The Last Woman

(I)

Pan Yu'an turned on the light, sat on the bed, and gazed for a long time at his sleeping wife beside him. She was his adoptive father's youngest
adopted daughter , more than ten years younger than Pan Yu'an.

His wife was a shy woman; even after nearly ten years of marriage, she would still blush before bed every night, always burying
her face in his arms before allowing him to remove her underwear. However, at his insistence, after finishing her evening
"homework," she would no longer wear clothes, but would go to sleep completely naked, because he liked to admire her
beautiful .

On this island where there was only summer, it was always very hot. She lay on her side with her back to Pan Yu'an, her body slightly curved like
a large bow, a towel blanket draped diagonally across her waist and hips, covering her round buttocks, revealing her
smooth upper body and two fair, long legs.

Pan Yu'an knelt down, leaned over, and gently kissed her long, beautiful hair and
her cheeks, so tender they seemed to drip with moisture. Usually at this time, she would reflexively move slightly, but not today, still
sleeping sweetly.

He moved his kiss to her rounded shoulders, then slowly kissed her slender waist. Her skin was incredibly
smooth , like a piece of white satin, so cool in the hot weather—
one of the reasons Pan Yu'an loved to admire her at night.

He lowered himself as much as possible, lying on the bed and carefully kissing her back, then her side, gently
lifting her outstretched arm and placing it to his lips. He kissed her delicate fingers, then followed her slender
arm down to her armpit. Every night, she sprayed a little French perfume on her armpits; the scent was faint but captivating.

After kissing her fragrant arm, he stretched it up again, then
reached and gently cupped one of her breasts. Although she had borne him two children, her breasts
hadn't sagged much; apart from the areola and nipple turning brown, their shape remained as beautiful as if she had never given birth.

He lay on top of her, gently kissing her soft peaks, carefully savoring her beauty and warmth.

He got up, moved to the other end of the bed, and brought his face close to her feet. Her feet were slender, with
small and delicate ankles. Because she always wore high heels, her arches were bent, while the balls of her feet were slightly upturned,
forming a beautiful "S" shape. He took each of her toes into his mouth and gently sucked on them.
He often did this when she was awake, and each time she would giggle shyly, half-jokingly trying to pull her foot away, but he
always held her firmly, not letting her escape.

After sucking her toes, he kissed the soles of her feet, moving down her heels to the back of her calves. Her calves were long and slender,
but her calves were rounded, with soft and elastic skin. He kissed them with his lips and licked them with his tongue more than once. He
had received special training in sex in a special training class, and he was a master at how to make a woman lose her mind in bed and never
want to leave her.

He slowly licked her thighs, along the outside of her thighs to the edge of the towel blanket, and then moved to the back of her
thighs .

He licked her legs as he gently lifted the towel, glancing sideways upwards to reveal
a pair of full, beautiful buttocks. She was nearing thirty, the prime of her womanly life. Although her body remained
slender like a young girl's, the moderate amount of subcutaneous fat had already made her snow-white buttocks round and
tightly clenched. It was a mature beauty that a teenage girl lacked.

If she were awake, she would never allow him to kiss her buttocks; only in her dream state could he
so brazenly savor her jade-like bottom. Of course, he knew that many times she was actually awake, but
the shy woman would always pretend to be asleep at those times. That's how shy women are—they want you
to harass them in the most lewd way, yet don't want anyone to see their desires.

However, he knew she was truly asleep now. He even parted her buttocks with his hands and
lightly touched , but she didn't move at all. However, her perineum and anus were slightly damp, a
male mark he left on her before bed. He always hoped she would sleep with that mark on her; it would satisfy him greatly.

He turned her over, making her lie on her back. She naturally spread her arms, stretching them out flat, with one
hand above her head. She bent her body to the side, her two jade-like legs slightly apart,
the black pubic hair extending between them, further highlighting the whiteness of her skin. It was a languid sleeping posture,
a classic Sleeping Beauty picture.

