[Ninja Kill] (Chapter 4) Author: fqcc

Author: fbcc
Word Count: 10310
Chapter 4: The Infiltration of Light and Darkness, A War of Infernal Affairs
Mayumi slept soundly and peacefully, without even dreaming. Since the age of five, she had
lived a nightmare every day. After escaping from a deserted island, she lived a life of hiding and running, or murder and trafficking. Every midnight,
she would wake up in terror from her nightmares, and her modified body caused her unbearable pain, especially on the night of the full moon…
When she woke up, Fukada was no longer by her bedside.
“Right, that idiot said he started work today, he’s probably already gone.” Mayumi
muttered to herself, looking at the neatly made bed.
Just then, she heard Fukada arguing with a woman outside. Out of curiosity, Mayumi immediately put on Fukada’s coat to cover her beautiful figure, then opened the door to look outside. She saw a 　　middle-aged woman blocking Fukada’s way inside the room,
dressed neatly . 　　“Landlady, why is there no water?” Fukada asked helplessly. 　　"No water? Water is free! If you don't pay your rent, don't tell me there's no water, I'll even cut off your electricity!" 　　The landlady yelled viciously at Fukada. 　　Through the gap in Fukada's body, Mayumi could see the landlady's appearance clearly. The landlady was a 　　fat, middle-aged woman with a face full of fat and a lot of fat. Her messy, wavy short hair was clipped with several red and green curling irons 　　. She wore a loose-fitting short-sleeved floral pajama top, revealing her thick arms and short legs. She wore a pair of cheap 　　plastic slippers. Even more bizarrely, she glared with wide eyes, hands on her hips, and a cigarette dangling from her mouth 　　. She was the epitome of a shrew. (Author's note: As an aside, I'm borrowing the image of the landlady from Stephen Chow's movies here. Having 　　grown up watching his films, all his works are deeply ingrained in my memory.) 　　"Can you give me a break? I just found a job, I'll pay next month, okay? I have to go to work now, please 　　." Fukada smiled bitterly. Life is tough, money talks. 　　"No way, nobody's okay. You have to pay the rent today, or 　　I'll move out." The landlady ignored Fukada's request and remained adamant. Just as the two were at an impasse 　　, Mayumi's voice came from behind. 　　"Fukada-kun, have you forgotten you won a third prize in the lottery yesterday? Why don't you have money to pay the rent?" 　　Mayumi, with a bare face, appeared between the two. 　　"Is...really? I don't remember." Fukada looked blank, completely forgetting that he won 　　the lottery yesterday. Had he lost his memory...? 　　"Oh, Auntie, don't mind this idiot. Here's two months' rent and utilities. Please count it." 　　With that, Mayumi handed a stack of colorful banknotes to the landlady. Looking at the suddenly appearing 　　, beautiful girl, the landlady's mind was also a mess. When did Fukada, this "three-nothing, three-lost youth," get involved with 　　such a pretty girl? Although she was puzzled, the banknotes in her hand were still steamed, not boiled. 　　Her eyes lit up, and she quickly counted them, then they disappeared from her hand like magic, leaving Mayumi and Fukada 　　dumbfounded. 　　"Wow, Auntie, your skin is so good. How do you take care of it?" Mayumi was the first to react, grabbing the 　　landlady's hand and acting like they were old friends. 　　"Hehe, I didn't realize you had such good taste, girl. Hehe, Auntie really went all out!" What woman doesn't 　　love beauty? What woman doesn't love being praised? Even a quirky landlady is no exception. 　　"Oh, no wonder Auntie looks so young. You should teach Mayumi, let me learn a bit, 　　otherwise what if that idiot despises me when I get old?" Mayumi acted like a little girl, making 　　Fukada, standing beside her, break out in a cold sweat. Was this still the fierce woman he had rescued? Everyone says women are born to 　　act, but this is too much! More skilled than an Oscar-winning actress, lying without even flinching 　　. Of course, he didn't know Mayumi's past. If he knew that acting was an essential part of her survival and killing 　　, he wouldn't think this way. But it was still a bit too exaggerated. Looking at the landlady's fleshy, smiling face, 　　he couldn't even stand it anymore. 　　