The "Female Club" of the Japanese Kingdom

At the end of the 21st century, the Second Sino-Japanese War began with a surprise attack by Japanese pirates. Using the Diaoyu Islands as a pretext, a fierce three-month-long conflict unfolded in the East China Sea. After struggling for three months, Japan was betrayed by the combined forces of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council. The US, Japan's "adopted father," acquired its national treasury and some advanced technological achievements, and gracefully retreated to the second island chain. Russia gained Hokkaido and a small amount of capital, securing access to the Pacific Ocean and cash, allowing it to experience a resurgence. Europe divided up Japan's overseas government and private investments, easing the escalating European debt crisis that had plagued the country for over a decade. China plundered Japan's domestic machinery, equipment, and basic technological personnel, reclaimed Okinawa, and left a devastated Japan occupied by the three powers.
The new Japanese government faced a lack of capital and resources, the theft of its technology, and the enormous reparations and occupation fees imposed by the victorious powers. The already bankrupt Japanese government, supported by equally bankrupt conglomerates like Mitsui and Mitsubishi, proclaimed the slogan "Women's Clothing Saves the Nation." Ostensibly, this was a pretext for sacrificing a generation of women to secure a chance for national revival, but in reality, it was a means to profit for these large conglomerates. Exploiting the submissive nature of Japanese women, and using the bio-nano-latex technology developed by the pre-war military's "721st Water Supply Unit" for special operations, the government turned vulnerable women into "women's clothing" to sell to the powerful and wealthy for capital to fund reconstruction. This was also seen as a way to reduce population and alleviate the burden of the government. The Japanese government tasked Colonel Ryuzaki with leading the newly established Reconstruction Special Headquarters to oversee the production and sale of "women's clothing" by latex companies. Simultaneously, domestic legislation was enacted regarding the raw materials for latex products, recognizing that women could voluntarily relinquish their human rights. This legalized the use of women as raw materials for "women's clothing" and allowed for its legal sale abroad, ensuring that funds flowed legitimately into the pockets of the government and related conglomerates.
A new law enacted by the new postwar government of Japan stipulated that women over the age of 16 could voluntarily relinquish their human rights and become raw materials for latex companies, which would then pay the beneficiaries a cash compensation. Girls aged 12 to 16 required parental consent to voluntarily relinquish their human rights. However, the law also stipulated that orphans in government orphanages who were not adopted would automatically lose their human rights upon turning 14 and be turned into "female toys." Women who lost their income and relied solely on government assistance and could not find work after six months, unless someone could pay a huge penalty, would also be publicly auctioned off to latex companies, with the proceeds going to the national treasury. This forced unemployed women to voluntarily relinquish their human rights in exchange for auction money for their families. In this way, Japan weathered its most difficult postwar period, but the production of "female toys" could not be stopped; instead, it intensified. Unless born into wealthy or powerful families, Japanese women were almost inevitably turned into "female toys."

