【A Love Sin】(06) Author: didifahill

Author: didifahill
Word Count: 9859

Chapter Six

The term "human pig" first appeared in the Western Han Dynasty. It was an extremely cruel form of punishment. However, under
the conditions at that time, it would be a great miracle to survive for a day after having one's limbs cut off, ears and nose gouged out, tongue pulled out, and eyes gouged out.
The record in the "History of Han" that Emperor Hui of Han was allowed to watch the execution is probably an exaggeration. Anyway
, I don't believe it. But the notes in front of me seem to be mocking my ignorance. Modern medical anatomy,
surgery , neurosurgery, endocrinology research, etc. are all displayed here to the fullest extent. It is like reopening
Pandora's box, turning the dreams that the ancients could not realize into reality step by step, and even surpassing them.
The development of cell biology has also turned this bloody atrocity into "beauty in imperfection".

This notebook, written by Colonel Nagayama of the Ishii Military Medical Department, details how a beautiful and
healthy woman was arbitrarily modified to satisfy various sexual desires. Over three years, this
poor woman underwent more than twenty surgical procedures and six or seven internal medicine surgeries. Almost her entire body was cut open
and studied. They even attempted to remove the upper part of her stomach just to prevent her from experiencing uncontrollable gastrointestinal spasms during oral sex
. Long-term anal electroconvulsive training reduced the contraction strength of her anal sphincter to less than one-fifth of
a normal person 's. Even slight activity would lead to incontinence. The solution for incontinence was long-term
liquid feeding and vacuum suction. The liquid food was also mixed with all sorts of hearsay
drugs to make the stool no longer have a nauseating smell. The resulting damage to her digestive ability was
ignored. How much evil was hidden beneath this seductive exterior! What's most terrifying is that all of this
happened with the tacit approval or even support of Shiro Ishii. This shows that
the actions are beyond description; they are utterly outrageous and despicable.
Anyone with even a shred of humanity would not allow such things to happen, yet it has existed in broad daylight for four years! For these four years,
Unit 731 has been like a demon, devouring everything sent inside and producing countless demon eggs, ready to destroy the world
at any moment ! But I am so insignificant before this demon, powerless even to slightly shake it
. If I even entertained such a thought, being shattered to pieces would be a pipe dream for me!

I've been back in Xinjing for three days now, and every day I wake up from nightmares, drenched
in cold sweat. Without exception, the nightmares involve that poor woman and Shiro Ishii. The woman's mournful sobs
alternate with Ishii's unrestrained laughter. Sometimes, I'm horrified to discover that Ishii is the one being experimented on
, while he looks at me triumphantly and says, "Xiao Gang, you didn't expect your doom to come so soon!"
Then I wake up again, drenched in sweat.

"I wonder how those two poor souls are doing? Is Yako feeding them as the doctor instructed
?" I sat at my desk, suddenly remembering this question. A week has passed, and Yako hasn't even
called me. If I didn't know she was still at work, I would have thought she'd vanished into thin air. Perhaps she's still
enjoying herself. Thinking of this, I felt a pang of sadness. The thought of that submissive woman and
Yako's passionate lovemaking made my lower body throb again.

Just as I was wondering whether to call Yako to arrange a time to visit her, the phone rang. I picked up
the receiver and heard Yako's anxious voice, "Qingchuan, come to the Army Hospital quickly, something's happened!" She hung up immediately.
My first thought was that something had happened to the mother and daughter. I quickly went downstairs, drove out of the headquarters, and
arrived at the hospital, which was on the other side of the city, in twenty minutes. I saw Yako's car parked haphazardly in front of the emergency room, the door
open. After parking, I hurried towards the emergency room. As I passed Yako's car, I glanced inside and saw
bloodstains on the back seat. My heart skipped a beat. Which one was in trouble? Or were they both in trouble?

As soon as I entered, I saw Yako, dressed in a suit and trousers, pacing anxiously outside the operating room. The child's
mother sat in a wheelchair, looking panicked, tears welling in her eyes, her chest heaving violently. She was extremely
agitated. Yako saw me and came to greet me. After some explanation, I learned what had happened.

