【A Love Sin】(07) Author: didifahill

Author: didifahill
Word Count: 11600

Chapter Seven:

January, Showa 13 (1944), Xinjing.

With the fall of Nanjing, the prestige of the Japanese Imperial Army reached its peak. Especially
the glorious victory of 200,000 Japanese troops defeating 800,000 Nationalist troops in the Battle of Shanghai filled every Japanese face with smiles. Thus, the Spring Festival became
the best way to celebrate victory. Looking at the Japanese and Manchurian flags plastered all over Xinjing, I almost wanted to vomit. In my
eyes, the red sun on those flags was clearly stained with the countless drops of blood of Chinese people.

The affair between me and Yue Rong finally spread throughout the headquarters. The culprit turned out to be Yako. One day,
while drinking with her colleagues, she let slip that she had a disabled distant relative. Under questioning from her best friend, she revealed that her family had a new, disabled relative .
This was understandable in itself, but when her girlfriends learned that after she was transferred to Beiping, that relative was staying with
me, rumors spread like wildfire. Yako's reputation for beauty was well-known in Xinjing, and there were quite a few people
who wanted . However, after learning that her husband's uncle was Hideki Tojo, very
few people dared to approach her. Just two days later, I noticed that even the military police on guard at the gate were looking at me with meaningful eyes.
Yako's fondness for young boys and my penchant for older women, even disabled people, were exaggerated and spread by them.
Even Chief of Staff Kanji Ishihara asked about it in a casual meeting. I could only explain that I was following
the instructions of . After all, Yako was my instructor when I first arrived at the military police, and in a way, she was my
teacher.

After that conversation, I started taking Yue Rong out in public. Yue Rong's stunning beauty and elegant demeanor quickly
made those people not only mock me behind my back but also add jealousy. Fortunately, when Yako took Yue Rong out of Unit 731,
she helped her get a new identity and gave her a Japanese name, Sakuragawa Michiko, using her maiden name. I never
expected in handy now.

Because Yue Rong's health was very weak, I had to take her to see a doctor frequently. So the traditional Chinese medicine shop that served as our intelligence liaison point
became a place we went to often. However, the doctor there was indeed very good. After a few doses of medicine,
her complexion improved a lot, her symptoms of being afraid of the cold improved a bit, and her sleep quality improved as well. Because Yue Rong
's menstruation had always been irregular, I had recently asked them to find some tonics or folk remedies to regulate her
body . Two days ago, the pharmacy called me and said that they had hired a new gynecologist and asked if I wanted to see her. I
immediately made an appointment to take Yue Rong to see the doctor the next day.

The weather was nice today; the snow had finally stopped, and it was a rare sunny day. I drove Yue Rong straight to the traditional Chinese medicine shop.
After parking, I looked at the signboard at the entrance—blue background with red lettering, which meant everything was normal. I got out of the car and opened the back door,
finding her curled up in the back seat, taking off the warm boots she had worn when she left. Next to her was a pair of pretty soft satin
embroidered cloth shoes. "You old vixen, why did you suddenly decide to change your shoes? Are you trying
to pick up ?" I teased her deliberately in an angry tone. She immediately shook her head in a panic, her face
turning a little pale. Seeing this, I leaned over and hugged her, licking her earlobe as I whispered, "Look how scared you are.
I was just teasing you. Let me help you take them off, okay?" After saying that, I let go of her, lifted one of her legs, and took off the
half-off warm boot, deliberately facing her and exaggeratingly sniffing the inside of the boot. Yue Rong finally turned from angry to happy,
blushing as she stretched out her... She reached for the warm boot, and a small foot in stockings hurriedly stepped on my inner thigh. I
took the foot and gently rubbed it against my face, then suddenly pretended to bite down. Seeing her panicked
expression, I started licking the sole of her foot with my tongue, then put her toes, which were curled up in tension, into
my mouth. Yue Rong looked around nervously, afraid of being seen, yet also a little reluctant to let me lick her. One leg
remained stiffly raised. After a while, I reluctantly spat out the toes from my mouth, picked up an embroidered shoe and put it on her
. As I put it down, I kissed her instep deeply and said, "Let's get down to business first. After seeing the doctor, we
'll go home and have a good time! No! We'll never get enough of it!"

After a bit of teasing, I finally helped her change her shoes. I helped her gracefully out of the car, but the blush on her
face hadn't faded. Her rosy cheeks looked especially beautiful in the bright sunlight.

