat, her tender lips red from the intense
climax , and her body covered in patches of whitish semen

.

Then, Mayumi slowly opened her beautiful eyes, giving Fukada a seductive look. With her slender, delicate fingers
scraping the semen off her body, Fukada's expression

turned lewd as she placed the semen on her outstretched tongue, rolling it with her long, red tongue before finally swallowing it...

The process was slow, but coupled with her dazed eyes and cold, beautiful face, the whole thing made Fukada's
blood boil . But what followed was even more astonishing.

Mayumi stretched out her long, silk-stockinged legs, covered in semen, across the driver's seat, her toes, curled and wrapped in stockings, resting against Elisa
's head, rubbing against her cheek,

the scent of foot sweat and semen mingling with the silk-stockinged fabric, coating her tanned, alluring face. Elisa
didn't flinch; instead, she turned her head and extended her long, bright red tongue to

lick the mixture off her silk-stockinged feet, meticulously cleaning every inch. The blush on her face clearly
showed her arousal from witnessing the lewdness between the two.

"Hehehe... Elisa, this is your favorite essence... Hehehe, hurry up, it's so itchy, you
still have to drive... Oh... It's so itchy."

"Hmph... It's not the first time, but brother-in-law's essence is really great, I can never get tired of it." After saying that, she
still licked her thick lips with lingering satisfaction.

Crazy... They've all gone crazy... This was the only thought in Fukada's mind. The lewd
behavior made Fukada's brain rush with blood, and her vision went blank.

"Watch out, there's a car coming from the other side!" Fukada screamed as he regained consciousness.

Elisa didn't panic. Glancing at the veered lane out of the corner of her eye, she quickly shifted the steering wheel with one hand,
not hitting the brakes, but instead

accelerating in the opposite direction. The massive SUV in her hands was like a giant toy, drifting sideways past the oncoming truck. The front
of the SUV narrowly avoided the puddles, while the rear

splashed up a curtain of water on the rain-soaked road, soaking pedestrians. Ignoring the curses from the pedestrians
and the jeers from the oncoming truck, Elisa whistled

as she straightened the wheel and sped away.

The driver had a blast, but Fukada, the passenger, was in for a rough time. He was kneeling when the centrifugal force sent him slamming his back against the car door like
a

wild goose landing on the ground. Before he could even feel the dizziness, he was thrown forward like a dog scrambling for poop, crashing heavily onto the floor beneath his seat.

"Ugh..." Fukada groaned in pain, still disoriented.

"Honey, are you...are you alright?" Mayumi, disregarding her naked lower body, straddled Fukada's
head , bending down to try and lift him up. However,

the moving car made it difficult to exert force, and Fukada's body was quite heavy, so she couldn't lift him up for a moment.

Fukada shook his dizzy head, about to curse. But what he saw when he looked up was a hairless, muddy genital
area, with glistening droplets of fluid clinging to it

. Two pink labia parted slightly in the air, as if silently tempting him.

Looking at that alluring and familiar vulva, Fukada, as if possessed, stuck out his rough tongue and licked
the droplets of fluid clinging to the labia. It was a little pungent, with Mayumi's

unique fresh scent, and the salty smell of his own semen. The mixed smell of the fluid reignited
Fukada's desire, and his semi-erect penis, which had just ejaculated,

became erect again.

"Oh..." Mayumi gasped in surprise from the sudden attack.

It's said that a woman's moans during sex are the best aphrodisiac. Fukada, blinded by lust, ignored the pain, gripping Mayumi's snow-white, full thighs
with both hands . His large mouth

pressed against her trembling labia, his rough tongue scraping against her flesh. Each stroke sent shivers down Mayumi's
spine, raising goosebumps all over her body. His tongue

forcefully parted her labia, pressing against her clitoris, which was red and the size of a peanut, and began to skillfully explore it. His two
thick fingers then slipped into her wet vagina, probing every

sensitive spot inside.

"Oh...no...don't...husband...oh..." Mayumi cried out, but her body
betrayed her. Her wet crotch pressed tightly against Fukada

's face, and she grabbed his head, pulling it inside. Her writhing body seemed to want to meld Fukada inside her.
One hand gripped the back of the seat, her drooping head constantly resisting

the intense pleasure in her lower body.

"Oh...husband...ah...deeper...no. You're so naughty...don't lick there...
no...ah..." Under Fukada's skillful

tongue assault, Mayumi's trembling body gushed again in ecstasy, the surging tide of fluids
pouring wildly into Fukada's mouth along her tight vagina.

