Falling cherry blossoms

Published on July 18, 2016 by sis:

The blooming cherry blossoms cast a soft blush over Kyoto, bringing the joyful news of spring. Joy filled the air, children laughed amidst the creaking of wooden clogs, and women in their finest attire enjoyed a rare moment of leisure with their families.

"This is the most beautiful season in Kyoto!" In a suburban teahouse, a man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if to forever remember the scent.

"Song-kun, no wonder your classmates say you have the air of a poet!" The beautiful woman opposite him chuckled softly, a glimpse of her fair neck peeking out from her pink kimono. Her hair was styled in a high bun, delicate earrings adorned her ears, and a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth. Her head was bowed gracefully, exuding a gentle and reserved charm that was captivating.

"Zhi Xue!" The man was slightly taken aback, but quickly concealed his surprise.

"Mr. Song, I'm already a mother of two!" The woman bowed her head solemnly. "You are the person I respect most. My husband is a military officer, and I don't want to cause you any trouble because of what happened today!" The man lowered his trembling hands, and his expression calmed down. The woman opposite him, now a married woman, moved her jade-like fingers gracefully, and a faint aroma of tea began to fill the air between them.

"Seven years have passed. I almost didn't recognize you in your kimono!" The man seemed lost in memories. "Back in Gaul, you loved white dresses. You left your mark everywhere—churches, farms, schools. You were like a beautiful lark. When you interrupted your studies to return home, countless young men in Gaul lost sleep over you!" The woman paused slightly, her almond-shaped eyes misting over, as if transported back to the Gaulish countryside and churches by her memories. She didn't even notice the tea spilling out... "In the blink of an eye, I'm already calling you 'Madam'!" The man sighed.

Without a trace, she cleaned up the spilled tea, her beautiful head bowed, and the melancholy that filled the teahouse made one forget time.

That year, as the eldest daughter of the Chiba family, she was sent to Gaul by her father. A brand new door opened for her, and her young life quietly blossomed amidst Gaul's music and culture. Until one day, she received a notice from home to return to Japan. Then, fate was so wondrous that she married her current husband. Now, she is a mother of two and the prince's tutor. Time has not left its mark on her but has instead added a touch of mature charm. The current Oriyuki is no longer the naive Japanese girl she was in Gaul... The past is the past. Oriyuki didn't tell anyone about what happened during the day and continued doing housework and taking care of the children as usual. Gently tucking the blankets in, she heard the two adorable girls snoring softly. A smile inadvertently appeared on Oriyuki's face. Her husband's family had strict rules, but they spoiled the two little ones.

"Master!" The door opened, and Kamiki-kun sat upright as usual. Oriyuki picked up her needlework and began to talk about what was happening outside. The Kamiki family were imperial subjects, and her husband's calm and capable demeanor had earned him praise from Prince Asakawa-no-Prince Hato, making him a rising star

in the imperial court. Before long, Kamiki was melted by the unintentional tenderness his wife exuded, embracing her soft body. "How are Prince Toshihito's studies lately?" The Emperor, lacking energy, had entrusted the important task of tutoring the prince to Prince Asakawa-no-Prince, whose wife had been strongly recommended by Kamiki. After a few words, he couldn't help but inquire.

"His Highness is very interested in Western history and literature. He's recently been learning the piano from Zhixue. He's very talented and has progressed quickly; he can already play a piece!" She was quite proud of this, but then she noticed her husband's expression was off. "Master, did Zhixue do something wrong?" "You did very well!" Shenmu said in a deep voice. "But His Highness has always been worried about his weak nature. Now that he likes these things, even I'm worried." Although she didn't think there was anything wrong with this, out of long-standing habit, Zhixue didn't refute her husband's words until he pulled her into his arms. Through her clothes, her rough hands pinched her delicate nipples.

"Master!" Zhixue's face flushed with shyness like cherry blossoms. Shenmu wasn't very tall, but his years of military service had made his body exceptionally strong. The intense impact made Zhixue's body go weak whenever she thought about it.

The night passed in silence. At dawn, the streets were still relatively deserted. In the Kyoto Imperial Palace, amidst the clanging of swords, two teenage boys brandished bamboo swords in the garden. The prince, whose face was never expressionless, seemed to emanate an invisible pressure, making the two boys involuntarily tense.

"Your Highness, they've been practicing for a long time, and they have Mr. Hans' German lesson this morning!" Dressed in a black kimono, Oriyuki bowed deeply, her long hair tied in a bun, her fair neck appearing particularly alluring in her humility. The two boys looked relieved upon seeing her. Prince Asakawa was usually stern and unsmiling; only the teacher's words had any effect.

"Hmph, what's a little hardship!" Prince Asakawa's gaze lingered on Oriyuki for a moment, then she gave the excited prince a meaningful look before turning and leaving.

"Teacher!" The two boys' faces lit up with joy. Compared to the stern Prince Asakawa, they preferred the beautiful Oriyuki. Prince Jin's eyes even held a hint of eagerness, which was perfectly normal for teenage boys.

"Are you hungry? Let's eat!" She wiped the sweat from the two boys' brows. "Today I'll teach you a piece by Beethoven. Mr. Hans brought a gift this morning, so you'd better behave well!" "Didn't the teacher bring a gift?" "Bring Mieko along to play! We haven't seen her in ages!" Zhi Xue pretended to be angry, and the two boys immediately shut up.

An exquisite round hat, a snow-white European-style long dress, long hair cascading down her back, her fingers dancing like elves on the piano—her effortless elegance and tranquility were captivating. Only she could pull off this look. Having seen so many women in kimonos, Prince Ren stared intently at his teacher's enchanting figure on the platform.

"Your Highness, it's your turn!" She rose gracefully, her elegant posture stirring ripples in the hearts of the two boys.

"Teacher, you're so beautiful!" The prince's gaze held the sincerity unique to boys.

"Pay attention!" Zhi Xue tapped the prince on the head, her mind involuntarily recalling her husband's words: "His Highness the Prince said the prince's feelings for you seem somewhat unusual!" The prince's strange gaze made Zhi Xue wary, and she subtly maintained her distance from the young man. That night, to Zhi Xue's surprise, her usually taciturn husband spoke first.