"Oh dear, don't say that. By the way, who is that silly... no. Fukada's person?" Despite her cheerful demeanor 　　, the landlady still harbored doubts. She wouldn't just let a stranger rent her place. 　　"Me? I'm Fukada-kun's childhood sweetheart from Kosaka. He hasn't come back to see me in a long time, 　　and I was afraid he'd find another woman, so I came to Tokyo to find him these past two days. 　　Right, Fukada-kun?" Mayumi blushed shyly, but her small hands reached for Fukada's waist, twisting it forcefully. 　　"Yes, yes... that's it." Fukada felt a sharp pain in his waist, but dared not say no, sweating profusely 　　as he echoed the king of drama. 　　"I see. Fukada, you little rascal, you've got quite the nerve! You have such a beautiful girlfriend and you don't even bring her along. Be careful 　　she runs off with someone else, you won't even have time to cry." The landlady squinted, teasing Fukada. 　　"Yes...yes...it was my fault. You...you two chat, I have to go to work. If I don't go now, 　　I'll be late on my first day." Fukada didn't dare to say another word, only wanting to get away as quickly as possible. 　　"Okay, go ahead. I'll chat with Auntie a bit more. Come home early after work, okay? I'll have dinner ready for you." The landlady 　　nodded repeatedly, her coyness like that of a young wife. 　　"Okay, I will." For some reason, hearing Mayumi's words warmed his heart, and he felt full 　　of strength. 　　"Auntie, let's go shopping later. Yesterday I passed by a clothing store and saw a few outfits 　　that would suit you. Also, I think there's a really nice imported cosmetics store in the mall next door. Let's go check it out later..." 　　Mayumi grabbed the landlady's thick arm and started chatting with her casually. The eternal 　　topics between women are either family, clothes, or cosmetics, so the two of them became familiar with each other. 　　Seeing how familiar they were, Fukada shook his head, turned around and went out. As soon as he stepped out the door, he was blocked by someone. 　　"Oh, Fukada-kun, where are you going so early? Eh? And...who's that beautiful woman?" The speaker was 　　a tall, strong man named Kudo, 28 years old, a truck driver for a freight company, who was with Fukada.

He was a tenant here, a single man, addicted to gambling and womanizing. He frequented cheap
nightclubs to relieve himself and was a notorious spendthrift. He used to have a girlfriend who
left him because she couldn't stand his flaws. After becoming single again, he became even more promiscuous. For some reason, he was closer to Fukada
and often came to Fukada's house to study their private collection of adult films, though Fukada never went to the nightclubs with him.
"Fukada-kun, who is this?" Mayumi smiled broadly, her bare face as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water.
"I... I'm Kudo, I'm... I'm Fukada's good friend. Hehe..." Kudo was surprised by Mayumi
's beauty and couldn't even speak properly, his eyes wide with astonishment.
"My name is Mayumi, I'm Fukada's childhood friend and girlfriend. Hello, Kudo-nii." She extended her small hand
and shook hands with Kudo. Feeling the soft, smooth skin, Kudo was overcome with lust and his face froze.
Accustomed to men's lustful gazes, Mayumi knew exactly what he was thinking. A casual glance from her alluring eyes
sent shivers down his spine, drool dripping like a lecherous pig.
"Slap..." "Oh..." A large, fan-like hand slapped his lecherous face
hard, slamming his head against the wall. Needless to say, the owner of that hand was the landlady. She said viciously,
"You bastard! You're already touching a pretty girl! She's your sister-in-law. If you have any designs on her, I'll chop off your little
pecker and make you the last eunuch. Also, your rent is due, pay it now..."
Before the landlady could finish, a "whoosh..." was heard, and Kudo's tall figure disappeared before their eyes, only
his distant voice saying, "In two... days..."
...