It turned out that Masako was off work today and suddenly decided to take the mother and daughter shopping for clothes. Worried that the girl's
mother might have difficulty walking, she even borrowed a wheelchair from a nearby Japanese clinic. She happily set off,
but soon after, Masako slammed on the brakes to avoid a beggar on the street. The little girl, caught off guard, hit her head
on the seat back, and blood immediately started flowing from her mouth and nostrils. Masako panicked and rushed her to the hospital.
The doctor's initial diagnosis was intracranial hemorrhage, and

the girl is still undergoing surgery. I quickly reassured her, saying that as long as the blood drains out, it's nothing serious. Seeing
how relaxed I was, Masako seemed less anxious. I was quite surprised, as Masako has never cared about the lives of Chinese people, despite her
numerous blood debts. In the past ten days, she seemed to have changed her nature and started caring for them. Was it the allure of sex,
or did seeing this child trigger her maternal instincts, causing her to lay down her weapons and become a saint? I glanced at my mother in the wheelchair and
noticed she was also wearing a brand-new cheongsam. The purplish-red embroidered satin fabric, paired with her snow-white skin
, made her look even more beautiful than the flowers. Her hair was neatly styled. Because she was sitting, the slit of the cheongsam had shrunk to her upper thigh,
revealing a thin garter belt connected to flesh-colored sheer stockings. She was also wearing a pair of high heels,
but perhaps finding the soles too hard, she only wore half of her foot in the shoes, leaving one foot exposed. Seeing her rounded heels and
beautifully curved arches encased in thin stockings, I couldn't help but swallow hard. What a mature and exquisite
woman ! The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes didn't detract from her beauty but rather gave her a profound intellectual charm. Was this really
the same comfort woman who spent her days struggling to survive with drugs and sex? I dare say that all those young socialites who fawned over high-ranking officials
would feel ashamed in her presence! "Once this is all over, I'm definitely taking her home to have some fun!"

I was daydreaming when I suddenly heard the operating room door open. The doctor came out, and I snapped out of my reverie and went to greet him with
Yako . The male doctor took off his mask, shook his head at us, and said, "I'm sorry, this girl's intracranial
hemangioma ruptured. It's beyond saving; she's already dead." Yako was stunned. After a while, she said in disbelief, "Hemangioma
? How could this happen? Is there a mistake?" The doctor said firmly, "There's no way there could be a mistake. We discovered it ruptured during the surgery
; there was no way to save her." Yako turned to the child's mother and said in Chinese, "Your daughter is already..."
They're gone. The doctors did their best. The child had a tumor in his head and was already close to death. Today was just an
accident. The woman's face immediately turned ashen, and she cried out, struggling to her feet before running barefoot towards
the operating room . Neither Masako nor I stopped her; the tragedy of a parent outliving their child is cruel everywhere. Let her
see her one last time. The doctor, however, began to berate Masako, "How could you send such a lowly Chinese
woman to a hospital that only treats Japanese! Don't you know the rules?" Masako stared coldly at him.
When she heard the doctor say he would report her to the military police to investigate her identity, Masako slapped him,
then pistol and pressed it against the doctor's forehead, saying in an incredibly cold tone, "I'm from the Special Higher Police.
I suspect you of intentionally killing to cover up our important witness. Do you want to come back with me for questioning
?" The doctor was stunned, and after a long while, he cried out to me as if grasping at a straw, begging me to explain that
he didn't do it on purpose. I didn't want to escalate the situation, so... I pulled them apart and warned the doctor
that this matter must be kept absolutely secret. If it were leaked, not only the Special Higher Police, but also the Second Staff Section and the Kwantung Army Military Police
would come after him. The doctor, terrified, stammered that he would keep the secret. I also comforted Masako, telling her not to be sad,
that it was bound to happen sooner or later, and that it wasn't her fault. Just then, a nurse stumbled out, shouting in
terror , "That woman committed suicide! That woman committed suicide!" "Oh no! Something's happened!" Masako and I
rushed into the operating room and found the child's mother lying on the floor, spitting out blood and foam, unconscious.
I quickly pried open her mouth, and more blood flowed out. "She bit her tongue!" I said urgently.
Seeing that the woman was still trying to close her mouth, I slapped her throat. Her head immediately lolled to the side and she didn't move. The doctors and nurses who
arrived carried the dead girl off the bed and put her mother on top of her.

