[Somali Paradise] Author: areas740425

Somali Paradise
Author: areas740425
Published: June 19, 2012 | Springtime Courtyard |
Word Count: 32787
On the shore of the ocean, she, dressed in a simple open-necked shirt, lingered two or three meters from the water. Her ultra-thin jeans
revealed her generous (tall and devilishly proportioned) lower body, while her breasts, exposed by the open collar, were even
more rounded and firm, the connection between her upper and lower body almost perfect. No man of any nationality or ethnicity in the world
could resist such a beauty.
At this moment, a trace of melancholy, imperceptible to ordinary people, graced her beautiful face.
Why was this masterpiece of God so melancholy? She constantly observed the sea through binoculars, while simultaneously spurring her horse to move slowly, changing position
to observe again. These were not surprising; what was surprising was that the horse she rode was not an ordinary horse, but a middle-aged, robust
man… a bipedal, higher mammalian male.
Not long after, she reluctantly pulled the leash, gradually disappearing into the woods behind the beach.
The waters off Somalia have recently become a well-known region, famous even on Mars.
Bordering the Arabian Peninsula to the north and adjacent to the Horn of Africa, its unique geographical environment and economic situation
have forced many to turn to piracy in recent years. Countless merchant ships and cargo vessels have been hijacked, resulting in enormous losses.
Due to its special geographical location, the world's countries have made a lot of noise but little action, with virtually no concrete results, mostly just
giving reports to the media from airplanes—empty pronouncements! Under such conditions, the bold get rich
, and the timid starve, leading to the enrichment of many pirates.
Athena, who rode a man on the beach earlier, was one such powerful pirate leader. She wasn't a
native of Somalia; she joined the military after graduating from university at the age of 22, and after three years of further training at an aviation academy, became
a fighter pilot in the U.S. Navy, spending most of her service at U.S. naval bases in Japan.
Athena, possessing both extraordinary beauty and intelligence, thrived in the navy. It's said that God created people
fairly, but even He had his moments of drowsiness during work, and Athena was a product of that time.
The darkest hour is dawn; angels and devils are one and the same.
During her five years of service in Japan, she, like many soldiers, worked, drank, and enjoyed herself. But in
the summer of her third year, a chance event occurred, slowly changing Athena's life ideals and
outlook.
After a routine patrol, her comrades invited her to eat at Little Dumpling Sushi. Athena agreed, saying
she would shower first. Everyone went to eat, leaving the bathroom almost empty except for Okamura, who usually cleaned it
. As usual, Okamura was busy cleaning the changing room. Athena quickly changed and went in. Eager for her meal
, she finished showering quickly, only to find it was pouring rain. She turned off the water and left, drying her
wet hair with a towel as she walked towards the changing room.
Turning the corner, the scene before her made her stop in her tracks, stunned… Okamura was fiddling with
the black lace panties she had just changed out of… For Athena, who grew up in New York, seeing this wasn't too outrageous. Western
websites and various video stores had non-school materials on this topic; it was a fetish, after all.
Anyway, with the heavy rain outside, she might as well watch for entertainment. She continued to calmly dry her hair, stopping
to watch with a smile. Perhaps because of the loud rain, Okamura didn't realize that Athena was standing about
three meters to his side, about four or five degrees behind him. Okamura gripped Athena's panties tightly in his hand, feeling their allure and the charm of their wearer
. Athena's lips twitched slightly, but she didn't disturb him.
Okamura then unfolded the panties, holding
them in his palm with the small area closest to the vulva facing upwards, and leaned down to inhale deeply.
At this moment, Athena smiled silently… After all, such a beautiful woman deserved admiration and appreciation
! She thought it was nothing serious, but what happened next slightly surprised her
.
Okamura placed her panties exactly as they were on the bench in the changing room, stared at them, and knelt down in worship
.
Athena thought: This man in his forties seems to really like these kinds of things.
Then, Okamura buried his face in the black panties, his nose pressed tightly against the crotch, breathing deeply
.
Athena's heart felt like a sudden glimmer of light in a completely dark world; it seemed he preferred the smell
to the object itself.
She had been wearing these panties for three days, changing them daily if she weren't busy flying. In a moment of thought,
she saw Okamura stick out his tongue, longer than usual, and lick the crotch of the panties with a heavy, forceful touch… Ah
! She had initially thought this old man would masturbate with her panties, and then she'd catch him red-handed and make him leave.
She hadn't expected this outcome. A voice in her heart rang softly, like a fragile, clear wind chime
. In that brief moment of thought, she noticed that Okamura had almost licked the yellowish-white secretions off his underwear
.
A surge of pride welled up inside her: "Someone in this world treats their own secretions like this? This is the first
time in history! How can I not be excited?"
A cry from the depths of her soul made Athena unable to wait any longer. Feigning composure, she walked over and patted the still-enraptured
Okamura… Okamura didn't react at all; he seemed completely absorbed. A second pat brought him back to his senses.
He jumped up like a zombie, staring at Athena in disbelief.
A few minutes passed, then he suddenly turned and dashed out of the changing room. Athena, with the joy of a cat playing with a mouse
, changed and went out to eat sushi.
Several days passed, and Athena didn't see Okamura at work. After casually inquiring, she learned that Okamura had
been changing shifts frequently. "So he's avoiding me," she thought, even more smugly.
Military life was already extremely dull, and she wanted to find some fun. One day, she changed her shift,
but she wasn't actually on duty. Instead, she was observing the entire camp from the command tower. When Okamura came into view again, Athena
, while reminiscing about that day, patiently waited until everyone had returned, leaving only the sentries. Then, she went into
the bathroom and caught Okamura red-handed.
This time it was Okamura's turn to be surprised, but he showed no sign of panic. Athena casually closed the door and
looked at Okamura with haughty disdain.
After a while, Okamura apologized first, and Athena politely replied, casually asking, "At your
age, you should be married, right?" Okamura shook his head in denial. "Then do you like me?" He neither shook his head nor nodded.
Athena was unsure, and for a moment the atmosphere became awkward, with neither of them speaking. Finally, seeing that she
really wanted to know why, Okamura spoke first: "I haven't smelled that scent in a long time, I really miss it, so...
Oh! So what kind of scent is it?" Athena teased. "
It's a bit like a rotten apple, and a bit like expired cheese... Especially yours, it has a
unique scent that's neither purely fragrant nor purely sweet, making it even more addictive... and I lost control.