He buried his face between her legs, pinching her labia majora apart with his hands, and gently licked her
clitoris with his tongue. Usually, her body would tremble violently, laughing and letting out a startled "Ah!" before
a gush of clear fluid would suddenly flow from her vagina. But not now.

Pan Yu'an knelt up, facing a beautiful woman's naked body. After so much admiration and
kissing, his penis didn't get erect, and his face was full of hesitation and contradiction.

They married in the year the Japanese surrendered, arranged by her adoptive father; she was only seventeen then. After their marriage,
he continued his fieldwork, while she studied codebreaking in a special training program. She gave birth to two
sons for him on the mainland. Due to the urgency of the evacuation, the two children stayed on the mainland with their nanny, and
were never .

In recent years, Chiang Kai-shek, taking advantage of the Korean War, organized a counter-offensive against the mainland. Unfortunately, the mainland
had long since established fortified defenses. Anyone who landed was quickly rounded up like dumplings in a large sieve.
Even those spies who infiltrated the mainland through intermediaries like Hong Kong were mostly
captured within weeks.

Besides the effectiveness of the mainland's public security bureau and the high level of vigilance among the people, there must have been spies planted within Taiwan's military and political departments
secretly providing information to the mainland. Therefore, under strict orders from his superiors,
Pan Yu'an, who had become the head of the branch office responsible for work with the mainland, was extremely busy. After a difficult investigation, they indeed
uncovered quite a few mainland spies hidden in various departments. Of course, after interrogation, they were all killed
to prevent future troubles.

However, for the past month or so, Pan Yu'an hasn't slept well. The reason is that while following a clue he
stumbled , he discovered that the clue was slowly leading to one person:
his wife, who worked as a secretary in a confidential department.

His wife was adopted by her adoptive father at the age of three, and except for school periods, she had basically never left home.
How could someone's line of sight be a mainland agent? Pan Yu'an initially didn't understand either. But later,
intelligence from an insider on the mainland revealed that the daughter of a high-ranking official had been
recruited , and later even attended a special training class. It was said that this girl was directly under
the command of a certain secret department on the mainland.

At that time, at that school, and with that identity, who else could it be but his wife?

Pan Yu'an was caught in a deep dilemma. Desperate, he secretly went to his adoptive father,
who , hoping to get his help.

Pan Yu'an hoped to talk to her personally, using their kinship to persuade her to join the government, but her adoptive father said,
"You've dealt with mainland agents many times, don't you know what kind of people they are? If
it's about family ties, she won't risk her life for the mainland."

"Dad, then what do you say..."

"You and I are already high-ranking officials, there are plenty of people who want to see us fail. If this matter gets out
, our futures will be ruined.

If you don't arrest her, how will you get a confession? If you arrest her and get a confession, what then? Will she
surrender to us? If she doesn't surrender, how will you keep this secret?"

"You mean..."

"I don't mean anything. I'm old, my words don't carry any weight anymore. This is your responsibility, you should know
what you're supposed to do."

Pan Yu'an understood that her adoptive father was a cunning old man who always made sure to absolve himself of any responsibility before doing anything
.

"I understand."

"Don't leave any loose ends."

"Yes."

(II)

The adoptive father, after all, still bore some responsibility. He immediately issued an emergency transfer order to his adopted daughter to prepare for
Pan Yu'an 's next move.

Pan Yu'an had thought about it for a long time during the day, whether to interrogate her at home first, but then gave up.
If he didn't torture her, how could she confess? If he did torture her, how could he bear it? After all, they
had lived together for ten years, and she had always tried her best to fulfill her responsibilities as a wife. She had never disobeyed him or argued with him
. Did he really want to torture her delicate body until it was bloody and mangled? Therefore, he finally decided
to send her to heaven himself without her knowledge.

