American Strategic Deception Bureau

　——Although they used the recently developed low-temperature candles, it still hurt when they were dripped on the most delicate and sensitive parts of the female body.

　At the same time, the other two Nicaraguan girls, Adriana and Kate, also exposed their delicate naked bodies. Their beautiful legs were raised high in the air, their bodies bent over and lying on their backs on the carpet, their plump round buttocks raised as far as possible. Two candles of the same thickness peeked out from the cracks of their smooth buttocks, the flickering flames illuminating their snowy skin and the shimmering water light...

　It's a picture that makes your blood boil!

　"I knew you liked this! I'm glad I can keep in touch with you anytime. If it were any later, they would have been burned by the candles! Here's your dessert. I really don't know how to make sashimi or sushi, so I made you a cake. Don't tell me it's not delicious!"

　After helping Fili take off his last sock, the already naked Marita touched the communication magic crystal ball hanging on her chest, and said coquettishly, while pointing to the shadow opposite the candlelight, "Hurry and sit on Alena's lap and enjoy your Christmas Eve snack!"

　It wasn't until then that Fili noticed that, across from the "Human Three Lanterns," Camilla's voluptuous body lay motionless in the center of a low table. Her back and buttocks were covered in a thick layer of cream, dotted with colorful chocolates, small cakes, and cookies. A row of sliced ​​fruit lay on her buttocks... It was actually a rather innovative human cake!

　Sitting on the single sofa next to the low table was the tall Alena, who was smiling and hooking her finger at Fili, obviously going to be the sex stool.

　Seeing this, Fili smiled knowingly, walked to Alena and sat down between her wide-spread beautiful legs.

　Then, just as he sat firmly in Alena's arms, Alena raised her hands and hugged him tightly, unable to move. Under the low table where Camilla was lying, the little maid Juanita also came out, grabbed the handle under Fili's crotch with both hands, and stretched out her pink little tongue.

　Start "warming up".

　Well, this feeling is quite comfortable, and the beautiful female bodies and scenery are all around me. But the problem is...

　"Honey, like this... I can't move at all. How am I supposed to eat the cake?"

　Seeing that Alena's arms were like iron clamps, locking him tightly in her arms, Fili couldn't help but smile bitterly and asked.

　"You don't need to move! I'll feed you! Ah—"

　Marita smiled and picked up a biscuit from Camilla's back, dipped it in some cream, and stuffed it into Fili's mouth.

　"Wow—thank you, it's delicious!"

　"Okay, then have something to drink."

　Next, she picked up a pot of warm black tea and used her little mouth instead of a teacup to feed Fili mouth-to-mouth to quench his thirst.

　From time to time, she would stuff the pink bumps on her plump snow-capped peaks into Fili's mouth to give him a different taste...

　——Because there were too many programs interspersed in between, this delicious candlelight supper took a very long time to finish.

　Until the three candles were almost burned out, Isabelle, Adriana and Kate, who acted as human candlesticks, began to scream in panic, and the desserts placed on Camilla had not been eaten yet.

　Fili, Marita, and Alena had no choice but to get up, blow out the candles, and take Isabelle down from the flower stand. Then everyone gathered around the low table, laughing and joking, and in a moment they finished off the remaining desserts and licked the cream off Camilla's body.

　After the midnight snack was finished, the next step was naturally the usual group building activity - Fili lay down comfortably with his head resting on Marita's thighs, enjoying his wife's lap while letting the female slaves take turns riding on him and began to actively thrust up and down...

　High-pitched screams soon rang out one after another, coupled with the sound of trickling water, and the whole villa was once again filled with a pink atmosphere.

　-

　“Ah—huh… I can’t take it anymore! I really can’t take it anymore!”

　In the center of the brightly lit living room, accompanied by a satisfied moan, Alena, the tallest and strongest woman among the group, rolled her eyes like a dying fish, her body covered in greasy sweat. She could no longer hold on to the muddy and deep cave wall that was like after a heavy rain. She had to reluctantly let go of the hardness and heat in her body that intoxicated her, struggled to wriggle to lie down beside her, and gasped for breath.

