【Hunting for Women Series: Cherry Blossoms Never End】(1-13)

(I)
Invasion!
Kobe!!
As I slammed this move onto the board, I noticed that Lieutenant General Sakata's face grew increasingly ashen
. This clever move, which had been lurking in the shadows, was undoubtedly a fatal
blow to the heart of the general, who had thought victory was assured.
I remained seated, expressionless. Despite studying in Japan for six years, I still wasn't used to playing Go while kneeling on the tatami
mat. This posture turned the pleasure of playing Go into an uncomfortable torture. But what surprised me
was that this old Japanese guy seemed completely at ease with this torturous way of relaxing. I cursed inwardly
: What a fucking pervert!
Liangzi smiled as she watched the old Japanese man—her father—in his predicament, while secretly making faces at me.
"Father, now you know how formidable Mr. Zhongshan is, right?"
"Damn it…" the old Japanese man sighed deeply, scrambling the chessboard. "My… I can't do it anymore,
the young man is too powerful!"
I nodded slightly. "Please take good care of me, Father…"
My name is Zhongshan Hideki, Chief Medical Doctor of Trauma Surgery at the Imperial Japanese Army Military Medical Academy, and also
the husband of the only beloved daughter of this old Japanese man—Lieutenant General Sakata Taro, commander of the most elite Sakata Division of the Kwantung Army.
But in reality, very few people in this world know that I am Chinese.
Don't curse me, I am not a traitor.
I, Fang Zui, a Chinese, am actually the Director of the First Special Operations Division of the Special Operations Bureau of the Ministry of National Defense of the Republic of China
, unanimously recognized as the most outstanding agent of the Republic of China! My mission, as I just brilliantly played
: infiltrate, wait for the opportunity to ambush and kill!
**********
...

I must admit, over the years, I have indeed enjoyed great pleasure with Ryoko—
the pleasure of transforming a pure, innocent girl, like the snow-capped peaks of Mount Fuji, into a mature woman.
Who would have thought that this seemingly gentle and virtuous woman, once awakened by me,
would be so astonishingly wanton in the bedroom?
But my mission always reminds me that I cannot be merciful to my enemies. This flower-like woman is actually a poppy
.
I wrapped one hand around Ryoko's neck, moving down her collar, pinching her nipple with two fingers,
squeezing it hard again and again. My other hand moved inwards from her thigh, quickly finding the bulge. With a flick of my finger,
I lifted the edge of her panties, pressing my index finger against the cleft.
Ryoko groaned, her hands diligently rubbing my penis through her trousers. My fingers
moved up and down her cleft, finding her clitoris. I rubbed her clitoris with my index finger, then thrust my middle finger into her honeypot
.
A soft, tender flesh enveloped my finger, and I probed deeper and deeper, deliberately trying to give this little girl an unforgettable stimulation
. She cooperated, her legs parted, and she moaned softly. My right hand felt wet
; haha, this woman was quickly aroused.
I pulled her panties to the other side, my fingers directly touching this wet patch that I never tired of
. Following her wet vagina, I took a section of my finger and probed inside, gently
drawing circles, one after another. Liangzi moaned softly. Suddenly, she arched her back, pushing my hand away from her vagina,
panting heavily, looking down at me with a sideways glance. Her face was flushed, as if painted with rouge.
I sighed, picked up a small handkerchief to wipe my hands, my left hand still gently caressing Liangzi's breast, reluctant
to let go. The woman, seemingly still recovering from her brief climax, gripped my
hand tightly, nestled in my arms, and looked up at me intently.
"Nakayama-kun."
"Hmm..."
"My father has recommended you to His Majesty the Emperor for this Imperial Selection. You will be seen soon."
Ryoko's words stirred something within me.
It wasn't that I was proud of being seen by that so-called Emperor; for me, this
was part of my plan: to use my exceptional medical skills to infiltrate the core of the Empire. Every
war requires extensive preparation, and medical preparation, including wound and disease prevention,
is an indispensable part. This time, the Japanese nominally needed a highly skilled Imperial Physician, but in reality
, this was a medical expert involved in formulating the war plan.
This was the position I was vying for.
Japan had been sharpening its knives against China, and I wanted to use my acquired identity and position to obtain accurate
intelligence for my country.
"I heard His Majesty the Emperor is sending the Duke of Shinnoji to assess you before making a decision. Father has already made preparations
, Nakayama-kun, you must do your best!"
"I know, Ryoko, I won't let you and Father down..." I said, kissing Ryoko
's red lips. This woman still had considerable value to me. I thought to myself,
you bunch of beasts, just wait and see my "superb skills." What Emperor, what Duke, I'll make you all
my lab rats.
**********************************
Duke Shinnoji's investigation of me took place at Ryoko's house. This
little old man with round, black-rimmed glasses meticulously questioned me about every aspect of my life, in a detail that surprised me
. He even knew the names and quirks of my neighbors in my "old home in Hokkaido."
Fortunately, I—or rather, we—had made careful preparations for this top-secret infiltration. The
real "medical doctor," Nakayama Jun, had already been stuffed into a sack and thrown
into the Pacific Ocean by our people on his way back to Japan after completing his studies.
And I, his classmate, naturally became the "Greater Japanese
Elite, Nakayama Jun," returning home to participate in the holy war.
This top-secret operation was known to no more than three people in the world.
The virus.
I am the virus that has made the Japanese devils terminally ill and incurable.
"Nakayama-kun, personally speaking, I'm very satisfied with you..." This old Japanese man
said to me before getting into his car. "You are the elite and pride of the Empire! I will recommend you to His Majesty the Emperor as soon as possible."
************
Sakata Taro, no, my father-in-law, has been busy with pre-war preparations and has rarely been home lately.
It's said that he and Admiral Yamamoto of the Navy are planning a large-scale exercise.
"Nakayama-kun, I entrust the family to you..." These were the old Japanese man's last words before leaving home.
Thus, I became the only man in this vast mansion.
In reality, I'm rarely home either. Now, I hold the title of Imperial Physician.
A fully equipped laboratory, a coveted huge amount of funding—the dream of countless scientists.
Now, all of this is within my grasp.
But I feel that they don't fully trust me yet. Although there aren't many things to do each day, it
's far removed from my original purpose.
I'll use this time to properly sort out my previous plans.
I am a doctor, and also a spy. Sometimes, I'm not even sure what my true identity is
. In terms of medical expertise, I can proudly say that I am among the best in Japan.
The plan I'm considering is Project Maruta.
Chemical warfare first appeared after World War I, and countries around the world have invested heavily in research.
My professional knowledge tells me that given the ruthless and cruel nature of the Japanese people, if they were to wage war,
they would definitely use chemical warfare against my compatriots. The principle of "an eye for an eye" applies 　　here
; in recent years, I have secretly successfully developed several mutated
viruses.
I want them to suffer the consequences.
My current advantageous position allows me to carry out the action I've long considered. 　　Unexpectedly
, my first guinea pig is the Duchess of Shinononji. 　　**********
... 　　Indeed, my father-in-law, Sakata, is now a powerful and influential figure in the military, and I, having just 　　been personally appointed by the Emperor as the Chief Physician of the Imperial Household, am, in a sense, a rising star. I greeted the men and women with restraint, secretly 　　amused 　　by the intense envy in their eyes . 　　These fools, one day they'll taste the poison they've brewed. 　　Just then, the Duchess and Duke Shinononji appeared. 　　Upon first seeing the Duchess, I inwardly cheered. 　　Although I had heard many rumors about her, she actually looked 　　much younger than I had imagined, probably around thirty-two or thirty-three. Her hair was cut quite 　　short at the back, while the front was neatly combed to the sides. Her lightly powdered skin was delicate and radiant, 　　and she seemed full of vibrant energy. Surprisingly, she also possessed a face rarely seen in Japanese women. 　　Compared to the affected women in the room, she looked like a country bumpkin. And the Duke of Shinenji, already 　　thin and small, now seemed like a toad compared to this woman. 　　Ryoko gently tugged at my arm and whispered in my ear, "This is the Duchess, her name is 　　Hirosue Ryoko." 　　I nodded slightly, understanding. At that moment, the Duchess arrived 　　before us. 　　Ryoko bowed slightly, and the two greeted each other politely, introducing me to the Duchess. 　　I smiled slightly, gently took her hand, and kissed it. Her skin was smooth and delicate; the ancients described it as "tender as 　　cream," which must have been a description of this. 　　In that instant, I keenly noticed a fleeting look of shyness in the Duchess's eyes. 　　I immediately understood that being with the Duke, this rigid and eccentric old man who was like a walking corpse, 　　must be an unimaginable existence for this woman, brimming with springtime desire. 　　As I released her hand, I casually tickled the Duchess's palm. 　　The woman trembled slightly. 　　Such a sensitive body! 　　My heart skipped a beat. 　　Duke Shinononji seemed oblivious to my actions, still pontificating about serving the Emperor. Little 　　did he know, my heart was entirely focused on his wife. 　　Such a sensitive, beautiful woman—I must thoroughly enjoy the pleasure of being "tamed" by her. 　　The banquet was utterly tedious. Everyone uttered insincere platitudes, and the old duke 　　continued his incessant ramblings about the inevitable victory in the holy war. 　　If 　　it weren't for the beautiful Duchess, I would have already excused myself. 　　Our eyes met several times, seemingly intentionally, yet unintentionally. 　　This further convinced me that I could achieve victory with this woman. 　　But then, something unexpected happened! 　　A burst of gunfire erupted from outside the courtyard!!

