【A Love Sin】(03) Author: didifahill

Author: didifahill
Word Count: 6955

Chapter 3

I was stunned as I stared at the clump of white fluid in the woman's hand. From childhood to adulthood, through countless hearsay and additions from
my childhood friends, I had fantasized countless times about my first time making love with a woman: it should be in
a bridal chamber covered with big red double happiness characters, the beautiful bride sitting shyly on the edge of the bed, waiting for my
favor, and me, proud and arrogant, looking down at my wife, then waiting for her to beg
me to go to bed with her, and then I would pretend to be impatient and lift her veil, she would help me take off my clothes, and then we would have
sex, completely subjugated under my virility, and finally she would beg me to check the handkerchief stained with semen,
while I nonchalantly drank my tea. That was what I wanted.

But now the situation has completely shattered my dreams. The festive new house has become a torture chamber, the comfortable bed
has become an office desk, the shy bride has become a vicious woman who could be my mother, and even the first time I truly became a man, which I considered the most sacred thing
, was in her hands!

"Is this your first time?" The woman's question broke the eerie silence. I ignored her, bowing my head to mourn my
dejected brother, feeling utterly dejected. "Don't act like your mother died. It's not like
you've never ejaculated before. You've done it countless times in secret, haven't you?" "You're the one who does it every day!" I retorted loudly, feeling wronged. Ever since I
started practicing martial arts as a child, a normal man's wet dream had never occurred between my legs. If it weren't for waking up every morning to find
my penis erect, I would doubt whether I was a normal person. "Oh! Still feeling wronged? Fine, I was wrong.
Okay , I'm still a pure little virgin!" "You're the virgin!" I retorted indignantly.
"Oh dear, you're giving me a hard time! You've grown all your pubic hair and started talking back! Do I have to beg you? Who was shouting and yelling about
wanting to fuck me just now! Now you're going back on your word?" I was speechless.

After an awkward silence, I looked up at the woman. She was still staring at me with a stern face, and I
glared back at . After a long while, she suddenly smiled sweetly. "Little darling, don't be angry. I'll apologize to you, okay?
Look how pitiful this little brother looks, all snotty-nosed!" I suddenly felt a hand reach between my slightly parted legs,
and then I felt a cool sensation between my legs. My penis, which had gone limp from the release, was being held in her hand! Just as I was about to struggle, the woman's
other hand hooked around my neck. As I instinctively reached out to push her away, a tingling
sensation slowed my movements. My hands, which were originally meant to push her away, landed unintentionally on her full breasts! A
smooth, warm sensation I'd never felt before washed over me instantly. I stopped moving as if electrocuted.
Then came another tingling, itchy feeling. The woman was gently caressing my scrotum with her cool, smooth palms, her
fingertips slowly stroking my perineum. My heart immediately began to race. Just as I was about to twist my waist to escape this
irresistibly stimulating sensation, the hand around my neck suddenly tightened, pulling me forcefully towards her. A
beautiful, delicate face, both charming and alluring, was almost touching mine. Her warm breath washed over me, and I heard
a soft, sweet voice I'd never heard before. "Little brother, you're so dirty. Shall I help you wash it clean?" Hearing this unusual tone,
I couldn't help but swallow. Then I noticed that the breast pressing against my hand was starting to gently rub against my palm. Soon I
noticed that a hard protrusion had appeared at the tip of the soft flesh in my palm, wriggling slightly. Surprised by
this breath she exhaled
as she breathed into my ear . Her hand was still caressing me between her legs, but it had moved from my scrotum to the tip of my already erect penis . The woman's cool palm, like silk, gently rubbed my half-exposed glans. An unbearable tingling sensation made me instinctively thrust my hips towards her palms, my hands gripping her waist. The woman, however, slightly tightened her grip on my penis, stopping me. She lightly licked my earlobe and said, "You won't get your little penis clean like that. Lie down on the table, and let me wash it properly for you!" Her gentle tone made me lose all resistance. The kiss on my ear made me fantasize about what was about to happen. Before I knew it, the woman and I had switched places; I was now sitting at the table while she stood barefoot on the floor. She looked at my somewhat bewildered expression, licked her lips, and smiled sweetly at me. She bent down, supporting my scrotum with one hand and holding my penis with the other, and softly said, "Let's start washing your little brother now." Then, she began to stroke my penis up and down. A strong pleasure suddenly came over me, and I started to tremble. My erect penis became a little sore with her movements . Just when I couldn't bear the feeling of pleasure and pain coexisting, the woman lowered her head and gently licked the head of my penis with the tip of her tongue. The wet and slippery touch made my penis throb. The strong impulse made me feel a hot current uncontrollably surging towards the head of my penis. As if sensing this hot current, the woman beneath me pinched the base of my penis hard with one hand and grabbed my testicles with the other, rhythmically pulling them downwards . With her pulling, the hot current and the throbbing of my penis magically disappeared! The woman looked up at me and smiled, "Your little penis is restless again." I was about to retort when I saw her lower her head and stroke my penis a couple more times before slowly kissing my hot glans! My glans was gently enveloped by the woman's warm lips, as if being caressed by a pair of gentle little hands. A uniquely comfortable and relaxing feeling, different from before, kept spreading to my brain. As if by telepathy, the caress of her lips was no longer limited to the tip of my glans but gradually moved downwards. While caressing, she gently but firmly pushed aside the foreskin covering most of my glans. With a slight tearing sensation, my glans was fully exposed for the first time. An unprecedented feeling of relaxation and ease instantly filled my brain. The woman's constant swallowing and embracing brought extreme. I subconsciously thought that this must be what it felt like to fuck a woman! "No wonder that old eunuch always looked so animated when he talked to me about how to enjoy women. But he's been penile since childhood, where did he get that feeling?" As I was lost in thought, a strange sensation suddenly came from the head of my penis. It felt like it had touched a soft yet firm mass of flesh. That flesh was incredibly slippery, slowly circling against the head of my penis, then gradually expanding. A tingling sensation traveled all over the head of my penis with the movement of that flesh, and my heart soared . I forced myself to look at the woman in front of me. She had my penis half-taken in her mouth, her cheeks bulging incessantly.