"Glug glug..." Fukada didn't mind at all, having prepared himself, he opened his mouth wide and greedily sucked up
the fragrant, slippery fluids, his lover's

fluids, he was willing to eat as much as he could.

"Hoo...husband, you've really killed me, this is the second time, I didn't expect you to get better and better, more and more
perverted." Mayumi slumped onto the seat

, trying to calm down from the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Slap...of course, under your training, I'll improve rapidly. Hehehe...wife,
you're not going to be unable to perform, are you? Look, my little brother is so hard

, come on, let's do it again." Fukada grinned lewdly, his large hands rubbing his hard penis.

"Hehehe...who's afraid of who? I'm afraid I'll drain you dry...hehehe...then
why don't come on over?" With that, Mayumi leaned against the door

, spreading her long, silk-stockinged legs wide. Her toes, hidden beneath the dark stockings, curled, revealing her alluring pink
vulva to Fukada. Her full

breasts rose and fell through her t-shirt, her thin red lips holding her slender fingers, her hazy eyes offering a silent invitation.

Looking at the familiar, captivating body before him, Fukada's heart skipped a beat. A surge of desire filled
his mind. "I want to fuck her...fuck her to death...

"

he roared, pouncing on Mayumi like a hungry tiger. He braced himself on the chair, letting her black and white silk-
stockinged legs dangle over his forearms, and thrust his hard penis

into her already wet vulva.

"Oh..." they both groaned in satisfaction. Fukada, his eyes bloodshot,
thrust penetrating the deepest

part of her vagina like a pile driver.

The tender flesh inside her vagina quickly enveloped his thick, hard penis under the stimulation, and scalding vaginal fluid repeatedly washed
over the sensitive glans, making Fukada feel incredibly good, so

good, even producing a tingling sensation.

"Oh...oh...husband, harder...harder...so big...so thick...I love your
big cock so much...oh..." Mayumi

cried out wantonly, her face flushed. Sometimes she closed her eyes tightly, sometimes she gripped the back of the seat with both hands,
arching her plump, snowy buttocks to match Fukada's frenzied thrusts

. For a moment, the creaking of the seat, Mayumi's moans, the sounds of flesh colliding, and
the howling wind mingled in the cramped car interior,

making one's blood boil. Through the rearview mirror, Elisa's alluring eyes frequently glanced at the intense battle behind the car, her
increasingly rapid breathing suggesting she desperately

wanted to join the fray.

Fukada treated Mayumi without mercy, employing no tricks, each thrust delivered with full force, knowing
how strong Mayumi's libido was—something

few men could resist. To conquer her, he had to charge, charge, and charge again with every thrust.

"I'm going to fuck you to death... I'm going to fuck you to death... Heh heh... I want to eat your stockinged feet, they're so tempting...
" Fukada's hips didn't stop thrusting, withdrawing...

One hand grasped Mayumi's stockinged feet and placed them in his mouth, sucking on each of her toes through the incredibly tactile stockings
.

"Husband...fuck...fuck me to death...ah...your is so big and swollen...my lower abdomen is going to
be pierced by you..."

After thrusting forcefully for dozens of rounds, Fukada picked Mayumi up, making her place her hands on the car door
glass , her feet on the floor and kneeling on the seat

, displaying her full, pert buttocks in a kneeling position before Fukada's eyes. He reached out and smeared a large amount of her
wet , lustful juices

onto his monstrous penis. This time, instead of choosing the overflowing vaginal opening, he thrust directly into the dry passage, his penis, mixed
with the moist vaginal juices, effortlessly penetrating the narrow anus.

"Oh... I'm dead... I'm in... Oh oh..." Mayumi's eyes were glazed over, her hands pressed tightly against the dark
privacy glass, her legs spread as wide as possible to endure

the monstrous impact of that enormous penis. She felt a burning pain in her anus, the thick, hot shaft
stimulating a nerve in her rectum. She could only use