" Athena didn't hear the rest of his words, thinking: "Now that no one's around, I'll just enjoy the feeling of being admired one more time
!" The American girl's boldness led her to ask directly: "Want to smell it again?" His eyes were full of pride and provocation.
This was unexpected for Gangcun; he reacted quickly, immediately kneeling down and embracing Athena's legs,
pressing his face against her lower abdomen in ecstasy.
Athena's primal desires were unexpectedly ignited, and she promptly pulled off her military trousers, letting him smell
the fragrance emanating from her genitals.
After a while, Athena looked down at Gangcun's absorbed expression and burst into laughter, even she hadn't anticipated it
. She began to imagine: there would be another fun thing to do, but she had to make him obey. Thinking of this, she immediately
stepped back, leaving Gangcun looking bewildered. She continued, "If you want to smell it often, you have to listen to me. Do whatever I tell you
, or this will be the last time." Gangcun, caught up in the moment, agreed without hesitation.
Back at her lodgings, Athena lay on her bed, wanting to laugh: she hadn't lost anything, and had even gained a toy;
she wouldn't be lonely anymore, and she would definitely make good use of Gangcun.
Athena was figuring out how to alleviate the boredom and loneliness of her military service by interacting with Okamura, but little did she know that Okamura
was thinking about how to get the atmosphere he craved every day, every hour.
As a lieutenant pilot, she had her own dormitory, which made many things convenient.
Initially, Athena would occasionally indulge Okamura's desires, but after a while, it developed into Okamura coming to her house on his own
.
One day, Athena was doing her homework at home when Okamura arrived. After entering, Athena told him to wait and sat
down to continue working.
Okamura waited for a long time while Athena was still working. Seeing her sitting on the stool for so long
, he became impatient and fidgeted. He went over and said, "Don't sit on the stool, sit on me!" Athena stood up
and looked at him in disbelief. Okamura moved the chair away, sat on the floor with his back against the table, his hands supporting him on the ground behind him
, and his head tilted back so his face was horizontal. At that moment, Athena realized: he was using his face as a stool for her.
She immediately rolled up her skirt, which she wore after work, and sat down without hesitation. Surprisingly, Okamura's large, fat
face could barely support it.
Athena's only worry was that he wouldn't be able to hold on, so she pressed her feet firmly to the ground. Otherwise, his fat face was quite comfortable
, and there was even warm breath blowing on her genitals. Half an hour later, Athena deliberately and slowly lifted her feet off the ground. Hey
! Surprisingly, he could still hold on. A wicked thought instantly surfaced: She would use his face as a real
stool.
Three hours later, Okamura still didn't complain of being tired. Athena had some questions, but since he didn't say anything, she would
n't ask.
From then on, things progressed naturally. Every night, whether working or watching TV online, Athena's chair
was Okamura's face.
Not only was it comfortable, but she also felt a strong sense of superiority.
During this time, Athena noticed that Okamura would sometimes occasionally lick her vulva through her underwear
. Although it was such a subtle movement, it was a sensitive area, and even the slightest movement was fully felt
.
In the prime of youth, bold ideas naturally arise.
One evening a month later, Athena deliberately didn't wear underwear under her skirt, but
sat down as usual, thinking: "Okamura should have questions." Unexpectedly, Okamura not only had no doubts, but also instantly
understood the situation and opened his mouth. After sitting down, she felt her petals enter a very warm and comfortable
environment.
Athena was happy! Then she felt something equally warm touching her
petals, further arousing her primal desires.
She unconsciously moved her shapely buttocks, and something even more incredible happened—with her movements,
the warm thing didn't retract, but entered her fragrant orifice again and again.
Athena began to get excited. A trickle of viscous, reed-like liquid gushed out. Even
Athena herself worried it would spill onto the floor, and looking down with heavy, rapid breathing, she saw Okamura
sucking on the liquid as he withdrew his tongue.
God! Truly a rare treasure! Athena sighed inwardly. That very night, she had achieved
a perfect union of mind and body. This further solidified her resolve never to abandon Okamura
. Once an evil thought takes hold, it's like a horse running wild on a plain—easy to let go, hard to rein in. After Okamura left, she pondered how to properly enjoy her youth 　　and life
in her short existence . 　　This marked the first shift in her worldview. 　　After all, this was only possible after work; what about during work hours? Wasn't her privileged single office sufficient 　　? She had asked herself this question countless times. Okamura was also responsible for cleaning the office building. 　　Now, she practically spoke to Okamura in an order. 　　One day, she encountered Okamura in the hallway. Seeing no one else around, she whispered, "Quickly clean and come to my office." 　　Fifteen minutes later, Okamura entered. Athena boldly stood up and pushed open her office chair. Okamura, as usual, 　　provided the beautiful Athena with a chair shaped like a human face. 　　The next two months passed like this. 　　Human beings' inherent flaws determine their greed.

Athena was no longer satisfied with the comforts of her office and dormitory; she felt she could no longer
get used to the ejection seat when flying in the air.
Taking Okamura into the air wasn't a problem, but what about the lack of oxygen at high altitudes? To address this, Athena
secretly branched off the oxygen mask tube, leading it to the underside of the seat. She also used a paratrooper knife to cut a toilet-like hole in the seat
, allowing her to lift or put the protruding part back in.
She was confident even God wasn't as clever as her.
On a clear day, Athena had Okamura follow her to the vicinity of the aircraft, and when the control tower wasn't looking, she called him
onto the plane. Okamura thought: "Today I can finally fly around and see the clouds."
Once inside, Athena had him lean back and sit on the floor of the cabin, sticking his head in from underneath. Then she removed the round
cushion, and only then did Okamura understand what was going on. He felt no dissatisfaction or sadness; on the contrary, he felt very happy
. And so, Athena, dressed in her flight suit, sat on his familiar special seat.
The plane took off, and as it climbed, oxygen was pumped under the seats, so Okamura wouldn't suffocate.
However, even though she was seated, she didn't feel any warmth in her genitals, so she had to boldly pull down her pants
and sit on Okamura's face, only her underwear visible.
She continued to do this on duty.
One flight was a little longer than usual, which annoyed Athena.
Daring to do anything, she pulled her underwear down to her knees before sitting down. Over time, Okamura had
figured out her habits, so he naturally probed Athena's ever-fragrant vulva with his tongue
, and the excitement gave Athena extraordinary flight maneuvers.
After her orgasm, Athena continued to have Okamura clean her petals. After his professional cleaning, Okamura still opened
his mouth wide and took her entire vulva in, continuing to send her warmth.