After an hour of treatment, the woman's bleeding finally stopped. To prevent her from attempting suicide again,
her limbs had to be strapped to the bed, and a funnel for feeding liquid food was fixed to her mouth. Her upper body clothes
had been cut to shreds and had to be thrown away, leaving only her underwear and stockings. When the nurse was handling her, she found an anal
plug and tried to remove it in surprise, but Yako stopped her sharply. After watching the nurse leave, muttering and looking dissatisfied
, I advised Yako to go back and tidy up first, while I stayed with her at the hospital. Yako then remembered that she
hadn't , so she told me a few things and drove off. I saw that the woman was still unconscious, thought for a moment, and decided to go
eat first. After telling the nurse, I left the hospital.

After eating, I returned to the hospital, but just as it was getting dark, I unexpectedly received a call from Yako. She said she had an urgent mission
that night and couldn't come, asking me to take the woman home to stay until she had time. I
thought about it and agreed.

The woman needed to stay in the hospital for three days. The doctor said she couldn't be discharged until the wound in her mouth had mostly healed.
I decided to go to Yako's place to bring the maid who was specifically taking care of the woman to stay with her overnight. This might make her feel
better , since the mother and daughter depended on each other for survival, and the death of her daughter would be a huge blow to her.

When I returned to the hospital with the maid, I was surprised to find two heavily armed
soldiers . I wondered if the doctor had reported it to the military police. Just as I was wondering, the head nurse on duty whispered to me that
they were there to see me and had been waiting for a while. Hearing this, I felt a little relieved, but I still felt
something wrong. As I entered, the soldiers saluted me and opened the door to let me in, then stopped the maid outside and
shooed her away. As soon as I entered, the door was closed. The instant the door closed, I realized someone was behind it. I immediately
reached my waist. "Don't move! Be careful of accidental discharge!" With a low shout
, I felt something hard pressing against the back of my head. I was shocked because the speaker was clearly a Chinese man with a Shandong accent! "
You goes off. What gang are you from, brother? I can help you if you need anything." I said in Chinese
as I slowly took my hand off the holster. "That's right. Put your hand on your head slowly. Don't try anything funny.
There are . You
can't escape." I had no choice but to raise my hand as instructed, but I suddenly became worried about the woman lying behind the curtain. Had she been silenced? Then, a pessimistic thought crossed my mind: I didn't even know what my own fate would be,
yet I had the mind to worry about the lives of others. I subconsciously glanced in the direction where the woman was lying, and finding nothing
amiss , my heart calmed down slightly. I figured the people behind me were probably anti-Japanese elements; ordinary bandits and thieves wouldn't dare cause
trouble in Xinjing. But I couldn't worry about that now. People who knew my true identity wouldn't be here.
Even if they were one of my own, I had no choice but to kill them. With that thought, I suddenly crouched down, grabbed
the wrist of the man holding the gun with both hands, twisted it, and pulled it towards my chest. I heard a soft "crack," and the arm was broken.
I pulled out the dagger from my boot and held it against the man's neck. Looking at his terrified expression, I whispered in his
ear "Whether you're a Kuomintang member or a Communist, you can only blame yourself for picking the wrong person today. I
'll burn incense for you after the liberation." Just as I was about to kill him, the curtain was suddenly pulled open, and two men in Japanese
military uniforms pointed pistols at my head. At that moment, I was utterly desperate. I sighed, closed my eyes, and prepared to die.

"Xiao Gang, it seems you've done quite well these past few years. You're now a staff officer in the Kwantung Army." A voice
suddenly rang out, and I froze instantly. It had been almost six years, and this was the first time I'd heard someone call my name. I
suddenly came to my senses, threw down my dagger, and slowly stood up. Looking at the middle-aged man in the uniform of a major,
I said, "Director Dai, what brings you here in person?" I was extremely excited because standing before me was none other than
Dai Li, the head of the Fuxing Society's Special Service Department, who had personally trained me. The moment I saw him, I knew my long period of dormancy had finally come to an end.