the intestinal oil secreted by the pain to lubricate her anus and anal walls, squeezing his penis to slow his thrusts . Since Fukada's rebirth, he 　　was no longer the weakling he could do as he pleased
during sex . Every time they made love, they were evenly matched, each going to the brink of ecstasy. In the back-and-forth stalemate, 　　Mayumi slowly adapted to the suffocatingly large penis, the intestinal oil secreted in her rectum increased, and she gradually began to moan . 　　"Oh...husband...harder...oh...woo...it feels so good...woo..." Mayumi looked at the slowly receding scenery outside the car. The rain outside 　　was gradually subsiding, and she could clearly see pedestrians hurrying by with umbrellas. Every now and then, passersby would glance at the passing SUV, intentionally or unintentionally . Although she knew that the back side 　　window was privacy glass and that outsiders were unlikely to see clearly, Mayumi, with her hands supporting herself on the window, imagined being seen by others at this moment , imagining their astonished 　　and lewd gazes. She felt extremely stimulated, and her muddy, wet vagina kept contracting and expanding. Streams of clear, wet fluid flowed down her thighs and then onto the seat 　　and the floor. Her anus, being penetrated by Fukada, trembled and contracted even more violently, and a powerful suction naturally arose from the depths of her vagina, as if it wanted to squeeze the penis dry. 　　"Oh...oh...so good...fuck...fuck me to death...oh..." Mayumi moaned , the 　　act of being spied on and brutally fucked by her lover sending her to the highest heavens. 　　"Hehe...hahaha...you know how powerful your husband is, right? I'll fuck you to death, you little slut...hehe... " Fukada was also at his limit, panting heavily as he 　　thrust his ever-growing penis hard into her magical anus. He also inserted three fingers without mercy into her overflowing vagina and twisted them continuously. 　　"Ah...husband...I can't take it anymore...oh...you're fucking me to death...oh..." Mayumi twisted her body wildly, 　　the walls of her two orifices contracting repeatedly, constantly wrapping and squeezing the invading object. 　　"So tight...hehe..." Fukada felt he was on the verge of climaxing. He looked back blankly, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the exciting scene. In the driver 　　's seat, Elisa straddled the passenger seat with one long leg, gripping the steering wheel with one hand while the other reached down to her genitals, which were partially hidden by her short skirt, vigorously digging into her hairless 　　vulva. Her glazed eyes were fixed on the road ahead, while she occasionally glanced at the situation in the back seat through the rearview mirror. Her sensual, full lips moved in rhythmic moans and 　　groans, growing louder and louder with each of Mayumi's wanton cries. The car was soon filled with the lewd drama of the three, their unrestrained moans and roars so loud that pedestrians outside seemed 　　to notice, glancing in unison at the slowly moving vehicle. 　　"I...I can't hold back anymore...Hehe...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum to your death...Hehe..." Multiple stimulations caused Fukada to lose control of his ejaculation. His 　　taut body pressed against Mayumi's plump buttocks, and his hard penis ejaculated a thick stream of semen in her intense orgasm . Not a drop of his semen was wasted 　　; it was completely absorbed, and the amount was astonishing. Mayumi's lower abdomen swelled slightly, and her reward was another orgasm in her alluring vagina. Under Fukada's released fingers, 　　a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, directly hitting Fukada's thighs. Several intense orgasms left Mayumi exhausted, her sexy red lips only able to weakly moan softly 　　... 　　... 　　After the rain, the city center of Tokyo became bustling again. Because it was a day off, there were many pedestrians on the streets. Various stylish and scantily clad handsome men and beautiful women 　　leisurely strolled through the prosperous shops, enjoying the relaxation of the holiday. No one cared that a SUV was weaving through the streets. 　　In a residential area, a middle-aged woman with curly hair, wearing a loose floral coat, was walking down a narrow alley carrying a bag of meat and vegetables. Her face, full of wrinkles, was humming 　　a tune no one could understand, and she seemed to be in a good mood. Just as she reached a small building and was about to go up the stairs, 　　a screeching sound of brakes rang out. Turning around, she saw a large black SUV parked in front of her building. 　　"Auntie..." "Landlady..." A man and two women got out of the car. Upon closer inspection , she recognized them. A smile spread across the woman's face, especially as she looked at 　　the beautiful woman with dark hair walking quickly ahead; her eyes were filled with kindness. 　　"Auntie, how have you been? I've missed you so much!" The woman with dark hair took her arm, pouting like a little girl. 　　"Alright, alright... Yumi, my dear girl, let Auntie take a look at you. Ever since you were injured and left last time, I 've been worried about you all for a long time. Come, let me see you." After saying 　　that, she let go of the black-haired beauty's hand and stared intently at her body, scrutinizing her closely. The black-haired beauty couldn't stand the old woman's kind gaze, and her fair cheeks flushed red 　　. 　　Needless to say, they were Fukada, Mayumi, Elisa, and the landlady.