In a 25-story building in the city center of Tokyo, a large number of office workers
hurried in and out, their faces flushed, their business seemingly very busy. This building was constructed by Rih-Sun
Technology, a company that has emerged in recent years. This mysterious company seems to have sprung up from nothing, producing and developing both military and civilian
electronic products. In the past year, it has expanded rapidly, acquiring numerous smaller companies
and taking on many military orders that originally belonged to Rih-Sun Technology. No one knows which power is behind it; even Rih-
Sun Technology dares not easily suppress it. Previously, Rih-Sun's heir had even attempted to hire "Ninja Assassination" to assassinate their leader
. Behind a large, luxurious executive desk in the 25th-floor office sat a dignified middle-aged man, reviewing documents. 　　"Knock knock knock..." A knock sounded
at the door . 　　"Come in..." The beautiful secretary inside opened the door, ushered the visitor in, and then discreetly closed 　　the office door and returned to the outer room. A stunningly beautiful, mature woman with red hair entered. A casual black 　　pantsuit tightly hugged her curvaceous figure, revealing half of her full, snow-white breasts through a low-cut white tank top 　　. Her long legs were clad in sheer black stockings, and her five-inch pointed black stilettos 　　clicked on the expensive carpet. Her cool, beautiful face and delicate skin seemed to defy her 　　age, as if time had never touched her. 　　Upon seeing her, the middle-aged man didn't remain seated. He put down his documents, left his desk, and strode to greet 　　her. 　　"My dear Ilya, what brings you here, my good friend? Come, come, have a seat." The middle-aged man 　　warmly invited the red-haired beauty to sit on the large sofa in the middle, then they sat facing each other. Ilya, without any 　　affectation, sat down gracefully, crossing her legs, just enough to conceal the glimpse of her shapely figure beneath her pantsuit. 　　"Onoshi, you're the chairman now, how come you have no sense of responsibility? Still so glib?" 　　Holding the teacup in front of her, Ilya frowned her beautiful brows. 　　"Hehe, it's because I missed you, isn't it? Okay, enough joking. I'm sure you came in person this time because 　　there are some instructions from above." Onoshi pointed to his head in the air, his expression turning serious. 　　"Hmm, the higher-ups want to know how your covert acquisition of shares in Rixin Technology is going. After all, supplies are 　　crucial before an army marches on its stomach, and the base's operation relies heavily on funds, which is one of our most important targets." 　　"Yes, it's progressing smoothly. We've secretly acquired a large number of shares from retail investors on the stock market, and 　　we've also won over their shareholders. We now hold about 35% of the shares, enough to hold a 　　shareholders' meeting, but not enough to control the decision-making process. A few of their die-hard shareholders are incredibly stubborn and won't let go. 　　You know they have connections in the military, so we don't dare push them too far." 　　"Not enough, not fast enough. The organization is being suppressed too severely right now, forced to remain in the eastern and central regions, engaging in 　　small-scale sabotage. Simply using faith to win over those fanatical followers isn't enough; without money, everything is 　　meaningless. The higher-ups have given a death order: you must take control of Rixin Technology within a month, or you'll have to commit suicide 　　and be replaced. After all, the base has no shortage of talent." Ilya's tone grew increasingly stern as she spoke. 　　"The higher-ups can't possibly let me launch a takeover war recklessly. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, and given 　　their long-standing strength, I really don't have the confidence to acquire enough shares. I might as well just kill myself now 　　." Ono Shi looked helpless, but a cunning glint flashed in his eyes. He didn't believe that the base had sent 　　Ilya this time without any assistance. As a highly intelligent old fox, he wasn't the 　　type to cast his net without seeing bait. 　　Ilya knew exactly what he was thinking, and could only reveal part of her own hand to 　　get this old fox to do what he wanted. 　　"Of course I won't let you do this alone. Let me tell you, besides financial assistance, the military has already started 　　working on things. Because of the change of leadership there, the hawks who support us are gaining power, and the backer of Rixin Technology is about to step down 　　. Their influence will soon be purged, and I'm here to help you eliminate Rixin's surrounding forces so 　　you can focus all your energy on dealing with Fujita Daio. So you can rest assured." 　　"Don't worry, absolutely don't worry. Hahaha..." After receiving confirmation, Ono Shi laughed heartily. 　　Ilya looked rather helpless. 　　"By the way, I heard a few days ago that you had an operation where many of your men died. What happened? I heard that even Fujita..."

