My One-Night Stand with a Japanese Nurse (16 pages)

The story begins in the summer of the year the Olympics were held. I remember it clearly; it was July 1st, a Tuesday. It was an ordinary day. I closed two deals, had dinner with clients, went home, showered, and went to sleep. Then, disaster struck. I suddenly experienced excruciating lower abdominal pain, so intense I had to call 110 for an ambulance, which took me to the nearest hospital, the China-Japan Friendship Hospital. When I was carried into the emergency room, I was still conscious. The nurse on duty, Junko Ono, caught my attention, not because of her Japanese name—there were always Japanese doctors and nurses doing exchange programs at this hospital. What surprised me was her appearance and demeanor—it was so eerily familiar, so unforgettable. I tried to recall her, and even the pain seemed to lessen somewhat. And so, I lay on the operating table.

My illness was simple: acute appendicitis. The attending surgeon was also Japanese; his name tag read Sato Ichiro. When the first incision was made, the excruciating pain caused me to scream involuntarily. Opening my eyes, I saw Nurse Ono's disdainful gaze. In that instant, I finally remembered why this nurse looked so familiar. Memories flooded back like a burst dam. I gritted my teeth and didn't utter another sound. Finally, after the last stitch was put in, Nurse Ono suddenly cried out, "Oh my god, I forgot to call the anesthesiologist!" "Baka!" Immediately following was a roar and two slaps, and the nurse's cheeks swelled up instantly. "Doctor, please don't blame Nurse Ono. It was me who insisted on not having anesthesia," I said in broken Japanese, trying to excuse her. "Our family never uses anesthesia for surgery." I lay in the VIP ward for five days. I didn't see Junko Ono again. The nurses who changed my dressings told me that Dr. Sato had originally wanted to revoke her license, but luckily I spoke up for her, and she only had to reflect deeply on her actions. In those days and nights, my first love and Nurse Ono kept alternating in my mind's eye. Twenty years ago, I was admitted to a local university in the west of the city and quickly found a girlfriend. She was a beautiful and innocent girl, and I loved her very much, but she wasn't satisfied with me. In those days, playing guitar, ballroom dancing, and discussing Sartre and Freud were fashionable. As a sports student admitted through a special program, I never liked studying and was even more disgusted by the bourgeois lifestyle. Finally, my girlfriend fell for a talented guy in the Chinese department who talked about "existence and nothingness" all the time. I decided to solve the problem in a manly way, which resulted in me ending up in the police station for fighting. I will never forget the disdainful look of my girlfriend—no, to be precise, that talented guy's girlfriend. Later, China and Vietnam fought a war in the Spratly Islands. Later still, I didn't participate in the job assignment after graduation and joined the army, going to Chigua Reef. Later still, I was discharged from the army and opened an auto parts store with a few comrades. The wall clock told me that midnight had passed, and July 7th had arrived. I forced myself to shake off the overlapping images of my first love and Nurse Ono from my mind and fell into a deep sleep. In my dream, I returned once again to May 1942, to Shiziling in the Taihang Mountains. The earth trembled, the sky seemed to be on fire, and Japanese devils swarmed in from all directions. Exhausted, I leaned against a tree stump, the broadsword I gripped tightly in both hands, its blade already chipped. I held the sword diagonally to the lower right, the back of the blade facing the enemy. A Japanese soldier lunged at me, and I swung my sword diagonally to the upper left with all my might. With a clang, the Japanese soldier's rifle was knocked away. Before my opponent could recover, I slashed down, cutting down the Japanese soldier. At that moment, another Japanese soldier pounced on me. Before I could draw my sword, I was stabbed in the armpit. The Eighth Route Army would rather die than be taken prisoner! With my last bit of strength, I grabbed the Japanese soldier and rolled off the cliff. Every year on July 7th, I relive this nightmare. In the dream, I can never distinguish whether it is myself or my grandfather. Every time, I wake up in a cold sweat, and this time was no exception. I opened my eyes and found the room light was on, with Nurse Ono standing by the bed. "I'm sorry, you were shouting a lot just now. Is your wound hurting?" "My wound doesn't hurt, but my chest hurts. It's all because of you Japanese." I didn't give the Japanese nurse a friendly look. Of course, the nurse couldn't understand. "It's like this, I really troubled you with the anesthesia the other day. I've been wanting to apologize in person, but I didn't know how to express it properly." "Sigh, it's so hard to get you Japanese to apologize. So, do you know how to express it now?" "Yes, please give me this chance, please." Nurse Ono brought out a basin full of warm water, wrung out a towel, unbuttoned my shirt, and gently wiped me down. Because I had broken out in a cold sweat, my body was sticky, and this wiping felt very comfortable. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, my thoughts returning to Shiziling in 1942. My grandfather didn't die after jumping off the cliff. A few days later, a village girl carried him back from a pile of corpses. My life was saved, but one of my legs was badly broken, and the village doctor amputated it with a carpenter's saw. Grandpa was in so much pain he almost fainted, but he didn't utter a sound. Everyone in the village said the Eighth Route Army soldiers were truly remarkable. Later, that village girl became my grandmother.
The nurse unbuttoned my shirt, wrung out a towel, and gently wiped me. Nurse Ono continued working. My pajama bottoms were unbuttoned, and the warm, damp towel moved over my lower body, slowly moving towards my inner thighs and groin. I felt weak all over, but one spot hardened, yet my will did not falter. During that breakout at Shiziling, the Eighth Route Army headquarters suffered heavy casualties. Thousands of people from the headquarters, logistics, and schools were trapped, with sheer cliffs in front and brutal Japanese invaders behind. To avoid falling into enemy hands, those with guns stayed behind, and those without jumped off the cliff. The sounds of falling objects and impacts echoed in the deep valley—from refined scholars to young girls. Facing the enemy, they chose dignity. The stream was stained red, and the valley was littered with the corpses of people and mules. I sat up abruptly, angrily ordering the Japanese woman, "Unbutton my underwear, wash there too!" The nurse kneaded my groin, gently pulling down my underwear. The nurse trembled slightly, said nothing, and obediently lowered her head, her small hands kneading my groin through the thin underwear. I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, unable to resist. Under the nurse's skillful kneading, my penis had already swelled to a huge size. Nurse Ono gently pulled down my underwear, and my erect penis immediately sprang out. The nurse shyly grasped my huge penis, gently and skillfully kneading it. Although I hadn't married all these years and had no shortage of women around me, I had never imagined that the feeling of masturbation could be so wonderful. The Japanese are truly dedicated! Seeing my penis growing larger and larger, I couldn't resist any longer. I grabbed the nurse's chin, gently squeezed, and she opened her mouth. I pulled her forward, and my thick penis was stuffed into the Japanese woman's small mouth. The nurse's soft tongue skillfully licked my glans. She gently sucked on the upper part of my penis, her soft tongue expertly licking the swollen glans. "So good," I murmured, intoxicated by the continuous warm, tingling sensation on my penis. Looking up, I saw a graceful figure on the dim wall, her buttocks raised, bent over a man's crotch, rhythmically swaying up and down. Japanese women are just different! For some reason, every movement of Nurse Ono excited me immensely. She rubbed my swollen scrotum while manipulating the base of my penis, the object in her mouth growing larger and harder. I lay down, letting my thick penis penetrate deeper into the Japanese woman's throat, openly enjoying the gentle and meticulous Japanese service. On the dim wall, a graceful figure was bent over, her buttocks raised, bent over a man's crotch, rhythmically swaying up and down. The nurse opened her mouth wide, deeply engulfing my penis, vigorously accelerating her movements. My penis was wet, and the fire of desire in my chest burned ever brighter. I began to breathe heavily. Finally, unable to withstand the stimulation any longer, I involuntarily sat up, pressed down on her moving head, and thrust my thick penis even deeper into her mouth, reaching her throat. She gagged violently, but I was completely intoxicated by the pleasure of thrusting into her warm, wet mouth. I no longer cared about the Japanese woman's feelings, and just kept pressing her head down and continuing to thrust violently. Waves of pleasure surged higher and higher. In the reflection on the wall, the pretty nurse's cap was pressed down and pulled up again and again, faster and faster. Suddenly, everything stopped. I held the nurse's head tightly, pressing it firmly against my crotch, and a thick stream of semen shot deep into her mouth. The nurse gasped, cupping her hands, the semen slowly dripping from her mouth. The nurse gasped, cupping the semen dripping from her mouth. "Please forgive me if I didn't serve you well. May I go back to the duty room?" After cleaning my genitals and her own face, Nurse Ono asked timidly. "You slut, you think this is the end of it? Take off your pants, lie on the edge of the bed, stick your ass out and wait."

