[Fantasy] Zuo Yang's Memoirs (Complete) - Part 8

Chapter 37.

The next morning, the execution ground at the East Gate was packed with people, all forcibly brought there by the military police to witness the execution. To prevent guerrillas from intercepting the execution, over a dozen heavy machine guns had been set up on the high points around the execution ground, and heavily armed military police surrounded the area completely.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Zhang Qian was brought out of the women's prison. After a night of recovery, she looked much better than when she was tortured the day before. Four thugs tied Zhang Qian naked in a spread-eagle position to a frame placed on a truck, exposing her entire womanhood. Her swollen breasts and bloodied genitals made it clear to anyone with eyes to what she had suffered. This was exactly what I wanted the guerrillas and the people of the city to know—this was the consequence of resisting the Imperial Army.

When I arrived at the execution ground on horseback, Yang Tian secretly reported to me that the plainclothes officers planted in the crowd had not found anyone suspicious. I waved my hand, and four military policemen unloaded the large, T-shaped execution rack from the vehicle. Now, a large, T-shaped iron rack stood in the center of the execution ground, secured with iron buckles. The military police removed Zhang Qian's body from the wooden rack, dragged it to the iron rack, and bound her limbs to it.

I sat down in the chair placed in front of the rack, with the elite Imperial Army behind me.

I glanced at my watch; it was nearly 10 o'clock, time for the execution. I nodded to Qingchuan; she had requested to carry out the execution herself.

Qingchuan grinned maliciously, removed a bayonet from the muzzle of her gun, put it in her mouth, and walked to Zhang Qian's side.

The surrounding crowd began to stir; some were already crying out. Knowing her final moment had arrived, the girl suddenly raised her pretty face and cried out, "Fellow villagers, don't cry! Although they can kill me, I still have millions of compatriots. They can't kill them all. The Japanese devils' days are numbered! Don't let them underestimate us! As long as we unite, we can definitely drive the Japanese devils out..."

"Shut up!" Qingchuan swiftly stepped forward and taped the girl's mouth shut.

He aimed the knife tip at the girl's plump, white left breast.

Zhang Qian closed her eyes.

"Ah..." A scream of pain rang out as Qingchuan's knife sliced into the girl's left breast. With a single cut, half of the girl's large, white breast was severed, the entire breast covered in blood, hanging precariously from her white chest.

Qingchuan put the knife back in his mouth, grinning maliciously as he pinched and tore at the severed breast.

"Ugh..." The girl's heart-wrenching screams echoed across the execution ground.

Zhang Qian's left breast was ripped off by Qingchuan, the gushing blood staining half of the girl's body and Qingchuan's hands.

Qingchuan threw the limp, blood-stained breast on the ground and stomped on it. Zhang Qian, lying on the shelf, had already fainted.

A bucket of ice-cold water was poured onto the girl's naked body.

Stimulated by the cold water, the girl opened her beautiful eyes.

Qingchuan then grinned maliciously and grabbed the girl's right nipple.

The girl's face was deathly pale; she looked at Qingchuan and then closed her eyes again.

With a sinister laugh, Qingchuan swung the knife and cut off the girl's nipple. Then, he made a small incision above her breast, and with a savage grin, he inserted his middle finger into the incision and forcefully tore at the girl's right breast.

"Ugh...ugh..." The girl cried out in pain through her duct tape-sealed mouth. Her limbs convulsed violently. Qingchuan inserted his right middle finger into the incision, and with the knife in his left hand, he slowly sliced off the girl's right breast from its white base, turning up half of the bleeding flesh. He then cut into the breast, still attached to the muscle. The surrounding crowd closed their eyes, unable to bear the cruel scene.

It took Qingchuan more than ten minutes to finally sever the girl's snow-white, full right breast at the base. He held the breast in his hand, grinning maliciously as he squeezed it and sucked the blood flowing from the flesh.

Zhang Qian, who had both breasts cut off, had not yet fainted. She gasped for breath on the rack. Her chest, where her breasts had been cut off, revealed her white ribs.

Qingchuan grinned wildly, held the breast in his hand in front of the girl's eyes, and then threw it into a basin of water. Then, he squatted down with the knife and slowly inserted the tip of the knife into the girl's thighs.

The girl's thighs convulsed uncontrollably from massive blood loss, and she groaned as the cold blade touched her inner thighs.

Qingchuan grinned maliciously as he plunged the blade into the inside of her left thigh, twisting it to slice off a piece of flesh the size of a palm. Then came the other thigh. Zhang Qian was in excruciating pain. Qingchuan inserted the knife into the flesh above her vulva, painstakingly slicing away the flesh from her mons pubis and clitoris. It took another fifteen minutes to cut away the genital muscles. Zhang Qian fainted three times, each time Qingchuan revived her with cold water before continuing the torture.

Finally, they reached the girl's most secret place. Due to days of torture, Zhang Qian's vulva was barely recognizable as its former beauty and sensuality, just a bloody, mangled mass of flesh.

Amid Zhang Qian's agonizing screams, Qingchuan sliced through her outer muscles, exposing her vagina. He then plunged the knife inside, ripping out the tender flesh. With a sinister grin, he tossed the soft, wet muscular tube onto the ground. Next, he reached into the bloody hole at the base of Zhang Qian's thigh, pulling out a pear-shaped, red constriction.

I knew it was Zhang Qian's uterus. With a yank, Qingchuan dragged it out, followed by a large mass of soft, wet intestines. Zhang Qian's beautiful eyes were wide open, her face ashen; she was dead.

The mangled body was removed from the rack, and two military policemen placed it in a sack.

The execution was over; the rack was covered in blood.

I waved the order to retreat. The troops assembled and began their return to headquarters.

On the way back, I praised Qingchuan a few times, saying he truly deserved to be called the pride of the Imperial Japanese Army.

As we turned onto East Street, my horse suddenly let out a "hissing" sound and reared up. I quickly grabbed the hind legs, and just then, two gunshots rang out. I felt a jolt on my head, and a cavalryman beside me had already dismounted.

I quickly lay down behind the horse's carcass. Chaos erupted in the street. I glanced to my right and saw a petite woman dressed in black climb over a wall and onto a rooftop.

Several soldiers nearby were firing their Type 38 rifles, but the girl was unharmed.

The assassin was about to disappear over the wall. "Damn it!" Qingchuan snatched a gun from a soldier and quickly moved the muzzle to follow the girl on the wall.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and almost simultaneously, the girl fell from the rooftop.

I excitedly praised, "Qingchuan-jun, you truly are an outstanding soldier of the Empire!"

We rode towards the spot where the girl had been lying on the ground. A clear trail of blood snaked its way into a roadside house, which my soldiers had already surrounded.

Hidden behind my horse, I peered towards the house and ordered Li Daxian to lead the plainclothes team up.

Li Daxian carefully led several plainclothes soldiers in black shirts, scrambling forward. Everything was so quiet.

Just as the team reached the door,

"Bang, bang, bang!" Three shots rang out in quick succession. Three plainclothes soldiers, all wounded in the chest, fell at the doorway in a radial pattern. The remaining soldiers scrambled back, crying.

"Idiots!" I cursed fiercely, secretly relieved. If it weren't for my horse, I would be a corpse by now.

Qingchuan had already ordered a machine gun to be set up in front of the house, while shouting: "Girl, surrender. I know you have been seriously injured. The Imperial Army has surrounded this place. You can't escape. Your comrades won't come to rescue you. Surrender. The Imperial Army will treat prisoners well."

A figure appeared at the windowsill with a "thud," a bullet tossed out, striking the dirt beside it, the dust covering Qingchuan's face.

"Baka!" With a wave of my hand, the machine gun roared to life. Bullets rattled through the doors and windows, dust billowing. Silence fell

over the house. I waved my hand, and three more plainclothes officers rushed forward, resulting in three more deaths.

I looked down and beckoned to Qingchuan, saying, "Qingchuan-kun, this woman seems quite tenacious. Have one squad attack from the front to draw her attention. You take the second squad and climb in through the window from the side and rear. Remember, I want them alive." "

Yes, sir!" Qingchuan obeyed and went off.

A temporary silence returned to the battlefield.

About five minutes later, estimating Qingchuan had reached the rear, I ordered the machine gunners to unleash a barrage of fire, to keep her pinned down.

A dozen minutes later, two gunshots rang out from inside the room, followed by the girl's scream and Qingchuan's frantic shouts. I led my men over and kicked open the door. Inside lay a soldier, his face mangled beyond recognition. Qingchuan was pinning the girl down, her right hand twisted and pressed to the ground. Blood seeped from the girl's left arm as she struggled fiercely. A soldier's corpse hung from a broken window nearby.

Two soldiers grabbed the girl's arms.

I tore off her veil, revealing a face I had never seen before—quite beautiful.

"Take her away," I ordered.

Back at headquarters, I ordered Zhang Qian's breasts to be made into a dish called "Beautiful Breast Silk," and then ordered the kitchen to make braised pork from her buttocks. I personally carried it to the women's cell.

In the dim light, Chen Hongchi, dressed in a pale blue prison uniform, huddled in the women's cell. Also imprisoned there were some reactionary students and anti-Japanese civilians. As soon as

we entered, the female prisoners stood up, knowing they didn't know who I was going to take for rape or torture.

On the left, among the straw mats, the two beautiful female students who had been dragged away to rape a few days ago were still unable to stand up.

I smiled and looked at Chen Hongchi, whose beautiful appearance had returned, and said, "Miss Chen, after resting for so many days, you've almost recovered, haven't you? Let's continue."

I waved my hand, and two soldiers went in to drag her away.