Whether it was from drinking too much coffee before the flight or the effects of the orgasm, Athena felt a slight urge to urinate
.
This was troublesome. Returning to base wasn't a short flight, and this wouldn't be easy to handle on a fighter jet. Her
thoughts were a little chaotic.
Oh! It, okay! Why didn't she think of the mouth below her that was holding her vulva?
She was still a little worried that Okamura might not be able to handle it, and the whole cabin would smell of urine—how embarrassing!
She didn't want to think about it anymore, she'd just try it. Thinking this, she squeezed out a few drops of urine. Huh, the man under her didn't react! She boldly released another small stream, hearing 　　a gurgling swallowing sound
from below . 　　She wondered if she'd misheard, so she urinated again 　　. Yes, it was the same sound; this time she was sure. But Okamura under her didn't show any sign of disgust. 　　She couldn't care less; Athena freely urinated, the swallowing sounds from below her 　　coming one after another. 　　Ahahahaha! She couldn't help but laugh wildly. Even ancient empresses might not 　　enjoy this! Then, Athena finished urinating and felt Okamura's tongue slowly licking her urethra. Oh! Even 　　a toilet with a bidet and dryer wasn't this comfortable. 　　Okamura is mine alone for life. Needless to say, since Okamura doesn't object, he's gained 　　another purpose: a urinal. Whether in the office or the dormitory, Athena's urination 　　has since made Okamura's mouth her home, further enhancing her wickedness. Okamura has never said a word about it, 　　serving Athena's pleasure and convenience. 　　Half a year has passed, and Athena has developed a habit of almost never wearing underwear. 　　She can smell the strong odor of urine from Okamura's mouth whenever he opens it, and she thinks that the spot where she sits 　　is perfect for that smell. She doesn't care about leukorrhea either; he can feel it and lick it clean, as if these 　　things have little to do with her. 　　After a while, Athena got used to everything and began to wonder: 　　It's normal and there are many men in the world who like women's underwear and the smell of genitals, but there probably aren't any men who drink women's urine! And unconditionally, 　　every day. 　　This isn't the kind of male chauvinism of Eastern cultures; it's the complete opposite. She decided she had to ask him. As 　　Athena pressed him for answers, Okamura had no choice but to confess. 　　It turned out that when Okamura was in junior high, his neighbors across the hall lived the wife of an American translator—a German woman. 　　Because of her playful nature, she often came home late, and he frequently heard the couple making noises during sex 　　. How could he, in the throes of puberty, not be aroused? 　　Their balconies were right next to each other, and every day, the neighbor would hang out their alluring panties to dry. One day, unable to resist his 　　curiosity, he climbed over, touched them—wet, freshly washed. He smelled the crotch; only the scent of water, which 　　disappointed him. He even opened his mouth and sucked on the entire crotch, absorbing the moisture. 　　But just then, the German woman got up, gently pulled back the curtains, and everything on the balcony came into her 　　view. She watched silently, her hand reaching into the panties, groping around, and then said in English: "Hey, hello 　　!" This terrified Okamura. 　　She stepped off the balcony and pulled the stunned boy inside, pressing his shoulders down to make him kneel in front of her 　　. She thrust her hips occasionally, pressing her lower body, through her underwear, against the boy's face. 　　The boy thought, "Well, it's come to this anyway." He boldly kissed her genitals through the small piece of fabric, 　　inhaling for the first time the unique scent emanating from a mature European woman's genitals. 　　This German woman was in her thirties, and her husband frequently traveled between two places, leaving her lonely. Without thinking twice, 　　she pulled down the bottom edge of her underwear… Seeing this for the first time, Okamura was stunned for a moment, then a pair of strong 　　hands pressed his head forward, his lips and nose immediately sinking into that deep crevice. 　　The pungent smell brought a brief discomfort, which was replaced by excitement. He kept licking, getting 　　a liquid all over his head and face, not knowing what it was. 　　Then the woman pulled the boy up to look at him, quickly ripped off his pants, and, seeing his engorged organ 　　, pushed him onto the bed. She adjusted her position and slowly sat on that towering pillar of blood. 　　The unexpected happened at that moment; the boy, overly excited and nervous, let out a cry and ejaculated. 　　This enraged the German woman, who stood up and repeatedly stomped on the boy's penis until it...

Exhausted, she finally stopped and sat on the bed, catching her breath. The boy's mouth was wide open, his tongue sticking out.
The woman, watching, seemed to remember something and smiled. She then
sat down on the boy's thin chest. The boy looked up at her, terrified, unsure of what she was going to do.
The woman then thrust forward, her genitals shoving into the boy's mouth. She bent her legs back,
kneeling on either side of his ears, and began to brutally pound his mouth and face with her genitals, occasionally cursing
.
After a while, she stopped, prying open the boy's mouth with one hand and forcefully pulling his tongue out with the other
, then slapped him across the face.
Only then did the boy realize he had to keep his tongue out.
Sure enough, he wasn't going to be slapped anymore, and she pressed her buttocks against him again, thrusting repeatedly… Finally, the woman had
her fill of pleasure in the boy's mouth, and her ejaculate poured into his mouth. To avoid further slaps, he swallowed it all.
After that, the woman went home to Gangcun. He dared not tell anyone about this, and whenever he encountered this
strikingly beautiful woman in the hallway, he would always lower his head and walk past.
One day, she was standing on the balcony again, looking in his direction. As the boy stepped onto the balcony, she let out a soft moan. Gangcun involuntarily
looked over, and the woman chuckled, pointing to her crotch. The boy couldn't help but crawl over again
… He didn't expect any further stimulation, but his penis didn't react. In desperation, he satisfied himself
once more with his tongue.
In the days that followed, the boy could only use his tongue to complete this task. Each time, the woman wouldn't get up, and the boy
could only continue licking her genitals clean. Occasionally, she would urinate on him, and the boy knew the consequences of not drinking it would be
terrible. This relationship continued until Gangcun graduated from high school, during which time he never mentioned it to anyone
.
One night, when this now-mature young man was once again ordered to crawl over, the woman
did nothing, but led him out to a place that resembled a bar.
He saw many Japanese women here, but very few Western women, and noticed no men. He
guessed it must be a women's club or something similar.
Then the German woman ordered him to crawl on the floor like a dog into the hall. He was used to it
and did whatever she said without thinking. He followed her inside.