日本小护士褪下短裙，撅起白皙丰满的屁股，双手撑住床沿，准备迎接中国男人的侵入，不，是进入。待我喝完一杯水，日本女人已经按照吩咐准备好了，她双手撑住床沿，短裙和内裤褪到脚下，白皙丰满的屁股高高撅起，粉嫩的阴唇间湿漉漉地淌着春水。看在眼里，我的阴茎又坚硬得如同铁棒。我双手把住小护士的腰，顶在湿润的两片阴唇之间，晃了一晃，" 啵兹" 一声，整根没入。「啊」地一声，小护士浑身颤抖，巨大的阴茎强行插入带来的痛苦，让她撕心裂肺。她咬紧牙关，眼泪水夺眶而出。我疯狂地连续抽插了几下，日本女人紧密的阴道让我无比快乐，从未有过的畅快淋漓传遍全身。我深吸一口气，停了下来，抽出半根阴茎，一面体会着被女人紧紧包裹的感觉，一面给可怜的日本女人一点喘息和适应的时间。

这女人彻底疯狂了，她翘起脚尖，半张着嘴，驱动雪白的屁股，奋力迎接中国男人的撞击。) 　　日本女人狗一般趴着。望着白嫩的屁股，丰腴的大腿，和白色的透明丝袜，我无比兴奋，慢慢地恢复了抽动。随着一次次的探索和包容，陌生的肉体渐渐相互熟悉。痛楚在消失，留下的只有全新的刺激和无比的欢愉。小护士的阴道越来越湿润，日本女人的适应性真是举世无双啊！她整个上身软软的瘫下来，随着我的抽插晃动着，一股股淫水顺着白嫩的大腿流淌下来。然而这只是开始，随着我疯狂的抽插，一阵阵的热浪滚滚袭去，把她送上一波又一波的高潮。小护士彻底疯狂了，她翘起脚尖，半张着嘴，驱动雪白的屁股，奋力迎接中国男人的撞击。伴随着肉体撞击和摩擦的「啪啪」声和「啵滋」声，我愈战愈勇。终于，中日两国人民实现了共荣。一股股精液深深地射入日本女人的阴户，小护士紧闭双眼，两颊潮红，喘息着，颤抖着。我疲倦地躺在床上，小野护士给我清理干净，穿好衣服，然后把她自己也清理整洁，依偎在我的胯间，轻轻抚摸着。

日本女人依偎在我的胯间，轻轻抚摸着。「您真勇敢，又那幺强壮，您一定曾经是军人。」「是的，我，我爸爸，还有我爷爷，都当过兵，但只有我爷爷打过仗，和你们日本人。」　　「啊，竟然是这样的！战争期间给贵国添麻烦了，真是不好意思。」小护士慢慢地弄到了我的裆部。「我的祖父也曾应征来过贵国，时间很短，他在板垣辎重队，在一个叫平型关的地方全体玉碎了，他被炸断了腿，躺在地上装死逃过去的。」

小护士慢慢地弄到了我的裆部，我的阴茎又开始有了起色。「是吗？他怎幺不切腹？」　　「切过的，战败的时候，可是刀尖刚刚划开皮肤，他就吓得昏过去了。就这样，祖父活到田中时代。」「这也没什幺。那个东条英机，也是吓得握不住手枪。」我不愿多谈鬼子的那点破事儿，因为我的阴茎，又开始有了起色。「纯子，你有过几个男人？」　「啊，这个，当然是只有一个未婚夫。」「是佐藤医生吧？」「嗯。」幻想着严肃的佐藤医生此时也许就在值班室，也许随时都可能推开门来查房，我又兴奋起来。我把小护士拉到身上，一面亲吻着，一面抚摸着她裹着薄薄的白色丝袜的大腿。「告诉我，我和佐藤，谁厉害？」「嗯，这个，日本男人很辛苦的，那方面自然差一些。不过，佐藤很关照我的，他买了好几根震荡棍。」「呸，日本男人真他妈的下作。」我继续抚摸着小护士的大腿，另一只手解开诱人的护士制服，开始用力地揉搓她的乳房。「要是让你选择，你是要我还是佐藤？」「这，这怎幺好意思讲。」「你们日本人还有不好意思的时候？讲！」日本女人最终也没有讲，她只是直起身，熟练地褪下我的裤子，小心地跨坐上来，扶着我的肉棒，将龟头对准自己的阴户，慢慢地套坐下去。一阵颤抖，巨大的阴茎已经深入体内，强烈的刺激立即传遍全身，小护士不由得一声呻吟。我一把握住她的双乳，姿意地揉捏着。上下同时产生的强烈刺激，把女人的羞耻心抛到九霄云外。小护士微睁着眼，紧闭着嘴，陶醉在疯狂的肉欲之中。雪白的墙壁上，美丽的倩影前倾在男人的身上欢快地上下跳动，无休无止。日本女人的身体越来越烫，也越来越倾斜，她的脸几乎已经埋在我宽阔的胸怀里。从未体会过这样自由主动的交媾，小护士不断地扭动着屁股，体会着下体传来的快感和刺激，完全迷失在肉欲的惊涛骇浪之中。我一边老练地抚弄着雪白的乳房，一边享受着肉棒在紧密的阴户里进进出出的快感。日本女人努力着，很快就进入了疯狂的境界。随着一声忘乎所以的大叫，湿润的阴道一阵痉挛，紧紧地夹住我的巨棒，小护士的整个上身软软地瘫塌下来。