"Stop, I can walk by myself." Chen Hongchi shook off the two thugs' hands, straightened her clothes, and calmly walked out.

I smiled and placed the bowl of braised pork in front of her, saying, "Miss Chen, please forgive me for not being a good host these past few days. Please accept this bowl of braised pork."

"Beast." Chen Hongchi nearly spilled the whole bowl of meat on the ground when she shook off my hand.

I wasn't angry and walked to her side, saying, "Miss Chen, I know you Communists are all cowards, afraid the meat is poisoned..."

Sure enough, as I expected, Chen Hongchi snatched the meat away and ate it in a few bites.

I patted her and said, "Miss Chen, you truly are a heroine among women, I admire you!" With a wave of my hand, I said, "Take her away." The lights in the torture

chamber remained on, casting a dark red glow on the iron-blue stone slabs. The sinister ironware, a deep red, emitted a faint, fishy smell.

I ordered Chen Hongchi to be tied up behind her back to a large iron frame, and then ordered the thugs to strip her naked.

At first, Chen Hongchi screamed and cursed, but once she was stripped naked, she fell silent, her naked body facing me openly.

I walked up to her naked body; her skin was white and smooth, truly as smooth as satin. Her two firm breasts stood proudly on her fair and tender breasts, with a deep cleavage. Her abdomen was flat and smooth without a trace of excess fat. Below her small, round navel, a strand of dark, shiny pubic hair curved down, wedging into the inner side of her two smooth, white thighs. Although she had suffered the torture of having iron rods inserted into her vagina and chili water poured into it a few days ago, her body was still incredibly alluring.

My two hands... I lifted her breasts from the bottom with one thumb on each side. My two thumbs began to tease the two small buds at the tips of her breasts.

Chen Hongchi's expression changed slightly, and she glared at me. I lewdly squatted down, parted her vulva, and a narrow crevice appeared amidst the dark pubic hair.

I extended my right index finger and teased her labia.

Chen Hongchi twisted her body and cursed.

I inserted my finger into her vagina, scraping against the vaginal walls. Chen Hongchi's face turned slightly red. She tried desperately to squeeze her thighs together, but the ropes binding her white ankles prevented her from moving at all.

I quickly thrust my finger in and out of her vagina dozens of times, and when I withdrew it, her vagina was already secreting clear, sticky fluid.

I held my wet finger up to her face and lewdly said, "I never thought our Miss Chen would be so wanton." Chen

Hongchi turned her head away and stopped speaking.

I walked to the rectangular table and ordered the guards to bring up the plate of 'Beauty's Breast Meat.' The inverted bowl-shaped pieces of meat, seasoned with condiments, smelled delicious. I grinned maliciously, picked up a piece of tender meat with my chopsticks, and savored it. Then I held the plate of meat in front of the girl, saying, "Miss Chen, if you don't remember, try some."

"Pah, take it away!" Chen Hongchi cursed.

I grinned lewdly and poked at the pointed bud on top of the meat with my chopsticks, saying, "Miss Chen, do you know what this is?"

Chen Hongchi turned her head and stared at me intently.

I grinned maliciously, "To tell you the truth, this plate is the breast meat of your comrade, Miss Zhang Qian. Because she didn't cooperate with the Imperial Army, we've cut off her two large breasts."

"Demon!" Chen Hongchi cursed angrily, tears welling in her eyes.

I reached out and grabbed her left breast, saying, "Miss Chen, if you don't confess, your two breasts will also be cut off and made into a dish." “

Beast.” Chen Hongchi cursed again.

“Miss Chen, you call me a demon, a beast, but what are you? The plate of meat you just ate was cut from Zhang Qian’s buttocks.”

"Ugh...ugh..." Chen Hongchi vomited immediately upon hearing this.

After she emptied her stomach, I ordered the thugs to rinse her thoroughly with cold water. I squatted down between her legs, pinched her labia with both hands, and brought my head close to her vulva, licking and sucking the tender flesh of her vulva with my tongue. I gently bit her glistening, delicate clitoris, hidden under the foreskin at the junction of her labia minora and labia majora.

The girl remained motionless on the rack, letting me lick and suck her. I had no choice but to stand up, pull out my enormous penis, and, standing there, parted her labia and thrust it in. After I finished, Qingchuan played with her vagina again. I truly don't understand why, even without testicles, Qingchuan was still as fierce as a tiger, driving the girl until her body went limp, she gasped for breath, drenched in sweat, and screamed until she fainted.

After we washed the filth off my penis... Qingchuan Jianyi immediately began interrogation, but I still couldn't bear to part with such a beautiful woman. So I ordered my henchmen to lock Chen Hongchi back in the women's prison and bring in the female assassin I had captured that afternoon for interrogation.

Before bringing the female assassin in for interrogation, I had already asked Shen Zhiping. This female assassin was a member of Mei, named Lan Jie, and was only about twenty-one years old.

And so, the girl named Lan Jie was brought in; her shoulder wound had already been bandaged. I sat in the armchair behind the table, a bright incandescent light illuminating the dim, damp underground interrogation room as if it were daytime. The interrogation room was filled with all sorts of torture instruments. Since Qingchuan was mainly in charge of the interrogation, I just sat in the armchair watching, wanting to see how Qingchuan would interrogate the female prisoner. At Qingchuan's request, there were four henchmen, all shirtless, revealing their thick, dark chest hair.

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Qingchuan sat on a chair under the lamp, staring intently at the girl's chest. He remained silent. This was his psychological warfare tactic, and it had indeed had a significant impact.

"Well, Miss Lan Jie, you can't just stay silent here."

The girl's face drained of color, her cherry lips tightly pressed together, still uttering no sound. Seeing this,

Qingchuan lewdly grinned and said, "Girl, seeing how young you are and how beautiful you are, you should know that if you don't speak up, my men are all lustful men, and I'll have them gang rape you."

The girl's face finally paled, and she cursed, "Beast!" but still showed no intention of confessing.

Seeing that the threat of rape was ineffective, Qingchuan walked to the instruments of torture, picked up several gleaming, thick iron needles, and waved them in front of the girl's eyes in front of the armchair, saying, "This thing will pierce your big, white breasts, and it can also be inserted into your tender little pussy. The feeling will be worse than death. And then there's this," Qingchuan said, pinching a barbed iron rod over two inches thick and two feet long, "If you heat it red-hot and stick it into your pussy... hey, the feeling."

"Ah..." the girl let out a short scream. Qingchuan's horrifying descriptions were indeed terrifying; the girl's heart trembled, and her legs involuntarily tightened.

"How about it? Just talking about it, or do you want to experience it for yourself? You have many comrades who have tasted the fire stick's penetration, and those who have tasted it all confess. Do you want to try it?"

"I, I don't know anything, what do you want me to say?"

"Where is your leader Qin Yue hiding?"

"I don't know."

"Is that so? Miss Lan is not cooperating."

The girl uttered a slightly trembling "no" from her tightly closed lips .

Qingchuan looked at the girl's pretty face with a lewd expression and said in a sinister voice, "Since Miss Lan wants to taste the flavor of a man, we can't let her down." Qingchuan clapped his hands, and four thugs immediately surrounded her with lewd smiles. They dragged the girl from the chair to a long table on the left, pressed her face up on it, twisted her hands behind her back and tied them to the legs of the two tables, binding them tightly with hemp rope. Then they spread the girl's legs apart and tied them to the legs of the two tables as well.

After binding her, Qingchuan walked up to the girl with a lewd grin. He immediately pressed his hands against her protruding breasts, gripped the seam of her black dress, and ripped it open.

With a "ripping" sound, the girl's bra was torn open.

"No... ah..." the girl screamed in shame and shock. Underneath the black bra was a pink bodice. Qingchuan's hands slid over the bodice, then, amidst the girl's scream, he tore open the bodice, revealing her two pointed breasts. Qingchuan laughed, pressing down on the table, almost collapsing onto the girl. His lewd lips began to kiss her breasts.

"No... no... you beast... ah!" the girl screamed. Qingchuan grasped her breasts, buried his head between them, inhaling her fragrant scent, and rubbed her pink nipples against his face. The girl, bound to the table, screamed and struggled, but Qingchuan remained unmoved. He played with her breasts, then his hands moved downwards. Qingchuan's hands slipped directly inside her trousers.

"Oh...oh..." The girl's face flushed crimson, and she let out a long, mournful cry, clearly aware that Qingchuan had violated her most intimate parts.

With a "ripping" sound, Qingchuan ripped off the girl's black trousers, revealing her fair and delicate thighs. Qingchuan's rough hands caressed her tender thighs, which were so soft they seemed to drip with moisture. Before the girl could catch her breath, Qingchuan tore open her panties, exposing the most precious virginity of a young girl to the eyes of several burly men. The large, lustful eyes of the surrounding men widened instantly, staring intently at the tuft of soft, dark pubic hair at the base of her snow-white thighs.

Qingchuan lowered his head, staring at the area barely an inch in size. Several burly men also bent down, staring at the girl's genitals. Qingchuan placed the back of his hand and his other hand at the girl's groin, parting

her pubic hair with a swift motion. I walked over to the girl; her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she was sobbing. Her hands were clenched into fists. Qingchuan and the thugs were busy with the girl's genitals.

Qingchuan parted the girl's pubic hair, revealing two pale yellow labia tightly pressed together, almost concealing the cleft between them.

Qingchuan grinned lewdly, inserting two fingers into the tightly closed labia, pinching the pink labia majora and pulling them open to reveal her delicate, red vulva. Qingchuan's fingers lewdly scratched the inner sides of the girl's labia majora repeatedly.