"I promised His Highness the Prince something!" Shen Mu frowned, a rare occurrence for him: "Regarding you, sometimes the women of the Shen Mu family must make sacrifices!" Shen Mu removed his wife's clothes, caressing her alluring body, his strong frame pressing against her naked form as he began another round of thrusting. That night, Shen Mu seemed exceptionally violent. Her husband

's behavior the previous night made Zhi Xue uneasy, and the prince's unusual decision to keep her there further confirmed her suspicions. The kerosene lamp flickered, and the solemn atmosphere below the Chaohe Palace, coupled with the glint in the man's eyes, created a suffocating oppression for Zhi Xue.

"Madam!" His Highness's voice was low and hoarse. "Prince Di likes you!" "He's not grown up yet!" "No, he's a man now, so I want to ask you a favor!" At the Imperial Palace, Prince Asaka's words were never questionable, yet he used the word "favor," which made Oriyuki feel increasingly uneasy. "The future Emperor's character is too weak; this isn't a good thing for the Empire. A woman, a woman who arouses his desire, can make a man mature faster!" "What do you need me to do?" Oriyuki lowered her head, remembering the way Prince Di looked at her.

"Come to me!"

"Your Highness, ah!" She obediently walked over, her head bowed, and was roughly pulled into the Prince's arms!

"Here, from now on, be my woman. Find an opportunity to let him see, to teach him the cruelest lesson!" The Prince roughly pulled down her clothes, grasping one full breast in his hand.

"No, Your Highness, you can't! My husband is the Empire's finest soldier!" "He's right next door. The women of the Kamiki family belong to the Japanese Empire. Kamiki-kun told me this method." "No!" Rough hands kneaded her full, moist nipples, the prince's hand sliding down her flat, alluring abdomen to between her legs: "What a beautiful body, even I am tempted!" The kerosene lamp flickered, the silhouette of her husband in the window maintaining his soldierly upright posture. A contemptuous and cruel smile played on the prince's lips as he caressed this mature and beautiful body like a plaything. Her kimono lay scattered on the tatami mat, moths fluttered against the screen, and her rough hands were held between two fair thighs. Shiki's voluptuous body trembled slightly, and she let out a dreamlike moan.

"Your Highness!" Her face flushed with desperate shyness, her snow-white, rounded buttocks were cradled by the man like a child. His body, like his personality, was rigorous and cold; his erect lower body, like him, was devoid of emotion, pressing against Zhixue's vulva, which was aroused by shame.

"This is your honor, Zhixue, what a beautiful name!" Your father is a pillar of the empire; even if he were here, he wouldn't stop it.

A heavy thud came from next door. The silhouette of her husband standing and sitting again in the window shattered all her hopes, though he remained so upright… "No!" She closed her eyes, not daring to hope for a miracle, lacking even the courage to resist. The first thing women of the Chiba family learn from birth is obedience.

Her shapely legs trembled slightly in mid-air, her slender waist, unusual for a Japanese woman, involuntarily straightened, and the bruises on her full breasts, caused by the prince's roughness, were clearly visible. Her erect nipples shone alluringly under the light. Her snow-white buttocks, supported by large hands, trembled slightly as his member slid inch by inch into her full vulva. Her beautiful head rose like a swan's.

"No! Your Highness!" she murmured, her body surrendering to the prince's manhood, panting and trembling, until he erupted like a volcano. Only then did her mature and beautiful body stop trembling in shame, her sweat-covered body reflecting an alluring color under the light.

"Your Highness!" The prince's body was cold and full of energy, still domineeringly filling her even after he had just vented. Even though her husband next door had left, she still felt ashamed: "Do you still need more!" "Enough, lick it clean, Shinki-kun is waiting for you at home!" That night, Shinki did not vent his energy on his wife as usual, but instead roughly stripped her clothes off in the courtyard and ejaculated into her mouth.

The prince's strictness and rigidity made everything in the Kyoto Imperial Palace run like a pendulum along its inherent trajectory. The only difference was that Oriyuki, this mature and charming woman, visited the prince's room more and more often. Some servants even saw her come out after hearing the suppressed moans of the woman in the prince's bedroom.

"Recently, Prince Asahi has been summoning the teacher over quite a bit. Has he been giving you any trouble?" The prince's urgency made her panic. "That's the master's business!" "Madam, Prince Asahi is still waiting for you!" The eunuch's words broke the silence. The teacher's hurried footsteps made the prince clench his fists. He followed without hesitation.

"Your Highness, you can't go in!"

"This is the Kyoto Imperial Palace. Is there any place I can't go?"

"But Prince Asahi!"

Amidst the eunuch's hurried footsteps, Prince Yu burst in with a face full of anger. On the tatami, Prince Asahi's muscular upper body was exposed, his hairy thighs were crossed in front of him, and a snow-white, voluptuous body straddled him. He held her slender waist, her snow-white buttocks swayed, and her full lower body enveloped the prince's thick manhood, swaying up and down.

Sensing someone enter, the woman instinctively struggled in a panic, but the prince held her waist tightly, each thrust deeper and more thorough. Her body, tense and excited, reached a climax, clinging tightly to the prince's body, her long neck arched high, her naked flesh taut with each thrust.

"You've come!" The prince held the woman's body, thrusting hard a few times before ejaculating inside her: "Is it for her?" Her long, black hair was piled on top of her head, her high breasts heaving with each breath, her flushed cheeks involuntarily parted in excitement, glistening saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. The woman, pushed down by the prince, lay sprawled on the tatami mat, her legs spread wide, streams of milky white liquid gushing from her open lower body.

"Teacher!" The familiar face drove the prince mad: "You demon!" "Slap!" Prince Asaka slapped him so hard he staggered: "Baka! Women always submit to the strong!" "It hurts, doesn't it? Look at you now, powerless, unable to endure. You can only be manipulated by the tycoons like your father, just like I'm playing with this woman!" In the prince's resentful gaze, his sacred and inviolable teacher, Oriyuki, was lying like a bitch in front of Prince Asaka, her sexy red lips filled with his huge penis, her plump asshole between her snow-white buttocks mercilessly mocking him.

"Tomorrow, Mr. Nancy will teach you how to be a proper emperor. Don't learn those useless things from before!" The prince once again picked up the woman's naked body, making her trembling breasts and throbbing lower body face the cowardly Prince Yu. His erect penis was inserted into the woman's anus. The woman turned her head shyly, letting out a soft and seductive moan... Time flowed by regardless of human will. Every time the graceful figure beside Prince Chaohe caused the prince pain, he hated that guy, but he inadvertently began to imitate him, learning to hide himself, learning to make others afraid. There was something unspeakable in his clear eyes.