In the classroom of Class 3-E at National Itakami High School, Miu Keiko sat lost in thought, her face filled with worry. She had a beautiful oval face, a slender waist, long, straight legs, and waist-length, straight black hair—a classic example of long, straight black hair. Now, her full, smooth forehead was etched with worry lines, and on the table in front of her lay a declaration of waiver of her human rights.
Keiko was a senior in high school, about to graduate, but based on her scores in last week's national mock exam, she knew she wouldn't get into a national university. That afternoon, the teacher in charge of college applications handed her a declaration of waiver of her human rights. Keiko's family was only middle class; they couldn't afford to pay the exorbitant tuition fees for a private university, and her younger brother needed surgery, leaving them even more broke. Working as a high school girl was out of the question. Post-war Japan had seen a surge in business failures; the loss of many young men due to the war and the subsequent loss of technology had diminished the competitiveness of Japanese companies, making survival difficult. The jobs offered now all require men with skills or education; some companies simply don't hire women. Who would want a high school graduate these days? Part-time work is impossible; the economy has only just stabilized, and everyone is broke. People in the commercial district buy or rent a "female escort" to handle less important matters in their shops or homes. These escorts don't need salaries; they only need an annual nutritional injection, and most importantly, there are no extra taxes. Current laws require women to pay a monthly tax to cover the government's management costs for female escorts nationwide. This money is paid by guardians or employers, making everyone even less willing to hire women. In the evening, Miyu Keiko dragged her heavy steps out of the school gate. She heard the voice, "Miyu-san, please be careful on the road," a reminder from the female escort at the school gate. Keiko looked at the female escort's black latex body, which seemed to be coated with gold dust in the sunset. Its feet were fixed to the ground, its legs spread apart revealing petals encased in latex, from which dripped milky-white "holy nectar"—clearly, it had just been used. Its beautiful face, fixed in latex, displayed a mixture of bewildered fear and a hint of joy. Keiko wondered if she would end up like it. Keiko boarded the subway; the ticket seller was also a "woman's club." Entering the station, people pulled a small ball from its anus; exiting, it was stuffed into the "woman's club's" flower at the exit.
Keiko returned home; her father wasn't home yet, only her stepmother was there, and her 7-year-old brother was waiting for her to come home and tell her a story. Her father, Miyu Ryuji, was working overtime; he was a section chief at Mitsui Latex Co., Ltd., responsible for the production of "woman's clubs." Currently, Japan was the world's leading producer of "woman's clubs," and demand far exceeded supply. Keiko ate dinner in a daze. At the table, her stepmother repeatedly mentioned that her brother's tumor required surgery, the family had no money, her father's health insurance card couldn't cover the family's expenses, and they might have to sell the house. Keiko lay in bed, thinking of her mother. Ten years ago, her mother had signed a waiver of her human rights, and her father had personally taken her to the company. Her father had used her mother's compensation money to pay off the mortgage and her own medical expenses when she was seriously ill. Was it her turn now? Her younger brother was the family's only hope. After the war, for some unknown reason, the male birth rate had plummeted, and many children suffered from congenital diseases. Her father was already over 40 and couldn't possibly have another son. Since she herself had no future, she might as well sacrifice herself, so the family wouldn't have to worry.
The next morning, at the dining table, Keiko placed the signed waiver of her human rights in front of her father. Ryuji remained silent for a long time, finally telling Keiko to prepare so they could go to the town hall to complete the formalities that afternoon. As Keiko turned around, she saw tear tracks in Ryuji's eyes.

In the afternoon, Keiko and Ryuji went to the town hall to complete the formalities. Keiko handed the signed declaration of waiver of human rights to the town hall staff. Then, Keiko and Ryuji's fingerprints were taken. After asking for Keiko's last words, the official seal was affixed, and Keiko's national identity information was destroyed. Legally, Keiko no longer existed. She had officially become "log," just waiting for the latex company to pick her up.
Keiko said to her father, "I've done what I could. I'm entrusting the family to you from now on," and tears streamed down her face. The town hall staff scolded Keiko, "Why is a log still wearing clothes? Take them off! You have no human rights! Also, you can't call yourself 'I' anymore! You're just a log; you need to be aware of that!"
Being naked in front of strangers was a first for Keiko. She hesitated for a moment, but did as she was told. Her slender, curvaceous waist, smooth, firm abdomen, and pink bra were gradually exposed to the air.
"Very nice skin, no excess fat on your stomach, looks like good material." The staff at the town office said to Sakamoto, the latex company's receiving agent who had just arrived.
Keiko wasn't very bright, but she was athletically gifted, a track and field star at school. She had a first-rate figure. Her well-maintained skin was something she was usually proud of, but now, being evaluated as mere "material," Keiko's tears welled up again.
"Take it all off, you hear me?" Sakamoto yelled. "I still have five towns to run from, if it weren't for Brother Long's sake, I wouldn't be so angry." Keiko bit her lower lip and quickly unhooked her bra. Two small, white breasts instantly sprang out, still budding, but already nearly perfect in shape. The girl blushed, covering her chest with one hand, but
the man roughly shook off her hand. "What's there to cover up? Hurry up."
Keiko gritted her teeth, grabbed the ends of her panties, and bent down to slowly pull them down until they hit the ground. The pubic hair between her legs was still very green, soft and delicate like baby hair, looking so mysterious that it made one want to explore its secrets. Sakamoto immediately and skillfully opened the girl's pink labia. The girl instinctively resisted, but was quickly restrained by the surrounding staff. Sakamoto glanced at her, then released his grip. "It's a pity it's broken, otherwise it would be a top-grade piece."
Keiko faced such immense humiliation but could only silently weep. She was now just a piece of wood; she had no future, and her right to weep would soon be gone.
A staff member raised an information terminal, snapped a photo, and archived it on the computer, sending it to the Fuxing headquarters in Tokyo. "This is the log's serial number and basic information. Please keep it safe. When this 'woman's furniture' is exported, the customs declaration will use its unique code." The staff member handed a chip to Sakamoto. This meant the government procedures were complete; now it was all up to the latex company.

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