The girl on the torture bed finally choked out a sob, large, clear, and crystal-clear tears dripping from her cheeks. Qingchuan's hands pinched the girl's thin, small, and smooth labia minora, slowly pulling them apart. The young girl's red, tender, and delicate vagina was revealed, a thin, white fascia covering the front of her vulva. Qingchuan immediately recognized it as her hymen. With a lewd laugh, Qingchuan unbuckled his belt, revealing his penis once more. Qingchuan's lust was truly strong; having just climaxed on Chen Hongchi's body, he wanted more. However, this member of the Mei clan named Lan Jie was indeed a pure and innocent virgin; even I became aroused without realizing it.

Qingchuan climbed onto the table, revealing his already bulging, enormous penis, and used his hands to separate the girl's pink labia, bringing it closer.

The moment he pressed down on her, the girl understood what Qingchuan intended to do. Suddenly, her two soft, pink legs kicked, preventing Qingchuan from penetrating her despite several attempts. Qingchuan, growing impatient, ordered one of his thugs to hold down the tops of her legs on either side, while another pressed down on her breasts. Qingchuan, already impatient, parted her labia and positioned his penis against her vulva, thrusting forward with a powerful stroke.

Ah…ah…the girl's vagina was suddenly filled to bursting, her hymen torn apart without warning, causing her to scream in agony. A stream of bright red virgin blood flowed down his penis as it was withdrawn. The muscles in her legs trembled; the pain of losing her virginity brought tears to her eyes. Her hands, bound to the table legs, desperately tried to grasp something. The thug holding her breasts began to knead them wantonly. The intense stimulation caused the virgin to cry out, "Ah…ah…ow…"

Qingchuan knelt on the girl's tender legs, pressing down with heavy breaths as his lower body thrust in and out. Bright red blood and clear, viscous vaginal fluid flowed from the gap between the girl's labia, tightly pressed against Qingchuan's penis. With each thrust, the girl's white body swayed. She bit her lower lip in pain, tears and sweat soaking her hairline. The pain of deflowering was unbearable, let alone Qingchuan's relentless thrusting. After dozens of thrusts, the girl seemed unable to endure the excruciating pain of her lower body being torn apart any longer. She screamed, "Ah...ah..." She banged her head against the iron bed below, as if this could alleviate the pain.

Qingchuan, like a drilling machine, continued thrusting for a full half hour. Suddenly, he shouted, pressing down hard on Lan Jie's plump, round buttocks, his whole body trembling, and with a "plop, plop," he ejaculated into the girl's uterus. Qingchuan, panting heavily, pulled out his blood-stained penis. A large amount of vaginal fluid, mixed with blood and the foul-smelling semen, dripped from the girl's labia and pubic hair onto the iron bed.

Qingchuan, his bloodied penis erect, approached the girl's tear-streaked face and lewdly grinned: "Miss Lan Jie, being a woman feels good, doesn't it? Have you made up your mind now?"

The girl, filled with shame and indignation, closed her beautiful eyes, blinked out a bright tear, and suddenly spat at Qingchuan.

Qingchuan, caught off guard, was hit squarely.

"You filthy bitch," Qingchuan said, wiping the girl's white panties that had been pulled down, and lewdly told the four thugs, "Come on, have some fun."

Amidst the girl's curses, the first burly man untied the girl's feet from the table leg, grabbed her two snow-white legs, lifted them, and hoisted them onto his shoulders. Because the girl's vagina was torn during Qingchuan's brutal rape, she didn't even have the strength to kick the man away. The thug aimed at her vagina and thrust his penis in with a shout.

"Ah...ah..." the girl screamed in agony.

Chapter 38.

By the time the thugs had all finished, it was already dusk. The girl's two white legs dangled limply under the table, spread helplessly to the sides. A thick layer of white semen, mixed with some red spots, had accumulated on the table between her legs and buttocks. Her inner thighs were covered in bruises, and her labia were so red they looked like they were about to bleed. She was already unconscious.

Qingchuan asked for my opinion, "Commander, shouldn't we go have dinner first?"

"No, we'll eat here. We'll continue the interrogation. I want to see how long she can hold out."

Several thugs then brought buckets of cold water and poured them over the girl's body. The rushing water washed away the filth under her buttocks.

When the girl regained consciousness, two thugs untied her hands from the table and dragged her up. The girl, wounded by a gunshot and gang-raped, was limp and listless, as if she had lost her will to live. She was dragged to a large rack and tied up, the rough rope wrapped around her delicate skin.

Qingchuan walked to the alluring rack. The girl's breasts bounced laboriously, but her expression remained calm. Her pubic hair at the base of her white legs was damp, dripping with clear fluid.

"Miss Lan," Qingchuan smiled as he approached the girl, lowering his head to suckle one of her nipples.

"Ah..." Suddenly, the girl, who had been motionless like a corpse, snapped at Qingchuan like a leopard, biting down and refusing to let go.

Qingchuan was in excruciating pain. Two thugs rushed forward; one pried open the girl's labia, while the other burned her clitoris with a lighter.

The girl on the rack jerked violently.

"Ah..." Qingchuan screamed in agony as a chunk of flesh was bitten off his neck, blood gushing out.

Several thugs hurriedly bandaged Qingchuan.

I coldly watched the unfolding events. Qingchuan's face was ashen, his eyes flashing with a fierce light; he was clearly enraged.

Qingchuan approached the girl's rack, squatted down, and with his large hands parted her labia, carefully manipulating her clitoris until it erected. Then, he viciously pinched and squeezed it with his right thumb.

Amidst the girl's heart-wrenching screams, Qingchuan actually ripped off her clitoris.

Now, the girl's fair body lay helplessly spread-eagled on the rack, blood flowing from her vagina, her two red labia twitching intermittently.

Qingchuan played with the delicate clitoris in his hand for a long time before reluctantly tossing it to the ground. Then he began to torture the girl.

First came the whipping, then the finger-stabbing, followed by piercing the soles of her feet and nipples with iron rods. A red-hot branding iron was used to melt the oil from her snow-white buttocks. But the girl remained silent. Qingchuan untied her from the spread-eagle frame and dragged her to a T-shaped torture chair. She was hung upside down on the chair, her legs spread horizontally. Thin hemp rope was wrapped around her two fair, round, and delicate legs. Qingchuan first whipped the girl's genitals with a thin wire until they bled profusely, revealing patches of dark, shiny pubic hair. He whipped her until she fainted. After being revived by splashing cold water, Qingchuan used an iron rod wrapped in cloth to strike her ribs and lower abdomen, causing her to vomit blood. It seemed that he had broken her ribs, but the girl still refused to confess. Qingchuan had no choice but to pour salt water on the girl's genitals. Then, amidst the girl's screams, he picked up an iron rod wrapped with hemp rope. The iron rod was about two feet long and one inch thick. Qingchuan roughly pried open the girl's two bloody labia and thrust it hard into the gap between the two labia.

The girl's screams echoed throughout the room. She struggled and screamed desperately, her writhing body making the rack creak. Qingchuan, with all his might, inserted the entire iron rod into the girl's vagina. Gushes of blood and foul fluid flowed from the sides of her swollen labia. Qingchuan interrogated her fiercely once more, but the girl did not answer. Qingchuan twisted the iron rod, deeply inserted into the girl's vagina, sometimes rotating it and pulling it out, then thrusting it in again and again, all the way in, causing the girl to relive and die several times. Each time she fainted, Qingchuan would splash water to wake her. When the iron rod was pulled out again, a scream... Lan Jie's vagina was a bloody hole, but she still wouldn't confess. Finally, Qingchuan used a sharp knife to cut off her breasts. Then he reached his large hand into her bloodied vagina, forcing his thick arm inside. With a grab, a pull, and a yank, amidst the girl's agonizing screams, Qingchuan pulled out her uterus, soft and wet, hanging from her white thighs. Qingchuan used a blade to slice off the uterus piece by piece, turning it into thin slices of flesh. By dawn, Qingchuan had finally tortured the girl to death, but he got nothing in return.

The next day at noon, I received shocking news from Yangtian: the communications reconnaissance vehicle sent by the provincial commander, Akita, had been destroyed by guerrillas despite heavy protection. The guerrillas had used a Japanese army-issued landmine.

Then, the Akita commander called and severely reprimanded me, ordering me to uncover the enemy forces lurking in the city.

"Damn it, you bastard!" I paced around the headquarters a few times, then finally called Yoda and ordered his Special Higher Police to immediately arrest everyone at the Lü Family Clinic.

The Lü Family Clinic had two people, a husband and wife. The doctor was Lü Weiliang, around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, a fair-skinned, tall, thin man wearing glasses. His wife was Liu Wei, a beautiful young woman in her thirties. According to Yoda's investigation, they had studied in Japan and spoke fluent Japanese.

I ordered Yoda to take them to the military police headquarters.

There were three people there: Harukawa, Yoda, and Sakata. I sat behind the desk under the banner that read "May your military fortune last forever."

Two military policemen first pushed Lü Weiliang in and sat him down.

"Mr. Lü, we've long admired your name. We invited you here today..."

"Commander, I want to ask you, is this what you call an invitation?" Lü Weiliang rubbed his reddened wrist.

I really wanted to slap this communist scumbag across the face, but I knew it wasn't the right time, so I coldly said, "Do you know why I invited you here?"

"No," came the curt reply.

"We suspect you're the liaison office of the 'Mei' organization in the city."

"Commander, I don't know what you're talking about. What is Mei?"

"Mr. Lü, stop pretending. I have solid evidence against you."