Gangcun suddenly discovered something new: all the men here were below table height! Squatting,
sitting on the floor… Before he could think further, the German woman was already sitting at a table chatting with two other similarly
beautiful blonde women. He could only lie there, waiting to see what would happen.
They drank and chatted for two hours. The German woman pointed to an old
man with white hair under the table and said something to the woman next to him. The woman nodded in agreement. The German woman half-stood up,
pulled down her underwear from under her dress, and sat down again. The old man crawled over and stuck his head inside. A faint sucking sound reached
Gangcun's ears.
For an Easterner, this was incredibly bold in a public place! He glanced around furtively
, like a thief, noticing several other places where similar things were happening, but no one seemed to be paying attention.
Before he could get his fill of watching, the woman opposite grabbed his hair and pulled him over. Thinking it best to follow local customs, he immediately
opened his mouth and took her lips into his mouth, his tongue sticking out.
But the woman held his head down, signaling him not to move. Before he could react, a warm, slightly salty
liquid flooded into Okamura's mouth. He swallowed it habitually, more than ten mouthfuls in a row
, finally stopping, licking her entire genitals.
The woman, deeming it enough, pulled his head away: "Nice to lick!" It seemed this
lady wasn't interested tonight, just needed to use the restroom. This was the first time Okamura had drunk
a woman's urine other than a German woman's. He was brought to this place several more times afterward, always to provide genital-licking
services to different women.
It wasn't until his second year of university that the German woman across the street moved away. But by then, he discovered he
could no longer perform sexually like a normal man, and thus remained unmarried.
Later, numerous socioeconomic problems led him to change jobs many times, until he finally joined the US military as a cleaner in his forties
. When Athena was transferred to serve in the military, seeing her constantly brought back memories of that past
, leading to the scene described at the beginning.
After hearing his story, Athena thought: "So he's no longer a man." She felt a mix of regret and excitement; she
could safely use him now.
However, she was more curious about the bar Okamura had frequented and really wanted to see it. But Okamura said he
hadn't been back since, though he vaguely remembered the location and didn't know if it still existed.
Athena was very unhappy about this, and Okamura reluctantly agreed to take her there on the weekend.
The weekend arrived quickly, and Athena and Okamura went to the place from nearly twenty years ago—a very luxurious
bar, though they weren't sure if it was the real one.
After they went inside together, they found a table and sat down. After observing for a while, they discovered there were stairs leading up, but
very few people went up. It seemed one had to exchange a secret code with the doorman to get there. They sent Okamura over, and she followed
. There was nothing unusual at the entrance; they easily made their way to the second floor.
Two waitresses on the second floor looked at her strangely and asked, "Did you bring a slave?" Athena hurriedly pointed to Okamura, and he
gestured for them to go to the third floor. On the third floor, there was indeed a place, possibly a bar. They tried to go in
, but the doorman stopped them. Athena quickly said they were there to patronize the establishment. But they still wouldn't let them in. Now it
was her turn to be confused. The two ladies, seeing how beautiful she was, pointed to Okamura and told him to crawl in, instructing him
not to stand up. Oh! I see. It seemed they had found the right place.
Inside, the lighting was much dimmer than on the first floor; it looked like a bar, but the decor was incredibly luxurious
. To satisfy her curiosity, she decided to play first and then talk, heading straight for the tall bar counter. At first glance, the drinks seemed alright,
but there was no price list; everything was marked as a members-only offer.
The bartender gestured for her to sit down, and she did so in a round-backed chair in front of the bar.
The feeling she experienced as she sat down startled her; it was all too familiar—a face was beneath her, a human face.
He finally adjusted to the lighting and noticed that the ladies next to him were also sitting in the same chairs
. The only difference was that she usually sat facing Okamura, but this time she was sitting with her back to him. The chairs
were all provided by men, and the supports under the glass coffee tables were also provided by two men, though
the supports for each coffee table were different in design.
This was a completely new and exciting experience.
She also noticed that the bar girls were riding on the necks of a semi-dwarf man, like riding a horse, with their
feet off the ground. To move or turn, they would use the force of their legs clamping their heads to give a command, and he would lift them
to turn or move. Just as she was engrossed in watching, the bar girl asked, "Is this your first time here?" Athena nodded.
The bar girl then presented Athena with a glass of red wine and said, "Then you can play around first. If you like it, you can become a beginner
member."
Athena then remembered Okamura and asked him about it. She learned that men were taken in for free training
to better serve women; this was a woman's paradise, where women received emperor-like treatment
.
Only then did Athena understand.
She couldn't resist wanting to play a little longer and study a bit more.
After sitting for a while, she needed to use the restroom, but she usually mischievously peed in Okamura's belly, and he
wasn't there. Oh well, she'd have to make do. While traveling, she asked the waitress where the restroom was
. The waitress picked up a walkie-talkie on her shoulder and called out: "Who would like to serve this foreign lady?"
Three Asian men crawled out and came to Athena's chair.
The waitress let her choose one to ride, and without thinking, she picked one that looked good and climbed onto his neck.
This "horse" didn't stand up; it just knelt and started walking on its knees, at a perfect pace.
She thought to herself, "It's actually quite comfortable!" Upon entering the restroom, Athena was utterly astonished: the toilet
was larger than the bathtub. Inside, a man knelt facing the wall, his hands gripping the rim of the toilet, his head tilted back,
with a showerhead directly above him. The restroom floor was nearly 1.5 meters lower than the entrance floor,
forming a passageway with large, low-lying toilets on either side.
Athena was at a loss. These toilets were large enough to fit several people; how could she possibly use them? Meanwhile, her mount
continued moving forward, stopping at each toilet, until it reached the end, without any apparent
instruction from the rider.
Just then, a woman in her twenties entered, also riding a man. She
greeted Athena warmly; she appeared to be of mixed race.
She walked to a toilet and squeezed the man between her legs. The horse immediately stopped, turned around, and faced away from the toilet
. The skinny old man in the toilet immediately rested his head on the horse's back. The man riding the horse
used his hands to support the woman's shoes, lifting her buttocks off the back of his neck. The woman then took off her sweatpants
and underwear. As the horse straightened up, the mixed-race woman's snow-white buttocks naturally sat down on
the face protruding from the toilet. Then, the sound of her urinating was immediately heard… The skinny old man in the toilet swallowed the urine continuously
. Then, the woman moved forward, stepping on the horse's hands, and the skinny old man's wide-open mouth covered
her anus… Even Athena stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
But she did hear the sound of farting and the sound of the woman straining in her throat, and then she saw the skinny old
man's esophagus constantly undulating.