The shopkeeper personally accompanied us to the backyard to see the doctor. I immediately recognized this so-called
gynecologist as the old eunuch who had taught me about men and women years ago. I blurted out, "Eunuch Cui, when did you become
a doctor?" "Eunuch Cui was the head eunuch of the Imperial Household Department in the Qing Dynasty. He
has unique . Nowadays, many high-ranking officials can't get him to come!" the shopkeeper chimed in. He really had that skill? I
looked him over again and found that Eunuch Cui's eyes were fixed on Yue Rong, as if they were about to pierce into her
. "Well, then please, Eunuch Cui, take a good look at my relative," I interrupted the old eunuch's strange
gaze. "Of course, of course." I suddenly realized that he was speaking somewhat absentmindedly.

After entering the room and sitting down, he impatiently dismissed the shopkeeper and, without saying a word, grabbed Yue Rong's hand
to take her pulse. He remained silent for a long time, staring intently at Yue Rong's face as if looking at a monster. Yue Rong
quickly couldn't stand it and turned her head to look at me reproachfully. "Stick out your tongue so I can see," the old eunuch said. Yue
Rong's expression became panicked, and she looked at me pleadingly. I nodded slightly, and Yue Rong
turned back her face flushed, and opened her mouth. "Just as I thought!" the old eunuch sighed and then released her hand. "
Do you know anything about her?" I asked urgently. "I can't believe there are still such vicious people these days! If I'm not
mistaken, this lady's entire body has been soaked in drugs, and her vulva and anus have been modified
with a knife !" Amazing! He could even tell that? I was extremely excited; it seemed Yue Rong's body could be saved!

"This resembles a long-lost method of creating 'seductive flesh' from the martial arts world. Women afflicted by this sin are forever
bound to men, and are extremely greedy. Their entire bodies are abnormally sensitive from being soaked in the drug; any physical contact will ignite their
passions uncontrollably. Prolonged exposure will quickly lead to their demise! Like a fleeting flower,
beautiful withering and dying in the blink of an eye. What a pity, what a pity!" Eunuch Cui's words plunged my heart into
despair. "Doesn't your wisdom offer any solution? I'm willing to try anything, even the slightest hope!" I
exclaimed excitedly. "There's no hope of recovery, but there's a way to maintain the status quo and prolong her life.
However, whether it works or not depends on fate," Eunuch Cui said, then turned to Yue Rong. "I think Madam..."
"You're probably around fifty now. The method I'm about to tell you will leave you paralyzed and weak all over, especially
since you'll need a man's care every night but won't be able to release your pent-up desire. If you can handle this torment, then you can
try it. Otherwise, there's nothing I can do." After hearing this, Yue Rong's lips twitched a few times, and she tried to stand up. I firmly
pressed her back into the chair
and said to Eunuch Cui, "Alright, we'll do it your way. We won't give up as long as there's even a sliver of hope." The old eunuch's surprised gaze swept back and forth between us, as if he understood something. He then said to
Yue Rong, "Originally, this method only had a 20-30% chance of success, but with this kid around, I estimate
we have a 50% chance. This must be fate." Yue Rong couldn't hold back any longer and buried her face in her arms on the table,
sobbing uncontrollably.

Eunuch Cui then wrote two prescriptions, demanding the price of two large yellow croakers for the medicine. I
said to him with a pained expression, "Eunuch, you're so greedy! Two doses of medicine for two gold bars! You're practically robbing me!" "You brat
, what do you know? There are many valuable things in these prescriptions. Take a closer look before you speak. I reckon I'll have to pay extra!" I
hurriedly examined the prescriptions carefully. Sure enough, they contained pearl powder, deer placenta, old ginseng, and other precious medicines, as well as a bunch of
things I'd never heard of before, even human milk! I said dejectedly, "Fine, you're always right anyway,
I'll just accept it." The old eunuch proudly held up two fingers. "Two a month! Kid,
don't forget to pay!" I was speechless. I was going to lose a fortune!

Next, Eunuch Cui took me into the inner room and privately taught me how to use the medicine and how to help her with her internal energy cultivation. I
frowned as I listened; it seemed there was more trouble ahead. Sigh! "I'll do as he says anyway," I
made up my mind.

Stepping out of the inner room, I saw Yue Rong still sobbing, her makeup ruined by tears. I frowned,
walked over, and whispered in her ear, "Don't be sad. You're all greasy from crying.
If people see you like this, they'll think I'm abusing my mother. How will I face them?" Sure enough,
her crying stopped immediately. She looked up at me as if I were a monster, then reached out to pull
my ear. I closed my eyes, ready to let her, but her hand stopped when it touched my ear. She then
gently stroked my face and rested her head on my shoulder.