Years of training made me immediately realize that something unexpected had happened, most likely a
so-called "rebellion of a subordinate officer"!
Such incidents are commonplace in the current Japanese military and political circles, and only in this crazy island nation could such a thing
occur. Lower-ranking officers often launch rebellions on the grounds that a superior's incompetence is hindering His Majesty the Emperor's cause,
killing their opponents and then "apologizing" by committing suicide—it's utterly insane
. Former Prime Minister Tama was killed for this very reason.
Thinking of this, I immediately jumped up from my seat. I grabbed Ryoko and pulled her aside. At that moment, several
soldiers in yellow uniforms rushed in. The hall was filled with cries and screams as people scrambled to crawl under the tables.
Gunshots rang out, followed by several screams.
I couldn't just sit and wait to die.
With a flick of my wrist, silver chopsticks flew out. The first soldier to rush in screamed as the chopsticks
pierced his eye, killing him instantly.
But the soldiers behind him had already raised their guns.
I shoved Ryoko aside, simultaneously sinking my own body. A
flash of light clearly appeared, followed by a pig-like scream: "Ah…!"
The old duke had been shot.
Fortunately, the gun couldn't fire in bursts; it needed to be unloaded and reloaded.
The opportunity was fleeting. Taking advantage of the moment, I sprang up, my other silver chopstick flying out,
piercing the second gunman's skull with deadly accuracy.
My fist, almost simultaneously with the chopstick, struck the third soldier's face with tremendous force.
I could even hear the sound of skulls shattering.
Without a doubt, this was a perfect example of the Japanese Iga Valley hand-blade style.
Only I knew that this was actually the true power of Chinese martial arts, the Shaolin Vajra Palm; I
had merely transformed the palm into a fist.
At this moment, the hall was in chaos.
I wasn't worried about being shot anymore; in this respect, I felt a certain respect for the Japanese soldiers.
My previous unarmed moves clearly declared my intention to engage them in hand-to-hand combat.
Four soldiers surrounded me.
I could even see my ashen face reflected in the gleaming bayonets.
I was indeed nervous.
It wasn't that I was afraid of death; I was worried that this unexpected turn of events would disrupt my planned strategy, rendering all my years of
effort futile. After all, this rebellion was just dogfighting within the Japanese ranks, while I still carried a top-
secret mission.
I glanced around.
Ryoko was unconscious in the corner; when I pushed her, I had subdued her by pressing her pressure point.
The old duke was covered in blood, lying motionless on the ground, his condition unknown.
Surprisingly, the duchess was crouching by the wall, watching me intently.
In that glance, I saw fear and concern in her eyes.
This woman, a truly strange woman.
(II)
The soldiers also knew I was their formidable enemy. They snorted, and four bayonets, like lightning, were already
thrusting towards my abdomen. From any angle, their movements were flawless. Unfortunately for them, they had met
me.
I knew their "Infantry Bayonet Drill Manual" by heart. My rigorous training in Chinese martial arts since childhood
taught me that striking first doesn't guarantee victory.
I ducked low, my left hand flashing like lightning, already gripping a soldier's rifle. Simultaneously, my right hand pulled, and with a hiss
, the bayonet plunged into the opposite soldier's abdomen. The man screamed in agony. This
soldier had killed his comrade, and in his moment of disbelief, my right palm had already slashed viciously at the back of his neck.
Perhaps startled by my bravery, one soldier cried out and threw down his rifle, fleeing towards the door. Another,
however, turned and thrust his long bayonet at the old duke, who lay dead on the ground. This shot confirmed my
judgment; they were indeed after this withered old man.
I couldn't let him die yet. I acted swiftly—it was a brass button from my Western-style suit.
With a "hiss," the small brass button pierced the back of the soldier's head. The soldier, seemingly in disbelief
, turned around, staring at me with an incredulous look, and slowly slumped to the ground, dying.
The Duchess, however, rushed towards me like a madwoman, throwing herself into my arms and clinging to me tightly. I could feel
her body trembling violently; this woman was terrified by the bloodshed.
I couldn't help but cup her face in my hands, seeing her still-wet tear tracks, and kissed her red lips. Her breath was sweet and
fragrant; her soft tongue was icy cold, and I gently sucked on it.
I held her in my arms, patting her face softly, whispering comforting words, "It's alright, it's over..."
Strangely, this woman, just recovering from her shock, had a blush creeping onto her face. She gently
pushed me away, looking at the old Duke on the ground with concern.
Although there was a large pool of blood on the ground, I knew without looking that the old devil wasn't dead; he was still
screaming unconsciously.
However, although that shot didn't hit a vital organ, it's likely that this old devil will be paralyzed in
bed for life... 　　Subsequent
events confirmed my initial assessment: the bullet pierced his lumbar spine, causing
devastating damage to the nerves in his lower body. This retribution came far too quickly. But that's a story for later. The bestowal of 　　honors upon me took place a month later, on the behalf of the severely wounded Duke Shinononji, who 　　petitioned for my appointment from his sickbed. 　　This was told to me by my father-in-law, Sakata. So, while the poor duke was writing the petition for me with his crippled body 　　, I was in bed with his beautiful duchess, making love. 　　My father-in-law, Sakata, was the happiest. The Duke Shinononji's disability unintentionally eliminated a competitor for his services 　　, so when he generously recommended me to the Emperor as the old duke's personal physician, the Emperor readily agreed 　　. 　　This was exactly what I wanted, giving me even more ample reason to approach the duchess. 　　************

