[Fighting against Japanese women, bringing glory to the nation]

"Fighting a Japanese Woman, Winning Glory for the Nation" It was a day in August 2003. Feeling

bored , I called a close friend from university. Over dinner, we discussed going to a

bar on Maoming Road called "Ala Shanghai." This bar was mostly frequented by foreigners. A few days earlier, I had a passionate encounter with a Russian woman in Hong Kong

. Due to insufficient preparation, I was completely overwhelmed by her powerful onslaught and surrendered in less than five minutes.

I felt deeply ashamed and embarrassed for my country, and I had always wanted to find another opportunity to win glory for my country and wash

away the shame. After dinner, my friend and I returned to my workplace and went to the chemistry lab to retrieve some liquid—

I won't reveal what it was for now.

We arrived at the bar around 10 PM. For some unknown reason, the bar was already completely occupied by a group of

foreigners , who were drinking, singing, and partying. Left with no other option, I looked around and found a small

round table It was only two millimeters across, and the lighting was too dim to see clearly, but in that situation, my motto

was "any table will do." My friend and I went over, nodded to the two millimeters, and said, "Let's share a table,"

before casually sitting down without paying any attention to their reaction.

After the drinks were served, I occasionally raised my glass and exchanged glances with the familiar band member, and sometimes

belted out a few songs with the band, finding it quite enjoyable.

When I sat down, I noticed the two millimeters at the table had short hair. I've never been interested in short-haired women,

especially today, burdened with the responsibility of washing away shame and bringing glory to the country. My attention was entirely focused

on the blonde woman dancing on stage. Suddenly, a ghostly voice drifted over, sounding like it came from my deskmate. Upon closer

listening , it was indeed the language of the Japanese. A thought struck me, and I nudged my mischievous friend. We exchanged a knowing, cunning

, and lewd smile – "Chinese women who have been harmed by the Japanese, today we will avenge you!"

My friend and I quickly turned to face the two female ghosts and began our fierce confrontation. To be honest, these two ghosts

were rather plain-looking; I can't even remember what they looked like now. But I knew we were here for revenge, and with my

Western classmate surrounded by a group of foreigners, these two Japanese ghosts couldn't be let go.

My friend and I started greeting the two ghosts in English, engaging in simple conversation. Frankly, the Japanese's

English was terrible; their pronunciation often left us bewildered. Finally, we learned that these two ghosts were language students from

East China Normal University, who had been in China for three months. Their Chinese was passable, albeit with some

stuttering, but compared to their English, it was like heaven and hell.

My friend and I are both quite handsome. My friend even showed off his well-developed

muscles from the gym. Under the influence of alcohol, the two women were already tipsy. Upon seeing my friend's muscles, they

exclaimed , "Wow!" Damn, that was the effect I wanted.

With my friend's rambling and enthusiastic encouragement, the two women were completely drunk. They each grabbed one of them, huddled in a dark

corner and flirted and laughed. "Ya mai dai, ya mai dai" could be heard from time to time. After a while, they

were kissing openly in the bar, oblivious to everyone else.

Seeing that it was getting late, I suggested going to a hotel to rest, explaining that the two women were too drunk to be trusted and

would be laughed at at school. Without a second thought, the women readily agreed. After arriving at the hotel

and checking into the room, I told the female ghost to go take a bath first, and righteously refused the ghost's request to bathe together.

Why? Hehe, you'll find out in a moment.

After a while, the Japanese soldier came out wrapped in a bath towel. I quickly rushed into the bathroom, washed quickly, and

took out the two small bottles of liquid I had taken from the chemistry lab earlier that day—one bottle of glycerin and one bottle of benzocaine (

a type of male enhancement drug). I quickly mixed the glycerin and benzocaine in a 20:1 ratio, applied it to my penis

, and lingered in the bathroom a little longer to allow the drug to fully absorb. Feeling well-equipped

(Durex fruit-scented) and fully prepared, I strode out of the bathroom and pounced on the female ghost on the bed…

After some foreplay and flirting, I thrust in, shouting in my heart: "Down with Japanese imperialism!

" "Long live the Chinese people!" I secretly glanced at my watch; the timer started… Half an hour later,

I was still showing no signs of fatigue. The female ghost was limp on the bed, only able to moan weakly. Damn it, I came here

today to avenge my country; how could I be soft-hearted? I helped the female ghost up, adopted the rear-entry position, and continued to ravage her…

…

After a while, because of the tightness in the doggy style position, I almost ejaculated. No, I

immediately distracted myself, visualizing the Nanjing Massacre by the Japanese invaders while mentally chanting, "The broadsword

falls on the heads of the Japanese devils!" Having overcome this hurdle, I picked her up and slammed her face down

on the bed. I viciously mounted her again, using the same force the Japanese used to rape my women, and

ravaged her for about 20 minutes. The woman was barely breathing, unable even to moan. A

sense of vengeful satisfaction welled up inside me, and I felt completely relaxed. However, I no longer had the urge to ejaculate (perhaps

the concentration I prepared today was a bit too high). I stopped ravaging her and carried her to the bathroom to wash.

Stimulated by the hot water, she finally regained some strength, and I fed her a piece of chocolate.

Lying in bed, she asked me, "Are all Chinese people this powerful?" I suppressed a laugh and told him I wasn't

the best . Seeing the ghost's surprised expression, I inwardly burst into laughter—fellow countrymen, I've fulfilled

my duty as a Chinese!

The ghost later told me that when I threw her hard on the bed and then pounced on her,

she thought I was very manly and seemed to have fallen for me.

Unbelievable! Those Japanese are just perverts, speechless… The next morning she had class, so she called her

friend from the next room and rushed off to school. I naturally "forgot" to give her my contact information. I went to my friend's

room next door, saw his sly grin, and understood: yesterday we both brought glory to our country.

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