A withered lotus flower

Akemi leaned against the building's exterior wall, savoring a sweetened soybean stick, silently calculating her

sales figures . It had been a slow period; not a single customer had come in all day. Most of the other girls were on vacation, but

she had to go out today… She glanced around at the crowded streets of bustling Tokyo.
She casually turned on her built-in webcam and selected news mode. A square image appeared in the upper left corner of her

vision , and a soft voice rang directly in her mind.
"...The lunar colony is expanding again, with new residential areas expected to accommodate ten million people. Several protest

groups argue that expanding the lunar colony is an unnecessary expense since the Martian colony began providing more habitable space two years ago

. However, the Lunar Council counters that, considering the distance between Mars and Earth,

expanding the lunar colony is closer and more convenient…"
Akemi smiled. Medical advancements had eliminated most diseases and significantly extended average human lifespan.

The speed at which the authorities were evacuating people from the planet couldn't offset the persistently high population growth rate—she

knew that no matter how many people moved to Mars, the lunar colony would continue to expand. She glanced around the bustling street.

Having grown up in Tokyo, the most densely populated city on the planet, she didn't mind the crowds

.
Choosing "Silence," she headed towards the street where Kyoko was. As she walked, Akemi attracted

attention, but it didn't help her sales—few people had spare cash these days… She stopped

a few times, provoking passersby with sharp, barbed remarks. Regardless of their initial attitude,

no one took further action after seeing the badge on her badge, so Akemi continued walking. She wasn't surprised by this situation;

things would improve on payday.
Akemi was still distracted, searching for potential customers. She knew they wouldn't miss her—

she was wearing a red patent leather suit—a red miniskirt clinging to her hips, a strapless magic bra enhancing

her breasts, paired with high-top dance boots and elbow-length gloves. She also wore a transparent plastic jacket to complement the

suit and enhance the overall effect. She knew everyone who passed by would give her a second look… but today

they would only look. She sighed, reaching up to brush her spiky short hair aside.
Kyoko was just ahead. Compared to Akemi's punk outfit, Kyoko had a pure and innocent appearance. She wore

a school uniform—a traditional sailor uniform—a white top, a dark blue pleated skirt, a red scarf

wrapped around the dark blue sailor collar, white socks, and black leather shoes… The badge looked perfectly matched on her—a white lotus flower in its

fading bloom .
Akemi had to admire the girl's tactics, even though this wouldn't attract much business today—as Kyoko

tiptoed forward, her smooth, long black hair swung behind her as she cheerfully and happily

struck … Occasionally, if someone said she was too wild, she would give an apologetic look, pretending to be shy and dignified to tone it

down… But soon, she would be lively again, cheerfully greeting passersby.
"Akemi!" Kyoko noticed her and jogged over to meet her. Akemi was asked to act as

a babysitter because it was Kyoko's first day out on the streets, and someone experienced needed to look after her. The girl seemed to radiate light; it was hard

to say how much of her cheerful, girlish appearance was genuine and how much was feigned… Akemi switched off news mode and

greeted Kyoko.
"How's it going, little one?"
"I don't know, Akemi—I've done everything they taught me, but it seems no

one's interested… Should I try something else?" She looked at Akemi with her large, dark almond-shaped eyes.
“No need, you did a great job. It’s only a week before payday, the customers

will , believe me—you’ve been cute enough.”
Kyoko blushed and smiled, tilting her head shyly. Akemi muttered, “Little girl, you don’t

need .” After scanning the street, she continued, “Anyway… there won’t be

any office workers today, we can only hope to run into some really rich people… like millionaires, or