I told the shopkeeper I'd come back in a month to pick up the medicine. I got into the car with Yue Rong, who had just reapplied her makeup. This time she wanted to
sit in the front. After starting the car, I suddenly remembered she hadn't changed her shoes, so I turned off the engine and told her I was going to get
her some warm boots. Unexpectedly, she stopped me. I was a little confused, but then I saw her draw the curtains on the seat, then
turn to the side, lean against the car door, lift her leg, and take off her embroidered shoes, placing her small feet on my thighs. I was
overjoyed and quickly took off my military coat and covered her legs. Then, with one hand on the car and the other,
I slowly touched her stockinged feet, and we drove slowly home.

Along the way, my hand gently caressed her soft, jade-like feet, deliberately slowing the car down. Yue Rong blushed and
pursed her lips, letting me touch her. Occasionally, she would move slightly away because she was ticklish, but quickly leaned back again. It felt so good! I
couldn't resist lifting one foot and kissing it, but she retaliated by slipping her other foot inside my shirt and gently massaging
my lower abdomen with the sole of her foot. What a vixen! I forced a bitter smile, suppressing my burning desire and focusing on driving, vowing in my heart,
"When we get home, I'll definitely beat that old hag to a pulp, and see if she dares to seduce me again!"

Suddenly, her legs stiffened. I turned to look at her, puzzled, and found her covering her mouth with one hand,
her face filled with terror, staring blankly out the window as if she'd seen a ghost in broad daylight.
I followed her gaze. There weren't many pedestrians on the street. Across the street was a Western restaurant, and a
young couple with a child were standing in front of it. The man was wearing the uniform of the Manchukuo Army, and the woman was beautiful with curly hair
, wearing a cheongsam and high heels, making her appear exceptionally tall. I turned back, puzzled, and saw that Yue Rong was staring intently
at the couple, her terror now replaced by overwhelming hatred, her whole body trembling. On a whim, I
quickly pulled over, drew the curtains, and without waiting for the woman's reaction, stepped out of the car and walked straight towards the
couple. "What are you doing here?" I asked. I asked the man who had his back to me. He was about thirty-
five or thirty-six years old and quite tall. When he suddenly turned around and saw me, his expression relaxed, and he immediately
put on a fawning smile, saying, "Reporting, sir, I am Lieutenant Colonel Gao Songlin, deputy battalion commander of the Xinjing Security Maintenance Team.
What can I do for you?" I ignored him and looked at the woman beside him. "This is my
wife and son. Xiao Hong, quickly greet the sir!" Gao Songlin hurriedly added. I noticed... I noticed
the child was probably less than a year old, sleeping in his mother's arms with a wooden pacifier in his mouth. "You said
your name is Gao Songlin, not Li Qiang?" "Yes, yes, sir, you may have mistaken me for someone else. My name is indeed Gao Songlin."
The man smiled obsequiously and showed me his identification. I glanced at it and handed it back. He smiled and said,
"It's not your fault, sir, it's just that all Manchus look so alike!" Looking at that fawning smile, I suppressed
the urge to punch him and turned to leave.

As soon as I got into the car, I saw Yue Rong crying again, her face streaked with tears. I simply didn't say anything, started the engine, and drove
straight home. When we got to the front door, I noticed she had stopped crying, but her face had changed to a resolute expression.
She seemed to have forgotten that she wasn't wearing shoes and sat there motionless. I silently carried her out of the car.

Upon entering, I placed Yue Rong on the recliner and sat down on the sofa opposite her. Just as I lit a cigarette, she
stood up, walked over, and knelt before me. I took out paper and a pen, placed them in front of her, and said, "You must have encountered an enemy. Write down what you want me to do." Without hesitation, she began to write
with trembling hands . As I suspected, Gao Songlin was the culprit who handed her over to the Japanese, and the massacre of the village was instigated by him. His wife was the former brigade commander's second concubine! Yue Rong continued writing, "As long as you help me avenge my entire family, this worthless body of mine will be yours from now on. Even if you ask me to become a prostitute to earn money, it's no problem. You are my greatest benefactor in this life, and I can only repay your kindness in the next life with a clean body!" I lifted her head, looking into her eyes, and found them filled with determination and trust. After a moment, I said to her, "I agree to your request. Don't worry, I will repay them tenfold for what they did to you before."