　Fili straightened his back slightly, enjoying Marita's tight, warm and moist embrace, while looking around at the six naked bodies lying around in a mess. After the extreme pleasure, they were sweating profusely and did not even have the strength to speak, only soft gasps were left.

　Along with the rise and fall of pairs of towering fat balls, the delicate color on the top of the curve also dances dazzlingly under the light.

　With a satisfied sense of accomplishment, Fili turned around slightly and put his right hand on Marita's plump breasts. With a light pinch, his hand was full of fatness. As he rubbed it slightly, thick white liquid flowed out from the ripe fruit, wetting his palm together with the beauty's sweet sweat.

　Looking further down, it was like a mountain stream that had just erupted in a flood, with small streams of liquid still gurgling out from the depths.

　"Yeah, my wife is missing too! Now let's have the final round!"

　Fili reached out and touched her soft and smooth place, said with a smile, and then he was about to turn over and ride the wet red-haired mare.

　"Don't do it yet, ah! Don't touch me! I have something serious to tell you, dear!"

　For some reason, Marita rejected Fili's advances. She first knocked his thieving hand away, then grabbed his still hard and hot handle with one hand, pinched the soft flesh on his waist with the other, bit Fili's ear and said, "Look, we've been together for almost two years. We've tried all kinds of positions and combinations. Now shouldn't you fulfill your promise and marry me?"

　"Get married? Yeah, sure! It's time for us to get married. Since everyone in my family already knows you, no one objects. So, after the New Year, I'll buy the most beautiful ring and propose to you!"

　Fili thought about it and felt that he had been playing with Marita for two years, and she had been so well-behaved and cooperative from beginning to end, so it was time to give her a status.

　Moreover, according to the social customs of the United States at that time, at this age, he really needed to have a wife and a family.

　So he nodded and agreed easily, saying that he would marry Marita next year.

　——Anyway, the slave contract has been signed with magic, so things like notarization of pre-marital property are unnecessary.

　From body to soul, everything about Marita belongs to Fili, and marriage is just a formality.

　Seeing that Ferry had no intention of abandoning her, Marita felt a little relieved.

　But when Fili wanted to kiss her again, he was pushed away by Marita. "Wait, it's not over yet! Honey, since we are going to get married, shouldn't you help me resign from the CIA so that I can concentrate on being your wife at home?"

　Huh? Get married, quit your job, and become a full-time housewife?

　Looking at Marita's determined eyes, Fili was slightly stunned, but after thinking about it, he understood.

　Unlike those female agents who joined the spy sea out of patriotism or for revenge, Marita, the "flower of the CIA", has always been a spy.

　She was kidnapped by CIA agents and tricked into joining the organization against her will. Her subsequent spy career was a mess, and her mission execution was abysmal. In the end, she was almost packaged as "live cargo" by the CIA and sold to a brothel or even a cult.

　Therefore, after experiencing so many tragic events and seeing so much darkness and ugliness, Marita lacked any sense of belonging or loyalty to the CIA where she worked. She was filled with only resentment and rejection, as well as a bit of cynicism.

　Even as a German girl who was raped by an American soldier when she was six years old, she probably doesn't have much identification with the United States.

　It was not until she became Fili's personal plaything that she finally gained the long-lost sense of security.

　In order to maintain this sense of security and not have it shattered by a CIA order, Marita would definitely want to shed her identity as a female spy. Fieri is in power now and can certainly protect her. But what would she do if Fieri's career failed one day?

　It's better to quit the CIA as soon as possible! End this nightmare career as soon as possible!

　"For a young female spy like you to resign from the CIA... well, it might be a bit troublesome. However, considering my family's relationship with the president, this little thing shouldn't be too difficult. But no matter what, you have to finish your last shift and serve Ms. Marilyn Monroe until the end of the year."