…”
Akemi’s gaze fell across the street, and as Akemi said in a slightly excited tone—“Maybe tourists

can afford it…”, Kyoko turned to look at her.
Akemi watched a man walking across the street—he looked like a tourist—his eyes

scanning his surroundings with awe, as if afraid of missing something… Akemi thought, “He’s definitely a Westerner,

probably an American.”
His gaze locked onto Akemi, and she returned his gaze with a humorous and knowing smile. Kyoko

turned to her and whispered, "Do you think he's interested? Will he come over?"
"Oh, he'll definitely come—" Indeed, he was crossing the street—"These Americans usually act all serious

about these things. But when they step out of the confines of their daily lives, they often start to let loose,

indulging in things they wouldn't dare do in front of acquaintances…"
The man walked towards them, and Akemi activated her scanning mode—detecting several

credit cards . Akemi's built-in scanner read the information from the chips embedded in the cards, while she used a satellite connection

to check his financial situation with the issuing bank… At first, she only gave the tourist a slight smile; she

didn't yet know if he was a big spender. In an instant, the verification results came back—it was an impressive

account, and Akemi's smile widened into a toothy grin…
"Kyoko—did they set up a translation device for you?" The young girl nodded. “Hmm…you

might need this—I suspect this guy speaks Japanese, and many American-made Asian language translators aren’t

very reliable…”
As if to confirm what Akemi said, the tourist leaned closer and spoke in perfect Japanese pronunciation, “My

kimono is stuffed up the plane…” He shook his head and then continued—“The cat ate my ancestors…”
Kyoko was amused and giggled uncontrollably, while the man made a “I surrender” expression. He

spoke , and at the same time, a soft voice appeared in Akemi’s mind—her translation device was working—“I

give up…does either of you understand English?”
As Akemi pondered the words she should use, the translation device stimulated her language center, and then she

spoke in clear English, although a few sounds had a Japanese accent—“Yes…this is your first time here.”

"Visiting Japan?"
"Yes," he grinned. "I'll be staying here for about a week, and I'd like to

explore some places outside the tourist itinerary."
Akemi looked up at him—Western height, sandy brown hair—a little wrinkled, but seemingly expensive

brown leather jacket…and loose khaki pants. Although the clothes concealed his body, Akemi guessed he had a good

physique—not muscular, but well-proportioned. She returned the grin. "You're looking for

… well, some local activities? Some entertainment? Or something you can't find in official tourist guides

…?"
The man looked at Akemi's badge as if to confirm, then lowered his voice. "Yes, well… I heard

you offer that kind of…that is—"
"Don't be nervous—our services are perfectly legal under certain conditions…" "

These old Americans who always try to act all high and mighty…" Akemi thought. "Now…let's talk about what kind you're looking for…

"
The man's eyes roamed up and down Akemi's body. "I think I just realized," he said. "You're

a very beautiful woman... um, I think you'd be perfect..."
Kyoko said, her voice tinged with hurt. "Hmph!" The man turned to face Kyoko, then noticed her

badge—she said petulantly, "This isn't fair at all, you didn't even look at me!" She

pouted and stomped her foot.
"You? I'm sorry, I didn't know you were too..." He paused awkwardly. "You—

how old ?"
"I'm eighteen!"
Akemi interrupted again. "This is Kyoko's first day at work, and she's disappointed she hasn't found any customers yet...

" She turned and pointed to the other end of the street, where a girl in shorts was strolling around. "If you want

, that girl is younger, although she's not one of us..." When she stared at him intently,

the man became flustered again. "It's legal in Japan. Do you want me to call her over?"
"Oh no! Um, no, that—that's good." He turned to Kyoko. "Eighteen is good...

and you're really beautiful..." Kyoko blushed again.
"Actually, you are the most beautiful women I've seen in Japan!" the man exclaimed.
"Of course! We are the elite selected by the best!" Akemi said proudly.
"But... you are both so... I should choose...?"
"If you have enough money," Akemi suggested, "you might be able to have both of us at the same time...

Our base price is..."
"Base price?"
"In addition to basic services, we offer various types of services. The final cost is the sum of your choices

, and our customer service staff will explain the details to you."
The man paused, as if considering. Akemi knew that one of the man's credit cards already

had a limit far exceeding the maximum spending limit, but she let him decide for himself.
"Okay! I want both of you!" Kyoko jumped up and clapped her hands excitedly. The man said, "So...

how shall we begin...?"
Akemi smiled, revealing her teeth. "We accept all major credit cards, please pay the base fee first..."

He hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly handed over a plastic card.
They began to walk towards the main entrance of a building. Akemi ran her thumb across the magnetic strip, sending the data into her

internal chip. She processed the transaction again via satellite. Then she connected to the control panel, establishing two-way communication with

the on-duty controller.
"Yuko—we have a customer who has paid the basic fee and booked both me and Kyoko."
"Two people at once?" came the reply through the connection.
"Yes—an American…first time."
"I understand, his data received. Good—does he have any special needs?"
"Hmm, I don't know if he has any particular hobbies…by the way, I think you should double

-check Kyoko is ready, after all, this is her first time."
"Okay (checking)…her components are activated and functioning, everything is normal, she's

ready …you can bring him over now."
"No problem, Yuko, see you later."
They arrived at the main entrance, and the three of them went inside. The building's layout was very much like a hotel—a lobby, a lounge

area, receptionists, and everything a hotel should have. On the lobby wall was a huge relief, shaped like the emblem on their

badges —a withering lotus flower. Controller Yuko sat at the control panel,

bowing to the man along with several other receptionists. Like Akemi and Kyoko, they were all

stunningly , dressed in uniform suits with badges.
Akemi greeted them and handed Yuko the man's card. Yuko waved the card over the sensor area

, and a detailed 3D image of the man appeared on the counter—"Mr. Bill Harwick?"
The man replied, "Yes."
"Thank you for your patronage, Bill," Yuko said politely. "Since this is your first time here, I'll have

receptionist Miki give you a briefing on the services." Yuko pointed to a receptionist, and Miki

nodded .
"Akemi, you can take Kyoko to room 305 to wait," Yuko said to Akemi.
"Okay, Kyoko, come on." As Akemi led Kyoko towards an elevator, she heard Miki's

voice . "Hello, Bill, this is Miki. Let me explain our services to you (begins briefing)

..."
*** *** *** ***
The elevator reached the third floor. The two stepped out, and outside the elevator doors was a corridor with one wall and

about a dozen doors on the other. The corridor was softly lit and decorated. Akemi led the way to the fifth door.

She touched the sensor panel, and the doorbell rang melodiously. The door slid open silently

.
Kyoko skipped in, curiously looking around at the furnishings. The room was basically a highly efficient

small apartment—equipped with all the necessary living facilities, a bathroom, and an adjoining space. A long countertop

table divided the space into a small kitchen and a living area—a sofa, a tatami mat, and a coffee table.

The coffee table case. Opposite the entrance was another door, its destination unknown. Akemi watched Kyoko looking

around , then smiled and went inside.
Kyoko went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. "Wow! The refrigerator is packed full... Akemi, what would you like to drink?"

Akemi ordered iced tea, while Kyoko got herself a cola.
The two sat down on the sofa. "Akemi, this is my first time, I'm a little nervous..." Kyoko

said to Akemi, who comforted her, "The first time is always the hardest... Don't worry, you can do it..."
"Akemi, how long have you been working here?"
"About four years."
"Wow! You really know how to take care of yourself. You don't look much older than me." Kyoko was a little surprised.
"There's a secret to it, you'll find out soon enough," Akemi said with a smile.
The two drank their beverages, waiting for Bill...
*** *** *** ***
The doorbell rang, the door slid open silently, and Miki led Bill inside. Miki bowed to Bill from outside the door.

"Have a good time, Bill. See you later." Bill entered, and the door closed silently.
Akemi and Kyoko got up to greet him. Kyoko said playfully, "I've been waiting for you for ages, Bill. What would you like to drink?"

Bill smiled and ordered beer. Kyoko ran to the kitchen to get it, while Akemi pulled Bill to sit on the sofa.
Kyoko skipped over, handed him the beer, and sat on Bill's other side.
Bill sipped his beer, with Akemi and Kyoko nestled on either side of him...
"Oh, this feels really good," he murmured. "I must travel to Japan often in the future..."
They chatted for a while—Bill was good at creating a lively atmosphere—then Kyoko put down her drink and bent down

to Bill's lower body, unzipping his zipper. He let her reach into his underwear and pull out his gradually hardening...