"I don't want you to repay me in the next life. I just want you to live happily in this life, and that will be enough for me
." The woman sobbed and threw herself into my arms. I held her quietly. I didn't sleep that night, holding Yue Rong
in my arms until dawn.

The next day, as soon as I got to my office, I called the Xinjing Military Police to inquire about Gao Songlin's details.
When the military police captain, Saito Yoshio, asked me why I was investigating Gao Songlin, I hesitated for a moment. Before I could answer, he
excitedly said, "I understand! Qingchuan-kun has taken a fancy to his wife, hasn't he? I heard he has a son who's still breastfeeding.
It seems Qingchuan-kun wants to experience the taste of a wet nurse!" I was dumbfounded. Had my reputation become that big? Even
they knew, so I quickly explained that we had recently cracked a case involving a Kuomintang spy, and an undercover agent
had mentioned this name, so I was specifically asking. "A Kuomintang spy? That can't be, he's been with us for
years," Saito said doubtfully. "That's for the best, but please keep an eye on him for me during this time.
If anything happens, please report it to me," Saito readily agreed.

After hanging up, I thought for a moment. The first step had been taken; the bait had been laid. Now
it was time to prepare the hook.

After leaving, I drove straight to the Kwantung Army Military Police Headquarters. I showed my identification to the guards at the entrance and went directly to
the basement . It was a large cell, complete with cells and interrogation rooms. After registering again, I entered an
office—my workspace. There was also a rest room. I took out the files I'd obtained from
the confidential room and began to read them. These were the interrogation records from a Kuomintang spy case cracked by the military police last month
. According to the files, it was a four-person spy team—three men and one woman. The male agent, who had infiltrated the Ministry of the Interior in Manchuria,
committed suicide during his arrest. The woman was his wife; she was captured afterward… She was brought directly here and, after five days
of interrogation, confessed, admitting she was a radio operator and revealing the location of the codebook and two outside agents.
The two agents resisted arrest and died, and the codebook was burned. The case was considered closed, but the fate
of this woman remained undecided, so she was kept in this VIP room. I closed the file
, lit a cigarette, and pondered. After finishing the cigarette, I reviewed the interrogation records again, my eyes fixed on the woman's two-inch standard
photo. The woman in the photo was about thirty years old, with a charming smile. "This traitor, it's you," I thought. I
had found my hook.

I called the Third Section of the Military Police Headquarters, saying I wanted to re-interrogate this spy named Yan Xiaoyu.
As expected, they had lost interest in her, only instructing me to file the report according to regulations; they didn't even
bother to send a juror, which was exactly what I wanted.

Soon, Yan Xiaoyu was brought in front of me. I stared at her face and found that she was much
prettier . She was at least 170 centimeters tall, but not thin. She had a full bust and a plump bottom, and long legs. However, she looked very
haggard, and her legs were unnaturally spread apart when she walked, which made her look very painful. I knew this was what it looked like after being gang-raped.
I guessed that even her anus was probably torn open. Every woman who came into this place, unless she was an old woman, would
have this experience. It was good that she could still stand up. If she hadn't confessed quickly, I guess she would have been raped to death long ago.

"Miss Yan, I've reviewed your case. Although you've implicated two accomplices, I personally believe you're
concealing the fact that there are other accomplices," I said directly without any preamble. "That's not
true! Sir! I've told you everything! There really isn't anyone else! There really isn't!"
she protested desperately, her body trembling, her face showing a helpless expression. "She must have been
thoroughly fucked by those guards!" I thought bitterly. Her expression showed that she had resigned herself to her fate, and her
trembling proved her fear of physical torture. Now, she was indeed of no use to the military police
; she was just a piece of trash who had been played with to death.