"Your Highness," a voice interrupted his thoughts, "Teacher!" "It's me!" She closed the door, sat down beside him, and stroked the prince's still-childish face. "You've worked hard these past few days, and you've lost weight. I brought you some snacks, all your favorites!" "Why are you here today? Where is he? You're always in his arms at this time!" The woman stopped, her body trembling uncontrollably. "I shouldn't have come!" "No!" The prince stared intently into her eyes, his gaze filled with pain and burning desire.

"Your Highness, I am your teacher, the one who understands you best. Today, I came behind the backs of the court. If Your Highness desires it, I can give it to you!" Chiba Oriyuki gently pulled down her clothes, revealing a voluptuous and alluring body to the young man.

She was mature and captivating, guiding the young boy like a mother, transforming him from a child into a man. The prince was madly infatuated with this mature body, never letting go until he was exhausted.

"Your Highness, do you hate that man?" After their lovemaking, she possessed a different kind of allure.

"Hate!" He clenched his fists. "I'll snatch you back from him! I'll make him suffer! I'll make him crawl at my feet!" "No, listen to me! Don't hate him! Hating him will turn you into someone like him, and your teacher doesn't want you to become like that. Someone once told me in Gaul that true strength comes from inner strength, and true courage comes from love and responsibility, not anger. You'll only bring disaster to Japan this way. Listen to your teacher, don't hate him!" "You want him to become as weak as a woman!" A gloomy voice rang out, and the figure of Prince Asahi caught them off guard.

"Your Highness!" Oriyuki instinctively shielded the prince behind her. "I seduced him!" She looked fearlessly at the man who inspired fear in countless people. "I am his teacher, I had to do this!" "Baka!" Prince Asahi slapped her across the face, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes remained bright.

If I had another chance, I would still do it, even knowing the outcome. No one knows what happened afterward. This beautiful woman, after staying in Prince Asahi's quarters for only a few hours, unusually went home early.

As usual, Zhixue put the two children to sleep, but in the middle of the night, she gently called out to her daughter, "Mieko!" The lights in the room flickered. Since when had Kamiki's temperament become increasingly rigid and stern? The two children had begun to fear him.

"Shh, don't wake Daddy!" The daughter seemed very interested in this game, her beautiful eyes filled with a childlike innocence and mischief.

"Do you like this?" A silver cross swayed in front of Mieko.

"I like it!"

"Wear it. The Gauls say we are all pure lambs. Mother is going to a very far place. You must take good care of your sister for Mother!" "Where is Mother going? When will she come back?" "When Mieko misses Mother, Mother will come back!"

"Mother will come back!" A tear slid from the corner of her eye and dripped onto her daughter's face. Scenes from the day replayed in her mind.

"What a perfect body!" Asakawa stripped off her clothes and caressed her naked body with great affection: "But your stupidity makes me angry, Chiba Oriyuki. You must make up for all this with your life. Your father should not have sent you to Gaul. Today I will use you one more time. There won't be many more opportunities like this!" Her naked body was pressed onto the tatami mat, struggling helplessly under the man's thrusts until she had no strength left.

The next day, the rhythm of the Tokyo Imperial Palace was disrupted. Prince Asaka dismissed the eunuchs, leaving only his trusted samurai. The beautiful lady, the prince's former teacher, knelt on the ground with her head bowed. The samurai grabbed her long black hair and forced a crimson medicinal wine down her throat.

"Women of the Chiba family should have a dignified death, but you cannot!" The prince toyed with the wine cup:

"This wine can cause a person's heart to stop due to excitement. The samurai beside me can help you die suddenly while having an affair with a servant. Although this will bring shame to the Chiba family, it is the best outcome!" The samurai tore off her kimono, kneaded her full breasts, and grabbed her hair, leaving her naked body exposed to Prince Asaka. Her trembling body and her shame would excite any man.

"Your Highness!" Her naked body rose and fell once more in Asahi's arms. Her high-piled hair, trembling breasts, and snow-white arms bound behind her back, her lower body tightly wrapped around his thick, muscular member, her voluptuous body writhing, only fueling the man's excitement. He mercilessly pulled her into his embrace, biting at her full breasts.

"Your Highness, you can't! He's still a child!" she groaned, almost delirious.

"No, he is the hope of the empire. Your sacrifice today is worthwhile!" A torrent of passion erupted within Zhiyuki. She was thrown to the ground, her alluring, rosy-cheeked body sandwiched between several warriors. As the first unreserved thrust entered her, her voluptuous body began to tremble with each impact.

"Your Highness, all the eunuchs were dismissed early this morning. Iga said that Master will be executed by Prince Asakawa today!" "No, he can't do that. Take me there!" Prince Asakawa sat motionless in the room, her voluptuous and alluring body sandwiched between two men. Her thighs were held up by them, and with each thrust of two massive objects into her lower body, the woman's captivating flesh tensed again and again. Her beautiful head tilted back, trembling and moaning.

"Master!" Oriyuki turned her head to look at the boy's innocent face, her eyes filled with deep pain and helplessness, while her body trembled wildly with the samurai's synchronized thrusts.

Her snow-white legs clamped around the samurai in front of her, a gurgling sound emanating from her neck. Her alluring body convulsed wildly. The two men withdrew their penises and threw her to the ground. Zhi Xue's sexy body arched defiantly like a spring, convulsing for a while. Her wanton, parted legs shuddered violently as if electrocuted before finally ceasing all movement, shamefully exposing her most intimate parts to everyone, letting filth flow uncontrollably from her genitals. Her

voluptuous body lay quietly on the ground, her two snow-white breasts trembling with the unconscious convulsions of her thighs. Her beautiful head tilted to one side, her captivating eyes wide open, filled with a lingering attachment to life and a sense of resentment. This scene was forever etched in the boy's mind. The

undignified deaths of the women of the Zhi Xue family were a taboo subject. Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the boy's childishness faded, replaced by a growing air of authority. The girl of yesteryear blossomed like a cherry blossom.

The restlessness in the air, the hurried footsteps, and the indignant faces of young men in military uniforms cast an uneasy shadow over Kyoto's springtime. The tranquility beneath Mount Fuji was shattered, and even the vibrant cherry blossoms seemed tinged with blood.

"Mieko, mission failed!" In a three-story building on the outskirts of Tokyo, a woman in a kimono knelt on the ground, her hair elegantly styled in a bun. Her long neck drooped, her high nose pointed, and her trembling eyelashes silently revealed her fear. Before her, the man's figure was hidden in the black shadows, devoid of emotion, yet radiating a suffocating pressure.