Getting this noble and virtuous duchess into bed happened on the third day after the "Shinenji Incident." It was
the first time I had slept with a woman other than Ryoko in Japan.
Getting Ryoko into bed had been a painstaking process; strictly speaking, it was a meticulously planned
operation, and the twists and turns of the journey would be a legend in itself.
It wasn't until our wedding night, when the maid gently closed the door, that I was certain our plan
had finally succeeded.
The lights flickered, the red curtains were warm—it was a moment that would make everyone's heart flutter, and even
I, known throughout the army for my composure, was no exception.
Heh, I wasn't a boy scout; back in China, during training, I had already had my way with all those female soldiers
. I used these women to advance my career, and at that time, I had a Japanese name
: Kame-gata Masao.
However, compared to now, that was more of a lesson than a pleasure. I always suspected that
there was a wild beast in my blood, just waiting for the right day to erupt.
Now I faced my legal wife, a true virgin.
Tonight, I would exercise my power and turn her into a woman.
I would savor this process.
Ryoko had already crawled into bed. This bed was one I had specially ordered from faraway Italy; I didn't want
to complete such a ritual on the cold, damp tatami.
I used my habits from living abroad as an excuse to order this state-of-the-art Western-style bed.
I will describe its sophistication later.
In the dim candlelight, Ryoko's beautiful face was turned towards me, her eyelids naturally closed, her long
eyelashes, small and beautiful nose, tightly closed lips with a sweet smile, and fine, black hair, all so naturally resting
in tranquility.
I gently lifted the covers, wanting to admire her naked body, but I was disappointed. The girl was still
lying on her side, fully clothed, seemingly fast asleep.
My hand rested on Liangzi's hot breasts, and I felt her tremble. But her eyes
remained tightly closed, feigning sleep.
I chuckled inwardly and began with her nipples, gently pinching and kneading them, giving her a small
stimulation. The girl trembled all over; her nipples softened and then hardened again, even the left one, her small
breasts standing erect.
After playing with them for a while, I began to unhook her bra. The girl turned to her side to cooperate, but
still pretended to be asleep with her eyes closed.
Soon, Liangzi's upper body was completely naked.
Her body was still curled up. For the first time in her life, a man had admired and played with her body like this
; for her, that shyness must have been quite normal.
But I knew that after my little foreplay, the fire in her heart would make her uncomfortable
—an unbearable pleasure, a unique quality of humankind.
I pulled Ryoko into my arms and gently kissed her neck.
Ryoko's body trembled slightly; the feeling of our skin touching, the blissful sensation, intoxicated me
and numbed her senses.
My hands weren't idle either, slowly moving down from her breasts, each step
bringing a different sensation to her body, gradually reaching her abdomen, past her navel, and down to her lower abdomen.
Honestly, Ryoko, pampered and spoiled since childhood, had incredibly smooth skin, and I was enjoying it immensely
. I was secretly amazed, my penis throbbing.
I suppressed this urge, determined to give her an unforgettable thrill. A woman's first time, to
some extent, can determine her entire life. For me, Ryoko would still be very useful in the future; how could I easily
give her up?
My hand was blocked by her panties, which Ryoko was also holding tightly, her mouth uttering unconscious
sobs. The more she acted this way, the happier I became. With a slight effort, my palm broke through the barrier of her panties and
slipped inside her waistband.
Sure enough, it was a veritable meadow. I lightly brushed the tips of that meadow, then suddenly swept across the little
stream of fallen petals—haha, it was already overflowing.
Ryoko couldn't help but let out a soft cry, her legs involuntarily intertwining with mine. She was still a
virgin, still quite naive about sex, and her genuine, instinctive reaction excited me even more, especially her youthful fragrance,
just as the ancients described, "her breath was like orchids," intoxicating.
At this moment, the only thing binding her was this thin panty, but I wasn't in a hurry to pull it off. Instead, I
slowly kissed from her neck to her earlobe. "Mmm..." Ryoko let out a comfortable moan.
Finally, I captured her lips. So soft yet so hot, this girl, still pursing her lips,
pretending to be asleep. Under the assault of my soft yet powerful tongue, her lips slowly parted on their own.
The strange sensation brought by my tongue made her blood boil, unbearably itchy and tingling.
In the dim light, I noticed her face suddenly turn red. Shyness is a woman's nature, especially in this
situation. Being entangled with me like this now, and then being […] by me later, would certainly make a virgin
die of shame.
Ryoko closed her eyes, making a weak yet willing resistance. I think this was a kind of "half-hearted resistance
," also a kind of pleasurable stimulation and teasing for the man.
I kissed her, our tongues intertwined, and my hands were not idle either, roaming all over her body, occasionally deliberately
brushing against her sweet spot, each time making her tremble involuntarily.
It was time. I pushed her panties down, and the girl obediently lifted her buttocks slightly. The panties slipped down,
and I used my foot to pull them off. At that moment, Ryoko was completely naked, her virginity, treasured for eighteen years, presented
before my penis.
************
Years later, when I look back on that night and that moment, I must admit that at that time, and only at that
time, for the first time, the hatred in my heart gave way to a feeling.
What was that feeling?
It was the pleasure of enjoying the right to deprive someone of their virginity.
Treat her gently—I even recalled the priest's words when he placed her hand in mine.
This was completely different from how I felt about the Duchess at that moment.
With the Duchess, I found myself driven more by desire, an insatiable lust for the flesh.
But with the Duchess, it was different.
Long-dormant desires, once rekindled, grew wildly like weeds in a field, uncontrollable.
************
This all began after the events of that day. Chaos reigned
; the ground was littered with people lying groaning and pleading for help, the air thick with
the mingled smells of fresh blood and gunpowder. The survivors huddled trembling in corners, their elegantly dressed maids
nowhere to be seen.
Reluctantly, I released the Duchess from my arms. Her body, so perfectly proportioned,
stirred a desire within me, but there was someone more important here and now: the poor old Duke.
I must admit, this old eccentric was indeed a very determined fellow. After I cleanly and
efficiently performed first aid and put him on a stretcher, he actually endured the excruciating pain and said "thank you."
I also performed his surgery, which, according to the report to the Emperor, was "an extremely exquisite and
successful operation." For me, it was indeed a great success. I also managed to sever this old devil's sympathetic nervous system.
He wanted to be loyal, so let him be loyal forever lying on his sickbed.
The surgery lasted eight hours. When I returned to the mansion, I was almost exhausted. Unexpectedly
, a black Austin pulled up in front of the door, and inside was the Duchess with red eyes.
My heart skipped a beat: the show was about to begin!
(III)
This winter was particularly cold, but because the hot springs were nearby, the indoor temperature was still warm
as spring. Looking out through the double-glazed windows, the fields of Hakone were covered with snow, and
the withered stems of lavender rustled in the wind. Appointed by the Emperor as the personal physician to Duke Shinononji, I 　　have spent a month
in this idyllic garden . 　　My daily work consists of checking on the Duke's recovery twice a day—a job so easy it's 　　unbelievable. 　　Of course, I have other work that I enjoy every day—but that's my private business—that 　　is, training the lovely Duchess. This woman is very talented; I'll elaborate on her progress over the past month later 　　. 　　Safety and secrecy are not a concern here at all. This is the royal family's winter retreat, a place where "the palace gates 　　are as deep as the sea." All servants and maids are required to strictly adhere to prescribed routes and times; anything outside of these is 　　considered an offense and will be executed. 　　It is said that even any bird of unknown origin will be shot on the spot, 　　let alone an uninvited guest . 　　My regret is that the Duchess's long sighs and groans during my daily training are only 　　heard by the lonely wildflowers outside the window. 　　For anyone, being surrounded by beautiful women and enjoying delicacies from all over the world 　　would be a heavenly life. 　　But for me, I'm incredibly anxious. I've been completely unaware of any 　　changes in the outside world over the past month. For someone like me, burdened with a special mission, this kind of life is clearly not something to be 　　missed. 　　Fortunately, the poor Duke has treated me like a confidant all this time, 　　letting me handle all the documents delivered to him. This has allowed me to obtain a lot of useful intelligence, which 　　I've been able to send out continuously through special channels. 　　But my intuition tells me things aren't so simple; something is definitely happening. 　　I always feel that somewhere I don't know, a pair of eyes are watching me. 　　************************************** 　　Today I have an important task. 　　It stems from a mischievous thought. 　　What if I used my scalpel to permanently peel back the little flower bud of the Duchess's honeyed depths, 　　exposing her constantly and subjecting her to far more intense stimulation than usual? 　　I wonder what this sensitive woman will be like then? 　　My 　　heart 　　pounded 　　at 　　this 　　mischievous 　　thought 　　. 　　********** 　　...　　　　　　　　　　I stroked the Duchess's head as if soothing a child. 　　"Ah...ah...that's enough! Ryoko, how is it? Delicious, isn't it?" 　　Perhaps out of shyness, the woman didn't answer, focusing even more intently on licking, like a lapdog, 　　drool involuntarily dripping down her cheeks. 　　"How is it? How does it taste?" I pressed her again. 　　" 　　Mmm..." The Duchess raised her already flushed face, "...It's so delicious." After saying this 　　, 　　her face turned unusually red. 　　＊ ...

Just last night, I made a discovery: my bedroom had been disturbed. It's clear this person was an extremely meticulous and cautious expert, 　　searching my bedroom
while I was visiting the Duke . 　　This mysterious figure must have thought I hadn't noticed anyone's visit. 　　Too bad he was wrong. 　　He didn't realize that before each trip, I would place a few short hairs in the hallway, forming a 　　special symbol. Any movement would cause these invisible hairs to change position. 　　He also wouldn't have guessed that these hairs were taken from a certain important part of the Duchess's body, haha. 　　Right now, everything between me and the Duchess is actually a trap. 　　I'm waiting for my prey to take the bait. 　　****************************** 　　The moment I opened the Duchess's legs, her soft body immediately contorted. 　　"Ah…darling…" 　　I must admit, the Duchess's private parts are indeed very attractive to me: 　　at my request, she trimmed her pubic hair into a thick inverted triangle, surrounding her blooming petals. 　　Unlike most women, perhaps due to limited sexual experience, her beautiful labia majora lacked folds and 　　were remarkably symmetrical. While not as delicately pink as Ryoko's, it also lacked the mature 　　, wanton color of a so-called "mature woman." 　　Seeing me admiring her exquisitely beautiful vulva filled the woman with overwhelming shyness. 　　"Ah...darling...no...no...looking like that..." Her legs were spread wide open, and the sight of her vulva being freely displayed made her 　　incredibly embarrassed 　　in my presence. 　　This woman, who had always lived a simple and ordinary life, was now particularly intensely shy 　　. 　　I teased her deliberately. 　　"Whose vulva is this?" 　　"It's...it's..." The woman's face flushed even more, overcome with shyness, unable to utter 　　the lewd word. 　　"Darling...mmm...mmm...don't look...don't..." 　　I gently kissed her. 　　The scent of a mature woman emanating from her plump thighs, mingled with a hazy, fragrant nectar 　　, filled my nostrils, intoxicating me. 　　"Ah...you're so annoying..." 　　My sudden stimulation caused the Duchess to groan loudly, her body writhing 　　even more violently. 　　Everything seemed intoxicating. 　　Just then, I noticed the moonlight outside the window suddenly darken. 　　The person outside must have thought it was a moment of passionate infatuation. 　　He had made his move! At 　　that moment, I suddenly moved. 　　I braced myself on the edge of the bed, and I was already at the window. 　　Before I could even stand up, a blade flashed like lightning, already above my head. 　　The mysterious assassin had finally launched his long-planned attack. 　　The blade was like lightning. 　　A thousand-man slayer. 　　(IV) 　　Swift Blade! 　　Such a swift blade! 　　The wind of the blade was silent, like a ghost, already upon me. 　　I shifted my body to the side, the cold blade grazing past me, a piece of my kimono's hem sliced off, 　　fluttering down like a butterfly. 　　Although I had long anticipated that someone capable of moving freely through the heavily guarded, iron-clad Imperial Palace 　　was no ordinary fighter, this strike still startled me. 　　This was the true "Wind-Facing One-Slash" swordsmanship of the Igagaya Kigawa school! 　　As the saying goes, all ninja schools converge on this one. 　　Could it be…? 　　But before I could think further, the ninja had already launched a second strike. 　　This time, the blade moved like a series of overlapping shadows. 　　I struck back! 　　With a clang, the Duchess's silver hairpin transformed into a short sword in my hand, striking precisely 　　the tip of the katana. 　　I thought, even Fujita Hideyuki, the master of the Kigawa school, would applaud this move. 　　Because the ninja's swordsmanship was so fast, the power was somewhat diminished. 　　My small silver hairpin merely deflected the ninja's attack. 　　This is the essence of Chinese martial arts, the so-called "using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds." 　　How could those Japanese devils understand? 　　The ninja was indeed a master; failing with his first strike, he immediately changed tactics, twirling his sword and aiming straight for my face. 　　I stepped back, immediately realizing he was going to escape! 　　As I expected, the ninja had already flipped through the air, a long rope now in his hand, hanging 　　from the high eaves in the distance. His body sprang up like a spider spinning silk, almost disappearing behind the roof. 　　He had been too careless with me. 　　For a ninja, this small oversight is often fatal. 　　I had already loosened the eaves' spire—he would never have dreamed that I 　　had been prepared since discovering the uninvited guest's arrival. 　　Over the past few days, I had tampered with every possible corner. 　　He had indeed fallen for my trap. 　　With a crash, the seemingly sturdy spire collapsed with a gentle pull! 　　The ninja's body immediately plummeted from mid-air. 　　How could I give him a chance? 　　My kimono's long sleeves had already rolled up, striking the ninja heavily like a dark cloud. 　　This move was one of the ultimate techniques of Chinese martial arts: 　　Flowing Cloud Sleeves. 　　The ninja never dreamed that this soft garment would be as unstoppable as a hammer in my hands. With 　　a scream of "Ugh...", the ninja was sent flying, spitting blood, and collapsed unconscious on the ground. 　　I was stunned. 　　That was clearly a woman's voice. 　　I never imagined that this exceptionally skilled ninja would be a woman. 　　＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊　　When the slightly bitter shamisen sounded again, Hideko awoke.