I carefully examined the woman on the bed and found her expression peaceful and her breathing steady. It seemed the sleeping pills
were still working, and she was fast asleep. I then began to report my experiences over the years to Dai Li. When I mentioned that
many comrades had died at my hands, I nervously watched his reaction. Unexpectedly, he showed no surprise.
I focused on the situation of the Ishii unit. After listening to me with a frown, Dai Li asked if anyone else
had been to Unit 731. I thought for a moment and shook my head, saying that apart from Masako Tojo, probably no one else knew
such details. The two men who came with me also inquired about the recent movements and preparations of the Kwantung Army,
especially the whereabouts of Daisaku Kawamoto. I said Kawamoto had been gone for four or five days, supposedly having crossed the border, but I didn't know his exact location.
The situation was currently unclear, and the three of them became tense. After thinking for a moment, Dai Li said to me, "Help us find his
whereabouts and notify us as soon as possible. This person is planning to start a war. We must
stop , otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!" I immediately agreed to handle the matter as soon as possible. Later, he gave
me the address of a clinic in the city and said that if he discovered any new movements of the Japanese army, he should pass the information to the doctor at the clinic, who
would then forward it to his superiors. He also repeatedly told me that if I discovered any unexpected situations, I should not show any mercy, especially to
the contact points. Before leaving, he also told me to protect myself and secretly gave me a note with
a phone number on it, saying that if I discovered any changes at the contact points, I should call this number and someone would take care of clearing them out.
After writing down the number, I ate the note in front of him. Dai Li smiled with satisfaction and quickly left the hospital.

After seeing them out of the hospital, I let out a long sigh of relief. I glanced at my watch; it was July 1st.
Six whole years had passed. My days of being unable to distinguish between life and death were finally over. Now it was time to get down to business.
A strange excitement welled up inside me. I hurried back to the ward, noticing the maid still cowering at a distance. I
was about call her over when I suddenly thought I should check on the person inside first. I entered the ward, closed the door, and went to the bedside.
Gazing at the sleeping woman, I felt a little more at ease. Just as I turned to leave, I felt uneasy. So I strode
to the door, took off my shoes, and tiptoed back. When I looked at the woman again, I was startled to find that
beneath her closed eyelids… Her eyes were moving slightly. Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed her throat, simultaneously pulling out the feeding funnel.
The woman opened her eyes in terror. "She's awake after all. Don't blame me now!" I thought to myself as I drew my dagger. Just
before stabbing her in the heart, I suddenly remembered we were in a hospital. A patient stabbed to death would cause a lot of trouble.
I put the dagger away, took her pillow, and placed it against her chest. I picked up a water glass from the bedside table
and poured all the water onto the pillow. Seeing that the pillow was soaked, I took one last look at the woman and resolutely pressed
the pillow against her face. After a moment, the woman twitched twice. I knew she was starting to suffocate. I increased the pressure on my hands... I used all
my strength to prevent her from breaking free, but unexpectedly, she didn't make any attempt to resist. She
remained
motionless, like a corpse. I was a little curious; she didn't even have a normal human instinctive reaction. Was she scared to death? After confirming that she was indeed not moving, I removed the pillow and found that the woman seemed to have stopped breathing. Her eyes were slightly closed,
her lips were slightly upturned, but her face had a charming expression, like a beautiful woman in a deep sleep. Wait a minute,
was this woman deliberately trying to make me kill her? I immediately pulled back the blanket on her body. Sure enough, there were no
signs of struggle on her body. Instead, she seemed to be trying her best to maintain a sleeping posture. The only abnormal thing was that her legs were bent due to the condition... Her arms stretched out reflexively
, her hands clenched into fists. My eyes instinctively swept over her toes, still clad in stockings.
I could vaguely see purplish-red nail polish on her stiff, upturned big toe, making it look exceptionally alluring. I
sighed , preparing to tuck the blanket back in, when suddenly I noticed her foot seemed to move. My heart felt like
it had been struck by a hammer, my resolve shattered. I pressed my ear against her chest and, sure enough, heard
a few faint heartbeats. I quickly sat on her waist and pressed hard on her chest, shouting for a nurse. At that
moment , I no longer cared about the possibility of being exposed, because my intuition told me she was fulfilling my wish through her actions!

Five long minutes passed. The doctor told me it was alright; it was probably phlegm in her lungs that blocked her trachea, causing
suffocation. Luckily, I discovered it early; otherwise, she wouldn't have survived. The phlegm had been suctioned out. He also specifically
told me that she couldn't be left alone. After seeing the doctor off, I sat down on the edge of the bed with a wry smile, looking at this
woman who had come back to life. After thinking for a moment, I went to the door and gave the inexplicable maid a roll of money, telling her to go home and get the woman's usual
clothes and bring them over first thing tomorrow morning. The maid left happily, because the money I gave her was probably enough for her to work for half a year
.