Afterwards, she calmly continued sitting until the old man had licked his anus clean before standing up, putting on her underwear, and waiting for the man on horseback
to leave. Everything was so natural and unhurried.
Seeing Athena looking at her, she said, "Oh! Look at his age, he won't last much longer. I
only gave it to him out of pity!" Her tone suggested she wasn't there to use the toilet, but rather to offer charity.
Then the shower automatically turned on, spraying a lot of disinfectant-smelling liquid that washed the old man's face and mouth.
The door opened, and the woman leisurely rode out, saying, "If you pity him too, give
him some to eat!" Athena tensed up and squeezed her thighs together. Her horse, in the same manner, lifted her up. Looking back, she
almost fell off. In the toilet behind her was a boy of about ten years old. Without thinking, she
sat down on his face. "His neck is really strong," she thought, "it actually supported me!" Looking down, she saw her entire face
was submerged in her buttocks.
She happily released her urine, listening with delight to the sound of swallowing—truly a queenly experience! Afterward
, she waited for her little tongue to slowly lick it clean before pulling up her underwear and jeans. Her upturned face, full of satisfaction,
opened her mouth and said, "Thank you, Auntie, for the holy water!" Holy water? Did she mean her urine? Please reward me with gold
! Athena finally understood; here, a woman's urine was holy water, and her excrement was gold, hence the term "reward
."
It seemed today's trip was truly worthwhile; it was the first time in her life someone had called her excrement holy water, and an indescribable
sense of satisfaction coursed through her body.
She rode out of the restroom on a male horse, and the mixed-race beauty from before rode up to her again: "Hello! My name is Shanli
, and I'm the manager here."
She politely replied, "Athena."
Shanli said, "I haven't seen you before. Is this your first time here?" "Yes, please excuse my appearance.
You're very beautiful. Come often for relaxation; I'll get you a membership card."
Athena quickly said, "My income isn't very high." " It's alright, 　　" Shanli replied. "
Female members here are free, but you can't just come in by paying.
We only welcome pretty ladies like you. " "What about male members?" Athena asked. 　　Shanli said, "The ones under our crotch and in the toilet are all male members! They have to pay very high membership fees 　　." 　　"Wow! People actually pay high prices to drink urine?" Athena couldn't believe it. 　　Shanli said, "That old man in the toilet has been here for five years, from when I was nineteen until now. 　　He's eaten all my excrement. You'll get used to it if you come often." 　　Athena was pleased with Shanli's words. Since she had the means, why not accept? 　　She squeezed her legs together, and her horse followed Shanli.

After becoming a member, she was escorted to the door by horse. Another attendant brought out Okamura: "
Miss, this is your slave. We hope our training will help him serve you better. Welcome back next time!"
Slave? Athena looked at Okamura with excited and expectant eyes, but he returned her a resolute and affirmative gaze
.
On the way, Athena asked Okamura, "Are you willing to become my slave?"
"For life, without regret! From now on, you are my master. You can use me as you please. Just
give the order; there's no need to ask if I'm willing."
Back at the camp, Athena busied herself with her weekly report. Okamura's face sat quietly beneath her jade-like buttocks.
Whenever she was in the dormitory, Athena never wore trousers or underwear; her lower body was always naked. With air conditioning, it wouldn't be too cold
or too hot. Her upper body was almost always covered by a loose military shirt.
After returning from Shanli's place, she became even lazier. When she needed to urinate, she would simply say, "Ugh!"
She didn't even bother to look, just feeling a warm mouth holding her lower body, and a strong suction
sensation, and she urinated without stopping. If she were sleeping in bed, Okamura would drill in from the foot end to finish
the task.
It seems having a slave is really good, saving a lot of trouble.
One night, in the middle of the night, Athena felt something was wrong with her stomach, knowing that her period had started. She jumped up and rushed
to the bathroom only to find that she had forgotten to buy sanitary napkins. Now, the supermarket in the military camp was already closed. This terrified
her. She could hold back her urine, but this was something she couldn't control; once it started, it would come out.
At this moment, she saw Okamura still fast asleep in a chair position (Okamura said that he slept like this to train
his endurance). She would use him for the emergency. Thinking of this, she quickly ran over, pried open Okamura's mouth with her hands, and 　　sat down
with her petals on the man's mouth. 　　These quick movements woke Okamura up. He opened his eyes and saw that his master had gotten out of bed by herself. 　　Seeing the relaxed expression on his master's face, he began to suck harder. The fluid coming from his master's vagina 　　was much thicker than usual, with lumps and a strong fishy smell. 　　Gangcun then realized that his master was menstruating. Previously, his master wouldn't use him during this time, but tonight, for the first 　　time, he sucked even more vigorously. Athena, watching Gangcun, thought of an 　　idea that even she admired: since the slave didn't seem to mind, why not let him replace a sanitary napkin tonight? 　　Afterwards, Athena said the next flow would be even heavier and told him to lie down on the bed. Athena calmly 　　slept with her slave between her legs until the next morning. 　　During her period that night, Gangcun again unhesitatingly swallowed it. 　　This living sanitary napkin was really useful. 　　Because of her period, she wasn't in a good mood, lying in bed with a wicked idea in mind. Since the toilets in the bar 　　were used by slaves, maybe hers could too! Never mind, let's try it first. She threw back the covers and said, 　　"Gold!" Okamura, understanding perfectly, immediately moved his mouth from her genitals to her anus. She almost laughed in 　　her sleep; she hadn't expected Shanli's training to be so effective! Pooping in bed—she couldn't bear to think about it; it felt a bit perverted 　　. That feeling was instantly replaced by comfort. 　　The first "gold" entered Okamura's mouth. From the slave's lip movements, she could tell he was chewing 　　. After stopping, he excreted a second... At that moment, she thought, "How amazing! If this mouth were always under my 　　crotch, then sexual desire, urine, vaginal discharge, menstruation, and feces could all be freely expressed anytime, anywhere—how 　　wonderful that would be!" Another weekend arrived in the blink of an eye, and Athena went to Shanli's bar alone. 　　She felt a voice inside her urging her to go, and she really wanted to go. 　　After showing her membership card upon entering, the clerk let her choose her mode of transportation. Being European, she was naturally 　　taller than most East Asians, so she chose a relatively tall horse. 　　Athena rode around casually, greeting many beautiful women. 　　Just then, Shanli saw her and enthusiastically spurred her horse towards her. 　　"You've come after all! I knew I wasn't mistaken. Come on, let's chat in the office." 　　They rode into Shanli's office one after the other. 　　Athena immediately saw a sofa with a man's head on it, his legs seemingly tucked into the backrest. 　　She dismounted and sat on his face, starting a casual conversation. 　　Shanli said she was going out of town for a few days and asked Athena to keep an eye on the bar for her. She could come in the evenings 　　; the staff were all experienced and would handle everything. 　　Athena hadn't expected Shanli to trust her so much. Since she had nothing to do in the evenings anyway—she usually just sat around watching TV and 　　surfing the internet—helping out wouldn't conflict with her schedule, so she agreed. 　　After leaving, Athena went to relieve herself. She discovered that the old man Shanli had mentioned ate the gold faster than she had 　　imagined; he practically swallowed it without chewing. It seemed he really had been using a toilet for years! That evening, Athena 　　arrived at Shanli's bar on time. 　　She randomly picked a mount and headed straight to the office. 　　Today, the horse was of standard Asian build, and Athena's feet almost touched the ground. However, it wasn't 　　bad; her overall height didn't seem much different from usual. 　　She went behind the desk and saw Shanli's office chair. It was a de facto executive chair; 　　apart from the backrest, it was practically a toilet. The seat was just a skeleton with an expectant face in the middle 　　. 　　Due to her home habits, Athena took off her jeans and underwear and sat down. Since the face was blindfolded 　　, he wouldn't know who she was. 　　Immediately after sitting down, she felt a soft tongue gently licking her labia, neither too fast nor too slow, neither painful nor itchy 　　—it was quite pleasant. 　　She thought: Let him lick it; it's best to clean up all the sweat and secretions from today. 　　In her spare time, Athena turned on Shanli's computer and was quite surprised to see the financial records. 　　It turned out that male members' annual fees were very high, ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of US dollars. The bar's operation 　　relied on these fees, and the remainder or any extra was Shanli's net income, supplemented by some donations from female members.