The air was filled with the scent of lavender. Through the gauze curtain, I could vaguely see the tall, imposing
back of a man.
It all felt like a dream.
I still clearly remembered the graceful movements of my sword, so perfect, so swift.
It was impossible for me to miss.
But that man was so powerful, using some kind of magic, all my moves were completely
useless.
Then, like a dark cloud, he swallowed my long sleeves.
At that moment, a sense of despair filled me.
It was terrifying.
Where am I now?
Why are my limbs all there, yet I can't move them at all, as if they weren't my own?
I can't even control my tongue?
Ah, where are all my clothes? How
embarrassing!
Oh, that man turned around, he's coming.
What am I going to do?
The only fate of a defeated ninja is death.
And I—Fujita Hideko, the best ninja in all of Iga Valley, am now a prisoner of the enemy.
What am I going to do? 　　I walked to the bedside, looking at the woman whose face was deathly pale.
Yes 　　, she was the ninja I had captured that day. 　　My attack had broken four of her ribs. 　　If it weren't for me, she would have died then and there. 　　This past week, I had spent a great deal of effort on this unknown woman. 　　She would recover day by day. 　　I said to the Duchess, "This woman must already know the secret of our affair. 　　So, we absolutely cannot let her die. 　　Otherwise, if word gets out, not only will your and my reputation be ruined, but even His Majesty the Emperor's will be destroyed. 　　Wait until this woman recovers a little. 　　I have many questions to ask her." 　　The Duchess readily agreed. Little did she know, I had another unspoken reason: 　　I wanted to train this rare female ninja to be my slave, or even my accomplice. To 　　my 　　surprise, when I examined the woman's body, I discovered that she was a virgin! 　　Her pubic hair wasn't very thick, but it was black and shiny, slightly curly, and shaped like an inverted triangle. At the end 　　was her alluring flower bud. 　　Due to the congestion from her injury, it was somewhat swollen, but it had a captivating crimson color, emitting a warm, intoxicating 　　fragrance. 　　I gently parted the woman's two crimson, dewy petals, and instantly, the pink bud was revealed. 　　Unexpectedly, the flower's heart was already overflowing with desire, glistening with a crystalline light, and 　　trembling under my caresses. 　　Such a sensitive body, reacting so strongly even while unconscious, was truly irresistible to me. If 　　I didn't... Given her near-death state, I would have already taken advantage of her. 　　Even so, I still left a small memento on her body. 　　I had the Duchess shave the woman's pubic hair completely, exposing her delicate, baby-like vulva 　　. 　　Then, I performed a small operation on her petals. 　　I embedded a jade bead engraved with my emblem. 　　To be honest, I was quite satisfied with my work. 　　The woman's bare vulva, with its crimson petals inlaid with the emerald bead, was truly enchanting 　　. 　　I wondered what her reaction would be when she awoke. 　　The Duchess blushed crimson, her legs going weak. 　　I pinched the Duchess's cheek and said with a smile, "What's the rush? I'll make you drool again tomorrow." 　　The 　　Duchess 　　immediately 　　blushed 　　deeply . 　　********** 　　... 　　(V) 　　From discovering the assassin spying on my and the Duchess's actions to capturing this beautiful ninja, everything seemed 　　to go smoothly. 　　But I discovered that a crucial link was missing. 　　—Who is she? 　　—Who sent her? 　　—What does she do? 　　—What secrets does she know? 　　All of this was a question for me. 　　This beautiful ninja was the key to answering these questions. 　　But my interrogation was not going well. 　　The ninja lay on the bed, silent. Her large, bright black eyes stared intently at me. 　　Her limbs were still out of her control, not even a finger could move. 　　If looks could kill, I think she would have killed me countless times. 　　I smiled. 　　I even put her cold hands back under the covers and tucked the blankets around her. 　　I hate violence. 　　I even disapproved of the SM games favored by the upper echelons of Japanese society. 　　That kind of perverted behavior was just a way to mask their incompetence and weakness. 　　I was certain that this beautiful ninja would speak soon enough. 　　Even in the end, she would crawl on her knees like a 　　dog 　　, 　　begging 　　me 　　. 　　********** 　　...

Ah, the man smiled at me. He had thick eyebrows and bright eyes, and his smile was just like my father's, even
the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were similar.
Strange, why is my heart beating faster and faster?
Ah, it feels like a thousand pleasant little insects are crawling all over my body. These wonderful insects, this wonderful feeling,
slowly spread from my neck down, down… This feeling is strange; I seem to want something, but it's vague
, and I can't quite grasp it…
Ah, why… why… it's suddenly wet down there… No, I can't hold back anymore, I can't help
but touch it… I want… Ah… I'm not wearing any clothes, it's so embarrassing…
Ah…
Fujita Hideko couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
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I kept watching the girl's reaction.
This was a very interesting process.
The complete process of a drug's effect on a test subject.
Yes, I injected a drug into one of the most sensitive parts of her body.
More accurately, it's a slow-release biological toxin that makes a person's senses unusually
sensitive. Even the slightest touch can have a huge psychological impact, gradually
destroying their will.
What's special is that this psychological blow is directly proportional to the time it takes for the drug to be released.
In layman's terms, each wave is stronger than the last.
This is just the beginning.
This is one of the results of my years of research while studying in the United States. It originates from ancient Chinese medical books,
only mentioned vaguely in the famous medical book *Qianjin Fang*. I researched it and
improved and refined it using modern Western pharmaceutical methods.
When the results were shown on mice, I exclaimed: "Holy crap!!
The ancients were fucking clever!"
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I smiled, my gaze fixed on the girl.
She let out a soft moan, then immediately pursed her lips. From her flushed face, I knew
what she wanted to do.
Because of the medication, her bladder sphincter was relaxed, and she felt an unbearable urge to urinate.
But her limbs were paralyzed; all she could do was fight the urge with all her willpower.
Heh, what an interesting reaction.
But for a virgin like her, this moment was a living hell of humiliation.
It was time.
I abruptly pulled back her blanket, staring intently into her eyes.
"Tell me, what's your name?"
"Ugh…no…" She didn't react to my sudden action. Then, in that
instant, the humiliation of being naked and shamelessly admired by a stranger, especially an enemy, enveloped
her
once more. "Tell me, what's your name?" I repeated in the same tone. My fingers gently caressed her
now-shaved private area. At that tender urethra, I deliberately brushed against it.
"Fujita…Hideko…ooh…" She finally couldn't bear it any longer, managing to utter those words with difficulty. Her body
trembled, and a stream of golden urine gushed out, accompanied by a loud wail of pain. 　　My gains were immense.
Hideko 　　's words confirmed my initial assessment; she was indeed the only 　　beloved daughter of Master Fujita of the Igagaya Kikawa-ryu school, and her main purpose in infiltrating the Imperial Garden was to monitor me. 　　It seems they still don't trust me. 　　What truly surprised me was that Master Fujita of the Kikawa-ryu school was now also conducting large-scale training of Black Dragon Society members, aiming to 　　provide "top-tier talent" for the "Greater East Asia Holy War." 　　The 　　people of this country seem to have gone mad. 　　Hideko had fallen into a deep sleep. 　　The blush on her face hadn't faded, and her eyes were tightly closed, but her rapidly trembling 　　eyelashes hinted at her inner turmoil. 　　After she finished urinating, I pulled her into my arms. 　　Her skin was indeed beautiful, snow-white and delicate. Her calves were long, her ankles slender, and the transition from thigh to calf 　　was perfectly proportioned, her muscles firm and refined. A woman who practices martial arts is indeed different; I was very satisfied. 　　I examined her vulva closely, her bare, honeyed area completely exposed. The narrow slit opened 　　and closed briefly before closing tightly and smoothly again, the crimson petals adorned with emerald beads, truly alluring. 　　It filled me with both tenderness and a desire to roughly destroy it. 　　I couldn't help but imagine what it would look like after I had finished with it. 　　I gently parted her petals; the entire vaginal flesh was a vibrant red. Slightly prying it open with my fingers, I 　　saw soft, tender polyps at the center of her vulva, clump together with a slightly transparent fluid. I pressed my hand against the 　　tiny bud at the tip. 　　"Ah, no!!..." Xiuzi was startled by the sudden stimulation, but her body immediately became excited, 　　writhing against me. A glistening dewdrop dripped from the alluring center of her vulva; the viscous fluid did 　　n't immediately drip to the ground, but instead formed a thin stream hanging between her tempting legs. 　　"You're so sensitive, a natural slut's body, practically one in a hundred." My hands didn't stop, 　　but my words deliberately insulted her, wanting to crush her self-esteem. 　　"No...no...ah! No..." She wanted to retort, but the stimulation from her lower body made her unable 　　to form words. She could only desperately twist her body, as if that would make her feel better. 　　"That's right, look at your reaction, aren't you ashamed?... " I bit her earlobe and whispered. I 　　lifted her head so she could see her bare genitals. 　　"Ah..." Seeing her genitals, which I had manipulated into a wanton and alluring way, she couldn't help but let out a soft cry. 　　I smiled triumphantly. 　　I had a new plan: to lure the snake out of its hole. 　　To find the real mastermind behind it all. 　　This was a ready-made bait. 　　(VI)