I slowly walked up behind her. From behind, I could clearly see her long, slender neck. She wasn't fat, but
her buttocks were quite shapely, forming a full curve from her waist. Her buttocks were
trembling with tension. I touched her buttocks and said to her, "Miss Yan, would you like to know what your future holds?" "
What will happen to ?" she asked nervously, her buttocks seeming to ripple under my hand. "What I know so far is that
if you don't completely betray your accomplices, we'll first send you to a comfort station to serve our brave soldiers. Once
they lose interest in you, we'll release you onto the street. I think your comrades will definitely be interested in you, won't they?"
"No! I don't want to go to a comfort station! You promised to guarantee my safety, why are you going
back ?" Yan Xiaoyu was now hoarse, clearly terrified of death. "That depends on
whether your performance satisfies me," I said, walking to my desk and pressing a button. An iron door
slid into the wall with a hum, revealing an interrogation room. A large, X-shaped wooden frame stood in the center,
surrounded by various torture instruments. "I think Miss Yan has been in the VIP room for a while now. Are you
bored? Today I'll add some fun to your life. I believe today's experience will be unforgettable." "!"
I grabbed her long hair and dragged her to the wooden frame, securing her neck with an iron collar. I
then I pulled open her cotton-padded coat and was shocked
to find she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her bare chest was covered in bruises and faint teeth marks. Her nipples
were a mature, brownish-red, but her areolas were unusually small, only slightly larger than her nipples. Curly pubic hair formed an inverted
triangle covering her lower abdomen, while the area around her labia was completely sparse and clean. I pinched one nipple
and gently twisted it. The woman closed her eyes in despair, but her nipple slowly hardened uncontrollably.
"Very sensitive! Miss Yan, are you already experiencing pleasure?" I exclaimed, taking out a
silk and quickly wrapping it around her already erect nipple several times. When she felt something amiss, I gently tugged.
"Ah!" A scream escaped her lips as the thread sank deep into the base of her nipple. Her whole body
trembled violently, tears streaming down her face. "No! Please don't pull anymore! It's going to break
, please!" she pleaded urgently, shaking her head frantically as if to ease her pain.
"That depends on how well you behave," I said slowly, gently inserting a finger into her vagina.
I felt my finger immediately gripped tightly and tremble incessantly; the contraction was strong. It seemed her recovery was progressing well.
The force was quite good. I tugged on the thread again, and with a groan, the vaginal contractions became even stronger, as if it
were pulling my fingers in. At that moment, a thought suddenly occurred to me. "Then please tell me, Miss Yan,
who your accomplices in the security team are," I continued to ask her. "Security team? No, we don't have any?" She seemed
very surprised. I immediately tugged on the thread again, and the intense pain interrupted her words. "Next time, I guarantee your
pretty nipple will fall off. But you have another one. Want to try?" I began to threaten her. Her
nipple, which was being tightly bound, had turned blackish-purple, and the thread had cut deep into it. I didn't care at all about pulling her
nipple off. Two lives were enough for me to cut off all the protrusions on her body.
But now I just needed her confession to set a trap for me.

A warm flow trickled down my fingers that were inserted into her body. With her loss of control, I knew she was breaking down
. "Is your accomplice surnamed Gao?" I began to coax. "Surname Gao? I really don't know
!" "Really don't know?" I demanded sharply, pulling my wet fingers out and wiping them on her lips. Then,
I picked up a steel wire with a slipknot from the table where the torture instruments were kept and tightened it around the base of her breasts. "Really
don't know? Or is Gao Songlin blackmailing you with something to keep you from speaking?" I pulled the wire taut, squeezing her breasts
into swollen, fleshy mounds. "I really don't know anything about Gao Songlin! Please let me go, I'll
agree to anything!" The woman looked at herself being... Her breasts, constricted and teetering, cried out in a hoarse voice, her face covered in
sweat. "Do you still have a radio hidden with Gao Songlin?! If you don't tell the truth, I'll
rip your breasts off , roast them, and make you eat them yourself. Oh, I forgot, I heard they taste better roasted first and then cut off.
I've never tried it before, how about we share?" After I finished speaking, I turned around, grabbed a kerosene torch, and lit it in front of her
. Then I started pulling the handle, watching the red flame gradually turn into a blue-white beam of light. The woman's
pupils began to dilate, and she murmured to herself, "Gao Songlin... radio... radio... Gao Songlin... it's
Gao Songlin! It's him!" Then her head suddenly drooped down and she remained motionless.

Seeing Yan Xiaoyu faint, I lit a cigarette by the hissing blowtorch. The woman went completely limp,
her legs leaning awkwardly against the ground. Incontinent feces flowed down her legs, emitting a
foul odor. I carefully walked over and checked her breathing; she was still breathing. I then picked up a bucket of water and splashed it on
her face. She woke up with coughing, still incoherently muttering, "Gao Songlin... radio...
Gao Songlin... radio... please stop hitting me, I've told you everything... radio..." I was very satisfied;
mission accomplished! I disassembled the pen I carried with me, took out a short silver needle, parted her
hair with one hand, and inserted the needle into the back of her head with the other, until it was completely subcutaneous. The woman twitched violently
and then remained still.