I checked the time; it was 1 a.m. The nurses had already changed shifts, and the hospital was empty.
On either side of the ward were the operating room and the storage room. The doctor's office across the street was locked, and
there was hardly . I knew I needed to have a serious talk with her.

I sat beside her, looking into her eyes. There was no anger, only confusion. I sighed,
lowered my head, and whispered in her ear, "Do you already know about me?" She nodded. "You were trying
to make me kill you, weren't you?" She nodded again. "Your hands look like you've never done farm work. Can you read
?" She nodded again, but seemed very agitated. I thought for a moment,
then untied the straps from her hands and feet. Then, almost as if possessed, I had her sit on my lap with her back to me. I held her with one arm and
took , placing them on her lap. She trembled as she unscrewed the pen, but didn't write for a long time.
Her body trembled uncontrollably in my arms, appearing extremely agitated. I gently patted her back
and continued , "Tell me who you are, and why you were sent to Unit 731." "From the army," she paused for a moment before
beginning to write her name, "Liu Chen Yuerong," in a shaky hand. "Your family name is Chen, so I
'll call you Yuerong from now on, okay?" She nodded. I looked behind her ear and noticed her face was slightly flushed.
She continued writing, and I continued asking questions. I discovered she was quite educated, clearly someone who frequently wrote
with a pen . After an hour of asking her questions, I basically knew her situation.

She was originally the daughter of a private tutor. Because she was well-educated and beautiful from a young age, she later became the wife of a cavalry brigade commander
in the Northeast Army. She had two daughters. The brigade commander, wanting to continue the family line, took a second wife, who
gave birth to a son a year later. The brigade commander then began to favor his concubine, but the first wife still made the decisions at home.
Unexpectedly Even the son was
raised by the lover. She didn't dare to speak out at the time, intending to wait until her husband returned home. However, she couldn't hide her feelings and was caught by
the concubine Seeing through the scheme, the woman, without hesitation, rallied bandits to loot the entire village
, abducting her back to the mountain stronghold. Her family was utterly destroyed, leaving nothing behind. She firmly believed her husband would come to rescue her, and
thus . The brigade commander led troops to encircle and suppress them, but failed. Just as he was preparing for another encirclement, he received orders to march south into the pass,
and the plan fell through. When the Japanese arrived, they sent someone to persuade her to surrender. The bandit leader presented her to the Japanese as a gift.
The Japanese, had a penchant for mature women, saw her as a treasure and took her down the mountain. Because the Japanese were particularly...
He enjoyed eating her tiny feet, finding them not smooth enough. Later, he heard that Shiro Ishii could solve
this problem surgically, so he sent her to Unit 731. However, it turned out to be a place where only those who entered couldn't leave; she became
a test subject. Fortunately, she survived. After a series of humiliating training sessions, she became a comfort woman. Because
she was thoroughly reformed and possessed a unique allure, she was only responsible for receiving high-ranking officers. The little girl wasn't
her daughter; she was just someone she was imprisoned with. The girl had suffered a high fever that damaged her brain.
After she mistook her for her mother, and she accepted the mistake. Because the girl was naturally talkative
and had suffered trauma, she was not hostile to anyone. Under the Japanese's coaxing, she learned skillful oral sex.
Coupled with her lively and cheerful nature, she didn't suffer much. Instead, she became a tool to blackmail Yue Rong. This went on
for over a year until she met me and Yako, finally escaping this hellhole.

I felt a pang of sadness; it was truly a cruel twist of fate! Suddenly, a question popped into my head, so I asked, "
What did they call you when you were at the comfort station? They didn't call you by your real name, did they?" She turned to look at me, wrote down
three
characters, "Futa-niang," and then continued, "Does that mean I'm an old woman?" I was stunned. After a long pause, I took the pen from her hand and added "Beautiful Feet" before "Futa-niang." This time she understood, tore off
the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground. Her face flushed red with shyness; she didn't look like someone nearing fifty at all
! My lust was aroused, and I decided to push her to the limit. I whispered in her ear, "Let me tell you
what 'Futa' means. The Japanese call a woman who has both a penis and a vagina 'Futa-niang.' It means you have
a small penis and are a hermaphrodite. Also, when they fuck you, does your little penis itch? Does it
get horny?" I wanted to see her incredibly shy, but unexpectedly, she broke free from me, covered
her head with the blanket, and began to sob softly, her sobs growing louder and louder.