　Fili thought about it for a moment, then took charge of the matter easily. "Anything else? If so, please finish quickly!"

　"Well, if I have to say anything, there's definitely a lot more! For example, after we get married, should we move out of this CIA shelter and buy our own house? And what style, price, and location should we choose?..."

　Marita smiled and gave him a sweet kiss, then turned over and rode on Fili's thighs. "But since you look so impatient, let's not nag about these troublesome things that will spoil the fun tonight. Let me die of pleasure on your dick first!"

　Then, the high-pitched scream, which had been interrupted for a moment, echoed again in this remote villa...

　Author's words: PS: I recently discovered a problem. Fashion and customs change very quickly. Often, a few years can lead to a huge difference.

　When Emperor Napoleon was a child, the French didn't like bathing very much. But after the French Revolution, in the early 19th century, European noble ladies were already taking two baths a day, striving to make themselves smell good.

　As a result, some people who wrote books did not pay attention to this problem and thought that Napoleon's queen and mistresses did not pay much attention to hygiene.

　The question of whether or not the Romans wore beards was a question that actually went back and forth many times. Sometimes it was popular to have a big beard, and sometimes it was popular not to have a beard.

　If you really want to look into it in detail, you have to check it strictly by year, and it may not be guaranteed to be correct because customs in the capital and local areas are different.

　Chapter 199: Vietnam is no longer a problem

　In short, from Christmas to December 28, Fili stayed in his villa in the San Fernando Valley and did not go out for three days.

　All kinds of strange noises lingered in the room day and night for three days in this villa which looked small from the outside but actually had a hidden world inside.

　Even though Fili had extraordinary strength and the cheat of the Pink Book, he was still slowly defeated by the joint oppression of the seven women.

　When he finally changed into a neat military uniform and drove Marita out on the morning of December 28, he had a thin face, sunken eyes, and a somewhat unsteady walk, forming a sharp contrast with the radiant girls at home.

　However, when he drove to Marilyn Monroe's unremarkable little bungalow in Brentwood and knocked on the door of his "temporary hostess," he found the house also filled with a strong, unpleasant odor. It was as if someone had been reveling in a continuous spree, drinking and having sex. Joe DiMaggio, leaning against the wall, emerged, looking haggard from overwork and severe kidney failure.

　——The contrast with Marilyn Monroe next to him, who was disheveled but full of energy, as if her whole body was glowing, was quite obvious.

　Well, think about it carefully, Joe DiMaggio, Marilyn Monroe's number one bootlicker, is a generation older than Monroe. He is 48 years old this year. Some hidden dangers and injuries left over from his baseball career have begun to gradually break out, constantly weakening his health and physical fitness.

　Marilyn Monroe, however, was now in her prime, brimming with life force. During her previous trip to Asia, Fieri had used magical techniques under the guise of "spa therapy" to stimulate her vitality. Furthermore, she had already been a woman of strong desires since her teenage years...

　Therefore, it is understandable that Joe DiMaggio was squeezed dry and turned into "dregs" by the intrigued Monroe in the past few days.

　In short, seeing Filippo Fili looking equally haggard, DiMaggio was taken aback for a moment, then gave a knowing, ambiguous smile—DiMaggio was unaware of the other women hidden in Filippo Fili's home. Otherwise, he would have definitely asked Filippo Fili for any secret recipe for kidney nourishment.

　So, after Monroe and DiMaggio finished washing up and changed into decent new clothes, the four of them got in the car together. Marita and Monroe chattered about beauty and skin care tips in the back seat, while Phili sat silently.

　Drive to Hollywood and pick up Dr. Kissinger...

　——Today, they are going to Disney to discuss how Monroe should participate in the upcoming Disneyland New Year's Eve celebration.

　Unlike several other major studios that were crowded in Hollywood at the time, Disney was not in Hollywood, but in Burbank, north of Hollywood.