After I packed my things, I opened the door and shouted for the medic. I told him that the prisoner had suddenly
suffocated during the interrogation, and the medic had quickly examined her and declared Yan Xiaoyu dead. The major on duty who arrived shortly after
gave me a suspicious look but didn't ask any questions. He simply told me that I couldn't leave yet and that my fate would be decided after the investigation was complete
. He added that if I had any questions, I could report directly to Section Chief Kondo Shinpachi of Section Three.

Twenty minutes later, the major came in and informed me that Colonel Kondo wanted to see me. I straightened my clothes and
went with him. In Kondo's office, I gave a detailed report on the interrogation process, repeatedly explaining that the lack of
jurors was due to our negligence. We hadn't realized that Yan Xiaoyu was concealing other information, and I had overestimated
her psychological resilience, which led to her death. Finally, I suggested an immediate
investigation verify the information provided by Yan Xiaoyu. Kondo, however, said that I would continue to follow up on Gao Songlin's case
and report back later. I said with difficulty that this person was under the jurisdiction of the Xinjing Military Police, and it was inconvenient for me, as a member of the Second Intelligence Staff Section, to
directly intervene. I requested that someone else be assigned. Kondo did not answer directly but told me that the current Military Police Commander,
Hashimoto Toranosuke, was about to step down, and the General Headquarters had decided that I would succeed Commander Hashimoto. He asked if I would be willing
to continue his work, because I came from the Military Police, and my qualifications and rank were not bad. Now was a good
opportunity .

The head of the Third Section of the Military Police Headquarters—this was an extremely important position. It's no exaggeration to say that the Third Section had influence over the entire anti-communist and counter-espionage work of
Manchukuo , as well as overseeing the work of the Security Bureau. It was a position of considerable power despite its relatively low rank.
I immediately puffed out my chest and assured Kondo that if I had the opportunity to take over, I would definitely elevate the intelligence work in Manchuria to a
new level. Kondo was very pleased and personally called Saito Yoshio to tell him that I would be directly in charge of the Gao Songlin case, and that
the Xinjing Military Police would provide full cooperation.

After having lunch with Kondo at noon, I went directly to the liaison station. Today's events were a completely unexpected bonus.
Originally, I was there to avenge Yue Rong, but it turned out to be a double victory. Excited, I decided to accelerate the progress of the plan.

When I arrived at the Chinese medicine shop, I asked Manager Guo to prepare some American-made guns and ammunition for me. Old Guo was very puzzled,
thinking that I had no need to participate in the direct operation. Finally, after my repeated assurances, he reluctantly gave me a
Thompson submachine gun, two Colt pistols and about two hundred rounds of ammunition. These items were all packed in a military green waterproof bag as I requested
. I told Old Guo that I would come to pick them up in a couple of days.

For the next three days, the Third Section of the Military Police and the Xinjing Military Police closely monitored Gao Songlin. Under
my special care, the agents of the Third Section almost openly followed him. When he discovered them, they simply revealed
their identities . This behavior put a lot of mental pressure on him. Two days later, Gao Songlin began to drown his sorrows in alcohol. When drunk,
he became extremely irritable and unwilling to tell his wife. He began to complain to his former brothers about his
dissatisfaction As a result,
complaints such as "If I had known that the Japanese would not trust us so much, I would have joined the Loyal and Patriotic Army to fight the Japanese" kept reaching Saito's ears. This made Saito, who was originally skeptical, believe that Gao Songlin was an
ungrateful dog and began to deliberately distance himself from him, only assigning him some unimportant tasks. This obvious distrust
made Gao Songlin even more irritable. He often went to the river where he exercised in the morning and stared blankly at the water for a long time. At this point, I thought
the time was almost right.

About ten days later, one day, while the couple were out, I sneaked into their house, hid the package containing
the weapon in the coal pile, and then put everything back as it was. That night, I went to the riverbank he frequented and hid under a tree.
I buried a vacuum tube, a special type used in radio transmitters, which I had painstakingly tricked into getting from Lao Guo, and patiently
waited for a few more days.

Finally, a week later, news came from the Xinjing Military Police that Gao Songlin had bought
a train ticket , claiming that his mother-in-law was ill and needed her daughter to come home to take care of her. I thought the time to arrest him had come, so I issued
an order to arrest the couple at the same time, but required that they be arrested in different locations and that they be kept completely in the dark about each other's situation.
So the next day, two plainclothes officers followed his wife, Xiao Hong, onto the train, preparing to make their move at her parents' home, while we
made our move that very night.