"Probably quite wealthy!" Just then, her secretary called to ask if she wanted to go to the gym. "Okay,
might as well look around since I'm here.
" Athena and her secretary rode to the gym on the fourth floor. On the way, Athena pointed to the man beneath her and asked, "
Being ridden all day, and having to walk on your knees, can you handle it?"
The secretary replied, "We have training. After weight training, the horse will find being ridden by you very easy.
You can make it walk for hours without a problem." "
Oh, I see," Athena thought. "I'll go see how they train."
They reached the stairs in the blink of an eye. Athena was about to dismount when the male horse beneath her suddenly collapsed forward, landing on
its four legs, and began climbing the stairs.
"Oh! That's how it works."
Athena rode on without dismounting until they reached the fourth floor. After the stairs, the horse reared up again and continued to lift her up
. It seems that once you enter a bar, you basically don't need to walk.
The secretary led her to the gym and said she could shower in the bathroom afterward.
She worked out casually for a while but quickly lost interest; as a soldier, she underwent extensive physical training every week.
"Go take a bath," the male slave carried her to the bathroom.
She was stunned! Three naked men, all in their twenties, were kneeling inside.
Bathing in front of them was incredibly embarrassing! Seeing her bewildered expression, one of them said, "It's alright,
we always serve Shanli like this!"
"Oh, is that so? Okay... alright!" She
was still a little reluctant to leave the beautiful whirlpool tub.
As soon as she stood up, they started undressing her. One male slave held out his hands, carrying her clothes, but
Athena's panties ended up on his outstretched tongue, the crotch of her panties just touching her genitals
. She thought, "How creative! I'm sure he'll have a lot of secretions."
Unexpectedly, the clothes hanger spoke: "Your panties need cleaning."
He then rolled the entire crotch into his mouth, licking it with his tongue, mixing it with saliva. Athena laughed.
Why hadn't she thought of having Okamura clean her panties like this? After filling the tub with water, a male slave pulled out a
hammock-like structure, with a blanket submerged underwater. He then entered the tub from the opposite direction, lying down in the water beneath the blanket
, before beckoning Athena to join him.
She entered and lay down on the blanket, sliding down smoothly until her genitals were pressed against the male
slave's face. He opened his mouth to catch it, and Athena felt a rush of warm
, comfortable water entering her vagina, which he then withdrew from, repeating this process over and over.
She finally understood that he was cleaning her insides; she let it be and enjoyed it.
During the bath, Athena remembered she needed to urinate, but the male slave in the water stopped her, so she gave him all her urine to drink.
After the bath, she checked her underwear; the licking was good, and the hardened secretions clinging to her crotch were
gone. The male slave then asked, "Need a massage?" Since things had already come to
this, she decided to go for it! Athena followed them to the massage room next to the bathroom.
There, she saw a spacious and comfortable massage bed with an unusual waterbed mattress. There was
a hole about the size of a toilet seat at the bottom of the mattress. Athena, who usually lay face down for massages, lay down on the mattress. However, this
placed her vulva directly in the opening of the hole. She was confused. Just
as she was pondering this, a male slave said, "Miss, please lie on your back. We'll massage your anus first!"
Although still not quite understanding, Athena complied and lay down facing the ceiling.
The masseur brought a bottle of essential oil and lay down under the massage bed. Athena was
familiar with this type of oil massage, knowing it was beneficial to her health; she had only experienced regular, proper oil massages before.
But she didn't feel this sensation on her buttocks and thighs; instead, she felt something warm and slippery directly
contacting her anus.
She thought, "So this is where they massage!" The thing felt like a finger, but softer than a finger; it reminded her of something she had recently
experienced—a tongue! Yes, that's right, it's a tongue. It's the same
feeling a toilet slave gets when licking themselves clean at the end of a toilet session .
The tongue, after getting a little oil on it, licked back and forth on her anus, sometimes pushing it forcefully inside
—it was quite interesting.
Soon, the guy crawled out, and Athena could watch him do it, her hands behind her head.
She saw him take a large mouthful of essential oil, then open his mouth and block his vulva, using
the power of his mouth and tongue to push the oil into his vagina, then suck it out, repeating this several times before changing the oil and continuing.
Finally, another slave smelled Athena's vulva and anus, saying, "Not bad, very fragrant!" Only then did
the so-called massage end.
They told Athena that regular massage like this not only relaxes her, but over time it will ensure her
vulva has no odor for 48 hours.
After the massage, Athena stood up to ask for clothes. The male slave brought her clothes and helped her put them on. Her underwear was already
dry, clean, and comfortable. It was almost time to go back. She rode the male horse back to the first floor and only
reluctantly dismounted at the door before leaving the bar.