"I'm sorry!" The woman bowed deeply. "I was so careful, but he still recognized me as Japanese!" "Mieko died, but you came back alive!" The man grabbed her collar, his dark gaze fixed on her eyes. "Why!" Forced to the ground, Mieko dared not look into the man's eyes. A glimpse of alluring white skin was exposed to the air, and a silver cross swayed gently from her collar.

"He recognized this. My mother left it to me. In Gaul, he once loved it. Believe me, teacher!" "Foolish kindness, all because of that slut!" The man ripped off her clothes, his eyes filled with cruelty and greed: "You, just like her!" "No, teacher!" Mieko murmured.

"Don't you like this?" He kneaded Mieko's breasts: "Don't think I don't know what you did with those men down there!" "Teacher!" With her kimono half-open, Mieko's nearly naked body was pressed beneath the man, panting and moaning. Gradually, her two snow-white thighs tightly clamped around the man's body, her dark eyes began to glaze over, the enormous thing throbbing inside her filling her with deep shame.

"Sir, is this me, this Mieko?" Time seemed to rewind to a month ago, to that night.

He wasn't very tall, but his voice was firm and powerful. He never lost his temper, yet possessed an inherent authority. He was wise and kind. In his presence, those who arrogantly referred to the opposite continent as "**" seemed so small and laughable, like clowns. He had countless titles, but Mieko always called him "Sir," only that title was worthy of him.

"You saw through me long ago, so why did you keep me by your side!" "You had many opportunities, but you never acted. You're one of Takahashi's men; he's an 'old friend' of mine. Staying here won't do you any good. Go, I'll have the guards injure you." "Tonight, take me!" She removed her outer garment, revealing her translucent skin to the air, her proud breasts erect and alluring.

"You…" The man turned around.

"You won't even glance at me. When I was five, my mother died, and my father's hands were stained with her blood. When I was sixteen, the man I trusted most sent me to another man's bed. Now, he's the most powerful man in Japan.

You guessed it, I'm Takahashi's woman. He not only taught me a lot, but also turned me into his sex toy. Sir, I only felt like a living person after I came with you. You really won't look at me anymore, and even you think Mieko is dirty..." "No, I always thought you were a good woman. Even after I found out you were Takahashi's woman, how could you have this!" He turned his head, but his gaze fell on Mieko's chest, where the silver cross shimmered with a captivating light:

"Where did this come from? You're Oriyuki's child. I should have known. How is she now!" "She's dead, she died a shameful death, and no one even wants to mention her name!" Mieko saw pain and helplessness in his eyes, and her clenched fists trembled slightly.

"Put on your clothes!"

"No, sir!" Mieko stubbornly tore off the rest of her clothes, her private parts completely exposed before him: "Sir, you must really like my mother, but my body is even more beautiful!" "You'll stay here tonight!" The man gently brushed her long hair across her forehead, across her cheek, and carried her naked body into the bedroom.

"Sir!"

"Sleep, I'll stay with you!" He covered her with a blanket and sat down beside her, fully clothed.

"Can you hold me, like before?"

That night, he did nothing. Mieko nestled in the man's arms, a sense of security she had never felt before making her unwilling to wake up until noon the next day.

Mieko Kamiki, female, 24 years old, belonged to the Takahashi group of the Special Higher Police. Her identity was mysterious; she operated between North Korea and mainland Japan. She had infiltrated Vladivostok as an overseas Chinese. Due to her promiscuous private life, she had a poor reputation within the Ministry of the Army. She arrived in Shanghai in June of this year, was seen at Mr. Song's residence, and then mysteriously disappeared. Under the dim light, a belated intelligence report lay on the desk of the Shanghai station of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

Takahashi believed Mieko's words. She had a new mission. The black building was oppressive; she couldn't wear underwear and had to be ready to take off her clothes at any time for the bigwigs here to use. In her new boss's office, she bent over like a female dog, welcoming the man's thrusts. Mieko even thought that she was a high-class military prostitute bearing the title of "Flower of the Empire." The strange looks from people, the men's undisguised naked gazes—from the moment she embarked on this path, she was destined to be anything but pure. The oversized military uniform couldn't conceal her stunning figure, and the hair peeking out from under her hat added a unique charm. A familiar black sedan in the distance made her frown; that man was coming again. Through the car window, she could almost see his gloomy face behind his glasses.

"Mieko!" Two burly men approached from the opposite direction—Ono and Watanabe, notorious scoundrels in the Army Ministry. Their undisguised lust made her blush slightly.

"It's been a long time since we've seen such a beauty like you! Have a drink with us!" The two men brazenly put their arms around her shoulders. Mieko glanced deeply at the black sedan and smiled at them, "Want to go to that place again?" Amidst the disdainful looks of the surrounding crowd, she was shoved into an old, worn-out car. "

Your Majesty, she did it on purpose!" the guard exclaimed angrily, gripping the steering wheel.

"Follow her!"

"But, that woman isn't worth it!"

In an inconspicuous little inn in Kyucho, a naked woman lay on the ground like a bitch, her snow-white buttocks raised high, her sexy waist supported by Ono, her body trembling with his thrusts, the thick penis making a smacking sound as it went in and out of her vagina, while Watanabe was shoving his big thing into her mouth, his dark scrotum hitting her flushed cheeks, streams of vaginal fluid dripping down the corners of her mouth.

"As expected of Mieko!"

"Even more exciting than last time!" Ono grabbed one of her snow-white arms and thrust himself deep into her body without reservation. Watanabe held her head and, ignoring her painful whimpers, shoved his penis deep into her throat... "That's fucking exciting, as expected of the flower of the empire!" After a few hard thrusts, Ono pulled out his penis and a thick stream of semen gushed onto her smooth back. Watanabe, holding her head, ejaculated deep into her throat without missing a drop. Her naked body trembled, her full, fleshy hole heaving like a bellows between her high-raised buttocks, and her juices gushed out from her snow-white buttocks. The two laughed and inserted a long wooden stick between her high-raised buttocks.

"Mieko!" A man in a black car stood in front of her as she came out of the small hotel.

"You came to see me too. I just served two people here!" A hint of contempt appeared on her lips.

"Come with me!" The man dragged her into a room. "You can't do this anymore!" "You have to sneak around to see me, afraid I'll damage your reputation. What should I call you, Your Highness, or Your Majesty?" Her chest heaved as she stared fearlessly into the man's eyes.

"Mieko!" The man pinned her against the wall. "You belong to me. How can you be with those lowly men!" He frantically tore open Mieko's clothes and kissed her cheek.