Her face was already slightly sweaty. I suddenly understood; this ecstatic sensation came from
the caress . Seeing her struggling a little, I was touched and couldn't help but reach out to stroke her hair. Sensing my
touch, the woman released my penis and gave me a sweet smile. "You know how to be considerate of your sister now, little brother, did you enjoy
it?" That smile was so sweet and sincere. Without a word, I pulled her into my arms. I felt her exposed
body had become icy cold. I stroked her back, and after a moment's hesitation, she slowly leaned into my
embrace.

I was speechless. This situation completely overturned the image I had of her. Was this
woman still the same harsh and strict special training instructor? I gazed at her. Her dignified, fair oval face was slightly flushed,
with beautiful almond-shaped eyes, a few faint crow's feet at the corners, and a
slightly thin mouth beneath a straight, delicate nose. It was the first time I noticed that this strict instructor was also an absolute beauty. Although
she was no longer in her prime, she was definitely still charming and possessed an indescribable allure and temperament. "Old woman
, nothing to look at, no flowers on your face." It was her usual tone, but I could still detect a hint of
gentleness . "Sister, you're not old, you're still a great beauty, I like you the most." "Such a sweet mouth, who is it
that dreams of stripping me naked and spanking my bottom at night? If I remember correctly, that person seems to be right in front of me!"
...That's right, I had been woken up dozens of times in my sleep by talking in my sleep, and then punished by running. In the end
, it was the instructor who taught me Japanese history who taught me a self-hypnosis method that helped me get rid of this habit.

"Sister, it was my fault. I know I was wrong now. You were only doing it for my own good. Otherwise, I
wouldn't even know how I died." I quickly admitted my mistake. "Well..." I was a little anxious. To stop her from continuing,
I opened my mouth and kissed her lips.

A foul, pungent smell rushed into my nostrils. The woman's lips also had a salty, fishy smell. I frowned.
What was this smell? Why did the woman smell so bad? The woman in my arms realized my change and hurriedly said,
"It's all my fault. I didn't rinse my mouth. It smells awful... Ugh..." Before she could finish, I kissed her again.
I suddenly realized that it was the smell of my penis! Even I felt nauseous from the smell, but she had been kissing
and sucking it for so long without showing any disgust. How much self-control did that take!
The only reason she could do this without hesitation was that she truly liked me!