At the same time, Akemi shifted her position and took off her jacket. She slightly adjusted her bra, letting her nipples

protrude from the cups. Then she leaned down and gave Bill a long kiss… He raised his hand to knead and caress her breasts, while

Kyoko lowered her head to swallow his member…
Akemi felt Bill squeeze her particularly hard, she stopped, and she saw Kyoko lift her head,

wiping her lips and chin with the back of her hand. “Wow,” she chuckled indistinctly, then swallowed what was in her mouth, “You

really surprise me there…”
“Sorry—I need to freshen up…” Kyoko jumped up and headed for the bathroom, leaving Bill and Akemi

sitting on the sofa. Bill leaned back on the sofa, panting.
“So tell me, Bill,” Akemi began, also leaning back on the sofa, “where did you come from—”
Bill suddenly reached out and grabbed Akemi’s wrist, interrupting her. Bill forcefully pulled her off the sofa,

her legs hitting a box before she fell to the floor. Bill jumped over the box and landed on top of Akemi,

pressing her down with his knee as he opened the box and rummaged through it, making it difficult for her to breathe. After taking some things out of the box and throwing them on the floor

, he found some handcuffs and shackles.
As Bill rolled over Akemi's back, she writhed, trying to catch her breath. He chuckled inwardly as he twisted Akemi's hands

behind her back and handcuffed them, then pressed down on her legs

and shackled her feet. He then made her lean against the sofa.
"Why are you so loud?" Kyoko's playful voice came from the bathroom—"Didn't you wait for me before you started

?"
Bill tiptoed to the door, lying in wait. Kyoko opened the door and saw Akemi's shackles—"Ah!"
Before Kyoko could react, Bill lunged forward and choked her with his arm. The pressure on her neck

forced her to let out a soft scream, then Bill dragged her into the room. He turned and threw her onto the tatami mat, then

straddled her in a kneeling position. She curled up as he gripped her wrists, and sobbed as he ripped open her

shirt , revealing her bra.
He pulled her scarf off—he yanked it from her collar, then began to strip her top.

The loose, comfortable top seemed to conceal Kyoko's true bust size; as she resisted Bill,

a white lace bra could be seen barely supporting her breasts—
the top was off, and then Bill ripped the bra off in one swift motion. Kyoko screamed and turned to try and escape,

but Bill grabbed her skirt and pulled it down, causing her to trip. Her white cotton panties were also ripped off, revealing

black silky pubic hair.
Bill temporarily removed himself from Kyoko, and she tried to stand and run away, but just as she managed to kick her skirt and panties off

her legs , Bill grabbed her shoulders and forced her back down onto the mat, this time holding Kyoko

's scarf. Kyoko saw it, knew what Bill wanted to do, and she began to scream—
Bill leaned closer to Kyoko, pressing one hand down on her while the other loosened his pants. He forcefully spread Kyoko

's legs and squeezed himself between them—Ami, sitting nearby, could glimpse his long, hard member—and
when Bill suddenly pounced on Kyoko, she screamed. As she struggled to break free, he repeatedly

thrust into her. Her legs, still clad in shoes and socks, kicked in the air—
she continued to writhe and push herself away from Bill as he moved his hand, holding the scarf, behind her neck. She screamed

again and tried harder to break free, but Bill held Kyoko down so he could wrap the scarf around her neck—

and then he began to tighten it.
Her scream immediately ceased—or rather, turned into a faint moan. As Bill yanked the scarf tighter,

it dug deep into her neck, and Kyoko desperately shook her head back and forth, her shiny black hair flying through the air. Finally,

Akemi could only watch as Kyoko could no longer utter a sound—now only the snoring of Bill's breath as he tightened his grip on Kyoko could be heard