"Tatarou and his ilk both met untimely deaths." Ilya, unable to tolerate the smug look on his face, changed the subject.
"Yes, according to our intelligence, we tracked down Number 2 and Number 8, whom we've been searching for for a long time.
They seemed to be on an assassination mission. Our people originally wanted to sneak up on them, but they
were discovered by the bodyguards guarding the area, so we had to attack by force. According to the feedback at the time, Number 8 escaped, while Number 2 was
shot by our sniper and fell to the bottom of the valley, but her body was never found afterwards. I believe she is still alive."
"Hmm? She won't die so easily, after all, she was created by Dr. Yad. By the way, is there any
news of him? Our research is going very poorly right now. Last time, we were attacked by several countries, and Devil's Island was leveled.
The researchers at the base suffered heavy casualties, almost all of them were wiped out. And Dr. Yad and his assistant were
kidnapped by those two bitches, which ruined our cyborg project. Even using the few remaining cyborgs for reverse engineering
, we haven't succeeded in a single case; it's been almost all failures. The most important thing now is to find Dr. Yad and his assistant
, otherwise the general's ambition will be a long way off." A hint of worry appeared on Ilya's cold, beautiful face
. "Sigh, there's a traitor within our ranks. Otherwise, how could the Allied Forces have accurately located 　　Demon Island
in the vast ocean ? Have you found the traitor yet?" 　　"We're looking, and we believe we'll find him soon. Hmph, where wouldn't there be traitors? Don't our members infiltrate 　　the governments and armies of various countries? Some have even risen to high positions. It's just that the General was a bit too overconfident this time. 　　The cyborg from yesterday was seriously injured. How is he now? We can't afford the loss. Also, this time I brought a large number of strongmen 　　to protect your safety." 　　"Hmph, protect me? Let's monitor him. But then again, I wouldn't feel at ease with such a large flow of funds. As 　　for the two of them, we treated them after they escaped. Number 9 is fine, but Number 12's injuries were more serious. 　　We used a lot of special medicine to save her life. She should be recovering now. Well, since we're 　　free now, let's go see her. Please." Ono stood up and made a very gentlemanly invitation. Ilya 　　didn't refuse, swaying her hips, and in her high heels, she took Ono's arm and walked out of the office. Feeling 　　the alluring figure of the beautiful woman beside him and the aphrodisiac scent of her expensive perfume, Onoshi's lower body involuntarily hardened 　　. As if sensing his reaction, Ilya pressed his arm even tighter against her chest. 　　They walked to the monitoring room at the end of the corridor, a 24/7 monitoring room. The guards inside 　　opened the door upon seeing Onoshi, and the two entered the inner secret room. They pressed a hidden button on the wall, 　　revealing a keypad and a facial recognition sensor. After confirming the password and facial recognition, an elevator door appeared on the wall. They entered and went down to 　　the building's basement. After exiting the elevator, there was another long corridor lined with heavily armed soldiers 　　. They saluted the two, then resumed their cold demeanor, gripping their automatic rifles tightly, demonstrating the high level of security. 　　After entering the password again, they entered a spacious room with multiple monitoring screens and a floor-to- 　　ceiling blast-proof glass wall on one side. They stood in front of the glass wall, the view outside coming into view. 　　Inside were several wooden execution racks, their design rather unusual, wide wooden slots capable of trapping 　　a person inside. Two strong, fierce-looking bald men were strapped to the racks; their faces were contorted with menace, 　　clearly not benevolent. Now, trapped in the slots, they were completely naked, spread-eagled, their eyes bloodshot, panting 　　heavily. Most bizarrely, their penises were erect, a full 25 centimeters long and 6 centimeters thick, the swollen 　　glans constantly oozing clear pre-ejaculate. Their enormous scrotums contracted and expanded, indicating extreme 　　arousal. 　　