"..." Lü Weiliang remained silent, which made me feel somewhat smug.

I beckoned, and a guard came forward. I whispered in his ear, "Go and invite Miss Shen Zhiping here."

After a while, Shen Zhiping entered the room. I looked Lü Weiliang up and down and said, "Mr. Lü, turn around and see who's here."

"Commander, she's one of our Mei's liaison offices in the city," Shen Zhiping said.

Lü Weiliang turned around, looked at me suspiciously, and said, "I don't know this woman."

"You bastard, you're lying!" I slammed my hand on the table and stood up.

“Commander, I really don’t know this woman.”

“Mr. Lü, I admire your composure. I know it’s you. Even if you don’t think about yourself, you should think about your beautiful wife. My men are eager to admire your wife’s body.”

“No…” Lü Weiliang cried out in despair, “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I waved my hand and said, “Mr. Lü, that’s not right. If you don’t tell them, they will gang rape your wife, torture her to the point of death, and even abuse her genitals. I think you must love your wife and not want her to be harmed. Besides, I also greatly admire your medical skills. Serving the Imperial Army is very beneficial.” "

Lu Weiliang gasped for breath, silently watching me. Suddenly, he slammed his head against the wall to the left. Before I could react, he crashed headfirst into the wall.

Seeing Lu Weiliang covered in blood, I immediately ordered the guards to take him to the hospital and commanded the military police to secure the hospital.

This sudden turn of events caught me completely off guard.

In the middle of the night, the hospital called to say that Lu Weiliang had died.

Enraged, I smashed the phone to pieces and ordered the guards to summon Qingchuan to interrogate Lu Weiliang's wife, Liu Wei, that very night.

Deep, silent underground..." The torture chamber resembled a monster with its jaws wide open, the heavy clatter of leather shoes shattering its silence.

Two guards escorted a beautiful young woman, her hands bound behind her back, through a long, eerie, and dark underground passage to the entrance of the stone chamber. Qingchuan and two thugs were already waiting inside.

The two guards pushed Liu Wei into the chamber. Upon seeing this, the beautiful and delicate young woman's expression changed slightly, but only slightly before she regained her composure. I think she understood our intentions.

"Miss Liu, I hope you will cooperate with the Imperial Army."

"Where is my husband?"

"He has committed suicide out of guilt."

"Devil, I know nothing."

I smiled and said, "So, Madam Lü knows what I'm going to ask?"

"I won't tell you anything." "

Madam Lü, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

"..."

"Commander, there's no need to say anything more to these communists. Just use torture. I don't believe her delicate skin can withstand it."

I raised my hand to stop Qingchuan from continuing, and walked over to the girl, saying, "Miss Liu, did you hear that? This is your last chance. If you don't speak up, we'll torture you. My men won't show you any mercy. They'll play with your breasts, they'll rape you, and they'll torture your genitals... that's..." "

Pah... you dog bandits, you beasts!"

"Bastard." I wiped the grime from my face with a white silk handkerchief and said to Qingchuan, "Use the woman's torture."

Two thugs dragged the young woman to a specially made woman's torture rack. This rack was an elongated "X," with thick iron buckles at all four ends. A flat support point with pulleys at the joint between the two bars allowed it to rotate. The two thugs forced the young woman onto the rack, pinning her slender hands to the iron rings. Then they pulled off her shoes and pinned her jade-like feet to the lower iron rings as well.

"Will you talk or not?" Qingchuan stepped forward and slapped the young woman across the face. Her hair flew wildly, and a trickle of crimson blood ran down her chin.

The young woman glared at Qingchuan angrily before turning her head away.

"Bastard," Qingchuan cursed, and began to strip the young woman of her clothes. Amidst her shouts and curses, she was quickly stripped naked and bound in an 'X' shape to the rack. The young woman's body, perhaps due to being aroused, appeared very voluptuous. Her two large, white breasts were full and firm, with two round, pale pink nipples at the top. At the base of her two white thighs, a tuft of dark pubic hair covered her mound, looking quite alluring, the contrast between her white legs and the dark hair creating a striking effect.

Qingchuan squatted down and placed his hands between the young woman's thighs.

The young woman's expression changed slightly, and she cursed.

With a lewd smile, Qingchuan parted the young woman's pubic hair, grabbed her two full, red labia with both hands, and pulled them apart, revealing the tender flesh inside. He chuckled and said, "Mr. Lü must have worked very hard, look how beautifully developed this is." He then lowered his head to lick the young woman's vulva.

"Beast, stop!" the young woman cried out angrily, her body trembling.

"I'm afraid it's not 'stop,' but 'stop talking,'" Qingchuan lewdly said. "However, if Mrs. Lü is willing to tell me, I will shut up." Qingchuan lowered his head and continued to lick the young woman's vulva.

"Beast, the guerrillas will avenge me."

Qingchuan pulled the young woman's labia apart to their limit with both hands, his blood-red tongue licking her clitoris, and said with a sinister smile, "So you're unwilling to talk."

The young woman closed her eyes and remained silent.

Qingchuan grinned maliciously as he picked up a nail-studded rod with dozens of half-centimeter-long nails from the torture instruments on the ground. He ordered two thugs to turn the rack around so the young woman's head was down and her feet up. He walked to the rack, touched the young woman's slender white foot without lingering, and then swung the nail-studded rod hard, striking the sole of her foot.

With a "crack," the rod struck the young woman's sole.

Her body trembled violently, her lips quivered, but she gritted her teeth and endured the pain.

Blood flowed from her tender white sole. Qingchuan twisted the rod, tearing small gashes between the nails and flesh, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The red blood flowed from the young woman's white sole, down her smooth calves, then her white thighs, and finally into the pubic hair at the base of her white thighs. Qingchuan smiled and tore open the young woman's labia, letting the blood flow into her vulva. Then Qingchuan drove the nail-studded rod into the young woman's other foot. The muscles on the side of her thigh trembled, but she endured the pain without confessing.

Feeling humiliated, Qingchuan ordered two thugs to turn the rack around and strike the woman's two firm breasts. The blow to her left breast tore open, followed by the other breast, which bled profusely. The woman remained silent until she lost consciousness.

Qingchuan revived her with cold water, then turned the rack around again. He ordered the thugs to tear open her labia, and with a sinister grin, he thrust the nail-studded rod into her tender vagina. The rod was studded with nails half a centimeter long. The woman's vagina was incredibly delicate; the force of the rod piercing her flesh caused it to bleed profusely. The intense pain caused the woman's body to arch violently, and for the first time, a piercing scream escaped her beautiful lips as the muscles in her abdomen and thighs contracted.

"Will you talk or not?" Qingchuan stirred the nail-studded rod inserted into the young woman's body.

"Ah...ah..." The young woman was in excruciating pain. The tender flesh of her vaginal opening had been torn, and the pain caused her genitals and thigh muscles to tremble uncontrollably. Blood gushed out with each spasm of her vagina.

I had just taken a sip of water when the tortured young woman suddenly let out an extremely agonizing scream. I looked over and saw Qingchuan holding the end of the nail-studded rod with both hands, pulling it out of the young woman's body. Blood gushed from the young woman's labia, staining her fair thighs and lower abdomen red. The young woman fainted again, but the muscles around her genitals were still twitching intermittently.

I looked at the red-stained nail-studded rod in Qingchuan's hand and said unhappily, "Qingchuan-kun, if this continues, you'll kill her again. What a pity. I want the secret from her mouth, not a beautiful corpse."

Seeing my displeasure, Qingchuan tried to salvage the situation, saying, "Yes, Commander, I'll have someone treat her immediately."

The young woman named Liu Wei was sent to Fukuda Army Hospital.

As autumn deepened and the harvest season arrived, I summoned the puppet troops, plainclothes officers, military police, and the heads of the township offices to assign the task of collecting grain, temporarily setting aside the task of eliminating Mei and the guerrillas.

This year's grain collection task was extremely unsuccessful. By early November, less than 100,000 jin of grain had been stored. The Gaobao blockhouse was wiped out by the guerrillas, and the puppet army company commander, Shen Yiqing, was killed in action. I led my troops to massacre two villages near Gaobao, killing all the men, using the attractive women as comfort women, and burying the rest alive. I threatened that if the villages did not deliver 1 million jin of grain by November 20th, this would serve as a warning. This move intimidated the guerrillas. On November 20th, the grain was delivered, and I organized vehicles to transport it to the provincial capital.

The first few times, the grain was safely delivered under heavy protection, but during the fourth transport, a company sent out was attacked by the main force of the Eighth Route Army and almost the entire army was wiped out. Before we could recover from that, news came from Futian Hospital that Lü Weiliang's wife... that beautiful young woman who had been tortured with nails and clubs had disappeared. Also missing was the nurse, Yamato Yoko. It's unbelievable that the Yamato people could produce such a traitorous scoundrel as Yamato Yoko.

Now, Chen Hongchi, imprisoned in the women's jail, became my last hope.

It was early December, already quite cold, and I once again dragged Chen Hongchi into the torture chamber.

Under the illumination of a large light bulb in the center of the chamber, four braziers filled with charcoal burned around it, providing a slight warmth. Two guards stripped Chen Hongchi naked and led her to the center of four iron pillars. Long ropes bound her limbs, and then, head down, she was untied and suspended. I stripped off my clothes, leering, and walked to her genitals. I squatted down and parted her two plump, white buttocks from behind. A small tuft of dark pubic hair emerged from her white thighs, covering her pale brown anus. Looking down further, I saw her vulva. Even after several months, her vulva was still so alluring and beautiful. I parted her pubic hair and gently pulled apart her tightly pressed labia, revealing the pale pink labia minora inside the labia majora. I gently touched them with my fingers.