Pan Yu'an and his adoptive father both intended to kill their wives in secret. The adoptive father didn't want others to know the real
reason , while for Pan Yu'an, there was another reason. In the mainland spy cases he had investigated,
those female intelligence agents had all been gang-raped several times before being tortured, and the torture was carried out naked. A large number of photos of the scene were also
taken for archiving.

Pan Yu'an had lost count of the women he had seduced and lost his virginity to. Those women were all gang-raped and murdered, but
Pan Yu'an didn't care, because he had always considered them enemies, not his women. But this time
it was his wife, whom he had truly loved for ten years. The thought of her being pinned down by other men, of her
naked photograph appearing on someone else's desk, made him feel nauseous.

Now, Pan Yu'an sat beside his wife, staring blankly at her. She slept soundly, unresponsive
.

She wasn't the first woman to sleep like this in his bed. After passionate lovemaking, women
were unbearably thirsty, and his anesthetic had worked its purpose. He still loved her deeply,
so he hoped she would die peacefully in her sleep.

Pan Yu'an caressed his wife's white body again, then opened the wardrobe and found his favorite,
most sensual lingerie she wore. He picked up the small pair of panties and put them on her feet, slowly pulling them up
until they almost covered her pubic hair. He couldn't resist lifting her legs, lingering
to admire her beautiful buttocks and the genitals he had enjoyed countless times from behind her thighs. He then put a bra on her, stockings on her
, and dressed her in the finest suit and dress, along with a pair of beautiful high-heeled shoes.

He turned her over and tied her up with rope. He remembered that he had tied up a young, beautiful woman in bed
like this , but each time the woman he tied up was completely
naked; only this time did he dress her. His wife was beautiful, and tied up, she possessed
a different kind of allure.

He couldn't help but kiss her lips, cheeks, and neck again, burying his head between her breasts, feeling
her warmth.

He hesitated for a long time; it was almost midnight, and he finally made up his mind. He got out of bed,
dressed , and pulled his wife's legs, dragging her lower body to the edge of the bed. Then he bent down, embraced her upper body,
and hoisted her onto his shoulder. She remained as compliant as ever, obedient no matter what she did. He placed
his palm on her full buttocks, gently stroking them, and walked out of the room.

Pan Yu'an drove his jeep into the branch compound. As the person in charge, the guards did not
stop him .

He drove all the way to the gate of a small, secluded courtyard at the very back, then woke the old man on duty and had
him open the gate: "I am ordered to deal with an operative who disobeyed orders. This is a secret execution; you must not be present."

"Yes!" The old man was a veteran agent who had worked in this department for many years. He knew very well that knowing too much in this department
meant a short life. Besides, this kind of secret execution was not the first time; it was nothing unusual
. So, he handed a large bunch of keys to Pan Yu'an and went home to sleep.

Pan Yu'an opened the back door of the car, carried his wife out, and went straight to the west-facing room. He opened the door, turned on
the light , and placed his wife on a narrow hospital examination bed.

He went back to close the courtyard gate and the room door before returning.

The room was small, only a dozen meters long. In the center was the bed, surrounded by various equipment, including a
professional dry plate camera with a stand and several photographic lights.

The bed was sturdy, with a frame made of welded triangular iron and a leather surface. Many leather straps with metal
buckles .

This was a special iron bed used for executions. On this bed, Pan Yu'an had personally directed the killing of dozens of
mainland spies and several agents who had violated regulations. For those who violated regulations, poison needles were generally used. For
mainland spies, some were beheaded, some disemboweled, some castrated, some had large iron needles inserted into their hearts or heads,
some had their throats cut, and so on… They used these methods to study the different ways people died, in order to…
This was intended as a reference for assassination training for special agents.

On either side of the iron bed were two small, movable iron frames, specifically for female prisoners.
Seven or eight female mainland spies, aged between twenty-seven and forty-something, were identified and executed. When they were brought
here naked, they had already been gang-raped; thinned semen was still dripping down their inner thighs
. Most of them shed tears of shame, but none begged for mercy or showed any cowardice, which
he greatly admired.