.
As Kyoko's body was pulled forward, she opened her mouth wide, trying to inhale—she struggled

and kicked with tears streaming down her face, initially with some effect—but as she fell into a state of oxygen deprivation, her movements became

unconscious and erratic. She arched her back, her fists pounding against Bill—her head tilted back above the edge of the tatami mat

—
her arms swung aimlessly for a moment, then she collapsed onto the mat—her chin closed slightly, and

Akemi saw Kyoko's swollen tongue protruding between her teeth… Her legs stopped kicking,

lying bent on the mat as Bill continued to pull her forward—her lips clamped around her protruding tongue—and then Kyoko's whole body…

A series of intense spasms gradually subsided—until all the convulsions stopped at once. Bill cried out

and collapsed onto her—lazily suckling at Kyoko's breast, then switching sides.
As Bill pulled Kyoko along, she stared blankly ahead, her eyes bulging. Her arms swung to her sides,

her legs bent, knees spread wide, soles of her feet almost touching. A swollen, dark tongue protruded from between her

lips .
Akemi couldn't do anything; her hands and feet were cuffed. She watched Bill stand up and take off his trousers and

shirt . He went to the kitchen, grabbed another can of beer, and rummaged through the drawers.
"This has been a wild trip," he said. "Yes—I've decided I must

travel to Japan more often from now on."
Bill pulled something from the drawer and held it in his hand, walking to Akemi's side. He bent down, grabbed her

arms , and pulled her into a kneeling position. She didn't resist when he pulled down her miniskirt. Underneath her skirt

, she wore a thin silk thong, which he easily ripped off, revealing her—smoothly shaved, hairless genitals…
Bill paused. “Aren’t you going to cry? Aren’t you going to scream?”
Akemi returned an equal gaze. “Why should I scream?”
“Aren’t you afraid of dying? I just killed your friend Kyoko there”—he pointed to Kyoko’s corpse—

“You’re next.”
“Yeah, indeed… but this is my fate. Kyoko was young, naive, and couldn’t accept it

. I’m different. Come on.”
“Fine—then accept your fate.” Bill turned Akemi to face the box—then made her

bend over over the box, Bill reached around to her chest with one hand and squeezed her breast—the other hand began to swing. Akemi

saw him shake open a clear plastic bag. She felt Bill suddenly insert himself into her from behind, simultaneously putting

the plastic bag over her head…
Bill gripped the plastic bag tightly behind her head, it was stretched taut across Akemi’s face, almost without a

wrinkle. The plastic bag tightly sealed her mouth and nose, slamming her against

the box . Her magic bra was hooked open by the box, revealing most of her breasts, which swayed with Bill's thrusts.
She endured it without resistance for a while, then her body betrayed her—the air in her lungs

rapidly became stale, and she found herself beginning to bend and twist. Her head thrashed wildly from side to side, trying

to shake off the plastic bag, but Bill held it tightly—she opened her mouth wide, craving air, but only managed

to form a circular cavity in the plastic bag, her lungs desperately trying to expand, pulling that cavity towards her mouth, trying to

get air through it.
Her self-control vanished—Mingmei began to feel dizzy, her heart pounding—her lungs burned.

She struggled desperately to break free, but her hands and feet were firmly handcuffed, even her knees were trapped by her

miniskirt —Bill's actions had the desired effect—after several penetrations, she

felt a surge of heat throughout her body—a heat that intensified with her struggles.
Her heartbeat became erratic, pounding in pain and agony, then everything in her body

began to crumble. A powerful orgasm overwhelmed her, and her body made one last desperate attempt to break free—

a violent spasm, a mixture of deathly agony and ecstasy. She collapsed, her chest and head against

the box, all her muscles tensing and convulsing once more—she vaguely realized Bill was letting out an animalistic cry

—then her heart stopped after one last beat. Her lungs ceased their struggle against the plastic bag.