But what happened during the night's arrest far exceeded my expectations. Gao Songlin had already discovered
the weapons I had buried in his coal pile and was prepared to fight to the death. As soon as two soldiers climbed over the courtyard wall, he
decisively opened fire. The military police, who originally wanted to arrest the anti-Japanese elements without bloodshed, suffered heavy casualties.
While I was amazed by the dense firepower of the American-made submachine guns, I also secretly admired Gao Songlin's marksmanship. He fired two pistols in turn with
almost no interruption. My dozen or so Type 38 rifles were almost unable to lift their heads. His excellent
combat skills made those military police who were used to intimidating others feel as if they had seen a ghost.
After paying the price of five dead and many wounded, the major in charge finally lost his patience and threw in a dozen grenades. Half of the house collapsed. After
confirming that there was no resistance, we rushed in and pulled out the stunned Gao Songlin from under a heavy octagonal table.

Gao Songlin's fierce resistance led to a bloody reprisal in his mother-in-law's village. Two days later, the military police responsible for
arresting Xiao Hong returned. They told me everything went smoothly, except that due to Gao Songlin's resistance and
the casualties during the arrest, the woman's family home had been razed to the ground. Even a child under one year old was
thrown into the fire in front of his mother. Half of the men over twelve years old in the village were shot as punishment. The woman was
completely terrified; even if she were asked to admit she was the current empress, she would agree without hesitation. In
their words, she was worthless and there was no need to bring her back. After I sent them away, I immediately called
Captain Saito. After exchanging pleasantries, I tactfully asked him if I could handle Xiao Hong. To my
surprise, he readily agreed, saying, "I've already prepared her for you. When I arrested this woman, I told
them not to touch her. I've even changed her into clean clothes. I'm just waiting for your call." He then added that
if I needed help with any major cases in the future, I should just ask. I was both amused and exasperated, and readily agreed. It seems having connections
is really advantageous. Even before I've been promoted, I already have people flattering me. However, my reputation for liking mature women has probably spread
throughout the entire Kwantung Army.

That evening, Xiao Hong was taken to the Military Police Headquarters. In the office, I saw the
second concubine who had caused Yue Rong's family to be destroyed again. This woman was at most twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, quite tall, with hair that had obviously
been washed recently, slightly disheveled and draped over her shoulders. She had a slightly long oval face, and her standard almond-shaped eyes
flickered with panic. She had a high and straight nose, a small mouth, and a slightly full upper lip. She was wearing an
old Japanese military uniform without collar insignia, but on her feet were a pair of wooden clogs. Her snow-white bare feet were probably a little stiff from the cold,
looking bloodless. I nodded to myself. It seemed that Saito really wanted to befriend me this time. This woman had obviously
not been violated; at most, she had given me a good look, but she looked genuinely frightened. Her eyes were dull
and lifeless as she looked around blankly, appearing anxious and uneasy.

"Tang Hong!" I shouted her name. The woman was so frightened by my voice that her legs went weak and she knelt on the ground,
her hands supporting her head as she slumped down, her body trembling. "Do you know why I brought you here?"
I continued. "I know my husband did something wrong to the Imperial Army, but I knew nothing about it! My
whole family was killed by the Imperial Army to pay for their crimes. Please, Your Excellency, spare me! I'm willing to serve the Imperial Army like a slave. As long as Your Excellency
spares my life, I'll do anything! I'm willing to do anything for Your Excellency!" The woman lay on the ground, weeping
and kowtowing repeatedly. "Are you really willing to do anything?" I walked up to her. "As long as you spare my
worthless life, I'll do anything. I really don't want to die!" The woman clung to my legs like she had found a lifeline,
pleading desperately.

I grabbed her hair and dragged her to the sofa. The woman didn't dare struggle and obediently
knelt before me. As I sat down, looking at this terrified woman, a thought suddenly occurred to me: before
ending her life, I should make the most of her value. After all, she was quite beautiful; it
would be a waste to just kill her like this. Thinking this, I lifted her face and said, "Now tell me, what
value ? Give me a reason not to kill you." The woman stared at me blankly for a moment, then stammered, "I
have no other skills, but I wish to make the bed and warm the blankets for the Japanese lord to relieve his loneliness... " "Please accept this, Madam." "Oh? That's all?
What makes you different from other women? If we're all the same, why would I choose a
woman ?" I interrupted her. The woman bit her lower lip, a blush creeping onto her face.
She said shyly, "When I was little, because my family was poor, I learned performing arts in a variety show troupe. My master made me specialize in contortion. Later,
at eleven I was sold into a school. The madam there saw that I was good-looking and didn't rush me into prostitution. She taught me many
techniques for serving men, some of which were secrets from the palace, especially the breathing techniques and the art of limb manipulation, which are unique to me."
"Your skills are far superior to those young girls. You're very experienced, sir; you'll see once you try. I
'm sure you won't be disappointed!"