日本女人努力着，很快就进入了疯狂的境界。对于我，这还不是结束。我翻过身，把小护士压在胯下，分开她的双腿，跪在其间。日本女人的双腿间柔软光洁，嫩红色的蜜唇微微颤动。我粗壮坚挺的阴茎熟练地抵住女人的桃源。深深一次呼吸，我俯身抱紧女人光滑的肩背，结实的臀部坚决地向前顶去。她知道该来的就要来了，顺从地抬起屁股，长吁了一口气，让我的阴茎以最佳的角度侵入，不，是进入。我把舌头伸到她的嘴里吸吮着。小护士飘飘然然地眩晕起来，她紧抱着我宽厚的臂膀，隔着薄薄的肉色丝袜，她的双腿死死缠绕着我的腰身，随着我的节奏努力迎合着。

I began my final, all-out assault, and Sino-Japanese relations were finally normalized. The long night was about to end, and dawn was breaking in the east. In 1937, the Marco Polo Bridge Incident occurred, and my grandfather, a brilliant student from Yenching University, angrily abandoned his studies to join the army. Seventy-one years later, I was in this so-called Friendship Hospital ward, marrying a Japanese woman. I began my final, all-out assault. In this airtight ward, everything else in the world ceased to exist. The warm, humid air was filled only with the heavy breathing of men, the seductive moans of women, the creaking of the bed, and the slapping sounds of wet flesh colliding. Finally, the woman beneath me convulsed again, and a gush of fluid flowed from her vagina. I thrust harder and harder, faster and more fiercely. With the deepest penetration, a stream of hot semen shot into the woman's body. I continued to thrust, and with each gushing ejaculation, Sino-Japanese relations were finally normalized. When I came out of the bathroom, Nurse Ono had already tidied herself and the bed. The young girl huddled at the foot of the bed, her face melancholy and pitiful. Throughout history, when China was strong, Japan was as docile as a concubine; when China was weak, Japan was as brutal as a thief. For the well-being of the people of both China and Japan, I must forever subdue the Japanese. Thinking of this, I felt a surge of tenderness and embraced the girl's delicate shoulders.
The young Japanese girl huddled at the foot of the bed, pitiful and pitiful. "Junko, marry me, I will always make you happy." "Ah? How could this be? I'm engaged to Sato." "What's an engagement? Engagements are meant to be torn up." I lifted the nurse's chin with one hand and kissed her lips, while my other hand restlessly slipped inside her panties, pressing and rubbing her wet vulva. "Look, this land belongs to me." "No, Sato thinks it belongs to him." "Nonsense, this land belongs to China." "But it does belong to Japan now." "China's." "Japan's." "Alright, Junko, arguing won't solve anything." I ripped off the nurse's panties, spread her legs, and thrust my thick penis inside again. "Let's put aside our differences and develop it together." I ripped off the Japanese woman's panties, spread her legs, and thrust my thick penis inside again. Let's put aside our differences and develop it together. A year later, my shop had a gentle and humble young proprietress who stood at the door every morning, bowing to thank the first customers. I kept her background a secret, not uttering a word. Everyone only knew she was Japanese and had worked as a nurse.

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