I was a little stunned. I had gone too far with this. I had no choice but to apologize to her in a low voice
, but she still ignored me. When I was at my wit's end, I suddenly saw her feet sticking out of the blanket. Suddenly,
an idea came to me. I moved to the foot of the bed, lifted her two delicate silk-stockinged feet, and gently kissed them.
She tried to break free, but I wouldn't let go. Instead, I started licking her through the stockings. This seemed to have found her
weak spot. Not only did her ten toes stretch and move around in a playful manner, but her legs also kept rubbing against each other.
Then I lifted the blanket and licked and kissed my way up her legs from her ankles to her calves to her inner thighs. Ignoring her
struggles, I forcefully tore open her already soaked panties. After tasting her thick labia with my tongue, I took her
slightly erect clitoris into my mouth. Soon, her clitoris stood up more than an inch high. I knew
that only by truly showing love for the part of her body that she was most ashamed of could I untie her knot and give her
the courage and hope to live.

Ignoring her struggles, I tied her hands to the bed railing, positioning her knees on the
bed . She stubbornly stood up again, but I didn't care. I sat down in front of her, leaning against the railing, and
hugged her thighs tightly, slowly saying, "Today I'll show you just how much I love you, you little vixen
!" Then I took her clitoris, which had begun to shrink due to her struggles, back into my mouth and gently licked
it. Soon, as her clitoris became erect again, she couldn't stand up, so I lay down, supporting her legs and making
her kneel on either side of my head and neck. My mouth was right in front of her vulva, and I grabbed her waist and began a new
round of licking and kissing. She quickly reached orgasm, her labia trembling. I parted her labia with my lips, pushing
my tongue as far in as possible. When my tongue touched her urethra, I began to tease it. After licking it a dozen times, she finally
couldn't hold back and lost control of her bladder with a sob. I held my breath and drank her urine in large gulps. To be honest, her urine
didn't have much of a pungent smell. It was just a little salty, not hard to swallow. After she stopped urinating, I sat
up , wrapped my arms around her neck, and forcefully kissed her, transferring the urine I was holding into her mouth. To
her utter astonishment, I said, "See? I even drink your urine.
How can you be ashamed of such a beautiful body?" Under her incredulous gaze, I went all out and pulled out
the anal plug she had been wearing all day. I started licking her anus, which was already leaking fluid. Just as
the army doctor who brought her had said, what was coming out of her anus didn't look like feces at all. It was more like vaginal lubrication,
only much stickier and in much larger quantities. It had an indescribable smell, but it was definitely not foul. As I licked and sucked,
her originally loose and slippery anus began to twitch and tighten, even trying to clamp
my tongue. Soon after, another intense orgasm arrived as expected. This orgasm completely exhausted her,
and she sat limply on my face.

I quickly untied the straps from her hands, laid her down, and just as I was about to put her hands under the covers,
she suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and frantically kissed my face with her lips, tears streaming down her face.
I seized the opportunity and kissed her deeply, my tongue constantly tracing the half-eaten part of her tongue. After
a long while, our lips finally parted, and the first thing I saw was a smiling face with tears on it, but there were many light
yellow , like a cat with a clown. Suddenly, I realized that this was something that had come out of her anus, and I was immediately a little
embarrassed. But she smiled and continued to kiss my face, as if what was stuck to my face was not feces but honey.
At that moment, I knew that she would never despise herself again, and she would never leave me.

The days that followed became full of fun. The next day, I brought her to my home and bought her
a lot of new clothes, including a dozen of my favorite stockings. After the somewhat perverse
scene in the hospital ward, her shame vanished completely in front of me. Showing me her
private parts, which had previously made her feel embarrassed and ashamed, became an indispensable means for her to curry favor and seek pleasure. During sex, she changed from a passive
recipient to actively teasing me. She would also try different ways of making love. I found that once she
opened her heart, she was like a machine designed specifically for male-female lovemaking. Long-term training enabled her to perform
positions that ordinary people could not, and she could derive pleasure from them. Once, she even rubbed her unusual clitoris against my anus like
a penis . With my permission, she inserted it into my anus with the help of her hands and
gently thrust in and out like a man. My manipulation quickly satisfied her. She knew I was fascinated by the air on her feet.
So, from the second day after she arrived at my place, she waited for me every day in stockings and cloth shoes. I was happy to
massage her small, warm feet in stockings that had been covered in sweat all day. As for giving her a full-body massage and applying nourishing ointment every night,
that became my job. I once jokingly called her an old vixen, but she wasn't angry at all. Instead, she
wrote "As long as you don't mind, I'm willing to be your dog for life. If I can become a vixen, I can serve you for life."
I was speechless.