If everyone in the world could find a reason to be happy, Fujita Shigeru was definitely an
exception.
In the past seven days, three of his disciples had their ribs broken, and five others were seriously injured.
All of this was because of a letter.
A letter from Prince Reihito, the younger brother of Emperor Nobuhito.
The letter, written seven days ago to his beloved only daughter, Fujita Hideko, was forbidden to be read by anyone.
And indeed, no one dared to read it.
Prince Reihito was a powerful figure in the current Japanese Empire, under the leadership of His Majesty the Emperor, shouldering
the holy war mission of conquering the Far East and establishing the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere. Who would dare offend such a powerful figure?
Moreover, Fujita Shigeru, a renowned master of the Kikawa-ryu school, would disdain such matters.
Therefore, all he knew was that after reading the letter, Hideko immediately packed her gear and left.
Where she went, what she did, even he, her father, knew nothing about.
—They were ninjas, and one of their principles was: even in death, they would never reveal their employer's secrets
.
But for the past seven days, there had been no news of Hideko whatsoever—this was highly unusual. Ninjas had their own
unique methods of communication, facilitating contact, providing information, seeking help, and so on.
But strangely, apart from a simple marker left outside the palace walls that day, Hideko
had left no trace.
Something unusual must have happened.
With his daughter's skills, nothing should have happened; she wouldn't have vanished without a trace.
He had even visited His Highness the Prince, but His Highness had gone to the Apennines four days prior and
wouldn't be returning to Japan for some time.
Fujita Shigeru, as a father, worried about his daughter's safety.
He never dreamed that his daughter, Fujita Hideko, hailed as the number one ninja of Iga, would fall into my
hands and be undergoing my training these past few days. 　　＊
... 　　I'm not usually someone with unusual sexual interests, but these past few days, I've found myself enjoying this kind of activity. 　　Especially tormenting a woman with such impressive martial arts skills and a fiercely independent personality—it's fucking a 　　pleasure. 　　My training experiment began with the Duchess. 　　The Duchess wore only a black nightgown; her snow-white, tender body, clad in an imported 　　nylon nightgown with lace trim, exuded a sensual allure. The seductive fragrance of the perfume "Poison" 　　mingled with the mature woman's scent, creating an even stronger stimulation. 　　The Duchess removed her thin nightgown herself, kneeling on the bed, now only her black nylon panties 　　covering her full buttocks. "Spread your hands and legs," I 　　commanded 　　this alluring woman, trying to remain calm and emotionless . 　　Although she was already familiar with the situation, the intense shame of being controlled by a man unexpected from her husband still 　　flushed the Duchess's entire body a wanton pink; she was a woman completely controlled by lust. 　　She obediently spread her naked body, now only wearing underwear, in a stark spread 　　, her beautiful face filled with bewilderment and confusion. Her large breasts rose and fell with her breath, the erect pink nipples tempting and alluring—a truly 　　captivating body. 　　I took out strips of white cloth and wrapped them around the Duchess's limbs, then securely fastened them to 　　the four corners of the bed. Soon, the Duchess, like a frog in a dissection experiment, was bound to the bed, her snow-white belly exposed, 　　unable to move. 　　Fujita Hideko lay beside the Duchess, but unlike her, she had no 　　need to undress—for so many days, she had been controlled by me with anesthetics, completely naked, 　　rising and falling in the waves of desire I controlled. 　　Unfortunately, this beautiful ninja, I had not yet granted her the ability to act independently. 　　She could only passively wait for me to decide her fate. 　　The lights came on, casting a warm, yellowish glow on these two bodies, one mature, the other delicate. 　　"I'm about to perform a minor surgery on you," I 　　said, lightly brushing against the Duchess's immobilized, white arm while caressing her full breasts. 　　The Duchess blushed deeply, incredibly shy; she, of course, knew what my so-called "surgery" was. 　　I had already shaved the hair from her private parts completely, and now, in a spread-eagle position, her 　　pubic hair was fully exposed. 　　I pulled Fujita Hideko up, bringing her face directly to the Duchess's fragrant, warm 　　private parts, and said with a smile, "How is it? Beautiful, isn't it?" Touched and teased by a strange man, Hideko turned her face away in 　　embarrassment . 　　I lewdly stroked Hideko's already aroused private parts, looking at the flushed 　　Fujita 　　Hideko, "Where is Mr. Fujita right now?" 　　********** ... 　　This was an absolutely momentous decision: Amaterasu had long ago proclaimed to the world that trespassing into the Imperial Palace was a grave offense 　　, punishable by death. 　　Hideko was his only beloved daughter; for many years, father and daughter had depended on each other. Without her, life 　　held no meaning for him. 　　He believed in his skills. 　　The title of master of the Igagaya Kikawa-ryu style was well-deserved. 　　But at the same time, I, too, was wondering: if this was a trap, would anyone take the bait? 　　********** 　　Entering the Imperial Palace Gardens was unexpectedly smooth. 　　With almost no effort, Fujita Shigeru had already entered the fourth level of the Imperial Palace Gardens. 　　In ninja training, the so-called "escape technique" was the most basic requirement. 　　Fujita had been hiding on the roof of a small house with a wooden sign that read "Japanese Style" for two days. 　　Wood Hidden – transformed into wood, motionless and restless. 　　Even rats were fighting on his body.

Although no one had noticed him, Fujita was still uneasy: the imperial garden was vast, with its mountains, forests
, waterside pavilions, and towers; finding someone would be no easy task.
He had to find someone to interrogate. With that thought, Fujita made his move.
************
Sanaeko never dreamed she would be attacked while changing clothes. "
Changing clothes" was a euphemism; it simply meant urinating.
As a lady-in-waiting, Sanaeko had served the late emperor since she entered the palace at sixteen, a service that had lasted over thirty years
.
At the prime of her life, she must have harbored many unspeakable desires.
However, the palace was strictly forbidden; even including the young crown prince, the imperial family consisted of only
four men. Could these desires transform into an abnormal favoritism?
Just as she was thinking this, Sanaeko was attacked by Fujita Shigeru.
Direct combat was not a ninja's forte.
They were adapted to a hidden and treacherous environment.
Therefore, the martial arts of ninjas emphasize speed, ruthlessness, and effectiveness.
Fujita's first move was aimed at Sanaeko's "most effective spot."
(VII)
Exhaustion, a rare kind of exhaustion, but within this weariness was a satisfying pleasure of having achieved one's desires.
Looking at Sanaeko's naked and sprawling corpse on the ground, Fujita Shigeru even felt a sense of dissatisfaction
and regret.
Was he really getting old? He had even lost the sharpness and composure of his youth. Otherwise, how could he have
so easily destroyed this precious treasure?
The sensation of this voluptuous woman being penetrated was so exquisite, it was truly rare.
Even after his palm broke her neck, this woman's honeyed spot was still so soft and smooth.
What a pity.
If it weren't for finding Hideko, he would definitely find a way to take this woman out of the palace.
Hideko...
Thinking of Hideko, Fujita's heart stirred.
Who would enjoy his daughter's fresh and pure body?
Fujita
struck when Sanaeko was completely off guard. To put it in a literary way, he "
committed an unexpected act in an unexpected place."
Years of court life had given Sanaeko an intimate knowledge of the imperial gardens.
She never dreamed that in the bath, having just removed her underwear and squatted down, before she could even urinate,
she would be attacked. A man dressed entirely in black, his face and mouth covered, suddenly descended like an eagle, and then she
knew nothing more.
When she awoke, she felt something strange in her lower body, a warm sensation surging within.
Raising her head slightly, ah!
Sanaeko gasped.
The man was buried between her legs, his nimble, elegant tongue sucking incessantly.
Heavens! This feeling was too wondrous.
A resentful woman confined to the palace, who had never tasted the pleasures of physical intimacy, suddenly found herself exposed to a
strange man, her most intimate parts exposed, teased by his tongue. Her innate
lust was gradually released, and she began to thrust rhythmically in response.
Her full, large breasts were constantly being kneaded, her nipples sucked, and Fujita Shigeru
tormented her body like a cat playing with a mouse. The woman was lost in the waves of pleasure stimulated by Fujita's tongue
.
The time came; Fujita's already erect penis plunged deeply into her intimate parts.
"Ah..." The sudden stimulation caused Sanaeko to let out a soft sigh, then she was immersed in
the pleasure of the friction, all her thoughts turning into unconscious moans.
"—The Imperial Garden has five guard posts…ah…deeper…"
—"Ugh, ugh…His Majesty the Emperor…ugh…in the Ximing Palace in the center of the Yagi Castle…"
—"To the east is…ah…so comfortable…ah…Kame Castle, there are three guard posts inside…"
—"Shinenji…the Duke and his wife…ah…deeper…ugh…with their company
…staying…staying in the Acropolis…"
—"Ah…"
Sanaeko could no longer hold back, her body trembling, her hands unconsciously scratching at Fujita's veil,
before her eyes a cold, hawk-like face. Before her, still reeling from the afterglow of her climax, the man swung his hand,
his palm blade, capable of shattering a three-inch thick pine board, severing Sanaeko's neck.
Fujita Shigeru pulled out his penis with satisfaction, a cruel smile on his face, watching as
white semen slowly oozed from the swollen, red orifice of the now-dead Sanaeko, dripping onto the floor.
Next?
Enter the Yagi Castle.
Years
later, when I recall that harrowing moment, my heart still pounds with fear at the perilous situation.
The Japanese pirates were cruel, but also cunning. To deal with such beasts, one had to be even more cruel,
more cunning, and more merciless.
While Fujita Shigeru was venting his lust on Sanaeko, her daughter was writhing and moaning beneath me.
The Duchess knelt at the head of the bed, her genitals pressed against Hideko's mouth, spreading Hideko's legs wide
into an M-shape, ready to receive my arrival.
As I thrust into my raging member, Hideko cried out in despair, her cries echoing through the room,
inaudible outside. The maids were already fast asleep, far from where we were.
Hideko struggled and screamed with her last remaining strength.
Suddenly, a sharp "slap" shattered the fervor.
I slapped Fujita Hideko hard across the face.
To be honest, I didn't hit her hard, but the slap was very crisp. After the slap, Xiuzi's rosy cheeks became even
more beautiful.
"What are you yelling about? Who do you think you are?" I roared. I grabbed her hair,
making her almost able to kiss my genitals.
"You slut, look what this is!"
I had shaved off all her pubic hair long ago, leaving it bald. That untouched virgin territory was a captivating
crimson. I had embedded jade beads bearing my mark on her petals, now glistening
even more translucent, nourished by her flowing nectar.
Hideko was terrified. She stopped struggling, only sobbing softly, offering no reply.
************
The information unconsciously revealed by Sanaeko during her climax was remarkably accurate.
Fujita Shigeru easily bypassed the three layers of guards and reached the edge of the Yagi Castle.
As its name suggests, the Yagi Castle was actually the most central area of the entire Imperial Garden.
The current Emperor resided there.
Except for the closest relatives or those summoned for special audiences, few outsiders could enter.
The Emperor lived in a palace called "Amaterasu," named after the
goddess Amaterasu Omikami.
Although called a palace, it wasn't very large, surrounded by maple trees with vibrant red leaves.
Fujita hid among the maple trees.
All around was quiet, save for the chirping of autumn insects.
Occasionally, a breeze would blow, and the wind chimes under the eaves would tinkle a few times.
Fujita was puzzled: the guards who should have been coming and going were nowhere
to be seen, nor were any of the palace maids.
It was eerily quiet.
Just as he was wondering, Fujita heard a strange cry coming from inside.
The sound was like the desperate cry of a trapped wild animal, or the meow of a cat in heat that hadn't been fully neutered
.
Fujita leaped up, floating like a leaf to the window. He peeked through the small hole and was stunned
!
The Emperor, His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Japanese Empire, was doing something no one could have imagined.
(VIII)
This was a scene no one could have foreseen.
Fujita Shigeru was immediately stunned.
Then his stomach began to contract, a strong contraction, a nauseating feeling like a needle piercing
his heart.
Inside the room was a naked man and a group of women.
To be precise, it was a lewd man and five old women.
Plus a dog.
A large, purebred black-backed wolfhound, almost half a man's height.
A bizarre scene.
It's "bizarre" because there's no other word to describe it: the man,
naked, lay on the ground like a dog, and from his mouth, he emitted those castrated
cat-like cries of excitement.
Strangely, this clearly adult man's penis was only the size of a silkworm cocoon,
tightly clamped by an iron clamp, and then passed through a thin nylon thread from his buttocks, splitting it in two, and
clamping his nipples again.
The tiny cocoon was forcibly stretched, pale as a candle.
Even more unbelievable were the five old women, their faces thickly covered in white powder, obscuring their original
features. Completely naked, they were holding hands and feet. The oldest woman was squatting on
the man's head, holding an object—one end inserted into the shrunken female body, the other end
moving in and out of the Emperor's mouth, clearly mimicking oral sex.
Most unexpectedly, a large wolf, almost half a man's height, had its forelegs on the Emperor's back,
its enormous penis thrusting in and out of Emperor Hirohito's anus.
Emperor Hirohito cried out excitedly, his mouth wide open, as he
drank every drop of the old woman's golden urine, emitting satisfied moans.
Fujita thought to himself: "Truly luxurious for royalty; even for anal sex, they use jade."
**********
...