She relaxed completely, slumping heavily onto the box… The last nerve impulses made her limbs twitch; she was dead.
Bill carefully withdrew from Mingmei—it seemed she was holding him tightly there—and then she heard Bill

walk to the refrigerator and take out another drink. The sound she heard was muffled, as if covered by cotton. Her eyes were fixed on

the surface of the box—through a slightly strange, pale gray haze, she looked at the varnished wood grain. She stared at it

for several minutes —she had no choice—and then she heard a rustling

sound as Bill pulled the plastic bag off her head. She felt hands on her shoulders, and she saw another layer of gray haze pass before her eyes. Then, as she

was moved from the box to the floor, her vision swayed again, now fixed on the carpet fibers. She heard some

rustling and clicking, and after a rummaging, her hands and feet were free. Bill turned her over, and now she

could see him vaguely. He looked a little tired, but the fervent smile on his face hinted at what he was about to do.

He disappeared from Mingmei's sight, and she could hear him throw himself onto the sofa.
After studying the ceiling for a few minutes, Akemi heard Bill get up and walk to the other side of the room—there were some

dragging sounds—and then she saw him dragging Kyoko's body past her sight. He had his hands

under Kyoko's armpits, dragging her, her head swaying limply—she was still only wearing her shoes and socks, the red scarf

wrapped around her neck.
Kyoko was dragged out of Akemi's sight for a moment, and then Akemi heard

the sound of . On the periphery of her vision, Akemi saw Kyoko's face looking down from the top of the box—

a tongue sticking out of her lips, empty, staring eyes…then her head moved up and down…then up and down again…

again and again, just like the rhythm of Bill's actions on Akemi.
Akemi waited. As if anticipating. Not long after, Bill satisfied himself again. Another

pause—a few minutes? Or a few hours?—and then Bill dragged Akemi onto the box again,

placing her next to Kyoko. She vaguely felt Bill caressing her body, squeezing her breasts again—

if she could feel it clearly, she knew the squeeze was strong enough to injure them—then Akemi felt him grab

her hips and spread her buttocks apart…
Without any foreplay, he penetrated her anus and began to thrust roughly,

his hands squeezing her breasts tightly as he pressed against her body—her vision danced as her head bounced up and

down —the pattern of the carpet shimmered around her—if she were still alive, such movement would be quite

uncomfortable, but now she was just a little disoriented. Akemi suspected this was what Kyoko

had experienced a few minutes earlier.
Bill withdrew from Akemi after another orgasm—Akemi felt a faint warm current flowing through her body.

Her vision suddenly swayed wildly, and then she found herself lying unceremoniously on the sofa. At least now she

could quietly observe the scene unfolding in the room.
Bill dragged Kyoko from the suitcase to the center of the room, positioning her in a kneeling position. Bill held her

head to keep her upper body upright, her arms swinging loosely. As Bill manipulated her chin, she

stared blankly ahead—her mouth now loosely open, her tongue lingering on her lower lip. Bill grabbed

the back of Kyoko's head, guiding her closer, sliding his member between her tongue and lips. At first, he inserted it

gently , but then he began to thrust violently, filling her throat as much as possible. As he

thrust against her, every muscle in her body rippled. Finally, he stiffened, thrusting forcefully to his lower abdomen against

Kyoko's face—then he let Kyoko slide off his body, she slowly falling backward, her chest bouncing with

the impact . A pearly sheen clung to the corner of her mouth.
Now it was Akemi's turn—Bill came over and dragged Akemi off the sofa, pulling her next to Kyoko.

Akemi was positioned astride Kyoko's lap, Bill straddling Kyoko's body, guiding Akemi's face

towards his still-erect member…
Though unwilling, Akemi admired the American's stamina. Akemi's mouth was already wide open from her

suffocation , so Bill easily inserted it into her throat. She felt as if her face

had been sprayed with local anesthetic, all her senses becoming blurred and numb…
She endured watching the man's swaying belly until he pushed as far as possible into her throat

and ejaculated—she vaguely felt a warm current flow into her body. He pulled out his member,

but didn't let her slide down; he held her by the back of her hair. He moved to the side, so she could vaguely

see Kyoko's beautiful, still body beneath her. Bill slowly lowered Akemi onto Kyoko—

their chests pressed together, staring at each other—then Bill manipulated Akemi's head, positioning her wide-open