"Slap!" Mieko pushed the man away, a crisp slap landing on his face. "I don't need a coward like you to tell me what to do. I'd rather be with pigs and dogs than with you! I forgot to tell you, I was just... well, you know. Those two guys... they're elites of the empire, warriors who fought for you. One of them just ejaculated in my mouth. You don't know their names, but you can taste their semen. Come on, didn't you want to kiss me?" She leaned close to the man, her mocking expression turning his face ashen.

"You still won't forgive me!"

"Forgive me! I thought you were a man, but you've become as greedy, selfish, and unscrupulous as that executioner. No, you're even worse than him. He was a truly evil person, but you're a coward. You're just inflicting the pain you once inflicted on yourself on others!" "Stop talking!" "Remember Chiba Oriyuki soaking in the formaldehyde solution at the Medical School of Kyoto University? She was your teacher, your first woman. I chose that place, to give you my virginity in front of her, to let her watch her daughter become a real woman. What did you promise her!" The man's expression seemed to freeze for a moment, as if time had flown back more than a decade, to that trembling body, those helplessly outstretched hands, those wide-open eyes, and that shameful body lying on the ground.

"She died because you couldn't control her destiny!" Asakawa-miya's words from back then seemed to haunt him like a curse.

"No, you don't understand. Over the years, I've taken down one obstacle after another, making countless Imperial soldiers serve me. Not long ago, we just occupied Manchuria. I am the living god of Japan, Mieko!" "God! Ridiculous. I'm among them, I know them better than you do. They're a bunch of lunatics!" She left without looking back. Beside the man, Konoe's venomous eyes stared in the direction she left: "She is your disgrace, and the disgrace of the Empire!" At the gate of Kyoto University, a girl with long, flowing hair wore a light blue dress, carrying a man with a suitcase disproportionately large for his size, following behind.

"Kanako, the graduation ceremony is over!" Mieko changed into casual clothes and glanced at Ohara Kin, who was sweating profusely behind her: "Ohara-kun, thank you for your help!" "He wanted to come himself!" Kanako bit her lip and said irritably.

"Ohara-kun!" Mieko took the luggage and put it in the car. "Please forgive Kanako for being so naive!" "I came of my own accord. I heard you were sent to Shanghai, and I just happened to receive orders to go there too!" "Report to the Army Ministry after you take Kanako home!" This unusual transfer made her uneasy. Although she disliked those guys before, she knew their true nature. But this time, those guys were all complete lunatics, capable of anything. Over the years, only the bookish Ohara made her feel at ease. She understood men's minds. Even though Mieko had a bad reputation, this man still treated her the same as always, but Mieko couldn't.

The atmosphere on the way was somewhat heavy. Kanako's expression was complicated. She wanted to speak several times but ultimately held back.

"Sister!" After getting out of the car, Kanako finally opened her mouth: "I've heard a lot of rumors. I didn't believe them at first, but last time I went to see you, I saw you with several men in an alley, completely naked. I watched for over an hour. I couldn't believe that was you, sister..." "It's all true, but Kanako, you don't understand!" She stroked her sister's long hair: "Remember, we don't have a father. You're the only family I have in this world. I promised Mother I would take good care of you, Kanako. Some things aren't as simple as you think." "But there's him. He's always been right. Why can't I agree to him, sister..." "No, Kanako, don't go to him. Even if it kills you, don't. Promise me, sister!" Mieko took off the cross and hung it around her sister's neck: "Now you're all grown up. You have to take care of yourself. Shizuko and her two children aren't good to you. I had Ohara find you a place to stay outside." "Sister!" The two embraced, their shadows growing longer in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The waves crashed against the ship's bow, her long hair flying, and her flowing military uniform couldn't conceal Mieko's captivating figure. "Things over there are getting worse!" "I've received notice that everyone on board will be incorporated into the combat formation!" Ohara said in a deep voice, "Someone above wants to escalate things!" "I don't like war!" Despite Mieko and Ohara's dislike, war broke out. More and more wounded soldiers were being evacuated from the front lines, and the faces of junior officers were turning frantic. The atmosphere in the division command was becoming increasingly tense. Nakamura Takeichi, Matsumoto Ishiro, and other Imperial Way Faction officers appeared around her, and the unintentional expressions they revealed made Mieko increasingly uneasy.

"Commander, that's wonderful!" Two snow-white thighs were lifted by the man, her body pressed tightly against the wall. Kato's massive member was inserted into Mieko's lower body, the twisting, firm flesh pounding against her, seemingly shaking the entire room. Her top was open, the Imperial Flower's two snow-white breasts swaying with the man's thrusts, her round buttocks trembling, thick fluid flowing from her full lower body, soaking the man's genitals. The man's scrotum, glistening with lustful fluid, slapped against her wet lower body with a smacking sound, his fully inserted penis, along with his dark testicles, seemingly trying to push inside.

"Mieko, as expected of the flower of the empire, no wonder Watanabe and the others often mention you!" "Faster, Kato-kun, ugh, Nakamura and the others!" "That Konoe guy transferred these disobedient guys here, thinking I couldn't handle them. These bastards actually dared to set their sights on Mieko, I'll make them all rush to the front and get shot!" "Kato-kun, hurry, it's coming!" With a long groan, Mieko's two round thighs tightly clamped around Kato's strong waist, her nails digging into his strong muscles, her slender neck raised to emit an alluring moan, her snow-white body pressed against the wall taut under the man's thrusts.

No secrets stay hidden forever. In an inconspicuous corner of the expeditionary force headquarters, Ohara stopped her: "Why are you with that bastard Kato!" "He may be a bastard, but he's only a bastard who only cares about himself. This time, someone wants me to disappear forever. With him around, at least those people won't dare to make a move!" Her words were met with Ohara's silence, but the deep pain in his eyes made Mieko unable to look him in the eye.

"Baka! It's Konoe. I've seen him at headquarters. Nakamura and his gang definitely listen to him!" Amid Ohara's curses, not far away, several pairs of venomous eyes stared at Mieko's pretty face, cursing: "Bitch!" As the battle intensified, the faces of the retreating soldiers showed numbness and fear. Kato became increasingly violent towards Mieko each time. It wasn't until she hadn't seen him for several days that Mieko learned that Kato had lost an arm in a bomb explosion. The expeditionary force had a new commander, and the order for her to report to headquarters gave her an ominous premonition.

"Mieko!" A familiar figure knelt in the room with his back to her, upright and rigid, his voice like a nightmare.