"Hey... Landlady, don't look at her like that. Yumi is my wife, after all." Fukada felt the landlady
's gaze was strange and couldn't help but speak up.

"Hmph... Fukada, are you still alive? You're lucky. What do you mean, 'your wife'?
How could a good-for-nothing like you be worthy of my daughter? I don't know

what good deeds you did in your past life that such a beautiful and gentle woman would fall for you." The landlady
looked at .

"Of course, my wife, well, she's beautiful, no doubt about it, and as for gentleness... cough cough... of course she's gentle and
considerate , cough cough..." Fukada was quick to speak his mind and

almost blurted out what he really wanted to say: "My wife is domineering and has nothing to do with gentleness, especially in bed."
But seeing Mayumi's murderous gaze, he had to change his words

, especially when that gaze swept over his groin, making him involuntarily squeeze his legs together.

"Auntie, let's ignore this fool. By the way, Auntie, you were amazing last
time ! You

single-handedly stunned all those assassins. I admire you so much!" Elisa, not wanting to be left out, stepped forward and took the landlady's other hand.

"Hehehe... Of course! Those clowns were nothing. Humph, even if there were
twice as many of them, they wouldn't be a match for me." It was clear

the landlady was quite pleased with the two pretty girls' flattery and started boasting in return, since it was tax-free.

"By the way, what happened to you all later? Hmm, it's not convenient here. Let's go upstairs and talk. There are too many people here
." The landlady cautiously looked around, and only after confirming that

no one else was watching did she lead them upstairs.

Once inside the landlady's house, she had the three of them sit on the sofa in the living room, poured each of them
a glass of water, and then went to the altar in the corner.

On the altar was a portrait of a man. The landlady lit three sticks of incense and placed them in the incense burner,
then began to whisper incantations to the photograph.

"You rascal! I finally found the Suzuki family's orphan! She's doing well now and has a
boyfriend who treats her well, even though he's not very good-looking

. You can rest in peace now..."

"Bang..." The landlady heard the sound of a water glass shattering behind her. She turned around and
saw Mayumi standing behind her, her hands covering

her mouth, her wide eyes brimming with tears, her delicate body trembling involuntarily. It was no wonder Mayumi was so emotional;
after all the hardship of finding news of her parents,

how could she not be?

"Yumi, don't get so emotional. Sit back down. Don't worry, I'll tell you about your past later."
The landlady's eyes were filled with pity.

Fukada came over and put her arm around Mayumi's shoulder, sitting down opposite the landlady with Elisa. The landlady looked at
the sorrowful Mayumi and sighed deeply,

finally steeling herself to tell her about her past.

"Yumi, you need to be mentally prepared."

"Yes, I know, don't worry, Auntie, please tell me."

"Your real name isn't Mayumi, it's Suzuki Nayuki. You're
the only child of Suzuki Aomatsu, your father. Your mother's name is Chiyama Yuu. Now,

I'll tell you the details." The landlady took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a deep puff
of smoke. The white smoke blurred her face

, and she seemed to be transported back to over a decade ago.

From the landlady's narration, it was learned that her mother's family, the Chiyama family,
was a prominent family in the post-war military,

and Chiyama Yuu was the sole heir of that generation. Her father, Suzuki Aomatsu, was from a commoner background. While serving in the army,
he met Chiyama Yuu, the eldest daughter of the Chiyama family, by chance

. They fell in love, and the rest of the story was quite melodramatic.
The two were from vastly different social classes. The Chiyama family, of course, could not

allow their sole heir to marry a commoner. They wanted someone of equal social standing, someone who could bring benefits to their
family . They even secretly arranged marriages

with several promising young men with considerable influence in the military. Unfortunately, Chiyama Rou, determined to be with Suzuki Seimatsu,
eloped with him and became pregnant. When the Chiyama

family finally found the couple, they discovered the pregnancy and threatened her with their lives.
Chiyama Rou's parents, ultimately forced to offend those families

, allowed the couple to be together, but this also sowed the seeds of future trouble for the Chiyama family. After accepting
Suzuki Seimatsu, Chiyama Rou's parents arranged for him to serve as a sergeant in an army region