mouth over Kyoko's, completely covering Kyoko's protruding tongue.
Akemi heard something moving, but could only see a glimpse of Kyoko's smooth hair and a bit of her

ear . She thought she heard the shower, but her senses were blurred and indistinct, and she couldn't be sure. Finally, she

recognized some footsteps and Bill's voice, "Great—you must come to Japan often." Then came

the doorbell and his footsteps as he left.
Nothing happened for a while. After an indeterminate amount of time, a different doorbell

rang, and the inner door opened. She vaguely heard a woman's voice, and her vision blurred—

she was being rolled aside from Kyoko. Through her misty vision, she recognized the receptionist, Miki.

Miki bent down for a moment in Akemi's line of sight, then stood up again, holding a small rectangular

object . Then Miki bent towards Akemi, who vaguely heard her say, "Okay, we

've gotten you..."
Akemi vaguely felt something moving along the back of her neck, then a sudden pull. A sharp but

painless tug, and then everything vanished. No light, no sound, no feeling—the next

sensation was a sudden electric shock—.
*** *** *** ***
With a real, not-too-painful electric shock, Akemi regained consciousness. After a second to assess her situation,

she kicked her legs at the bottom of the tank, surfacing. Holding onto the edge of the tank, she tried to expel the liquid from her lungs in a familiar way

, and vomited everything in her stomach onto the floor. She took a deep breath, feeling the air replace

the liquid in her lungs, and performed a gymnastic-like movement, hanging her upper body over the edge of the tank to

expel the remaining liquid from her body. This made her throat itch, but she resisted coughing.
When the liquid finished draining, she climbed out of the sink and stood on the floor. A technician handed her a robe.

She put it on and looked towards the other side of the lab, where Kyoko was having a bit of trouble—

coughing while hanging from the top of her sink, spraying green foam everywhere—and the technician eventually pulled her out and helped her put the robe on.

She staggered toward Akemi.
"Don't worry, little one, you'll get used to it after a while—the first time is always the hardest..."
Kyoko seemed still shaken. "That—that was really weird! I was really scared—I mean I

expected him to kill me, but I was still worried about whether the chip would work—hey, your hair got longer—

and then he really did kill me, and I thought it was all over, but it wasn't! I can still hear and see,

but I can't move or respond at all, I can only lie there and let him—" Kyoko blushed and

trembled slightly.
"Really? Little one! I thought you were into being killed... lying there lifeless..."
"Stop it!" Kyoko giggled and pushed Akemi. "Hmm... it is indeed somewhat intriguing... uh...

how long have we been dead...?"
"It's only been a few minutes since Miki removed our neural chip. The neural chip allows you

to continue receiving external information after your body dies. Of course, it's not as clear as when you were alive, and it can't last forever

—after a while, the cells in your nervous system will completely die, and the information will eventually be interrupted—

but the chip can keep you conscious for a considerable period of time.
" "Only a few minutes? How could they repair our bodies so quickly? I can't even feel any scratches!"

Kyoko touched her throat.
"You didn't read the 3D mission briefing carefully, did you?" Akemi led the girl to the other

side , where the workers had just pushed in two wheelchairs covered with white sheets. "They didn't repair

our bodies..." She walked to one of the wheelchairs, grabbed the white sheet, and pulled it sharply. Lying on the wheelchair was Akemi,

dead—empty eyes, gaping mouth—still wearing boots and gloves, her magic bra and miniskirt

still disheveled and not covering what should have been covered… The only difference was that the living Akemi

now had hair as long as Kyoko's.
"Ah…that's me," she murmured. She turned to the nearest technician and said, "Please be careful with that

outfit —it's my favorite." She turned to another wheelchair and pulled back the white sheet.
Kyoko let out a soft "Oh..." She saw her own corpse, clad only in shoes and socks, the scarf

still wrapped around her neck. Kyoko bent over to look at herself. "Oh, wow... I'm still dead!" She tried

poking her corpse's abdomen with her fingers, twisting her nipples... Her gaze fell on her corpse's legs—