"Kamiki Nozomi!" A name squeezed from Mieko's lips.

"You should call me father, kneel down!" The standing samurai pressed her to the ground.

"Konoe-kun!"

"She is a disgrace to the empire, and a disgrace to your Kamiki family, she must die!" The venomous voice of the figure hidden in the shadows made Mieko recognize him.

"Mieko!" Kamiki turned around: "My daughter, as beautiful as your mother, yet as foolish as her, you have disgraced the Kamiki family!" "From the moment you killed her, I was no longer your daughter!" She raised her head, stubbornly looking directly at the man.

"No!" With a ripping sound, Kamiki tore open her top, kneading her full breasts. "Your body is a gift from me, and no one can change that!" "No, you can't!" The shame of being violated by her own father overwhelmed her body. Mieko turned her head away, her body trembling with shame as hot lips kissed her neck. Kamiki, who had never changed Mieko's clothes since she was a child, pulled down her pants, caressing her rounded thighs. Like an unrelated man, he spread his daughter's legs, parted her labia, and admired her vulva, skillfully stimulating her clitoris.

"Just like your mother, you're still beautiful even after being fucked so many times!" "No!" Mieko squeezed her legs together: "Stop, you can't do this!" "My Mieko, how can you know shame!" Pressing his daughter down, Kamiki pushed against her vulva, breaking through all obstacles and brutally penetrating her: "Only the fusion of blood and flesh can wash away the shame of the Kamiki family!" "No!" Mieko murmured, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, her body trembling and convulsing under her father's merciless thrusts, until Kamiki shot his life essence into her without reservation, she still kept her legs spread apart.

"Konoe-kun!" Kamiki pulled out his penis, milky white filth gushing out from his daughter's open vulva.

"A desperate assault tomorrow night, let her make one last contribution to the Empire's warriors!" The guard emerged from the shadows, looking down at the woman on the ground, his military boots stomping on her snow-white belly: "Kamiki-kun, you've given birth to a fine daughter..." "Slut!" Her naked, snow-white body pressed against the wall, Mieko's hair was grabbed from behind by Nakamura, her round buttocks raised, her two snow-white thighs spread wide and trembled with the man's thrusts, accompanied by merciless slaps on her buttocks, her snow-white buttocks undulating in alluring waves.

"Nakamura, compared to Kato, yours is nothing!"

"Baka!" The man's face instantly turned liver-colored, Mieko's hair was pulled tight, her beautiful head forced back, her naked body appearing even more lewd with the man's increasingly frenzied thrusts.

After leaving the expeditionary force headquarters, Mieko was "closely protected" by Nakamura and others. Although she secretly gestured to Ohara to leave quietly, she was still worried about that somewhat foolish man.

Nakamura's dozens of thrusts behind her finally erupted. Without releasing her hair, he pressed her to the ground, milky white semen gushing from between her high, upturned buttocks. Matsumoto playfully pinched her face: "Mieko, the flower of the empire, tomorrow we'll cut open your belly and let the warriors of the empire see what's inside!" "My heart is bright red, there's nothing shameful in my belly, I'm not afraid of being seen!" "Baka!" Matsumoto slapped her, grabbed her head, and shoved his penis into her mouth. Another man also forced... He couldn't wait to enter her body from behind, her sexy waist almost bent under the pressure, unconscious moans escaping her lips. Mieko's naked body began to struggle and gasp for breath amidst their frenzied venting... "Tonight, you will launch a desperate assault on the Chinese defense line. Because of your courage, the goddess Mieko, the commander of the expeditionary force, is willing to offer her body!" Nakamura waved his hand, and two soldiers escorted Mieko to the middle of the warehouse. Matsumoto ripped open her top, exposing her two half-covered breasts to the soldiers:

"Before you is the flower of the empire, Miss Mieko. Vent yourselves on her to your heart's content, cut open her stomach, cut off her head, her life is the clarion call for your assault!" "Long live!" The naked, sexy body drove these fanatical followers of the emperor mad. They rushed to the center of the warehouse, stripped off her remaining clothes, caressed her alluring body, and eagerly pulled out their penises.

"What a bunch of fools!" she murmured, a contemptuous smile on her face, but her body was grabbed from behind. Her breasts were being kneaded by two unknown hands, her thighs were being caressed by several hands, and an unknown hand was being inserted into her lower body and manipulated. Suddenly, her two snow-white thighs were separated and lifted up by two soldiers, and her body was also lifted into the air. The strong mid-level officer's hard penis was pressed against her lower body, which was split open like a small mouth.

Dark bodies pounded against her snow-white flesh, her breasts heaving under the soldiers' kneading, the monstrous penises between her parted legs throbbing, drawing out streams of sticky fluid. The officer thrust in and out nearly a hundred times before withdrawing his penis, streams of semen shooting onto her snow-white belly. Immediately, someone impatiently entered her body from behind… Holding two penises in her hands, Mieko's two "holes" were used in turn by the soldiers. With her buttocks raised, sandwiched between them, riding on the men, the loyal soldiers of the Empire erupted one after another inside her body until an hour later, she lay on her back with her legs spread apart, her snow-white abdomen heaving, her two full breasts trembling slightly, streams of white semen flowing down her open lower body. Several soldiers masturbated, their milky white semen shooting onto her naked body.

Outside the warehouse door, through the crack, Ohara clenched his fists, Nakamura drew his sword from his waist, the blade reflecting a cold, sharp light in the lamplight.

"Cut me open!" Mieko said mockingly, her legs spread apart and her full belly sticking up, completely unconcerned about the semen gushing from her lower body. "I'll show you what's inside. Hurry up and cut it open!" "Nakamura-kun, cut her open!" the soldiers shouted.

"Ah!" Nakamura screamed as he rushed over, straddling Mieko. He reversed the blade, plunging the katana deep into her open vulva. Her naked body tensed violently, her two snow-white thighs trembling involuntarily.

"Cut her open!" the soldier shouted. With a forceful thrust of the katana, he ripped open Mieko's open vagina and full mons pubis, splitting her snow-white belly in two from the inside out. Blood gushed out, and steaming internal organs overflowed, piling up between her legs. Her body taut like a bow, her snow-white thighs trembling. The excited soldier lifted her writhing intestines, pulling out her bladder and uterus, now split in two, from the pile of entrails.