The change in her mindset made her radiant. Her past life experiences gave her a high level of taste. She
constantly showed me her most charming side and even took the initiative to satisfy my desires. The charm of a mature woman
was fully displayed in her, and I was hopelessly intoxicated by her fiery passion. Just
when I was enjoying myself to the point of forgetting everything, the Sino-Japanese War inevitably broke out. That day was July 7th, 1949.

I never expected that Daisaku Kawamoto would launch a military conflict with such a clumsy and arrogant pretext. While I was still
gloating over the rapid response of the Beiping garrison, news came that Song Zheyuan was requesting peace talks. Hearing this
news was like being struck by lightning. I had already
sent out the intelligence on the third day of the conflict that the commander of the China Garrison Army, Wanichiro Tashiro, had mobilized four divisions and a mixed brigade to reinforce North China. Even a pig should
understand what was going on. You have to know that this war actually caught the Japanese government off guard, and they were not prepared for
large-scale . As long as Song Zheyuan held off the offensive and then launched a counterattack, the China Garrison Army would not be able to withstand
large-scale casualties. In the end, the Japanese would be the first to return to the negotiating table. But the peace talks now gave the Japanese time
to mobilize . Once the troops were ready, the balance of power would be 120,000 Japanese troops and 220,000 Nationalist troops.
And the Nationalist troops also included a large number of local miscellaneous troops. Thinking of this, I felt a chill. The fall of North China was an inevitable
result . In addition, if a large number of Kwantung Army troops entered the pass, a war of the whole country would become the only option for the Chairman.

The situation finally developed in the direction I least wanted to see. Ignoring Chiang Kai-shek's July 17th
speech at Lushan, Song Zheyuan remained inactive and passively resisted, still dreaming of a peace treaty with the Japanese army. This gave his successor, Kiyoshi Katsuki,
precious time. Finally, on July 26th, the General Staff, under the impetus of Army Minister General Hideki Tojo,
submitted a war plan to the Emperor. The Emperor approved it the following day, and 200,000
Japanese troops . On July 29th and 30th, Beiping and Tianjin fell in succession, leaving the gateway to North China wide open.
The nationwide resistance against Japan, as Chiang Kai-shek had described, finally began in desperation.

October, Showa 12 (1933), Xinjing (Beijing).

The war has been going on for three months now, and fighting is raging in both North China and Shanghai. Two brigades of the Kwantung Army
have also entered the pass to join the war. The North China Garrison Commander, Kiyoshi Katsuki, has 250,000 troops under his command, but
he is still complaining about being poor and is determined not to give up until he has increased his troops to 350,000. Matsui Iwane in Shanghai is in a slightly better position, but he has also
mobilized a quarter of the Imperial Navy. Judging from the current situation, the so-called solution to the China problem in three months is just
a wild dream. Only the situation in Manchukuo is relatively normal. The annihilation of the Loyal and Patriotic Army is only a
matter of time. The momentum of the Anti-Japanese United Army has also been brought under control. Now, apart from Chief of Staff Kanji Ishihara still
cursing , the headquarters has basically returned to normal.

The Special Higher Police suddenly became very busy after the occupation of Beiping. Yako had been gone for about twenty days.
It was said that General Doi-mado personally appointed her to handle matters related to the North China Autonomous Government.
The night before she left, we went crazy together. Yue Rong's changes made her ecstatic. She played
a game of one dragon and two phoenixes with us without any scruples, especially showing her preference for same-sex love. Her bisexual behavior
brought great pleasure and enjoyment to the three of us. She even let me take turns pluck her and Yue Rong's anuses. She also very gently
sucked out the semen I had ejaculated into Yue Rong's anus. This was something I had never dared to imagine before. The intense anal sex made her wear a menstrual belt in her pants
the next day to prevent anal bleeding. When I watched Yako and Yue Rong
say goodbye with a deep kiss, I found myself a little jealous.

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