As the grandmaster of the Igagaya Kigawa school of ninjutsu and the chief instructor of the Black Dragon Society,
he had trained numerous disciples for the society over the years, who were then dedicated to preparing for the "holy war" against China.
Theories like "loyalty to the emperor and patriotism" and "unification of the eight kingdoms" were already
ingrained in him like blood.
At this moment, witnessing the Emperor, the incarnation of Amaterasu, in such a despicable state was a shock that
nearly drove Fujita to a psychological breakdown:
Could the Emperor, to whom he had devoted his life, really be such a beast, worse than a pig or a dog?
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
He never dreamed that this soft sigh would resound like a thunderclap in the room.
**********
The afternoon sun lazily filtered through the gauze curtains, illuminating the chessboard.
Prince Eihito and I had been playing for an hour.
Duke Shinononji, leaning against the headboard, was also deep in thought.
Under my meticulous treatment, this old Japanese soldier, aside from being permanently crippled in his lower limbs, has recovered his spirits
quickly and is already able to handle official duties.
Faced with Prince Rongren's formidable chess position, I played a cunning move.
Should I surround and annihilate this piece, or endure and wait for a greater opportunity?
Faced with the complex situation, the prince hesitated.
My mind wasn't entirely on the chessboard.
While processing Duke Shinonomeji's documents, I discovered a highly confidential piece of intelligence: our
government's top-secret plan for war against Japan, the "Han River Plan 　　," has been leaked by a traitor!
This is our meticulously crafted plan: once the war begins, we will block the mouth of the Yangtze River with sunken ships, trapping 　　the
Japanese fleet from Chongming Island all the way to Wuhan! Such a top-secret plan was somehow discovered by the Japanese beforehand! 　　Shameful 　　! 　　High-ranking officials couldn't possibly know about this plan 　　; there must be a traitor 　　within the government 　　! 　　The danger posed by such a traitor 　　is terrifying! 　　Will I be exposed because of this? ********** ... 　　With a strange howl, the old woman leaped from Hirohito's body and lunged at Fujita outside the window. 　　In the setting sun, her fingertips gleamed with a cold blue light, ready to tear Fujita to shreds. 　　Fujita retreated hastily. 　　With a crash, the window frame shattered as the women smashed it. 　　But their attack only paused slightly; their fingertips, whistling through the air, 　　reached for Fujita from different angles. 　　Fujita struck! 　　He swung his left hand, sending the iron caltrops flying towards the five old monsters. 　　This was a feint. 　　The real threat was Fujita's right hand. 　　He was about to draw his sword. 　　Centuries-old steel, transformed into a supple touch. 　　Fujita's sword was called "Suppleness." 　　He had confidence in himself. 　　Confidence. 　　＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊　　If anyone was most pleased at this moment, it was undoubtedly Emperor Hirohito. 　　He was still immersed in the waves of pleasure brought on by the large wolfhound's penetration of his anus. 　　Even the urine of those old women today tasted more pungent and palatable than usual. 　　He stuck out his tongue and licked the remaining urine from his lips. 　　He wasn't worried about the assassin. 　　He trusted the old women's skills. 　　Besides, he had a trump card. 　　So, the Emperor comfortably twisted his back and let out a more comfortable hum from his nose. 　　The big dog on his back thrust even more powerfully into the Emperor's anus. The large bow- 　　like protrusion on the dog's penis penetrated even deeper into the Emperor's interior. 　　"Yoshi..." 　　Hirohito seemed to be in a daze. 　　But at this moment, a scream rang out. 　　(Nine) 　　Fujita drew his sword and slashed. 　　It was a matter of an instant. 　　With a flash of light, the first old woman who rushed out immediately covered her face and screamed in agony, rolling on the ground. 　　Blood seeped out from between her fingers. 　　But the other four old women did not retreat. 　　On the contrary, Fujita's swift attack alerted them: this withered old man was no ordinary 　　man. 　　With a whistle, they formed a circle, surrounding Fujita. They 　　moved about without attacking. 　　Now it was Fujita who was impatient. 　　Being discovered was a disgrace for a ninja in itself. 　　What was more, being surrounded? 　　He couldn't stay any longer. 　　He had to leave! 　　Leave! 　　Fujita brandished his sword, his left hand flicking out, and with a whoosh, a cloud of smoke rose. 　　This was one of the ninja's unique techniques, using the smoke as cover to escape. 　　How easy was that? 　　These four old women were suicide warriors. 　　Royal guards, warriors who had long been prepared to die. 　　Emperor Taisho had passed them on to Hirohito to protect the future emperor. 　　Therefore, they would not retreat. They 　　would not retreat even if it meant death. 　　Instead, they charged into the smoke. 　　Another scream rang out as an old woman's left arm was severed by Fujita's supple sword. 　　Unexpectedly, the old woman leaped up and charged at him recklessly. 　　Her swift, lightning-fast blade cleaved her shoulder bone, her body tumbling to the ground. 　　But as the old woman pounced, Fujita even caught a glimpse of her white, gleaming teeth and her cold, 　　inhuman eyes. 　　Fear! 　　For the first time, Fujita felt fear. 　　He made an unexpected decision. 　　Instead of retreating, he advanced, his body leaping through the air in a graceful arc, attacking Emperor Hirohito's "Listening Maple 　　Pavilion." 　　Simultaneously, Fujita swung his right hand backward, unleashing a hidden weapon with the molten gold of a setting sun. 　　A chorus of screams erupted 　　. 　　Poisoned needles rained down from behind, striking the wooden windowpanes with a clang. 　　********** ... 　　The difference is that this is a battle between black and white: my game with Prince Hirohito has reached its most crucial moment 　　. 　　A great ko has formed around the struggle for the Central Plains. 　　The difficulty is that the current situation is basically peaceful, making it extremely difficult to find the right ko threat. 　　Prince Hirohito's head was almost completely pressed against the center of the chessboard. 　　I even noticed that his ears were red from congestion. 　　Was it similar to the blood-spitting battle between Akahoshi and Inseki back then? 　　Just as I was thinking this, I heard a gunshot. 　　I was startled. 　　************************************************** 　　Fujita never dreamed that when he stormed into the room, Emperor Hirohito was still crawling on the ground, maintaining his position...