Chen Hongchi's body trembled slightly, but she remained silent.

I gently inserted my finger into the opened passage and said, "Miss Chen, you've been missing men for months, haven't you?"

"Shameless," the hanging girl cursed.

I gently pushed my finger into her vagina and pulled it out several times. The girl's vagina gradually became wet. I withdrew my finger, stood up, and held my erect penis. From behind, I aimed at the opening, parted her labia with both hands, and thrust it in forcefully, saying, "Miss Chen, I'll make you feel like you're dying of pleasure."

My penis slid straight into her vaginal opening.

The girl's body swayed forward as my penis entered her vagina.

"Oh..." The moment I entered, she suddenly raised her head and groaned. My penis was inside her. Although her labia were wet, her vagina was actually quite dry. I withdrew my penis, parted her labia, applied a tube of lubricant inside her vagina, and then inserted it again. This time, the girl's vagina was slippery and hot, and I had a great time. Then I ordered two guards to continue, and the two of them took turns for more than an hour.

Large tears dripped onto the ground, and a large pile of milky white filth accumulated on the ground under her vulva. After gang-raping her, I ordered the thugs to tie her to an iron bed in a spread-eagle position. The ropes tightly bound her two white and tender arms and legs to the torture bed. Then I personally brought water, opened her labia, and washed them clean.

Looking at her two luscious labia, I laughed, "Miss Chen, to tell you the truth, I'm desperate. The Eighth Route Army outside the city is causing a ruckus, but I just want to know about the situation of the Eighth Route Army in your city. You are my last hope. I hope you answer honestly, otherwise I might really kill you here, which would be such a pity."

"I don't know anything," the girl turned her head away.

I knew it wasn't good to talk to a girl like that, so I smiled and said, "I'll make you talk." I beckoned, and a thug came to my side. I said, "Bring me that latest electric shock torture device."

The thug understood and went to get it.

I walked to the girl's face and said, "Miss Chen, you've experienced electric shock torture before, haven't you? This time, I'll let you experience a different kind of electric shock torture. If you're scared, just confess quickly, I really can't bear to."

The girl's eyes clearly showed fear, but she wouldn't confess.

A moment later, the guard came with a large bundle of red and yellow wires, two pairs of pliers, and a long pair of pliers. There was also something that looked like a power source.

I ordered my henchmen to clamp two pairs of pliers, each with an electrical wire attached, onto the girl's pink nipples and secure them with tape. Two wires were attached to the back of the pliers. Then I picked up a long pair of pliers—a specially made pair, rounded at the front and extra long, designed to reach into a woman's uterus. It also had a long wire attached to the back, the only difference being that the wires clamped to the nipples were positive, while the wire at the back of the pliers was negative.

Chapter 39.

I put on insulated gloves and picked up the long pair of pliers. Another henchman had already turned on the power.

"Forty volts," I commanded, and the henchman increased the current to forty. The

girl, bound in a spread-eagle position on the rack, clenched her fists tightly, her entire body tense.

I smiled and reached out my left hand to touch her two high, firm breasts, confirming the wires were firmly attached to her pink nipples. Then I moved to the girl's right side, and slowly brought the pliers closer to her armpit with my right hand.

The moment the long pliers touched the girl's delicate, white skin at the base of her breasts…

"Ah..." The girl's naked body jerked violently, letting out a short scream.

I removed the long clamps and said, "Miss Chen, talk now."

"..."

Seeing that the girl didn't answer, I coldly said to the thug, "80 volts."

Then I pressed the long clamps close to the girl's smooth abdomen and round navel.

"Will you talk or not?"

"No... Ah..." I pressed the long clamps into her navel.

The girl's horizontal body writhed pitifully, but the ropes tightly bound her limbs, making it impossible for her to break free from my control.

The 80-volt current flowed between the girl's breasts and navel, and the girl let out short, sharp screams, because the stimulation of the current made it difficult for her to breathe.

I cruelly watched the jade-like body writhing in agony on the torture bed. The girl's beautiful eyes were wide open, her limbs stiff as she tried to struggle upwards. The rough ropes chafed the delicate skin on her wrists and ankles, and fine beads of sweat began to secrete from her fair and full breasts. These beads of sweat mingled and formed small streams that flowed down her deep, fair cleavage to her sides, dripping onto the iron bed. Soon, her naked body was soaked with sweat, gleaming with a greasy sheen. Strands of her hair clung to her beautiful face. I removed the long clamps, and the girl hurriedly... I took a deep breath and softened. I brushed aside a strand of hair clinging to her face. Her pretty face was flushed red from the torture. I grinned and leaned closer to her face, saying, "Miss Chen, this isn't pleasant, is it? Tell me. How could your comrades have imagined you'd be naked and bound to this torture bed? They won't come to rescue you. They've probably already forgotten about you. And you'll be subjected to the comfort and all sorts of torture by Imperial Army soldiers day after day in this dark, sunless underground torture chamber until you confess or die..."

"No... I won't betray my comrades. You won't get away with this!" After saying that, the girl glared at me angrily, closed her eyes, and turned her head to the other side.

I grabbed her hair and turned her face back, leering as I licked the water droplets from her eyelashes and kissed her red lips, saying, "Let's see how long you can last."

"Ptooey, ptooey," the girl seemed to want to vomit the saliva I had on her lips. I grinned maliciously and said, "Miss Chen, there's no need for that. Do you think you're still a virgin? This slut has been fucked by me countless times."

"..."

I ordered the thugs to turn on the current again, this time setting it to 100 volts. I smiled as I moved the long pliers to her spread-open vulva.

Her two white thighs were covered in thick, dark, shiny pubic hair. I parted the hair with my left hand, finding her two red labia. The gang rape didn't seem to have left many marks on her genitals; the two red labia were still tightly pressed together, completely covering that intoxicating paradise. I opened the labia and found a clear, sticky fluid moistening the vulva beneath. I knew it must be the vaginal fluid secreted from deep within her vagina during the electrocution. Smiling, I inserted my left fingers into her vaginal opening, scraping off a layer of clear, sticky fluid. I walked to her head and smeared the fluid on her pretty face, leering, "Miss Chen, so you're this slutty, still thinking about men after three?"

The thugs beside me chuckled.

Chen Hongchi blushed and cursed, "Shameless!"

"Teethless? How could that be!" I said with a lewd grin, "I understand, Miss Chen wants my teeth to kiss her genitals." I smiled and handed the long pliers to one of the thugs, then moved to the girl's parted genitals, parted her pubic hair with both hands, pulled apart her labia, and pressed my mouth against hers, probing her vagina with my tongue.

My tongue first licked and sucked her labia minora, then it entered her vagina.

"Beast...demon...bastard...dog..." The girl twisted her lower body, cursing viciously. My tongue sucked and licked inside her vagina, sometimes moving horizontally and sometimes rotating left and right. The tip of my nose pressed tightly against the small, transparent clitoris that had peeled off the folds of her labia majora. I withdrew my tongue and licked the tender flesh between her labia majora and labia minora, then took her labia minora into my mouth and gently tugged at them. The girl stopped cursing and twisted even more violently. I pushed my tongue back into her vagina. This time, my tongue encountered resistance. I knew that the girl's vagina was aroused again under my stimulation. Although her willpower was strong, she still couldn't control herself physiologically. I quickened the thrusting of my tongue, and the tip of my nose rubbed against her clitoris again and again.

"Oh...oh..." She let out soft moans through her nose, and soon a gush of vaginal fluid spurted from deep within her vagina. I laughed and swallowed it.

I stood up, looking at the girl's blushing face, and said, "Miss Chen, you're really horny, but Miss Chen's vagina is truly beautiful. I think my men would be happy to serve Miss Chen again." I waved my hand, and two thugs, already erect with thick, hard, purple penises, pressed down on her.

A thug pressed down on her two white legs and with a shout, thrust his entire thick penis inside her. With a "whoosh...smack" sound, the thug's penis was fully inside the girl's vagina, his testicles slamming against her labia. A series of alluring, slippery slapping sounds echoed in the torture chamber.

Semen splattered, clear, sticky fluid flowing from between the girl's parted labia and his penis, dripping onto the torture bed. The thug suddenly roared, his whole body shuddering, his buttocks thrusting forward, tightly embracing the girl's body, and a large gush of semen sprayed into her body.

"Ah...ah..." The girl on the torture bed writhed wildly, emitting alluring moans. One thug withdrew his penis from her, then another grabbed her legs and thrust in again. The thug climbed onto her body, repeatedly penetrating her vagina with his long penis. He pressed down on her, his lower body thrusting, twisting, and turning, pushing his penis deep into her vagina. Her two snow-white nipples swayed like waves. Finally, with a simultaneous scream from both the thug and the girl, the thug ejaculated, and the girl fainted after reaching orgasm.

Her supine body was covered in sweat, her alluring lower body... The Fairy Cave was wide open, revealing the red and tender wrinkled flesh inside. Around the two crimson labia, the dark pubic hair was matted together with filth, and beneath her snow-white buttocks, a large pool of white semen lay on the torture bed.

What a beauty! I thought to myself. If it weren't for the need for a confession, such a beauty should be enjoyed alone, but today I had no choice but to take my hands on this alluring body.

One of the thugs picked up a bucket of cold water.

He walked to the girl's body and splashed it over her with a "whoosh," then poured another bucket over her genitals.

The girl quickly woke up from the cold, shivering on the torture bed.

I walked up to the girl, grabbed her hair, and said, "Miss Chen, speak quickly."

"No... I don't know."