"Hmm? What's wrong with them? Hehe, so big, but so abnormal." Outside the glass, Ilya stared 　　wide-eyed at their genitals. Although a seasoned womanizer, the sight of such impressive size still 　　stirred her desire, and her own genitals began to overflow with lust. Ono smelled the lewd atmosphere around him. 　　He knew what was going on, but he pretended not to know anything, though his lower body involuntarily became erect. 　　"Hmm, those two are death row inmates we bribed in prison. They're both strong. They were injected 　　with a newly developed sperm-stimulating agent. Don't underestimate that tiny dose; just 0.1 grams 　　can cause multiple men to experience a massive increase in hormones, resulting in ejaculation more than ten times their usual amount." 　　"Heh... ten times..." Ilya licked her sexy red lips. 　　At that moment, the iron door of the cell opened, and a woman with a voluptuous figure walked in under the dim light. 　　Her face was unusually pale beneath her short black hair, and her cold, oval face exuded an aura of death. Her eyes were unfocused. 　　Her upper body was completely naked, her large, snow-white breasts standing proudly on her chest. Lifelike dragon tattoos adorned her slender arms. However, 　　there was a 6-centimeter-diameter spiral-shaped indentation on her collarbone, clearly a surgical wound. 　　Between her flat right abdomen and ribs was a horrifying 5-centimeter-diameter hole, piercing through her body 　　and revealing her back. Surprisingly, no blood flowed from this severe penetrating wound, 　　and the hole was completely sealed. She wore a pair of long, black leather strappy high heels that reached above her thighs, 　　leaving her hairless genitals completely exposed. Clear, lustful fluid dripped from her glossy black labia as she walked. 　　"That's Number 12, who was severely injured yesterday? Looks like she's recovered quite well," Ilya remarked, watching 　　Number 12 enter with interest. 　　"Of course, although she wasn't a very successful cyborg, she was a success for us 　　because the higher-ups didn't want these killing machines to retain their own minds. I heard you were also modified in the end, hee 　　hee..." Onoshi answered Ilya while not forgetting to mock her. 　　"Really? Then do you think I'm successful?" Ilya reached out her slender hand to stroke Onoshi's erection 　　, making him even more uncomfortable. 　　"No, stop... let's look at Number 12 first." Onoshi didn't dare to do anything reckless; that was the general's woman. 　　He could only try to distract himself with words. 　　The two death row inmates in the cell looked at the beautiful Number 12, their limbs flailing wildly, making hoarse noises.

The animalistic cries indicated the drugs were taking effect and causing them great discomfort. Number 12 didn't hesitate. She walked to one of
the men, reached out her slender hand to squeeze his large scrotum, then moistened her genitals with the fluid and stroked his thick penis.
"Hah...hahaha." The condemned man felt incredibly comfortable being touched, letting out soft moans of pleasure.
Number 12 flattened the execution bed, silently raised her jade-like legs, straddled the condemned man, and guided his thick
penis against his glossy black labia. With a "whoosh," she thrust it in. The thirsty, lustful hole began to squeeze forcefully upon contact with the shaft
, a torrent of hot, lustful fluid gushing from deep within her vagina, soaking the entire penis in a fiery, tingling sensation.
"Ugh...hahaha..." The condemned man seemed to be experiencing ultimate bliss, drool seeping from his lips. Number 12
, her dark, luscious lips pressed against the condemned man's large mouth, and they began a frenzied French kiss, their intertwined tongues making wet,
wet sounds. Her snow-white breasts pressed tightly against his strong chest, the friction of her bright red nipples causing his pores to dilate.
Then, Number 12 arched her back, slamming into his lower body, and began thrusting several times faster than a normal person.