I kissed her lips frantically, my tongue licking her lips incessantly, sucking her saliva hard.
I wanted to cleanse the strange taste from her mouth, to express my apology, and to show my love for her.
The woman responded passionately, sometimes gently biting my lower lip, sometimes playing with my tongue, and even probing my mouth with her tongue
. Gradually, this was no longer enough to fully express our love. The long kissing made
my mouth dry, and the fire in my heart burned brighter and brighter, making me lose control. My lips slowly parted, and looking at
the woman before me, her face flushed and slightly panting, I pressed my lips to her forehead. Starting from her full forehead, I kissed
every inch her face, then gently nibbled on her rounded earlobe, rubbing it slowly, my tongue occasionally teasing her
ear canal. This intimate caress made her pant even more rapidly; I could feel her trembling in my arms.
Suddenly, the woman… She forcefully pushed me away, and before I knew it, she pulled open my shirt, grabbed my head, and pressed it against her
chest. My vision went black, and then my face was buried between two soft mounds of flesh. A milky fragrance filled the air
, along with a slightly sour smell of sweat. I began to greedily lick and suck between her breasts. When the sweat smell completely disappeared,
I moved to one breast and touched the other. Her breasts were like two rice bowls placed on her chest.
The areolas were small but dark, covered with tiny bumps. The nipples were dark purple, large at the top, about
the size of a peanut, but thin at the base. They sagged slightly due to her age, but were very soft, feeling like
a bag of water to the touch. I circled the dark purple areolas with the tip of my tongue, then brushed the nipples from bottom to top with my tongue.
When she let out a soft moan, I gently rubbed the nipple between my lips, while one hand covered the other
breast and gently kneaded it.

Soon, the woman's breathing became rapid. She gasped for breath and pressed down
hard on my hand, which was kneading her breasts, squeezing them so hard that her breasts were flattened. Only her nipples stubbornly remained erect, wriggling in my palm.
Just as I was worrying that I was hurting her, I heard her panting voice in my ear, "Good boy, good little brother,
suck harder , it tickles me! Suck harder! Quickly!" I gradually increased the pressure of my mouth, but she still
complained that it wasn't enough. I gritted my teeth and bit her erect nipple, slowly increasing the pressure. When I
felt that her nipple had been flattened, I started sucking hard again. At this moment, the woman let out a high-pitched scream, which
startled me. I quickly let go, but she said, "Continue! Don't stop! Like this! This feels so good!" So I
continued to caress her breasts in this almost sadistic way, and this forceful biting and sucking seemed to
bring her great pleasure, making her eyes shine and her desire rise. One of her hands kept stroking my penis.

I was no longer satisfied with this caressing. My burning penis continued to swell, and the throbbing pain from the glans made
me instinctively thrust harder, quickening the rhythm of the woman's stroking. I stopped kneading her breasts, stood up straight,
spread her legs, and lifted them up. She tacitly grasped my penis and guided it to her lower body. After the glans
brushed against soft labia, it entered an incredibly moist and warm cave. The throbbing pain in my penis miraculously disappeared,
replaced by a feeling of invigorating comfort. Without hesitation, I began to thrust in and out.
The sensation was so clear. The woman's labia slid smoothly back and forth across the shaft, and the glans felt
as comfortable as if it were soaking in a hot spring. She responded with moans.

After a few thrusts, I felt less aroused. Although the pleasure remained, there was a
sense . My penis felt deep and boundless, the thrusts light and easy, nothing like the
legends. I was a little discouraged. "Seeing is believing, it seems the ancients exaggerated too much." So,
what should have been an intense, soul-stirring act became a mechanical back-and-forth motion of my waist. I even felt a little bored. Looking at
the woman beneath me, whose passion had also faded, I casually changed the direction of my thrusts. In this
unconscious exploration up, down, left, and right, I suddenly noticed a significant
difference in the woman's reaction when my penis thrust diagonally upwards. Her legs began to clamp tightly together, her moans grew louder, and she began to actively respond. I realized...
This was similar to her reaction when I forcefully kneaded her breasts. "So she likes to be fucked hard!"