I shook my head, picked up the iron pliers again, and said to the thug, "100 volts." "The thug turned the current up to 100.

I grinned and walked to the girl's lower body, spreading her two purplish-red labia majora and pressing them against her inner thighs. Then, laughing, I inserted the pliers between her labia minora with a 'plop' sound, inserting them two centimeters.

'Ah...ah...' The girl trembled violently. Her labia majora and minora seemed to be separated by an invisible force, opening into a small, round fleshy hole, everything inside clearly visible.

'Will you confess?' I demanded, inserting the pliers another centimeter.

'Ah...it hurts...it's unbearable...' The girl cried out pitifully. I spread the pliers apart, the arms of the pliers pressed against the inner walls of her vagina."

"Ah...ah...Mommy...ah..." The girl screamed in agony, her face pale. Her lower body arched uncontrollably, which only pushed the long forceps deeper into her vagina. This time, the electric shock lasted for a full 15 minutes until a stream of urine gushed out two or three meters away before I pulled the forceps out of her vagina. Her body immediately fell back onto the torture bed, panting weakly. Tears and sweat soaked her face, her beautiful hair clinging to her face, obscuring her lovely features.

"Will you confess?" I lifted her hair.

"..."

"Someone, get out of here and bring up the branding iron basin. It seems you won't confess unless you're put to a hard test." I threw the forceps on the ground, ordered the thugs to bring the branding basin, and then pulled the wires stuck to her nipples.

The large light bulb hanging from the ceiling was lowered until it reached above the girl's genitals, illuminating them brightly. I was determined to use branding, but branding other places would be unsightly and not very painful. I decided to brand her genitals, which would be very painful but wouldn't damage her beauty. To prevent her from struggling and ruining the accuracy of the torture, I ordered my henchmen to tie two thick leather belts around the girl's lower abdomen, and two other ropes around the lower part of her two fair thighs, so that she couldn't break free from the restraints when being tortured in her vagina.

After everything was prepared, I ordered one of my henchmen to insert a long flat-headed pair of pliers deep into the girl's vagina, then spread it open, turning her vagina into a round, red, fleshy hole. Everything inside was very clear under the light.

"What's wrong, Miss Chen? If you don't talk now, I'll brand your vagina with fire. That's a woman's most precious place."

The girl's head was tilted back, her rapid breathing causing her chest to rise and fall. Strands of her sweat-soaked hair fell across her beautiful face. She didn't answer, instead tossing her head and biting a lock of hair between her white teeth.

I knew she wouldn't talk. I went to the brazier, picked up a thin, gleaming iron skewer from it, and slowly moved it to the girl's lower body. My left hand pinched her two spread labia, and my right hand slowly inserted the skewer into her vagina. Before it even touched the vaginal walls, her vagina and labia began to tremble. I stopped and said, "Miss Chen, it's not too late to talk now." "

..."

I grinned maliciously and pressed the red-hot iron rod against the inside of her right vagina.

"Ugh..." The girl choked back sobs, her naked body struggling violently, her two snow-white thighs thrashing wildly, a wisp of smoke rising from her vagina, and the two thugs quickly pressed her thighs down.

I removed the iron rod, leaving a black line on the girl's tender vaginal wall.

I threw the iron rod back into the brazier and took another one, then slowly inserted it again, this time pressing it above the previous one.

The girl's struggles made the torture bed creak and groan. "Ah..." A scream of unbearable pain burst from her throat, heart-wrenching.

I rotated the iron rod and pressed the other side against the tender flesh inside her vagina.

"Ah...ah..." The screams were filled with unbearable agony.

"Will you talk or not?"

"..."

I threw the iron rod back into the fire and took another one. This time, instead of branding her vagina, I pinched one of her labia and inserted the branding rod into it. The red labia were pierced by the iron rod, raising a wisp of smoke, followed by the smell of blood. The girl's screams could probably be heard throughout Pingyang City. I pulled out the iron rod and pierced a hole in her other labia as well. The girl's body jerked upwards and she fainted again.

The thugs woke the girl. I picked up a square branding iron, red-hot and sparking intermittently. I grinned maliciously and held it up to the girl's beautiful eyes, saying, "Miss Chen, would you like to try this?"

Terrified eyes flashed in the girl's beautiful eyes, but she shook her head. I pressed the branding iron hard against the base of her right, firm, white breast.

"Ah...ah..." the girl screamed in agony. I removed the iron; a layer of skin was torn away, revealing a yellowish-black brand at the base of her white breast.

I threw the branding iron into a bucket of water.

A sizzling sound rose, and I scraped away the flesh with a piece of iron, throwing the scraped flesh into the brazier. Picking up another branding iron, I walked to her left side, grinning maliciously as I lifted her left nipple and pressed the branding iron heavily against the base of her white left breast.

"Ah...ah..." the girl screamed hysterically as she struggled frantically.

She fainted again.

A piece of wood was stuffed under the girl's buttocks to prop up her genitals, and cold water was splashed on her to wake her. I picked up a triangular branding iron again and walked to the girl's spread lower body, pressing it against the area above her labia majora.

With a "squeak," the branding iron pressed against her clitoris.

A scream pierced the air, and the girl's two spread and bound thighs convulsed and trembled. Her lower abdomen contracted, and a liquid moistened the branding iron. The rising white smoke carried a bloody, foul smell. I knew the girl had lost control of her bladder again. Picking up the branding iron, the girl's genitals were charred yellow, and her pubic hair was burned and curled upwards in a messy manner.

Looking at the unconscious girl, I longed for a torture device that was painful but wouldn't immediately knock someone unconscious.

One of the thugs came up with an idea. He twisted three thin iron wires into one, like a braid, but with three pointed ends. Then he roughened the wire on a sandpaper, and the girl was awakened again.

“Miss Chen, will you confess?”

“…”

I tore open her two tortured labia, found the small urethral opening, and inserted a thin wire into her urethra.

The girl screamed at the same time, and blood mixed with urine gushed out of her urethra. I twisted the thin wire inserted into the girl's urethra, pulled it out and then shoved it back in. The girl's screams were incessant, and later it seemed to be all blood. This time the girl fell into a deep coma. I had no choice but to order the guards to perform simple hemostasis on the girl's genitals and lock her back in the women's prison.

Chapter 40

Spring of 1944 arrived, and the war situation became increasingly unfavorable to our army. The guerrillas outside Pingyang City became more and more active. Just yesterday, March 4, 1944, Sakata and Wang De were ambushed and killed by guerrillas disguised at the city gate. As a result, the murderers escaped in the chaos, and the military police did not even catch a trace of them.

Unable to find the guerrillas and Mei, I was at a loss and had to hand them over to the plainclothes team. But these incompetent plainclothes officers were no match for them; several times they encountered them and the plainclothes officers wiped out many of them. It just goes to show the old Chinese saying… pick the weakest persimmon.

“Report.” A voice sounded outside the door.

“Who is it?”

“Plainclothes Captain Li Daxian has urgent business.”

Although I had lost faith in the plainclothes team, my strategy of using Chinese against Chinese remained unchanged. I was determined to appease that dog, Li Daxian.

"Sir," Li Daxian bowed and leaned forward, glancing mysteriously around, "I have important intelligence, sir."

"Oh? What intelligence?"

"A girl who speaks Japanese came to Xinji Village last night."

"What! Tell me quickly, what happened?"

"Sir, my subordinate Liu Agou reported to me that last night, when he passed through Xinji Village, he spotted a small group of Eighth Route Army soldiers escorting two young women. He hid in the bushes and overheard one of them speaking Japanese. Do you think it might be…"

I raised my hand to stop Li Daxian. With a wave of my hand, a soldier unfolded a map, located Xinji Village. Xinji Village is located east of Pingyang, near the adjacent Pingchuan City, bordering a continuous mountain range over 800 meters above sea level. That area is densely forested and is a hiding place for guerrillas, a key target for raids.

I checked my watch and asked Li Daxian, "What time was it last night?"

"A little after midnight."

"Good, assemble the troops immediately and set off. " "I refused to believe they could outrun a car.

At dawn, I raised my binoculars and saw a line of black dots appear at the foot of the distant mountains; I counted 15 in total.

This small force was immediately at a disadvantage upon engagement. Our troops, positioned on higher ground, opened fire with both light and heavy machine guns, suppressing the enemy in this unobstructed low-lying area. Six of the 15 were killed. Under the cover of mortar fire, I ordered a full-scale assault. The Imperial soldiers charged forward, howling. I specifically instructed them to capture several female soldiers alive.

The battle ended quickly. Qingchuan personally captured a female soldier who attempted suicide. A total of 10 were captured; two were seriously wounded and executed on the spot, and the remaining eight were all young." Among the female soldiers, one could speak Japanese, but it wasn't Yamato Yoko; another was an old acquaintance, Lu Jianping; and a list was found on one of the corpses, revealing their destination... Pingcheng Military Sub-district. I ordered them all to be taken to the military police headquarters.

The list was placed before me, and one name caught my attention: Lü Xiumei, female, 28 years old.

Lü Xiumei—could she be the female guerrilla leader who turned Pingchuan... my colleague Inoue Ichiro's jurisdiction upside down, and the wife of Ji Zhongqiang, the deputy minister of the enemy military district?

So I ordered the guards to summon Xu Zhiping and Qingchuan's group to the women's prison.

The 16 eyes of the 8 female prisoners stared at us angrily. Xu Zhiping glanced over and suddenly stopped, focusing on a short-haired, beautiful girl of about 26 or 27 years old.

"Is she Lü Xiumei?"

"Yes...it's her...I saw her at the military sub-district meeting."