"Long live!" they cheered. Sharp military swords severed her neck. The headless corpse trembled violently a few more times before ceasing all movement. Two snow-white thighs were spread wide in a lewd manner. Her disemboweled belly and still firm, alluring breasts ignited the soldiers' deepest rage and desire. Nakamura lifted her head, and a deafening cheer erupted from the warehouse: "For the Emperor!" The beautiful head was held aloft by the commander's sword. Officers drew their swords, and soldiers surged forward like wasps, crashing against the defending positions like waves. But the defenders did not panic as the higher-ups had anticipated. Cannons roared, and tongues of fire seemed to be ready all along. Kill! Kill! Go! Ohara mingled with the charging troops, raising his commander's sword high. Charge! Die! Return to the embrace of the great god! Let the angry artillery fire wash everything away... The chill of winter had not yet dissipated, and the howling wind whipped at the faces of pedestrians, driving them away. Yet, in this city at the foot of Mount Fuji, a torrent seemed to be brewing and heating up. The fireplace glow seemed to herald an early spring. A stunningly beautiful young woman straddled a gray-haired man, her delicate chin, pretty nose, and arched eyebrows perfectly complementing her large, watery eyes. Yet, this beautiful woman was now being penetrated by the penis of an old, ugly man. She braced herself against the bed behind her, her sexy waist half-bent and held by the man, her long hair flowing freely, her smooth, satin-like skin shimmering with a captivating glow. At their point of union, the woman's open vulva was filled by the old man's large penis. With each thrust of her hips, her pink labia enveloped the old man's glistening, lustful penis, the overflowing fluids wetting their joined bodies. The sounds of their thrusting mingled with the pounding of garlic.

"Shoot inside, Kanako likes it when Your Highness shoots inside, I'm coming…!" Her sexy waist was held by the old man, her alluring lower body trembling against his, a deep growl escaping from his throat as he released himself inside Kanako.

Kanako had been Prince Asaka's personal physician for some time now. The old man, though aged, was still vigorous, and he insisted on having sex with her twice a day. Kanako would add something to his food every day, which wouldn't matter to an ordinary person, but it was fatal to His Highness, who had cardiovascular problems. It was that man's method. He was unaware of what she was doing here every day, or perhaps he pretended not to know. Kanako remembered her sister's parting words: don't look for him. Perhaps the nurse's uniform was also very tempting to this old man, or perhaps His Highness was tireless in this kind of thing. As Kanako prepared breakfast, Prince Asaka hugged her from behind. She obediently lay on the table with her buttocks sticking up, one of his favorite positions.

"Kanako!" Asakawa-no-miya gripped her firm, bouncy buttocks. "You're Hirohito's woman!" "Your Highness, no!" One of her arms was tightly held by Asakawa-no-miya, her body almost pressed against the table. Asakawa-no-miya's thrusts were heavy and oppressive. "I smell his scent on you. He's always been a coward!" "Because Your Highness is close to those people, he sent me... Ah, Your Highness, so big, so hot, shooting inside..." "Don't tell him about today's events. Just pretend I don't know!" Seemingly enjoying this condescending game, Asakawa-no-miya thrust dozens of times and ejaculated deep inside her. Kanako, as usual, knelt down and licked him clean.

Compared to a home she had no belonging to, "father" was just a title. Three people with no blood relation: the coldness of her stepmother Shizuko, the meanness of her younger sister Tsuneko, and the undisguised prying in her younger brother Kiyoshi's eyes. Kanako preferred living in an apartment outside. This place was found by her sister four years ago through Ohara. She stroked the delicate cross on her chest, thinking that her sister in heaven must be doing better than she was now.

"Ohara-kun!" A familiar knock came at the door, and Ohara's slightly hunched figure appeared before Kanako. Four years ago, during the war, a bullet pierced his lung, but he was transferred to the reserves for disobeying orders. Life in Tokyo had become increasingly difficult, and over the years, his body had become hunched, and his hair had turned slightly gray.

"Those guys have been causing more and more trouble lately. I was worried about you, so I came to check on you!" He shook the fallen leaves off his hat. "The cherry blossoms this year are probably going to be stained red with blood!" "It's so cold, you shouldn't come out." Ohara coughed before he could finish speaking, and Kanako quickly supported him. The man's gaze swept across her face, and a moment of distraction made Kanako's heart ache. They tried not to mention her sister when they were together, but her sister was everywhere.

"Give me some medicine, it's an old ailment, looks like it's going to snow!" "You're always so stubborn!" Kanako poured a cup of hot water and pushed it in front of him. She gritted her teeth, as if making a major decision: "You're not leaving today!" "Why!" The man almost thought he had misheard.

"You can think of me as her!" Kanako looked up into his eyes. "Back then, she didn't despise you, she despised herself. But I'm not afraid. What's lost can never be regained. Ohara-kun, you've already missed one, you can't miss a second!" Kanako gently unbuttoned her shirt, and through the steaming tea, her fair skin was exposed to the man's view. Her slender neck, her long, flowing hair, and her two round, full breasts trembled slightly from the cold. "Ohara-kun, take me!" Without any words, her burning body swayed and fervently in the man's arms, driving away the winter chill. The moment he entered her, Kanako let out an alluring moan. "Ohara-kun, do you like my body?" On the other side of the city, the faint fragrance of tea and steam spread, and they sat facing each other beneath the sacred tree at the Asahi Palace.

"Kamiki-kun, those people are ready. My good student always likes to hide in the back. Shall we help him?" "They've been patient for too long. They've lost patience. As long as we put some pressure on them, Harada is mixed in with them. This time, he'll definitely be the one we want. It's a pity about these soldiers!" Kamiki said solemnly.

"Kamiki-kun, to eliminate the parasites of the Empire, some people have to sacrifice themselves. You're too close to those people. Remember, this matter cannot have anything to do with the Imperial Family!" "I have my own way, Your Highness. Let Shizuko in. It's her honor!" Seven years ago, she married into the Kamiki family. Although her two children are already adults, because she gave birth early, Shizuko is only in her thirties now. Her body has always been praised by His Highness.

One is her husband, and the other is the noble Prince. Kamiki Shizuko's hands are tied behind her back, and her body is sandwiched between the two men. Two thighs spread wide, entwining around the prince's waist, her full breasts pressed against his still-strong body. Her sexy waist was held from behind by her husband, and as her body rose and fell with the thrusts of two penises, her large breasts rubbed against the prince's aged chest.

"Your Highness, so thick and long, it is truly an honor for Shizuko to be with Your Highness..." Shizuko swayed her waist, her ample buttocks moving in perfect unison, her full vulva enveloping the prince's penis. Her husband's large penis would occasionally thrust into her anus, pressing her body tightly against the prince's, the narrow space and the pressure of the passage bringing the prince unparalleled pleasure.