I put her legs on my shoulders and pressed her upper body against them, my hands supporting me near her ears as I began to
thrust vigorously. Because her legs were tightly closed, the pressure between her legs increased significantly, giving me a sense of power.
The woman beneath me also reacted intensely, her calves on my shoulders starting to hook around my neck, and her lower body
increasing the speed of her thrusts. I was still not satisfied with this feeling, and my mood gradually became irritable. In an attempt to vent
, I freed one hand and suddenly grabbed her breast, squeezing it hard. Due to the pain, the woman cried out
and her lower body suddenly tightened. I was surprised to feel her previously empty vagina suddenly become tight, my glans
being tightly enveloped by a mass of soft flesh, my penis being surrounded and squeezed by muscles that suddenly appeared from all sides.
The feeling was so wonderful that I almost ejaculated immediately. "So that's how it is!" I calmed myself down and started
thrusting hard. Each time I reached the deepest point, I would either vigorously knead her breasts or pinch her nipples. Her
vagina would also tighten frequently, constantly massaging and squeezing my penis. My pleasure intensified, and I trembled with
excitement . Each thrust brought even more sensation. It felt as if my glans was being tightly bitten and sucked by a small mouth
, with liquid occasionally gushing out and splashing onto my glans. My penis felt like it was being
alternately . The woman's moans turned into shouts. The intense pain in her chest made her tremble and her muscles spasm. It was
this spasm that made her tighten her lower body, bringing me immense pleasure. I also realized from her intense reaction that
pain could also bring pleasure, and the limit of pain is often the source of pleasure.

In the midst of this act, which resembled rape, I gradually reached the brink of climax. The woman's screams turned into
howls , her face frequently alternating between expressions of pain and pleasure. She would occasionally pinch my arm hard, her legs
already wrapped around my waist, her feet pressing against my buttocks. She herself would thrust her lower body rapidly to meet my thrusts.
Suddenly , she pinched my nipple. Before I could react, a sharp pain shot through my chest
like lightning, causing me to stop thrusting. I pressed myself tightly against her lower body, and then my mind went blank.
All my senses were concentrated on my glans, which began to tremble strangely, faster and faster. The pleasure
was amplified infinitely with this trembling. Then, a warm current rose from my lower abdomen and surged towards my penis.
My penis immediately swelled up and began to throb. This throbbing made me unable to hold back any longer. The hot current broke through
the restraints of my glans and shot into the depths of the woman! A feeling of exhaustion instantly spread throughout my body. When the ejaculation
stopped, I couldn't support myself any longer and collapsed softly onto the woman. The woman hugged me
tightly A cool liquid flowed from deep within her vagina, feeding back into my glans and running down
my penis to my lower abdomen before disappearing without a trace.

The clear liquid brought me back to consciousness, and the exhaustion vanished, replaced by a feeling of
rejuvenation My penis, though still erect after the intense ejaculation, remained hard. I looked at
the woman before me, her eyes tightly closed, her lips trembling. She lay limply on the desk, her forehead covered in sweat, her soft breasts drooping at
her sides, covered in purplish scratches. Only her still-erect nipples indicated
the intensity of her orgasm. I stood up and withdrew my penis. The woman let out a long sigh and remained still. I
looked down ; her labia seemed to have lost their elasticity, drooping limply. The opening between her labia was slightly ajar, and
a white, sticky fluid slowly dripped onto the floor. I couldn't help but lovingly pick up the shirt lying beside her and
began to wipe messy lower body. The woman then let out a sound of pleasure. "That was so exhilarating! Little brother, you're amazing! I
almost died! I wish this could last forever!" I blurted out
, "Then I'll stay with you forever, big sister!" "Get out of my way!" The woman suddenly kicked me in the thigh, sending me stumbling back
two or three steps. I stared at her, bewildered. "Women are all sluts! They're not worth your trust, much less
entrust your life to! They're just lowly whores! You've made this old woman so infatuated that you forgot your mission!
What good are you now?!" She sat up abruptly, yelling angrily, "They can
entrust their lives to you in your bed today, but tomorrow they'll be slutting and wanton towards another man. Desire makes women lose their minds,
lose themselves. Remember this: to save your life, never trust any woman!"