. Suzuki Seimatsu lived up to their expectations, completing numerous missions successfully and
earning widespread praise within the military. Through his tireless efforts

and with the overt and covert assistance of the Chiyama family, his rank rose remarkably quickly,
skipping several levels in just a few months to become a lieutenant, hailed as

a rising star in the military. During this time, Suzuki Aomatsu frequently interacted with
Onizuka (the landlady's husband

), the deputy head of a group in the military intelligence bureau, and they often went on missions together. The two became close friends
,

a remarkable development for an agent accustomed to a life of darkness and psychological distortion. Later, Suzuki Nayuki was born, and the Onizuka couple made an exception and came to congratulate her. The landlady
adored the

beautiful baby, even giving her her family heirloom jade pendant—the same pendant Mayumi always wore
. To outsiders, the man was young and promising,

the woman virtuous and kind—a model family. Unfortunately, their good fortune was short-lived. Just as Suzuki
Seimatsu was brimming with confidence and ready to make his mark, a nightmare descended upon them

. At that time, with the rise of factions within the military, when the powerful figure supporting the Chiyama family lost the support of other major
families and stepped down, their

rivals took power. As one of the leading supporters, the Chiyama family inevitably faced a purge.
Each was extremely turbulent.

Compared to civilian officials who could at least survive and attempt a comeback after stepping down, the military was often the bloodiest, employing secret arrests, framing, and
even secret executions—things that ordinary people could never witness.

Yes. Choosing the wrong side during a power shift can be fatal, and the Chiyama family is a prime example. Their influence
was quickly purged from the military, with many being arrested

and killed. The evidence was simple: treason and bribery. Meanwhile,
the Suzuki family, at the eye of the storm, remained remarkably calm. However, Suzuki Seimatsu

knew all too well that a brutal purge would eventually befall him, because he was one with the Chiyama family.
That day soon arrived. He received orders

to lead a small force to infiltrate a small Southeast Asian country to hunt down a cult that had been operating
in Japan for a long time. Frankly, for a professional

soldier, dealing with cult members who seemed like江湖草莽 (jianghu caomang, meaning unsavory characters in martial arts novels) was like using a cannon to kill a mosquito—a waste of
talent . He sensed a conspiracy in this mission

, but military orders were paramount, and soldiers were duty-bound to obey. Moreover, the intelligence team he was working with this time
wasn't the familiar Onizuka group. Left with no other choice, he

accepted the mission abroad. Before parting with his wife, he instructed her that if
anything , he hoped she would take their daughter and leave

this dangerous place as soon as possible. He had already paved the way for his wife and child to escape abroad, hoping they could
live . In the days that followed, Chiyama Yu spent endlessly waiting and hoping

for her husband's return, but what she received was devastating news. One day, one of her husband's loyal subordinates
returned from abroad and told her that Suzuki Aoyama had been killed

. Upon hearing the news of her husband's death, Chiyama Yu was struck dumb, collapsing to the ground, tears streaming down her face. Her
long-held fear and anxiety had finally become a reality. After she stopped

crying and repeatedly questioned him, the subordinate finally revealed the reason. Suzuki Aoyama's death was due to flawed
intelligence . Facing

armed members of a terrorist organization—who were actually part of a cult—possessing a large arsenal of lethal weapons and extensive combat experience, their small unit was
caught off guard and surrounded, quickly suffering

heavy casualties. Suzuki Aoyama sustained multiple gunshot wounds, but he fought to the death, ordering his only remaining subordinate to break through the
encirclement return home to tell his

wife to escape, while he would cover their retreat. His subordinate also didn't want to retreat, but after Suzuki Aoyama's desperate pleas,
he finally decided to leave the battlefield. However, he didn't completely

leave; instead, he circled around and lay in ambush in an unnoticed shadow. It was this action that allowed him to witness a
shocking scene: the severely wounded Suzuki Aoyama lay in a pool of blood

, but he was still alive. At that moment, a familiar figure emerged from the group of terrorists —it was none other than 　　Kono Yuhei, the head of the intelligence unit who had been cooperating
with their small unit .

Kono Yuhei calmly walked to Suzuki Aoyama's
side , knelt down, and said something. Then

, a sinister smile appeared on his face. He drew his pistol and
fired several shots at the severely wounded Suzuki Aoyama's head. The blood spurted out and stained his subordinate's eyes.