a faint small scar above her knee. She bent down and examined her knee—"Hey... I've had that

scar I was little... It's gone now! Why?... "
A clone," Akemi explained—"When we die, our consciousness is downloaded into a chip

and then transferred to a new body. Didn't they tell you what these components do?"
"Hmm... I'm busy organizing my closet..." the girl murmured.
"This corpse is your old body, the one you used from birth until a few minutes ago. Now you

have a new body."
Kyoko stood there, as if processing this information. "So... what will they do with my body?"
"Well, these boys who do the recycling will break down your body into culture medium to grow

more clones of you. They'll develop better if they use culture medium from the same genetic source."

The technician started pushing the wheelbarrow away, and Akemi added, "They'll have some fun on our bodies before they

start the decomposition, right, Tojiro?" The technician gave a shy smile and quickened his pace

.
"Anyway," she pointed to a door, "over there they keep

a large number of . One or two are fully developed and ready to go, the others need some more time to grow

... they keep most of the clones in their juvenile stage to save space."
The two left the lab and went to the shower to wash off the liquid. While rinsing, Kyoko asked, "

All of must be very expensive to operate, right?"
"Of course they manage to keep it going. The recycling operation offsets some of the material costs. Besides, we offer

a very popular—and very expensive—service. Our revenue far exceeds our operating expenses—

in fact , you can check your bank account…"
Kyoko suddenly stared blankly, her eyes widening. Akemi knew she was scanning her account using a communication device.

After a moment, the girl let out another soft "Oh…"
"That's right—that huge deposit is your reward for attending our little parties. Our annual income is

about ten times that of the average person."
They dried themselves, put on their uniforms with badges, and went to the employee elevator. Back on the ground

floor, they went to the lobby and greeted the other girls. Yuko looked up at them, stood up to greet Kyoko, and said,

"Congratulations, Kyoko. Bill praised you highly, you passed the trial period, welcome to officially join us."
Kyoko smiled shyly, "I don't understand anything yet, what's going on?"
Akemi said to Kyoko, "Although we are all specially selected beauties, without actually experiencing death for the

first time , we can't be sure if we're suitable for this line of work. Only girls who satisfy their first customers

can continue to work for us."
Miki chimed in, "If you can't satisfy the customers, we have an agreement with the authorities that you must have your memory of

your death and return to a normal life."
Yuko smiled and said, "That's a pity, you'll find out soon enough."
She turned to Akemi, "Hi, Akemi, do you need me to call a stylist for you?"
Akemi smoothed her long hair. "Let me think about it, I might let it grow long this time."
Yuko nodded. "But aren't you going to style it a bit?"
Akemi shrugged. "Why ruin this perfect long hair?"
Seeing Kyoko's confused expression, she began to explain. "Yuko always tries to get me to make some physical adjustments.

They preserve your original genetic code, but if you want, they can change

the appearance to suit your taste—like enlarging your breasts, changing your hair color, making you younger or more mature,

things like that..."
"Really?... Ah! That's the secret you were talking about..."
"That's right, little one. In fact, they've developed some pretty interesting modules—in a

year or two, you'll be able to become a mermaid or a catwoman, or have other similar exotic appearances."
Yuko then interjected, "And I bet you haven't thought of that... With neural chips, plus an unlimited

supply of new bodies... technically, you won't die. As long as you keep working for us, you'll

have eternal life."
Kyoko looked incredibly amazed. "Hey, yeah! Wow... I think I've found the perfect job!" She

thought for a moment, then said, "Ah... I hope that old American Bill is satisfied; this is my first time..."
Yuko grinned. "Oh, I'm not worried about that at all. He seems to have a hard time forgetting it; I've already

sold him the 3D video recording of your little party. Oh, and this..." She handed Akemi a note.
As Akemi looked at the note, Kyoko tried to peek over her shoulder. "What does it say?" the

girl asked.
Akemi grinned. "Looks like Bill will be staying in Tokyo for a few weeks.

What ?"
(To be continued)

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