"Ugh...ugh..." The pleasure beyond his physical capacity stimulated the death row inmate's brain and nerves. His
face flushed red, and he opened his mouth, but Number 12's skillful tongue relentlessly pursued him, preventing him from making a sound. Normally, he
would have collapsed long ago. However, he had been injected with a drug, greatly increasing his body's sensitivity, but ejaculation was not so easy. Each
time the massive rod pierced to its hilt, Number 12 was clearly reaching climax. Sweat dripped from his pale face, his lifeless eyes began
to focus, his long, sharp nails dug deep into his arm flesh, causing blood to flow freely from the wounds. His thrusts became even more frenzied
and brutal, devoid of any finesse. His vaginal fluids flowed freely, the squeezing force of the vaginal walls increasing,
tearing the foreskin of the rod. The intense pain only fueled his excitement, and his hips thrust
upwards with Number 12's movements, the entire space filled with the sounds of their flesh and fluids colliding.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." With Number 12's continued thrusting, his body surface began to
ripple abnormally, surging downwards like waves, and his urethral opening widened,
spurting streams of semen deep into Number 12's cunt. Number 12 didn't move, but instead held his strong body tightly, her long, jade-like
legs clamping around his waist, rendering him immobile. Her black lips sucked on his rough tongue, while her glossy black labia
tightened and loosened, working in tandem with the walls of her flesh and the depths of her vagina to draw in his essence. The scalding semen continued to spurt for a long time,
and then Number 12's wounds miraculously closed slowly, her pale skin beginning to turn rosy...
"Pop." Number 12 released her tongue from his embrace, her upper body slowly arching back, her snow-white breasts
swaying in the afterglow of her orgasm, though her lower orifice was still connected to the death row inmate's raging penis. The death row inmate's face
was gaunt, his body devoid of color and thin, clearly almost drained of all his strength. He stared wide-eyed in
terror at the alluring body that had just been making love to him, panting heavily...
"You...you...ahhh..." Before the death row inmate could finish speaking, Number 12 began to rise and fall again. She
grasped his scrotum with her delicate hands, squeezing his testicles forcefully, bringing him back to a sliver of clarity and quickly
plunging him into ecstasy once more. There were still no fancy, mechanical thrusts, but this time it was far more intense than before.
The walls of his vagina hardened like steel, each thrust twisting his penis,
tearing the corpora cavernosa inside his massive member, stimulated by the drug. Whether it was a final burst of energy or the effects of the drug, his strength suddenly
became astonishing. He forcibly opened the iron hoops binding his hands, then reached out his withered, large hands to tightly grasp the size 12's
snow-white breasts, kneading them vigorously, while his lower body thrust upwards repeatedly, muttering incoherent curses.
"Fuck... I'll fuck you to death, you bitch... Fuck... Heh heh..."
"It hurts so much... you bitch... Fuck... I'll fuck you to death..." Ignoring the death row inmate's curses,
he increased the intensity and speed of his thrusts. Each thrust of his massive penis pierced her cervix. Her sensitive and
magical uterus gripped his glans tightly, emanating a powerful suction that could absorb even the soul. She
reached another climax, her body drenched in sweat, her fingernails digging into him until they bled.
"Ahhh... Heh heh..." His pent-up semen, along with flesh and blood, gushed out again. His face contorted
, his eyes glazed, and saliva dripped from his mouth. Meanwhile, Number 12 slowly lifted his body during his climax. The powerful
suction pulled his entire waist away from the concave position, and his flesh and blood disappeared at a visible speed, mixing with his
semen and spraying into Number 12's body. After continuous ejaculation, he too was completely desiccated in the climax of sex.
After the afterglow of her climax subsided, Number 12 slowly stood up. Her limp, fleshy penis lay
beside the mummified corpse's thigh, and her wounds had completely healed, revealing her fair skin once more.
"Tap," she said, her high-top leather shoes clicking as she stood on the ground, her lifeless eyes turning to the remaining death row inmates. Witnessing his
companion's death, he, consumed by lust, couldn't help but shudder.
"No...no...don't come any closer..." the death row inmate pleaded, shaking his bald head.
"Tap...tap..." Ignoring his pleas, Number 12 swayed her slender waist and walked to him
. In the dim light, she was like death itself, terrifying him, but her engorged lower body defied his
will, rising and falling slightly. She laid his rack flat, straddling his body with her alluring form, and then slowly
squatted down.