"Big sister, thank you for reminding me. I almost made a mistake again," I realized. I still had a difficult
mission waiting for me; how could I indulge in this now? "Alright, now get out of here and think about
what you're going to do next!" She started getting dressed on her own and ignored me, as if our passion just now was
a dream, and it was over when she woke up.

Two days later, at dawn, I and two other people boarded a fishing boat at a heavily guarded small pier. I knew
my mission had begun at that moment. As I watched the land recede into the distance, I suddenly had a premonition, "I
'm afraid I won't be coming back," I thought, but I wasn't sad. "Even if I die in a foreign land, I must complete
the mission. Otherwise, how can I face the brothers who died because of me after I die?"

One day in April of Showa 6, newspapers in Lushun published the same news:
Harukawa Hiroo, a senior employee of the Investigation Section of the South Manchuria Railway Headquarters, was suddenly robbed at home. In the struggle, he was outnumbered and he,
his and their maid were all brutally murdered by the robbers. All their valuables were looted. The vicious robbers,
enraged by the murder of one of their accomplices, set fire to the victims' apartment, turning it into a white wasteland, and then disappeared.

Two days later, in Tokyo, Japan, Tetsuya Harukawa, devastated by the news of his parents' deaths,
got drunk with his roommates. While walking down the street, he got into a violent altercation with passersby, which quickly escalated into
a brawl. Two of his classmates were stabbed to death during the fight, while Harukawa survived thanks to the timely arrival of the police. Upon regaining his senses
, Harukawa wept bitterly, vowing revenge for his parents and classmates. At his insistence, the police
finally agreed to change his name to Takeshi Harukawa, signifying his desire to start anew and not
bring shame to his parents in heaven.

That November, the diligent Harukawa successfully passed the entrance exam for the Infantry Department of the Tokyo Army Academy
, becoming an officer candidate. During his three years there, he was taciturn and studied diligently, maintaining excellent grades
in all subjects and even self-studying medicine and psychology, particularly excelling in pathological anatomy, which earned him recognition at Tokyo Medical University.
The professor considered him an exceptional talent and intended to take him on as a disciple, but Harukawa repeatedly declined, declaring that he
would never practice medicine without a clear conscience towards East Asia. The professor harbored resentment over this for a long time.

In the spring of 1941, Harukawa graduated first in his class and was
honored . After personally listening to the Emperor's instructions, the Emperor bestowed upon him a
silver pocket watch inlaid with a gold chrysanthemum pattern. When Emperor Hirohito politely inquired about Harukawa's aspirations, Harukawa immediately knelt down and solemnly
declared that his life's mission was to establish a peaceful and prosperous East Asia, seeking nothing more. The Emperor was delighted and immediately
instructed Principal Suematsu Shigeharu, who accompanied the meeting, to recommend Harukawa to the Kwantung Army so that he could realize his dream as soon as possible.

In May of that year, Harukawa received his transfer order, clearly stamped with
the seals of the Kwantung Army Military Police Headquarters and Hideki Tojo. He finally breathed a sigh of relief; the first step had finally been successful!

Upon arriving in Shenyang, Harukawa learned he had been assigned to the Qiqihar Military Police as the deputy head of the Third Section, holding the
rank of major. In Qiqihar, his colleagues described him as diligent, quick-witted, and extremely vehemently opposed
to anti-Japanese elements, treating them with ruthlessness and cruelty. He quickly gained a notorious reputation, especially for his crucial role in
the Qiqihar Comintern spy case of 1942. He received
high praise from then-Military Police Commander Hideki Tojo, who recommended him to Torazo Ishimoto, head of the Second Staff Section of the Kwantung Army. Tojo
believed the intelligence department was a better fit for Harukawa. Thus, at the end of 1942, Harukawa, newly promoted to lieutenant colonel,
entered the mysterious Kwantung Army Intelligence Section.

[To be continued]

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