Back at the camp, Okamura was still kneeling in the dormitory waiting for her.
"Huh, you could have gone home tonight, why are you still here?" "
Master, going home has no meaning for me anymore. I just want to stay under your crotch at all times," Okamura
replied devoutly.
Athena thought, that's not bad. She's actually getting used to his presence. Let him be! "I
need to pee!"
Okamura immediately leaned back into a chair-like position. Athena pulled down her underwear and sat on that familiar face.
After waiting for Okamura to take her urethra into his mouth, she urinated freely. Okamura swallowed it all, like a real toilet. Afterward,
she waited for him to lick it clean before getting up to go to sleep.
The next morning, after she got up, she sat directly on Okamura's back and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. While brushing her teeth, she
urinated on his face. After she finished, she moved her buttocks forward a little. Okamura knew that was a signal that she needed to defecate. To avoid
the stench, he tightly covered Athena's anus. Athena defecated naturally, as if her buttocks
were a toilet rather than a man's mouth.
Life went on day by day, and Athena's sense of superiority seemed to permeate her very soul.
Her confidence and arrogance swelled, propelling her career to new heights. With
the changing international landscape, Somalia had become a focal point for maritime nations and the world at large.
Japan, an island nation, was described in ancient China as a "tiny place," referring to its small land area. Most
of its resources were imported, and its inability to produce them domestically meant that its main lifeline was the sea
.
However, Somali pirates had gradually grown stronger, profiting from their territory.
With increasing plundering, their capital amassed daily. To better rob merchant ships
, the pirates spared no expense in purchasing all available weapons, except for those from disciplined forces.
This significant threat forced some countries to resort to World War II-style naval
escorts. The United States, to demonstrate its maritime dominance, was also forced to increase its manpower and crackdown
efforts.
It was against this backdrop that Athena was assigned to an escort fleet.
An unexpected incident during a merchant ship escort mission changed Athena's life forever.
One day, Athena led a fleet, and the journey was uneventful until they encountered
the world's most notorious Somali pirate ships in the waters near the Somali peninsula. Confident in her fighter jet capabilities
, she disregarded these scattered guerrillas and, driven by curiosity, flew at low speed towards them. Unexpectedly, the pirates fired a Stinger rocket launcher, what the Soviets
called an RPG.
This weapon was normally only effective against helicopters, but because Athena was too slow, they used it against
her.
Distracted, the fighter jet's tail fin was damaged, causing it to lose balance. She had to steer the aircraft away from the sea and towards the nearest
land area. Once on land, she was completely out of control, so Athena pulled the ejection seat, and thus
, she landed in the jungle.
With a radio notification from the pirates, their accomplices on land arrived. Athena's Desert
Eagle and two magazines were quickly rendered useless, leaving her no choice but to surrender.
The pirates cheered their great victory and brought her to the base, surrounding her.
The captain, surprised to find she was a beautiful pilot, was also filled with lustful thoughts.
He repeatedly groped Athena, who dodged and fought back with her feet, cursing all the while. The pirates jeered
, implying that they couldn't handle this blonde.
Enraged, the captain untied Athena's bound hands. Athena moved her arms, instinctively and
quickly surveying her surroundings. She
noticed a Browning M dual machine gun (the powerful one from Rambo 4
) positioned in front of a door on a nearby wooden building, and an idea struck her.
Through provocation and struggle, Athena slowly moved towards the stairs, waiting for an opportunity to kick the captain in the groin
. He cried out in pain and doubled over. Then, with a Japanese-style spinning side kick, the captain fell to the ground.
Amidst the chaos and cheers, she rushed up the stairs, gripped the M2, and cocked it. The pirates were stunned,
speechless. Some reacted quickly, raising their guns. Athena turned the muzzle, and a heavy shot rang out,
several men were maimed, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Panic ensued, and they all collapsed to the ground. "Get up slowly, one by one, and put your weapons aside!"
Athena commanded.
Some pirates who had learned English from buying weapons demonstrated first, and then everyone followed suit.
A filthy mob is a filthy mob.
Athena looked at her leader still lying on the ground, and a nameless rage surged within her. A burst of bullets pierced the ground,
separating his legs from his body, causing him to howl like a banshee. The others were even more limp, unable to move.
"Stop the bleeding! I want him alive!"
Seeing their leader was also dead, and realizing how formidable this American beauty was, those with foresight immediately suggested that Athena
lead them.
From naval aviator to female pirate? This was too outrageous!
"No! No..."
But the sound was drowned out by the cheers of the crowd.
Athena decided to prioritize her own safety and accept the unexpected situation.
"Drag him away for treatment!"
Athena said, pointing to the pirate captain who had been wearing the floral shirt.
Someone did this.
Then they dispersed to do their own things, easing the threat to her.
She chose a few slender men to follow her, also for safety reasons.
After three days, Athena discovered that the biggest problem wasn't money, but fresh water. The surrounding
water was all saltwater; drinking water came from mountain springs and rainwater, and bathing was a luxury beyond imagination.
Deadly plants and animals were everywhere.
Without Okamura by her side, many things felt strange, but she had no choice.
One night, Athena wanted to go to the toilet, but thinking of the dangers in the jungle, she held it in. Using a chamber
pot was too hot and smelly, making even the bedroom unpleasant.
For some reason, a thought suddenly occurred to her: Couldn't she train an Okamura? If he didn't want to, she would force
him to get used to it.
Some habits, like heroin, are addictive, something Athena hadn't considered.
She immediately asked how the former leader was doing. His henchman said he was alive, given food and water every day, and was doing quite well
.
Why keep such a useless person idle? Athena had a preliminary idea for solving some problems
.
She had the upper part of the seat in the room, which was just a large tree stump,
hollowed out at a 4-5 degree angle. Then, a hole the size of a toilet seat was made in the floor beneath the stump. Looking at this masterpiece, Athena
couldn't help but feel a surge of smug satisfaction.
Next, she stripped the leader naked, dragged him to the tree stump seat, tied him up, strangled him with a rope, and
pulled his head back into the hollowed-out part, immobilizing him. His face was level with the seat surface, and his buttocks were inside the
hole in the floor.
This once-powerful pirate leader was thus immobilized, initially cursing incessantly.
Athena ignored him, simply ordering that he be given no food or water.
As everyone knows, in this region, the temperature is such that one could survive seven days without food, but without water,
four days would be a feat, and five days would be certain death.