"Kamiki-kun, thank you for your trouble!" Prince Asakawa held Shizuko's full buttocks, his passion surging, thrusting again and again into the heart of this beautiful woman, making her moan repeatedly.

"It's so hot, so hot, Your Highness!" Amidst Shizuko's unconscious moans, His Highness uttered soft, hesitant sounds. Two men tightly gripped her voluptuous body, simultaneously ejaculating inside her, their scalding semen filling her uterus and rectum… "Your Highness, Your Highness!" Shizuko cried out in alarm as Prince Asaka collapsed to the ground, his legs trembling, his massive member still erect and gushing. He made unintelligible sounds, his once intimidating eyes now glazed to one side, thick saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Oh no, His Highness has suffered a stroke!" Although Prince Asaka was rushed to the hospital, his future was sealed; he would be confined to bed, even opening his mouth and moving his eyes would be a distant dream.

The heavy snow arrived as expected, covering all the evil and filth, but it could not quell the impending storm.

Gunshots rang out in the night sky, and squads of soldiers took to the streets; this was destined to be a night stained with blood.

"They've begun!" Kamiki gazed at the swirling snowflakes outside the window. "Those were all once my men. This matter must be addressed for the sake of the Imperial Family, for the honor of the Kamiki family. Shizuko, are you ready?" "To serve the Empire is also Shizuko's honor!" "Mother!" Her son, Kiyoshi, who had just returned from outside, was covered in snowflakes.

"You brought her back!"

"She's tied up in that room over there!"

"Call Tsuneko, it's time for us to serve the Emperor!"

The imperial samurai sword was placed on the sword rack. In the flickering light, Shizuko straddled her son's strong body, her two snow-white breasts held by him, her full lower body enveloping his large penis, her sexy waist swaying, her plump buttocks slamming against her son's strong body again and again. At this moment, Tsuneko was lying on the ground like a female dog, her arms being pulled from behind by Kamiki, her plump buttocks making slapping sounds with her father's thrusts.

"Kiyoshi, Mom can't do it with you anymore, do you like it?" "I will remember Mom's taste forever!" Kiyoshi suddenly flipped his mother over, grabbed one of her plump thighs, and his large penis rode in and out of her plump anus.

"Hurry, hurry, Keiko's coming, ah...!" Keiko's naked body, deeply penetrated by Kamiki, suddenly trembled. Her snow-white thighs tensed wildly, and her two white breasts trembled wildly in mid-air.

It was a crazy snowy night. Son, mother, daughter, and father—four naked bodies intertwined, releasing their desires without restraint. As Shizuko's voluptuous body reached its peak once again under the combined assault of the father and son, Kamiki Kiyoshi pulled his penis out of his mother's mouth and drew his katana.

Shizuko's arms were held by her husband from behind, and the enormous male organ inside her swelled once more.

"Mother, you are the first, for the Empire!"

"Kiyoshi, I am proud of you!" Shizuko swallowed the remaining semen in her mouth and closed her eyes.

"Mother!" Kiyoshi screamed and swung his sword down. Shizuko's head rolled to the ground, blood gushing from her severed neck. Her headless body was thrown to the ground by Kamiki, convulsing.

"No, Father!" Keiko collapsed to the ground, staring at her mother's struggling headless corpse, a stream of urine flowing from her genitals... Kanako didn't know how much time had passed since she was knocked unconscious in the apartment, until her body was thrown to the ground again.

"Kanako, my daughter!"

"It's you, you bastard, let me go!"

"And Shizuko's mother and Keiko's sister!"

The blindfold was removed, and the sudden light made Kanako uncomfortable. As her vision gradually returned, two naked headless female corpses appeared before her, one tall and one short. Sharp samurai swords were inserted into their severed necks and pierced their vulvas, pinning them to the ground and forcing them to kneel with their legs spread apart. Their voluptuous bodies and full breasts suggested that these two women must have lived a life of luxury.

"Let me go! What have you done? You're insane!"

"Didn't you hate them?" Two plates were placed in front of the headless female corpses by the sacred tree. Kanako recognized them as Shizuko and Keiko.

"They have already given their lives for the Emperor, now it's your turn!"

"You're all crazy, let me go!"

"Kiyoshi has always liked you, and today I'm here with him!"

With her hands tied behind her back, Kanako's clothes were stripped off piece by piece, and Kamiki played with her full breasts: "You remind me of your sister. Before she was executed, I also slept with her once. Your eyes now are just like hers back then!" "Bastard, no, no, you are still mine..." Kamiki lifted her two snow-white thighs, his huge penis pressing against the entrance of her passage: "Tell me, what am I to you!" "Father, no!" Kamiki's penis entered Kanako's body, and she felt as if she was being torn apart: "No!" Kiyoshi grasped her two snow-white breasts, and Kanako felt a humiliating sensation from her father's penetration. In a daze, the old face of Asakazumi seemed to overlap with her father's. No, she cried out in her heart, but her body lost itself in a tremor.

Two headless, beautiful corpses seemed to mock the absurd scene before them. Caught between Kiyoshi and her father, Kanako's body responded mechanically, allowing the two to repeatedly erupt within her: "Father, what a ridiculous thing we're doing! Your stupidity and madness killed Mother and Sister, and these two poor women too! Cut off my head! Hang it up! I want to see you all perish!" The cold wind carried snowflakes, and the ominous premonition became reality. She wasn't found in the apartment; the Kamiki family seemed to have dismissed all their servants. Ohara, gun in hand, rushed towards the only light. He kicked open the door with a bang. Kamiki Noki, bare-chested, knelt on the ground, plunging a samurai sword into his stomach. Behind him, his son held aloft a long sword as a second.

"Where's Kanako!" Ohara struck Kiyoshi's arm, the one holding the sword.

"There," Kamiki pointed to three headless female corpses kneeling in a row on the ground, "I left her for last. She was amazing, still making love with Kiyoshi when I chopped off her head!" "Bastards, you two lunatics!" Ohara frantically pulled the trigger, shooting bloody holes into the two bodies:

"You should have gone to hell long ago!"

Under the cold light, Kanako's beautiful head sat on a plate, her headless body, pierced by a military knife, kneeling silently on the ground. In that instant, time seemed to rewind to four years ago, to the headless body of Mieko dissected under the moonlight.

Let everything be destroyed. He set fire to this place filled with sin, and Ohara sat in the middle of the room, turning his gun towards himself.

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