"No...no..." Watching her dark, glossy labia draw ever closer, he chose to shake his head repeatedly.
Seeing his resistance, Number 12 showed no pity, grabbing his head and slamming it against the wooden frame.
Once, twice… until he was dazed and powerless, she pressed her muddy, erotic vulva tightly against
his mouth and nose.
"Lick," a cold, lifeless voice entered the condemned man's ears. He dared not resist, and could only
lick her vulva with fervor, his head spinning. Miraculously, her dark labia seemed alive, sucking at his mouth, the suction from
within drawing his rough tongue inside. She stroked his bald head with one hand, her legs tightly clamped together, while
her other hand rubbed his testicle-like scrotum. Then, she moved slowly back and forth, pouring the semen mixed with blood and semen
into his throat and nostrils.
"Ugh…" The wetness robbed the condemned man of his breath; he could only swallow the semen in large gulps.
The pleasure in his lower body and the pressure on his head brought him both pain and pleasure. His tongue was numb, and
the pressure from the vaginal walls increased. With each thrust of Number 12, his tongue stretched to an extreme length,
like a taut bowstring. Finally, with a "snap," his tongue was brutally severed inside his vagina.
"Ugh..." The death row inmate, deprived of his tongue, was in excruciating pain, nearly fainting. Blood gushed from his mouth, soaking
Number 12's hairless genitals. Number 12 didn't let him go. She loosened her grip on his thighs, moved her waist to
his genitals, and her sharp high heels snapped the iron hoops binding his hands, freeing his upper body.
Her plump buttocks pressed against the thick, hard penis, completely engulfing it with her wrinkled anus. Then,
she arched her back, her tall black leather shoes encircling his neck and pulling him forcefully towards her, once, twice… Her slender waist
exerted disproportionate force, her anal walls, filled with intestinal oil, squeezing his thick, hard penis. He
vomited blood, "Ugh… ugh…" His upper and lower body involuntarily moved with Number 12. The blood staining Number 12
's delicate body further aroused her demonic nature. Her movements became faster and faster, and the suction and squeezing force inside her anus increased
. The condemned man's strong waist and neck began to crack and pop, his bones clearly starting to break
. His bloodshot eyes widened, helplessly cooperating with Number 12's squeezing.
"Ugh..." Finally, after a period of time, the death row inmate ejaculated for the last time in his life
. With a loud "crack," his waist slumped at an odd angle between his genitals.
He hadn't completely died; the deep inside his anus, flushed by the streams of semen, created an even stronger suction.
"Oh..." Number 12 let out her first groan of the day. The repeated orgasms
flushed her face, the pleasure of the torture filling every pore of her body. Her anus was like a
powerful pump, completely draining her the moment the death row inmate died...
...
"Is this Dr. Yad's masterpiece?" Ono Shi was dumbfounded after witnessing the entire torture. He couldn't
imagine that a human could be like this. The dead weren't scary; what was truly terrifying was the resentment and the pain of death.
"Hehe... How about it? Want to try their bodies? Hehe, that's quite a fun thing."
Ilya nestled her head on his shoulder, her delicate little hands restlessly rubbing his soft little brother. Hearing
Ilya's seductive voice, Onoshi shuddered. How could he dare to easily touch this
alluring witch beside him? He still wanted to live a long and healthy life.
"Hmph." Ilya was very dissatisfied with his reaction. After witnessing that stimulating scene, her body had also become
thirsty. She didn't care whether he wanted to or not, grabbing Onoshi's chest with both hands and slamming his strong, tall body
against the bulletproof glass wall. Although Onoshi was skilled in both literature and martial arts, he was no match for Ilya's modified,
monstrous personal strength. His head was spinning from the impact. Ilya quickly pulled down his pants,
revealing his limp, snake-like penis. She opened her mouth, extending her long, snake-like tongue, covered in lewd
saliva, and quickly cleaned his penis and glans. Her small hands rubbed his scrotum, while her
long, pointed tongue occasionally teased the urethral opening, saliva seeping from her tongue into the opening and wetting the entire penis. Under Ilya
's series of teasing actions, his penis became erect. Ilya's face flushed, clearly very satisfied with his response
. She took the thick, hard penis into her mouth, all the way down to the back of her throat, her mouth and nose touching his pubic hair,
and then began to swallow and spit it out rapidly.