By the fourth day, he was too exhausted to even curse. Athena urinated in the chamber pot beside him, and afterwards
, she saw him staring intently at the golden liquid in the makeshift wooden chamber pot, his eyes shining with anticipation. Even
Athena secretly felt proud: she had learned how to train him.
A moment later, Athena covered her nose with her left hand, took a bamboo tube with her right, poured some of the golden liquid into it, and brought it to the leader's face
. He paused, looked at it for a few seconds, then resolutely opened his mouth wide and drank all the liquid in the bamboo tube, even
licking his dry lips with his tongue, looking as if he wanted more.
Seeing this, Athena knew that her plan had been half successful.
She didn't always let her leader drink all the urine; instead, she left half in the basin, then urinated some
more, mixing the fresh urine with the remaining urine to make the smell even more pungent. However, the leader seemed to
become increasingly accustomed to it, showing no reaction whatsoever, as if drinking water.
During this time, Athena tried to contact the military, but radio communication was impossible; she could only receive
signals from other pirate dens nearby. The pirates were also interfering with military communication frequencies. After half a month, she gave up on this
plan, deciding to try again later.
During these two weeks, Athena became familiar with the pirates' way of life. Their main source of income was
robbery.
The most lucrative targets were usually merchant ships, which were relatively weak in resistance. Robberizing other pirates
was risky, costly, and yielded little profit; it was easy to backfire and lose money. Therefore, the nearby
pirates had an unspoken rule: they almost never harassed each other.
For the past five days, the leader had only received a small piece of expired bread each day, often in a state of hunger, his only hydration
being Athena's urine, and he was frequently thirsty. He sat there naked, urinating and defecating through
a hole in the floor, his face filled with helplessness and blankness.
When Athena returned that day, the leader was unbearably thirsty, shouting loudly. Athena happily
pointed to her genitals, and the leader nodded repeatedly with delight.
Athena took off her outer and inner trousers and sat on the wooden stake where the leader was bound. The leader immediately opened his mouth
and took her entire genitals into his mouth, sucking hard on her urethra. Under this suction, Athena easily released
all the salty fluid.
This was the most comfortable urination she had experienced in half a month. "Very good!"
Athena couldn't help but mutter to herself.
After urinating, she wasn't in a hurry to get up, still savoring the long-lost feeling. It seemed her idea
was right; she'd finally put this useless guy to good use, saving herself the unpleasantness and
trouble of urinating in the wild.
Perhaps the boss was too thirsty, completely ignoring
the peculiar smell emanating from Athena's genitals—the smell of not having bathed for half a month—and continuing to suckle.
Athena felt a surge of pleasure, and then gradually began to let out soft moans, but the boss's continued sucking
made her, already burning with desire, lose patience.
Athena began to slowly thrust her young, jade-like buttocks back and forth, trying to gain more pleasure, but the boss still pursed his
lips and sucked, seemingly not satisfied.
"Stick out...your tongue...or...you'll...die of thirst!"
Athena commanded.
Forced into a corner, the boss stuck out his tongue, and Athena finally felt something warm and moist
enter her vagina.
With her continued thrusting, sticky fluid flowed out, and the boss excitedly withdrew his tongue to suck
up this precious moisture.
"Stretch out, straighten out! Don't pull back without my order!"
The leader was startled, and Athena immediately felt that warmth enter her vagina again.
"Oh! Yes..."
More than ten minutes later, Athena reached her climax, and more fluid gushed out. The leader happily drank from
this sweet spring.
Seemingly not enough, he licked clean every part of her vagina that his tongue could reach, including the vaginal opening. Athena
looked down, satisfied, thinking, "I haven't bathed in a long time. Let him clean my anus too
; that would be more comfortable."
So she moved her buttocks forward and said in an unquestionable tone, "Lick! Until it's clean!"
The leader again extended his tongue to clean Athena's anus.
Athena enjoyed his licking while thinking: "Since he's already a cripple and can't
work for the organization like the other pirates, I might as well let him be my toilet. This way, I won't let him die and cause the other pirates to lose
trust in me, and I can also make my life more comfortable. Why not do it?" Athena
immediately voiced her idea, and the leader hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. Besides, how could he disagree?
Better to live a miserable life than die! Athena happened to be feeling very uncomfortable, so she ordered him to open his mouth wide and cover her anus, instructing
him not to let go, or he would be punished by being thirsty for three days.
In this hot weather, three days of thirst was unbearable; he'd be half-dead! The leader quickly complied.
The first wave of loose stool immediately entered his mouth, his cheeks bulging instantly. "Quick! Eat it!"
Athena didn't want to wait; she was feeling uncomfortable and afraid he would leak, so she quickly gave the order.
The leader swallowed quickly, and the smell of feces refluxed from his throat immediately filled his nasal cavity—it was truly
unpleasant.
Before he could savor it any longer, Athena's second wave of loose stool gushed out… Until he finished, there were no
unexpected problems; perhaps he was also very hungry, as he didn't feel nauseous after consuming so much of Athena's excrement.
Athena was surprised to feel her leader's tongue cleaning the residue on his anus. She thought, "This boy is teachable
!" This was the most comfortable night Athena had had in a while.
Naturally, from then on, Athena used all her bodily fluids to feed her leader. Every night, she also made him
clean his genitals and anus with his tongue. In this hot weather, it would be very uncomfortable if he didn't do this. During his period, it was even more uncomfortable,
as he kept his mouth covering his vaginal opening for extended periods. There were no sanitary pads or linens available, and besides, pirates didn't have women before.
They wouldn't even think of taking these things, so this was the only option.
But Athena never revealed how she treated this former pirate leader.
Occasionally, she'd bathe in the stream to clean herself; life was pretty good, and she almost didn't want to return to the big city
. But
life couldn't remain static. Her men reported that they hadn't been active for a long time, which
would lead to shortages of food and supplies. As a former soldier, she knew what this meant, so she had to continue robbing
.
Looking at her men's weapons, most were AK-47s, relatively easy to buy,
powerful but less accurate. They also lacked sniper rifles.
Therefore, to increase profits, they needed better weaponry. To this end, Athena entrusted her household to
a few trusted pirates and went alone to a nearby Arab country to try her luck.
The pirates, hearing that their new leader was going to purchase better equipment, were filled with anticipation for the future, further solidifying Athena
's position in the organization.
Athena also temporarily abandoned the idea of returning to the army, wanting to enjoy a period of freedom before making any further decisions.

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