Just now, in that state...
even when the Emperor looked up at him, there was not a trace of panic or fear in his eyes, only
the lingering afterglow of passion.
Fujita was stunned.
But this was only a fleeting moment.
Fujita immediately sensed something was wrong.
Hirohito rolled over, and hidden beneath his naked body was a dark, blue-glowing gun muzzle!
An Elma carbine MP38.
The most advanced single-soldier killing weapon of the day.
Fire!!
**********************************
To be honest, I still don't understand how Fujita dodged the rapid-fire of the Elma carbine at close range
.
Hideko and I have pondered it many times since, but we still have no answer.
The bullets left the barrel at a rate of 480 rounds per minute, easily penetrating a 10-centimeter steel plate. And Fujita
was only injured in his right arm, successfully escaping from "Tingfeng Pavilion," which can only be described as a miracle.
An absolute miracle.
Unfortunately, miracles only happen once.
(X)
My heart skipped a beat when Hirohito's carbine fired its first shot.
The direction was from the Emperor's residence, the "Listening Maple Pavilion."
Something extraordinary must have happened!
This wasn't the "bang" of a standard Japanese Type 38 rifle.
Judging from the sound, it was definitely the sound of a German carbine firing fiercely.
The Prince also jumped to his feet.
The chessboard was overturned, and with a crash, black and white pieces scattered like petals across the room.
I noticed the look of panic and fear in the Prince's eyes.
The Duke also practically jumped from his sickbed at the same time.
"Your Majesty…!!!"
The three of us cried out almost simultaneously.
**************************************
If we hadn't escaped while that perverted Emperor was changing his magazine, we would have been riddled with
bullets by the carbine, its flames blazing.
Even so, I was still hit in the shoulder.
My right arm is probably ruined for life.
I underestimated the defenses of the Imperial Palace; I regret it!
The soft knife was handed to his left hand, but it was very inconvenient to use.
There was no other way but to escape!
Escape!!
Fujita froze again, then bent over and vomited violently.
Hell!
Hell on earth!
He had just escaped the sea of suffering, only to fall into hell!
Faced with the horrific scene, Fujita was momentarily disoriented:
the five old women had long since lost their "human" form, turning into pairs of chunks of flesh.
Dozens of large, black-backed, white-toothed wolves were tearing at them, human entrails scattered everywhere. One
old woman's head had been gnawed off by the wolves, her eyeballs strangely pulled out of her face, drooping
...
Before Fujita could even recover, the pack of dogs attacked him.
Japan was one of the earliest countries on Earth to use trained German Shepherds on the battlefield. As early as the Taisho era
, the Japanese Emperor imported fierce German Shepherds from Germany. After years of improvement and feralization,
the fighting power of Japanese German Shepherds far exceeded our imagination. These guard dogs protecting the Imperial Family were
elites selected from thousands.
The large German Shepherd that roamed freely around the Emperor was its leader. With a deep growl, the large German Shepherd
bit at Fujita's leg.
These specially trained dogs could even break the leg bones of a calf in one bite, let alone a human.
Fujita twirled his sword and swiftly retreated.
The German Shepherd did not retreat; instead, it roared, leaped up, and pounced.
*Halt!
* Fujita swung his sword, blood splattering, the forehead of the foremost German Shepherd was cleaved open, but the sword
did not stop, severing the forelimb of another vicious dog.
At the same time, his legs flew up, and with a "crack," he broke the spine of another wolfhound. 　　The pack of
dogs seemed momentarily stunned by Fujita's bravery, but they did not retreat. With a howl, they surrounded Fujita 　　,
waiting for an opportunity to attack. 　　He 　　could
n't let him live! He had to 　　leave
! Fujita 　　stretched out his left hand, and the long rope 　　, as fast as lightning, slung over the roof of the Listening 　　Maple Pavilion. At the same time 　　, his body 　　sprang up like a 　　bullet 　　, flying towards the outside of the high palace walls. 　　Go!! ********** ... 　　Murder. 　　This assassin must be killed, no matter what. 　　And he must be killed in front of his daughter. 　　************ 　　As his body was launched high into the air, Fujita felt an unparalleled sense of relief and liberation. 　　This was hell; no one could understand the feeling of escaping from hell. 　　What Emperor, what Holy War—to Fujita, these flowery words concealed far too much bloodshed 　　and evil. Besides, there was a deranged Emperor. 　　It's over… except for his daughter, Hideko… 　　Hideko… 　　Fujita was suddenly overjoyed, like a miser who had discovered a gold mine. The high palace walls bore 　　the mark left by Hideko. 　　————Target: Ryuko-en. 　　He found his daughter!

This immense joy immediately enveloped Fujita's heart.
＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊
No one will ever know that at that moment, the one who truly felt joy was me.
I deliberately let Fujita discover the whereabouts of his daughter.
Fujita Hideko.
His beautiful daughter had long been settled in a hidden place by me, waiting to watch
the good show her father was about to put on.
To put it bluntly, this was a scheme.
A clever scheme I deliberately set up.
Connecting the Prince, Fujita, Hideko, and me.
＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊
So, I smiled and picked up the scattered chess pieces, elegantly saying to the Prince:
"Your Highness, let's play another game."
(XI)
The afternoon sun lazily shone down, a gentle breeze blew, and the cherry blossoms in front of the window danced in the wind.
A small spider was weaving its first web on the window frame. Looking out from inside, the whole world seemed to be shrouded
in this small silk web, entangled and intertwined.
For two hours, Fujita Hideko stared motionless out the window.
"What's wrong with me? " she
wondered. "My body is getting better day by day. The intense chest pain with every breath
is lessening, but I can't move my limbs except my fingers.
" "But every time I wake up, I find my hand on my private area, which is inlaid with jade beads
, and it's moving. Then, I quickly reach a climax.
" "This feeling is so wonderful.
" "I find myself increasingly enjoying this feeling of masturbation.
" "No! It should be craving.
" "I crave a man, naked, holding me in his arms, and then…
" "It's all that damned man's fault!"
she thought. "I should hate that damned man to the core. He's the one who hurt me, and he's the one who
shaved my genitals completely, and… even now, every night he still… embarrasses me to death, I'm too ashamed
to even think about it… But why can't I hate him?
" "In fact, these past few days, I've even been hoping, hoping that this nemesis will come."
—He rubbed his stiff beard against my face, his tongue intertwined with mine,
his soft breath blew behind my ear, gently biting my earlobe, then kissing me. My nipples were his
, my navel was his, and... oh! This damn man, suddenly spreading my legs wide 　　, looking at my
bare genitals, touching them, kissing them... oh... damn man, come in already... ah 　　... 　　ah 　　...
Hideko 　　reached orgasm
again through masturbation 　　. 　　**********
... 　　On the contrary, I felt that Fujita Hideko beneath me was a dish, an exquisitely beautiful dish. 　　Only by slowly savoring it could one appreciate its wonder and pleasure. 　　When the Duchess spread Hideko's legs into a capital "M" shape, my heart pounded. 　　The spring scenery before me was too tempting. 　　This was the standard haven of a virgin: although her entire genitals were already flushed red from stimulation, 　　the two thin petals were still closed, but the uncontrollable writhing told me that the fire of desire was already 　　burning. 　　I leaned in, and instantly, a strange fragrance, like musk but not musk, intoxicated me. This must be the so-called " 　　fragrance of a virgin." As the warm fragrance filled the air, I gently pried open the two closed petals. From now on, they would only 　　open for me. 　　I glanced at the Duchess's expression. This woman was also blushing, shy and bashful. She probably 　　remembered that not long ago, in the same position, I had peeled back the protection of her little flower bud and marked it 　　. 　　... 　　A trail of bloodshed stretched before 　　them , 　　a 　　trail of carnage. Some were their own, but many more were the swarms of court samurai. 　　Behind Fujita Shigeru lay a trail of corpses, scattered haphazardly. 　　Fujita Shigeru was already bloodthirsty, his supple sword flashing like lightning, killing anyone in his path, vanquishing even ghosts. Downward 　　slashes 　　, upward thrusts, 　　straight 　　jabs, backhand cuts 　　—the essence of the supple sword was displayed to its fullest extent. 　　Fortunately, Emperor Taisho had strictly forbidden firearms in the palace to prevent accidents; otherwise, Fujita would have been killed in the hail of bullets long ago 　　. 　　But these relentless guards continued to grow, relentlessly pursuing them. 　　Fujita's wounded right arm grew increasingly heavy, and his swordsmanship gradually became erratic. 　　At this moment, only one belief sustained him: 　　He must find Hideko, 　　he must! 　　Ah... another samurai was cleaved in two by the lightning-fast supple sword. Blood splattered. 　　Fujita, enraged, ignored it all, and with a swift movement, felled another samurai who approached. 　　But in that instant, Fujita saw two people. 　　Two 　　people 　　, 　　dressed 　　in 　　pristine 　　white 　　. 　　********** 　　...