"Yo-ho, drag her out."

Two thugs rushed into the cell and dragged her away, but the girl suddenly shook off their hands and cursed, "You beasts, I'll do it myself!" I

looked at the girl in front of me, with short, neat hair, a pretty face, wearing a light blue cotton jacket, black cotton trousers, and a belt across her waist, looking quite dashing,

and said, "You're Lü Xiumei?"

"Yes, I'm Lü Xiumei."

"Good, Miss Lü, your purpose in coming here was to send these foreign students to the military district, right? You just didn't expect them to fall into my hands. So, tell me quickly about your guerrilla liaison office in Pingchuan, your intelligence agent in Pingyang City, your guerrilla base, and..."

"I know all of that, but don't even think about telling me."

“Miss Lü, you probably don’t know my methods yet. You’ll tell me once you see them.”

“Pah, you beast, show me what you’ve got.”

I narrowed my eyes and looked at her with a sinister smile. “Then I’ll show you.”

I grinned and ordered the guards to bring out Lü Xiumei and Lu Jianping and tie them to two iron pillars. Then, I placed a large iron bed outside the women’s cell. I ordered the guards to drag out a girl from the women’s cell first. The girl looked about eighteen or nineteen years old. I ordered Qingchuan to tie her face up to the iron bed and spread her limbs. Then, amidst the girl’s cries, I stripped her naked and ordered the thugs to gang rape her. This was the girl’s first time experiencing this. The third thug raped her until she bled profusely, but the fourth still climbed on top of her and thrust his body.

“Beasts, you bunch of heartless beasts!” Lü Xiumei cursed and wept.

I walked up to her and smiled, "Miss Lü, all the suffering they've endured is your fault. Just tell me..."

"Pah!"

I waved my hand, and the thugs continued their gang rape, raping the girl to death. Then came the second, the third... The fifth girl seemed to be menstruating; pulling down her underwear revealed her hands covered in blood, but my men continued to rape her without hesitation. After the first thug finished, she was unconscious, her thin, white thighs stained with blood, her pubic hair matted together. The second thug rinsed the girl's genitals with cold water, then parted her labia and thrust inside, vigorously raping her. The two women were truly heartless; the thugs raped all six girls without them saying a word. So I ordered them to be taken to the torture chamber.

I first ordered my thugs to drag Lu Jianping to a frame, tie her thumbs with two thin hemp ropes, and hoist her up until her feet were just off the ground. Then, I tied ropes to her ankles and pulled them apart to the iron pillars on either side. After that, I stripped her naked. Lu Jianping was indeed a beauty. Despite the severe torture she had endured during her last arrest, there seemed to be no trace of torture on her body. Her breasts were still perky and round, and her skin was fair and tender. In particular, the tuft of black hair at the base of her two fair and delicate thighs, forming an inverted triangle, covered that mysterious place, was extremely alluring.

I leered as I walked over and parted her pubic hair, revealing her tightly pressed labia. I pinched one side and pried them open, then took two iron clamps and clipped them onto her tender, red labia. I then tied two bricks to the clamps, followed by clamps and bricks to her two white, tender nipples. Soon, sweat appeared on her fair body. I walked over and said, "Miss Lu, if you can't take it anymore, just say so."

"Beast," Lu Jianping cursed. I walked over and pressed the cigarette butt in my hand against her navel.

Lu Jianping's body trembled, and she let out a low moan.

I walked back to Lü Xiumei's side and said, "Miss Lü, speak up, or you'll be even worse off than her."

"Beast, fascist."

I leered as I walked over to Lü Xiumei, who was tied to the iron post with her hands behind her back, and reached out to touch her two breasts that were sticking out of her clothes. "You beast, don't touch me! "

Lü Xiumei cursed.

I smiled and said, "What, Miss Lü is scared? Miss Lü isn't still a virgin, is she? Then I'll have to have a good taste."

Lü Xiumei's face turned pale, and she suddenly turned her head away.

I froze, then suddenly remembered something. I ripped open her pants and pulled them down to her calves. Then I pulled down her panties, revealing her amazing genitals. Her skin was very white and delicate; it was rare to see such fair skin on a female guerrilla leader like her. Her mons pubis was full and covered with dark, shiny pubic hair, which spread out in a semi-circle towards the base of her white legs. I smiled and parted her pubic hair, feeling her body tremble slightly. Sure enough, when I parted her warm, thick labia, what appeared before me was a small, crescent-shaped white membrane inside her labia.

I yelled, "Miss Lü, you really are still a virgin! That's rare! What? Ji Zhongqiang hasn't done it with you yet? Is Ji Zhongqiang no good?"

Qingchuan, who was next to me, laughed first. (Later I learned that she wanted to wait until the day we were defeated to truly get together because of the cruelty of the war, but she ended up in my hands.) She said, "Captain Lü, our commander is no less than Ji Zhongqiang. You should really taste that flavor. I guarantee that after you've tasted it, you won't want Ji Zhongqiang anymore."

"Shameless, beast!" Lü Xiumei said with grief and indignation. I stood up, unhooked her bra, tore it into her underwear, and exposed her breasts. Her breasts were well-developed—white, firm, and elastic. I lewdly squeezed and kneaded them, saying, "Ji Zhongqiang wouldn't know his wife is receiving sexual services in the Imperial Army's dungeon, would he?"

I clapped my hands, ordering several thugs to tie Lü Xiumei face down to a large iron bed, binding her limbs tightly around the edges. I pressed down on her, cupping her head and licking her nose and cheeks.

"Beast, beast," she cursed, struggling to turn her head. I lewdly squeezed one of her nipples in each hand, licking her snow-white nipples, then her delicate breasts, and finally her deep cleavage.

Lü Xiumei struggled desperately, but the ropes binding her limbs were specially made and extremely elastic, holding her completely still.

I leered and squeezed her breasts with my hands, pressing the two soft mounds of flesh against my face buried deep in her cleavage, laughing as I tickled her nipples with my beard. Then I took her left nipple into my mouth, and Lü Xiumei groaned softly in pain. I gently licked her tender nipple with the tip of my tongue, and gradually, it hardened, changing from a millet seed to a soybean, then to a grape. I released her nipple and leered, "Miss Lü, how is it? Not bad, right? Look, your little nipples are all standing up. Missing Ji Zhongqiang, aren't you?"

"Pah, shameless," Lü Xiumei gasped and cursed. I chuckled inwardly. When a woman's nipples are stimulated, whether with pleasure or fear, they will stand erect—it's a normal physiological reaction. But I wanted to take advantage of this to humiliate her as much as possible.

I then licked her other nipple until it stood up, and then I ordered my thugs to tie a strip of cloth across the girl's mouth, so she could no longer speak.

I stepped back and knelt on her smooth, white, and shapely abdomen, gently stimulating her round navel.

Lü Xiumei glared angrily with her beautiful eyes, silently protesting. I smiled, then lowered my head to her particularly lush vulva. I took her pubic hair in my mouth and combed it with my tongue, licking it until it was wet. Then I reached my hands into the middle of her pubic hair and parted it to reveal her beautiful, tender labia. My fingers touched the flesh of her vulva. Suddenly,

Lü Xiumei's naked body, bound to the rack, jerked violently. Her lower body lifted upwards, and I was startled, thinking she had broken free and almost fell. It took me a while to recover. This time, I ordered the henchmen to tie another rope across her smooth abdomen, wrapping it around her abdomen from both sides of the rack and securing it tightly.

Then I pressed down on her again, placing my head between her two fair thighs, pinching her delicate labia and finally spreading them open.

The inner sides of her labia were fresh and tender, a pale pink, though somewhat dry. I lowered my head and covered her small vulva with my mouth, licking the inner sides of her labia with my tongue.

"Ugh," Lü Xiumei groaned softly a few times. I looked up and saw two streams of clear tears falling onto her beautiful cheeks.

I grinned maliciously and used my tongue to lick open her labia minora, thrusting my tongue straight into her untouched, narrow vagina. However, I was soon met with resistance; I knew it was her hymen. I stopped, withdrew my tongue from her vagina, and parted her labia minora, which were wet with my saliva. I peeled them upwards, revealing her glistening, translucent clitoris at the junction of her labia majora.

I lowered my head and gently touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue.

"Ah..." The muscles on the inside of her thighs contracted sharply. I licked and sucked again, and she shuddered. I knew the clitoris was one of her most sensitive spots. I turned her clitoris inside out and held it in my mouth, gently biting it with my teeth, licking it with my tongue, and occasionally flicking it with my fingers.

Bound to the rack, Lü Xiumei's pretty face flushed crimson as she struggled to groan and curse.

Seeing the girl's luscious lower body, I finally couldn't resist. I pulled out my throbbing, hard penis, aimed the blood-red glans at the opening between her white legs, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and thrust hard, the glans penetrating her vagina.

"Ah... ooh..." Lü Xiumei let out a mournful cry. My penis was barely halfway in when the muscles around her vagina tightly gripped it, her two snow-white thighs straightened, and her head tilted back in pain.

I leaned down and lewdly said, "Miss Lü, every girl has to go through this ordeal to truly become a woman. Luckily, you haven't slept with Ji Zhongqiang, otherwise, if our army suddenly attacked the next day, you wouldn't be able to escape quickly, and that would be a real treat for my men."

The thugs on the side chuckled.

"Beasts, beasts, how could you treat our elder sister like this?" Lu Jianping cried out in anguish.

I turned to Qingchuan and said, "It seems Miss Lu wants to add a little something extra." "

Qingchuan understood, walked up to Lu Jianping's naked body, and suddenly punched her smooth lower abdomen.