"Mmm... Oh..." Even the seasoned Ono Shi began to succumb to her superb skills.
If he could see what was happening below him, he wouldn't feel pleasure, because as Ilya thrust in and out, her long
tongue circled his penis, its rough surface constantly stimulating his central nervous system. "Ugh
...ugh..." Ilya also let out a teasing moan, her swallowing speed increasing. Gradually, Onoshi
's buttocks began to tremble. The experienced Ilya knew that Onoshi was preparing for ejaculation, so she increased
the suction of her throat and the friction of her tongue.
"Heh heh..." Onoshi grabbed her head and thrust hard, ejaculating his pent-up semen deep into her throat
. Ilya didn't resist at all; on the contrary, she enjoyed the deep throat ejaculation, sucking
up every last drop of his semen...
"Pop." Ilya spat out the hard penis, looking at the pleasurable Onoshi with seductive eyes, her long tongue
licking her sexy red lips, looking like a frustrated woman with unsatisfied desire. She stood up, stretched out her hands and pressed them against
the glass wall, her full buttocks circling in the air. She turned her head, licking her red
lips and moaning silently, inviting the strong man behind her. She lifted her tight-fitting skirt, revealing her
ripe, dark red vulva.
This slut wasn't wearing underwear! Onoshi completely forgot she was the general's woman.
Looking at her swaying, white, ripe buttocks, his nostrils filled with the alluring scent of flesh, he lost his mind. He hardened his erection,
pulled her skirt down to her waist, and effortlessly thrust into that alluring, deadly hole. The monitoring room
was filled with their moans and the sounds of flesh colliding; the atmosphere of sex drove them both into a frenzy…
Ilya slowly withdrew her limp penis, her eyes returning to their coldness as she looked at
Onoshi, who sat on the floor panting, a contemptuous sneer on her face.
"Hey, stop playing dead. If I hadn't restrained myself, you'd be dead. How about that? Feeling good?
Hehehe... Consider this interest on your slip of the tongue."
"You...you slut, go ahead and kill me if you dare. Humph..." Onoshi gasped, still
stubborn.
"Hmph, if you weren't going to fight for the general, I could have killed you the moment you slipped up.
Hehehe...want more? My body is still thirsty." Ilya finished speaking, giving him a seductive wink.
"No...no...no...enough, I want to live a good life." Onoshi dared not touch this witch again
. That would be a foolish thing to do.
"Fine, since you don't want it, then find two death row inmates for me to replenish...humph."
"You think they're meat dishes, something you can just find whenever you want? I only found a few through connections, more..."
" If you do it, someone will find out."
"I don't care, if you can't find it, then I'll have you come... Heh... Your body is quite nourishing."
"No... No, I'll find it for you..."
"That's more like it... Hurry up, or I'll drain you dry. Also, quickly contact your men to
create a terrorist incident; the military needs our cooperation."
...
While Ilya was lashing out at Ono, on the third floor of the building, Fukada
was led to his office cubicle by the manager's secretary from the technical department. Looking at the vibrant new company, Fukada was full of confidence. Although he
was just a junior employee in charge of purchasing, he was very confident in doing the job well, after all, he was young and energetic.
"Liri Technology truly lives up to its reputation as a rising star in the tech world; even the manager's secretary is so beautiful. Hehe... Forgive me,
forgive me, I also have a little firecracker at home, hehe, I'll have to celebrate with her properly tonight. Share my
joy." Thinking of Mayumi's beauty and wildness, Fukada involuntarily spaced out, but he quickly composed himself
and focused all his energy on the mountain of documents piled up in front of him. He needed to familiarize himself with the company's business as soon as possible...
To be continued.

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