Their hands were bound behind their backs, and wooden plaques bearing their names were inserted behind their backs. First, they were laid face down
on the bed, and their naked backs were photographed from above. Then they were turned over, their shoulders and waists
secured to the bed with leather straps, and the two small iron frames were moved to the sides of the bed, binding their legs to the frames
, exposing their genitals as if undergoing a gynecological examination. They took these photographs before executing
them.

At the foot of the bed was a special device: a steel pipe, roughly the thickness of a man's penis and
over a meter long, fixed to the bed via a rail at two anchor points, with about fifteen
centimeters of the end facing the female prisoner protruding from the anchor points. This steel pipe was pushed along the rail and inserted into the female prisoner's fully exposed vagina.

The execution involved a thinner steel pipe of a different specification, fitted perfectly inside the fixed pipe,
with a slanted tip and a small wooden plug at the end. During the execution, a blank cartridge was fired from behind the pipe, using the propellant
gas to propel the thin pipe into the female prisoner's body. Because the direction was pre-set, the pipe could accurately
strike the female prisoner's heart, causing death.

When the thicker steel pipe was pulled out, a small section of the thinner pipe inserted into their bodies would usually protrude between their legs
. After removing the wooden plug, blood would flow from the end of the pipe. After the execution, their
dead bodies were photographed for archiving.

Pan Yu'an said this method of execution was humane because they would usually die immediately, although they
would actually suffer for a few seconds. But he wouldn't use this method to kill his wife, because her shame
was his shame.

He looked at his wife lying quietly on the bed, unconscious, took a wooden plaque covered with white paper,
wrote her name on it with a brush, inserted it behind her back, and pushed the camera over to take her picture. He
didn't want .

After taking the picture, he opened a safe, took out a small syringe and liquid, and prepared to end her
life.

She was unconscious and didn't need a belt to restrain her. But before finally executing her, Pan Yu'an kissed
her face and neck again, and couldn't help but lift up her suit skirt, pull down her sexy panties, put her
legs on the small iron frame, and lick her genitals with abandon. Finally, with tears in his eyes, he climbed
onto the bed, mustered his strength, and became her husband one last time, ejaculating into her with both tenderness and rage.

He put her underwear back on, the crotch completely soaked with semen.

Pan Yu'an hesitated for a long time before injecting the small syringe into her buttocks.

The drug worked quickly; just seconds later, she took a deep breath with a loud guttural sound, and then
her heart stopped beating.

Pan Yu'an brought her legs together, making her lie straight, straightened her skirt, took a picture,
then picked her up, hoisted her onto his shoulder again, and slowly walked out of the room to the crematorium…

The charge Pan Yu'an had for his wife was: disobeying orders and refusing to carry out the mission to counterattack the mainland. In
this department shrouded in mystery, no one would find the disappearance of a member strange, let alone
speak up for them.

Although his wife was dead, Pan Yu'an still missed her dearly, so he never considered remarrying.

More than a decade passed, and a political storm swept across the mainland. One day, an intelligence agent who had been working undercover for many
years sent a secret document. The document stated that a group of Red Guards, while persecuting their classmate,
claimed his mother was a Taiwanese spy. Following this lead, Pan Yu'an investigated and finally uncovered the identity of this woman, who had long since become a prominent figure in
Taiwanese politics. However, what shocked Pan Yu'an most was that this woman and his wife
were classmates at the same school, and her father was a high-ranking official in the Kuomintang.

Everything became clear: his wife was not a mainland spy, yet she had died innocently
at the hands of her adoptive father and husband.

Pan Yu'an was heartbroken and left the intelligence agency where he had served for many years, becoming a businessman. All his past
experiences remained deeply buried in his heart; whenever he thought of his last night with his wife, he
couldn't help but weep silently.

[The End]

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