The prince didn't move. He sat opposite me, deep in thought, facing the chessboard.
Everything outside seemed irrelevant to us.
Was that really the case?
No.
Beneath the calm surface, undercurrents surged.
Another scream rang out.
The prince opposite me slowly raised his head, smiling.
"Lord Nakayama, it's time to call it a day."
I nodded slightly.
"Yes, Your Highness."
As soon as I finished speaking, the chess piece in my hand was already in motion!
(12)
This was a situation no one could have anticipated.
When the chess piece in my hand flew out, unexpectedly, the prince beside me also moved.
His figure flashed, like a long snake swimming in water, and he was already beside Fujita.
In the blink of an eye, the prince had dodged Fujita's attacks from four angles and launched three attacks on Fujita.
His posture was strange, always attacking from angles Fujita couldn't expect. And the speed was very fast, touching and then moving away.
The samurai in the arena were all stunned. This strange move was a technique completely absent from Japanese martial arts.
It was precisely because it was strange that it was effective.
Within a few moves, Fujita had been forced back five steps.
I was also stunned, utterly bewildered.
Jiu-Jitsu, Gracie Jiu-Jitsu!
I absolutely never expected that this seemingly sickly prince, who only knew how to indulge in pleasure,
would actually unleash the true essence of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.
If it were me, how would I respond?
************
The most surprised person was probably Fujita.
—Who is this person?
—What kind of technique is this?
—This seemingly frail young man's attacks are so fast and so ruthless!
—Forced me back five steps in four moves—this has never happened before!
—I never imagined this young man in white would possess such skill!
—And the young man who just threw a chess piece at me shouldn't be underestimated either! —Judging
from his moves alone, it seems to be the style of the Northern Kyushu Chuzan school.
—But why does his internal energy seem to be Chinese Kung Fu from the Central Plains?
—Why?
The situation left him no time to think further.
The prince's movements were incredibly fast; his fingertips gleamed faintly blue in the sunlight
—the cold light of an incomparably sharp Damascus steel fighting knife.
A moment's carelessness would mean Fujita's annihilation.
Fujita was indeed a master.
In pure combat, he wasn't afraid of Prince Nobuhito's attacks.
But now, his right arm, wounded by Emperor Hirohito's gunshot, was crippled.
Moreover, the fighting had exhausted him greatly.
Facing the prince's deadly attacks, Fujita was struggling.
But he couldn't escape.
The prince's attacks were too relentless.
Besides, he was certain that his beloved daughter, Hideko, was here.
That was his life.
So, he couldn't leave. He
wouldn't leave!
In that instant, in a flash, the prince's knife, like lightning, sliced through Fujita's
chest from top to bottom.
Fujita felt only a heat in his chest; he felt no pain.
Then, blood gushed out like a thread from his chest to his abdomen.
Uncontrollably.
Prince Nobuhito's knife had precisely drawn a long line of blood from Fujita's right chest to his abdomen, penetrating deep into
his chest and abdominal cavities.
Even Fujita's internal organs leaked out due to the pressure.
Fujita screamed in terror.
A sense of despair immediately overwhelmed him.
Hideko…
He collapsed…
Three months later, I witnessed Fujita Shigeru, the grandmaster of the Kikawa-ryu school of ninjutsu,
die in the arms of his daughter, Fujita Hideko, in a secluded little house in the Imperial Garden. The cause of death: heart failure due to wound infection.
The essence of Japanese ninjutsu was thus largely lost. But
that's another story.
And here, please allow me to take a moment to return to the topic and mention one person. One
we cannot fail to mention is the daughter Fujita Shigeru had searched for with such difficulty and hardship:
Fujita Hideko.
Let us turn back.
For
Fujita Hideko, losing her virginity was an exquisite pleasure.
As the Duchess opened Hideko's legs, I greedily kissed her.
Gently biting the thin petals, my hands caressed Hideko's breasts as I kissed them.
Lightly gathering, slowly pinching, stroking, and teasing.
If the scholar of Xiangshan knew how I interpreted his famous lines, he'd probably be furious, haha.
Hideko's virginity was already overflowing with desire.
Unlike the Duchess's mature womanly scent, the virgin's nectar was purer and more precious. I gently drank it, my tongue deliberately 　　brushing
against the shyly peeking bud . 　　This stimulation made Hideko's controlled body tremble. 　　More nectar flowed out. 　　Such a sensitive body; I was very satisfied with my experiment. 　　Hideko would never know that during her daily treatments, I had deliberately mixed in a tiny bit of an sensitizing 　　agent. 　　Everything at this moment was just part of my plan. 　　Addiction. I wanted to make her addicted. 　　I wanted to transform all her thoughts into a fascination with carnal desire. 　　Simply put, I wanted to brainwash this innocent young girl with lust. 　　—Such a skilled female prisoner will still be useful to me later. 　　At this moment, the one most consumed by sensual desire should be the Duchess. 　　This woman, ever since I used a scalpel to peel back her clitoral hood and permanently implanted a…

After the golden bead bearing my insignia, she had become a complete prisoner of lust, my slave.
At this moment, she knelt naked above Hideko, her bright red vulva pressed against Hideko's red lips.
The scent of a mature woman is intense, her perfume rich and mellow—a
scent that could drive anyone mad.
Especially Hideko, who was now moaning beneath me.
Hideko let out a soft "ah," and involuntarily kissed the Duchess's vulva above her face.
This sudden stimulation overwhelmed the Duchess, who was already deeply aroused.
Her body trembled, and a stream of milky white perfume gushed from her vulva; the Duchess had climaxed.
At the same time, my already erect golden spear thrust in, piercing into Fujita Hideko's flower core.
******************************************
While the Prince and Fujita Shigeru were locked in a life-or-death struggle,
I made a decision.
Save her!
Save this old man with extraordinary skills.
Not for any other reason than that this old man should die when I need him.
I felt that this was not the time for Fujita to die.
So, when the prince's sword pierced Fujita at a graceful angle,
I secretly made my move!
(Thirteen)
—A dream!
—A nightmare!
—In the blink of an eye, the pain of the blade slicing through my skin and piercing my flesh was unforgettable.
—It was a tremendous terror of being swallowed by boundless darkness.
—Blood gushed out uncontrollably
—death, such a death, was such a terrifying thing.
—This young man in white embroidered with chrysanthemums and the sword clan emblem, his sword was too fast!
—His sword-wielding technique was so strange and far-reaching.
—The moment the cold blade cut through my skin, I felt an incomparable despair and fear.
—Death was so close!
—But, in that instant, I clearly felt a force pushing me backward.
—It was this sudden force that allowed me to dodge the disembowelment.
"Who secretly saved me?
"
Fujita groggily awoke, his mind a jumble of chaotic thoughts, scenes flashing through his mind like lightning.
This was a hidden chamber, cleverly designed from its inception.
Looking out, the expansive courtyard stretched out before him, filled with lush Japanese pines and autumn maples yet to turn red.
The wind chimes under the eaves tinkled softly.
I had placed Fujita Shigeru in this small, secret chamber.
No one would have imagined, nor would they have discovered, that such a chamber existed within the garden.
Except for four people:
myself, the Duchess, Hideko, and the severely wounded, almost lifeless master of ninjutsu, Fujita Shigeru.
The Prince's knife had slashed Fujita from his left chest to his right abdomen, deep enough to expose bone. Had it not been for me, the doctor would have
been dead.
Now, he lay beside his daughter, Hideko.
After all this hardship, what kind of scene would the reunion of Fujita and his daughter unfold under these circumstances?
Neither father nor daughter knew whose warm body lay beside them.
I had even orchestrated a grand spectacle for their meeting.
A truly spectacular show.
************
At that moment.
The west wind howled, the blinding sunlight offering no warmth.
The murderous aura enveloped everything.
As the prince's blade pierced Fujita's first layer of clothing and cut into his skin, I slightly shifted my body.
To everyone present, it appeared as if I hadn't moved at all.
It was as if I had merely shifted position due to fatigue.
No one knew that I had already made my move.
—This seemingly unintentional step of mine put me at the prince's advantage. I had calculated that the sunlight entering
the prince's pupils would instantly alter their brightness.
—I determined that this momentary change in light would slow the prince's thrust by half a second
.
—This is a normal reaction of the human pupil.
—For a master like Fujita, this slight delay was his only chance to survive.
—My only worry is, will Fujita seize this fleeting opportunity?
I don't know.
A master's instinctive reaction when in danger allows Fujita to grasp this one and only chance. Otherwise, Fujita would definitely have been
disemboweled.
But the prince's blade was too fast and too dangerous, instantly drawing a line of blood from his chest to his abdomen. 　　Fujita
coughed up blood, and everyone thought that Fujita had been 　　killed by the prince with a single blow .
This was my plan:
to make everyone think that the assassin was dead .
What would happen if a dead person suddenly appeared?
That would be very interesting. 　　Very interesting. 　　—This is a gamble—I'm gambling with myself 　　. 　　********** ... 　　The Emperor regained his usual composure and demeanor. Dressed in a long robe, he sat on the couch. 　　After performing the rites, he waved his hand, and immediately the guards and maids around him vanished, leaving only him 　　and me in the large room. 　　I noticed that the young man's face was extremely pale, his lips were trembling, and his tightly furrowed 　　brows indicated that he was making a crucial decision and was currently in a state of inner turmoil. 　　What did this young man want to say to me? 　　"Lord Chuzan, save me!" This once arrogant Emperor suddenly jumped up from the couch and knelt at my 　　feet.

Despite having mentally prepared myself countless times, I was still startled by the Emperor's sudden action.
Even more unexpectedly, His Majesty the Emperor abruptly threw off his long robe, revealing
nothing underneath. His skin, unusually pale due to his lack of sunlight and possessing a 　　delicate,
almost girlish softness from his pampered life, was striking.
"Fuck me! Please fuck me!" the Emperor groaned hoarsely at my feet.
I understood immediately.
Sexual derangement! 　　The Emperor was a severe case of sexual derangement! "Baka!" I cursed, raising my foot and 　　stomping 　　hard 　　on 　　the Emperor 　　's shrunken penis 　　! 　　********** ... 　　The actions—the actions of Hideko, a woman just beginning to understand love—speak for themselves. 　　—I want to see their reaction when they discover they're having sex with their own family 　　. 　　—The Japanese like to call themselves the "Yamato people," but I'm increasingly realizing they're nothing 　　more than unevolved beasts. 　　—What kind of psychological impact will this incestuous thrill have on them 　　?

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