I looked at her with slight surprise. I hadn't expected this woman to be a so-called "skinny horse," a high-class prostitute
trained . My interest was immediately piqued. "Then demonstrate your skills here. Don't
disappoint me!" With that, I drew my pistol, cocked it, and placed it beside me. The woman shivered, stared at
the pistol for a moment, then, as if making a decision, took a deep breath, stood up, and slowly took off her shirt and trousers,
her feet emerging from her wooden clogs. She stepped out and stood naked in front of me. Just as I had imagined, her breasts were unusually full
from breastfeeding, with her nipples erect and purplish-red. Faint blue
veins were faintly visible on her breasts, and her protruding areolas indicated that she was breastfeeding. Surprisingly, her lower abdomen did not have
the usual stretch marks, but was just slightly fuller. Her legs were snow-white and straight, and her pubic hair was clearly trimmed
, forming a neat inverted triangle. The area around her labia was very smooth, without any visible hair. Her pair of delicate, bare
feet stood timidly on the floor, which aroused a sense of pity in me.

I watched as she took a breath, slightly rose on her tiptoes, and slowly lifted one leg, easily raising it above her head.
To my slightly astonishment, her calf pressed tightly against her ear. She then lowered it and switched to the other leg. Seeing my
slightly disdainful look, she pointed to the desk and asked if she could use it. I nodded, and she stood
facing me sideways, legs apart. She then raised her hands and bent backward until her hands were also on the desk.
Next, she bent her legs further, her upper body continuing to lower, and her head emerged from between her legs, forming an
"O" shape. Her breasts rested easily on the insteps, and the top of her head was pressed against her genitals, creating a bizarre
posture. Excitedly, I walked up to her and examined her. In this position, her mouth and genitals were less than half a foot apart.
If she were any lower, I could completely... The penis thrust in and out of her mouth and vagina without stopping, or
he played with her lower body while enjoying her oral sex—something impossible for ordinary people. Thinking about
this, my lower body involuntarily hardened. I reached out and slapped her high, protruding vulva, then asked
her to lick it. The woman obediently knelt down and helped me unzip my pants, then lay back on the table, her head resting on
the edge , and gently took my penis into her mouth. After a few licks with her tongue, my penis was fully erect
. She paused, grabbed my buttocks, and pulled me
closer . I felt the glans enter her esophagus, the annular groove being
gently squeezed by a ring of cartilage. Without hesitation, I began to thrust, and waves of pleasurable sensation washed over me. A surge of sensation rushed to my brain. Because
the woman was lying on her back, I could clearly see my penis forming a ridge on her neck, sliding back and forth
. Incredibly, the woman seemed completely unaffected, letting me thrust in and out. Gradually, I felt myself
nearing ejaculation. The woman sensed this too; she slightly pulled her head back, expelling half of my penis. Under my
disapproving gaze, she enveloped the glans with her lips, sucking on the urethral opening with a seemingly erratic rhythm. This
rhythm tickled my spot, and I felt my whole body tremble with it. Finally, my ejaculation erupted in her
mouth, a torrent of semen. But the woman's sucking continued, and my semen
continued . Just when I felt all my energy being drained away by her, the ejaculation finally stopped. The woman
cleaned me with her lips. Her penis opened slightly behind her, and I was astonished to find my semen filling her entire mouth.
The woman smiled and swallowed it in three gulps, then giggled and said, "It seems you haven't had a woman in a while, sir. You
ejaculated quite a lot, and the taste is very strong. Your body is truly wonderful! It seems I'm very fortunate to be with you from now on!"

Looking at this woman, who was practically a semen-absorbing machine, I was speechless for a long time. This woman was indeed
well-trained ; her perfect deep throat alone was something few could achieve, and her control over the rhythm of male ejaculation
was incredibly precise. She truly had a unique skill. I suddenly realized that keeping her alive might be of great help to
the treatment . I smiled and said to her, "You've indeed given me a reason to keep you alive,
but the final decision depends on your performance tomorrow!"

[To be continued]

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