"Ugh..." Lu Jianping cried out in pain. Qingchuan smiled and then hung two bricks on her labia.

"Sizzle..." Lu Jianping gasped and closed her beautiful eyes in pain.

I stopped my penis inside the girl's vagina and gently rotated it at the entrance, while my hands kept stimulating her breasts. Slowly, her stiff muscles relaxed, and then I suddenly exerted force and thrust my penis in a large force."

"Ah...woo..." Lü Xiumei cried out in agony, her thighs trembling. Blood flowed from her genitals, indirectly wetting her vagina.

I felt the wetness inside Lü Xiumei's vagina and quickened my thrusting. My penis plunged into her wet, narrow vagina again and again, finally ejaculating with a shudder.

Lü Xiumei's beautiful eyes were wide open, tears still clinging to her cheeks.

I then ordered several thugs to climb onto her naked body, soaking the iron bed beneath her with blood from her genitals. I had no choice but to order them to remove her from the torture bed and wash it clean with a bucket of water.

I said to the two guards, "Take this sow back to the women's prison and hand her over to Commander Inoue of Pingchuan City!"

"Yes, sir!" Two guards dragged Lü Xiumei away, a yellowish-white streaks of blood still seeping from between her thighs.

The torture chamber fell silent. Wu walked over to Lu Jianping and lifted her face; her face, contorted in agony, was covered in sweat, clearly showing the immense weight of the blue bricks binding her nipples and labia. Her

tender labia were stretched seven or eight centimeters by the bricks, and beads of blood were already seeping from the two iron clamps binding them.

"Good girl, have you thought it through? You should know how much the Imperial Army cherishes Chinese girls." With that, I grabbed one of her breasts.

The girl's neck throbbed red, and she cried out, "No, I really didn't know!" "

You bastard, Miss Lu, don't go looking for trouble. You've seen the Imperial Army's methods before, do you want to experience them too? " The torture

chamber was silent. The girl's face was filled with fear. She sighed deeply and finally shook her head.

I waved my hand. Qingchuan and several thugs, who had been waiting impatiently, rushed over and untied the girl from the iron post. They dragged her to the large iron bed, tied her face up to it, and then tied her limbs to the four corners of the bed.

Qingchuan took two electrical wires and tied them to her two pink nipples. Once everything was done, Qingchuan leaned close to the girl's face and said, "Good girl, have you thought it through?"

The girl looked up at Qingchuan for a while without saying a word.

Qingchuan maliciously touched the girl's groin, smiled, and nodded to the guard next to her who was controlling the electricity. The guard pressed the button.

The girl's breasts immediately hardened, and then her buttocks were lifted off the iron bed. Her lips opened and closed for nearly ten seconds before she finally let out a scream of "Ouch!" The guards increased the electric current to another level, and the girl convulsed even more violently. Soon she fainted. Then they splashed her with cold water and then continued to shock her. Every time she fainted, they splashed her with water. I stood there for a while, watching the girl trembling on the rack, and felt a little bored. I walked out on my own

.

In the afternoon, after lunch, I returned to the interrogation room. Qingchuan's torture of the girl wasn't over yet. Her naked body was bound with her limbs spread wide to two iron pillars more than a meter apart. Her hands and jade-like feet were tightly bound to the pillars. An iron rod stood upright between her spread, snow-white thighs, inserted deep into her vagina. It looked like it was inserted very deeply; her labia were stretched to their limit and torn open, blood flowing from her vagina, staining half of the iron rod bright red. Her snow-white body was covered with whip marks, crisscrossing and overlapping, especially on her chest and lower abdomen. The girl was soaked, I couldn't tell if it was sweat, water, or tears. Strands of her hair clung to her beautiful face, a streak of bright red blood at the corner of her snow-white mouth, and her head drooped, indicating she had fainted.

I walked in and said, "Qingchuan-kun, what's wrong? This girl still won't confess?" “

Yes, sir, I don’t know what kind of Communist bewitching potion she’s been given. I used electric shocks, whipping, and then poked her vagina and urethra with a red-hot iron bar. I cut small incisions on her buttocks and rubbed them with salt. I burned her toes with alcohol, but she just wouldn’t confess.”

“Wake her up.”

“Yes, sir!” Qingchuan personally picked up a bucket of water and poured it over the girl’s head. It took the girl a long time to regain consciousness.

“Will you confess or not?” I grabbed her hair.

“You beasts, you’ll get your retribution, ptooey.” A mouthful of bloody saliva was spat at me, which I dodged in time. I smiled coldly, took a triangular, razor-sharp, sparking branding iron from the nearby stove, and walked to the girl. Looking into her defiant eyes, I slowly moved the iron towards her two still-intact breasts.

I suddenly pressed the iron against the base of her left breast.

Smoke rose, and the girl's limbs stiffened abruptly, her head tilting back for about four or five seconds before a suppressed scream erupted from her throat. She began to writhe on the rack, and I pressed the branding iron firmly against her breast until the base of her nipple was charred. This time, the girl didn't faint; her pale face was covered in waxy sweat.

I changed to another iron. Lu Jianping watched in horror as the branding iron in my hand slowly pressed against her other breast. The sizzling sound of the iron against her breast mingled with the girl's convulsing tremors. The girl screamed, her eyes beginning to glaze over. I released the iron and threw it into the furnace.

'She might not make it,' Qingchuan said from the side.

'Take her back to the women's prison.'

Leaving the torture chamber, I looked up at the white clouds in the azure sky, feeling a chill run through me. Where was the enemy?

In mid-May, the enemy's attacks on us became increasingly rampant. Many pillboxes outside the county town were attacked, but none of them succeeded under our army's fierce firepower. By June, our casualties had exceeded 50. However, I was helpless against the guerrillas' hit-and-run tactics. Several attacks failed to find the main force of the guerrillas, and several were even killed by sniper fire. If it weren't for an unexpected gain, I think I would never have met Qin Yue again in my life.

It was at the end of August 1944 when Lieutenant General Akita from the provincial capital suddenly visited me and personally delivered a top-secret telegram. According to the intelligence agency in the provincial capital, a telegram from the Eighth Route Army Military Sub-district was intercepted and deciphered. On September 2, the Military Sub-district was sending a group of young cadres south and would pass through Pingyang. The military sub-district ordered the guerrillas in Pingyang to cooperate and protect them.

Lieutenant General Akita specifically ordered our Pingyang troops to ambush the enemy outside Pingyang, and secretly mobilized the Second Special Division from the provincial capital to assist in this ambush operation. Before the operation began, no one was allowed to leave their unit; otherwise, they would be considered traitors. Other troops stationed in the provincial capital were responsible for containing the Eighth Route Army's military district troops.

To be honest, the enemy was aware of the operation shortly before it began. We have to admire the efficiency of their intelligence departments, but they were still a step too late, perhaps because their repeated victories had lowered their guard.

At dawn on September 2nd, the guerrillas unsuspectingly stepped into a death trap. The enemy was surrounded on a small, isolated hill only 120 meters high outside Pingyang.

Our artillery fire leveled the slopes; trees burned, the sky spun, flames soared, and smoke filled the air. Our repeated assaults were repelled. I was forced to personally go to the front lines. The less than 300 square meters of the front line were littered with the corpses of our soldiers, but I knew the enemy's casualties must also be heavy.

I personally organized an attack.

Watching the troops charge forward, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Just then, a mortar shell landed beside me. I couldn't understand how the guerrillas could have a mortar; everything went black.

When I awoke, I was lying in a hospital bed in Futian Hospital. The enemy had been completely wiped out. The female captain, Qin Yue, had committed suicide before being captured.

I never saw Qin Yue again. A piece of shrapnel had cut my waist, and I lost all feeling below that. Two months later, I was transferred to Kyoto Hospital in Tokyo, where I stayed until the end of the war. After the war, I learned that Qingchuan had been incorporated into the Kuomintang army after the war and was killed by the People's Liberation Army in North China in 1947. Chen Hongchi and Lu Jianping were later subjected to various forms of torture. Lu Jianping, whose vagina had been scalded, was later raped to death by the garrison in Pingyang City, while Chen Hongchi was hanged in Pingyang City before the defeat. As for Li Daxian and the other Japanese lackeys, they all died during the war.

After the chaos of the post-war period, a new nation rose again from the ruins, growing stronger day by day.

After 40 years of being bedridden, some Chinese NGOs filed lawsuits in Tokyo courts against Japan regarding the comfort women issue and demanded compensation. My wise Tokyo courts, with their resounding succession of rulings, decisively ruled against those Chinese. Truly brilliant! To expect us Japanese to demand compensation is simply a pipe dream. Let alone compensation, we believe demanding compensation is utterly foolish. We Japanese have always considered the Chinese a lowly race, their women only fit to be our comfort women. We have never considered it wrong to have Chinese women as comfort women. Other issues include the Diaoyu Islands dispute, revising history textbooks, the deployment of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces overseas, the construction of new destroyers, revising the pacifist constitution, and joining the WTO. To you, the UN Security Council permanent members, our prime minister's visits to the Yasukuni Shrine, and so on—I just want to tell you that what you call war criminals are all national heroes to our people. Your concerns are justified. We will not acknowledge the Nanjing Massacre, the comfort women issue, the use of poison gas, or the atrocities of Unit 731. Your idea of suing us in Tokyo courts is wishful thinking; you're simply blind. To put it bluntly, that's harder than dreaming. Wait for your next life. Our worries will end when most of your living witnesses are dead. Finally, I want to say that we are indeed a beastly nation, and I firmly believe that one day, China will be trampled under our feet again.

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