He wanted nothing more than to rush out and kill this beast who had caused their entire army's annihilation, but reason held him
back to the mission his superior had given him before his death. He quietly

fled the scene. Knowing the cause of her husband's death, Chiyama Yu was utterly devastated and devoid of any will to live. Her daughter was her
only remaining thought. She knew her enemies would not let her and her

child go and would surely kill them to silence them. She did not choose the escape route her husband had left behind, because it was a
meticulously planned conspiracy, and they would not allow them

to escape easily. Escaping with her daughter would only harm her. So, after secretly placing her daughter in an orphanage
, she secretly met with the Onizuka couple and told them what she knew,

hoping they would secretly take care of her daughter at the orphanage.

At this point, the landlady threw away her cigarette, then lit another,
disappearing into the smoke.

"Auntie, what happened to my mother later... what happened to her?" Although she knew the final outcome,
Mayumi still harbored a sliver of hope.

"Later, after your mother left, she was taken away by the military to assist in an investigation. She died mysteriously in prison.
The official cause of death was suicide, but my husband,

Onizuka, disregarded my objections and insisted on investigating privately. He eventually used his resources to discover that your mother
didn't die by suicide but from highly radioactive substances,

with no visible wounds. Heh... unfortunately, what good is knowing? He also died a violent death afterward,
and as for me, as you know, I was placed under house arrest and surveillance by the intelligence agency

until recently. When I went to the orphanage to look for you, I learned that you had been secretly
taken away more than ten years ago and had been missing ever since." The landlady's tone

was calm, as if she were talking about something unrelated to herself. Perhaps her grief was enough, but the hatred was buried
deep within her heart. Without absolute certainty, she wouldn't

act rashly.

"Waaah..." Mayumi burst into tears. Years of searching and waiting had ended in utter devastation,
her family destroyed . Sitting beside her, Fukada and Elisa also

wore angry expressions. Fukada couldn't believe such darkness and cruelty existed in the world, a
complete departure from the principles of moderation he'd been taught. But at this moment, all he could do was

comfort his beloved, urging her to emerge from the shadows.

"Cry... let it all out, don't bottle it up," the landlady said emotionally.

Mayumi gripped Fukada's large hand, bending over and sobbing uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face and
thighs. Her slender hands, bulging with veins from the effort, gripped

Fukada so tightly they bled, but he didn't utter a sound. He gently patted her back, softly comforting her.
Mayumi cried for a long time before finally stopping. She looked up

, her bloodshot eyes filled with hatred and resentment as she stared at the landlady.

"Auntie, I want to know who killed my father and mother, and
where is that Kono Yuhei now?"

The landlady calmly looked at Mayumi, shook her head, and said, "To be honest, I don't know either. There are too many suspects,
and none of them are people or families you can afford to offend right now.

The destruction of the Chiyama family is related to the family that arranged the marriage for your mother, but you could also say it's not. When a wall
falls, everyone pushes it down. In the face of profit, all hatred becomes insignificant."

They also said it was all just fluff, and that they might have only been adding insult to injury. As for that Kono Yuhei,
I heard he transferred to the military after returning to Japan and then changed his name

. I have no information about him; otherwise, I would have personally taken care of him, since my death at Onizuka's hands
was largely due to him.”

“The military? If we contact Black Hawk, I wonder if he knows this person? After all, he wanted to
cooperate ,” Elisa interjected.

Her words were like a wake-up call. Mayumi and the landlady, caught in the middle of the situation, looked at Elisa,
a knowing .

"Elisa, thank you for reminding me, hmph. He must know where Kono Yuhei is. Even if he
doesn't, he can use his resources to investigate

. By the way, Nayuki, no, before we get our revenge, let's call you back, Yumi. I want to ask you about your experiences after you were taken away from the orphanage, and 　　what happened
after you left . I can see that Fukada not only escaped death but also gained immense power." The landlady turned to Mayumi and asked. 　　Mayumi and Fukada looked at each other affectionately, and then recounted their experiences bit by bit. The plot was convoluted , and the ending was bizarre. Listening to all 　　the shocking stories, the landlady's emotions were in turmoil. Mayumi's tragic past made her heart clench, and although she knew she was still alive and well, she still looked nervous 　　. When she heard that Fukada had been reborn because of returning to Mayumi's womb, she exclaimed in disbelief, because this was beyond her comprehension. 　　"Auntie, although I've never met my parents, I still want to visit their burial place. I hope you can take me there." 　　"It's late now, can we go tomorrow?" The landlady glanced at the streetlights already twinkling outside the window. 　　"No, I don't want to wait a moment longer." A resolute expression appeared on Mayumi's stunningly beautiful face… 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　To be continued

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