　During the reign of Walt Disney, founder of the Disney Studios, relations between Disney and the major Hollywood studios, where Jewish influence reigned, were strained before World War II. Because animation was the company's primary business, and Walt himself was an anti-Semite with close ties to the Nazis, Disney had a strained relationship with the Jewish-influenced studios in Hollywood. To avoid any potential conflict, Walt Disney built an animation factory, housing hundreds of artists, in Burbank, far from Hollywood.

　Although after World War II, Disney could not resist the trend of political correctness and succumbed to the Jewish influence in the American entertainment industry, thus easing relations with other Hollywood companies, but since the company headquarters had already been established in Burbank, they were too lazy to move back.

　So, after returning to the Kim family's old house in Hollywood and picking up the idle Dr. Kissinger, the group of five had to continue driving north for a long distance before reaching Burbank, where the Disney headquarters is located.

　As a result, perhaps because they were unlucky today, they encountered a huge traffic jam before they had driven for long - buses, trucks, cars and three-wheeled motorcycles blocked the street tightly, leaving no way out. They could also vaguely hear bursts of noise coming from the front.

　After waiting for a full quarter of an hour, the traffic jam on the street still didn't move at all. Feeling a little impatient, Fili rolled down the window and asked a passing policeman what had happened up ahead and why there was such a traffic jam and so much noise.

　"Alas, you are unlucky this time. I'm afraid you will be stuck here for a long time! There is a parade ahead!" the police replied.

　"A parade? Are black people protesting on the streets again?" Marita also stuck her head out of the rear car window and asked.

　"It wasn't black people taking to the streets. It was a group of college students protesting what happened in Vietnam! It was the place where they were doing the human barbecue."

　The police officer sighed and said, "It seems like newspapers all over the country have been discussing this matter lately, and the over-energized students are making a fuss everywhere. I really don't know why they care about such a faraway place. I think they just want to find an excuse to run away from school and let off some steam!"

　He pointed his baton at the newsstand on the street and said, "It's a traffic jam anyway, why don't you buy some newspapers to kill time?"

　"Ah, the police officer is right. The traffic is stuck anyway, so why not just read the newspaper?"

　Before Fili could react, Dr. Kissinger pushed open the door from the back seat and came back a moment later with a pile of various newspapers from the newsstand. He distributed them to everyone in the car, "Everyone, pick out the ones you like!"

　Looking at the large photo in the center of the newspaper's front page, which showed a charred figure kneeling in the raging flames with his hands clasped together, Fili couldn't help but sigh.

　"Looks like there's no way to fool people with that mess in Vietnam anymore!"

　-

　Just as Professor Brzezinski had predicted before leaving Los Angeles, the photo of the Vietnamese monk Thich Quang Duc setting himself on fire outside the U.S. Embassy in Saigon, a famous scene of our time, spread around the world at lightning speed in the blink of an eye.

　And like a stone that caused a thousand ripples, it caused an uproar in the public opinion circles in the United States and Europe.

　Among them was David Halberstam, a reporter from the New York Times who had interviewed Phiri after the Cuban campaign. He was currently serving as a war correspondent in Saigon, the capital of South Vietnam, and happened to witness the self-sacrificial ceremony of the old monk Thich Quang Duc.

　And he used his brilliant pen to vividly present it to every American reader across the ocean: "Flames burst out of his body, and his body slowly withered and began to turn black. The air was filled with the smell of burning human flesh. Behind me, I could hear the screams of the Vietnamese who were gathering. I was so shocked that I couldn't cry. I was so confused that I couldn't take notes or ask questions. I was even overwhelmed... While he was burning, he didn't move or make any sound. His composure was in sharp contrast to the crying people around him."

　In addition, the last words of the old monk Thich Quang Duc, relayed by Halberstam, became widely known among the American people: "Before I close my eyes and pass into the vision of the Buddha, I respectfully request President Ngo Dinh Diem to have compassion for the people of this country, to practice religious equality, and to forever safeguard the strength of the motherland. I call on all venerable monks and laypeople to unite and make sacrifices to protect Buddhism."

　As David Halberstam's report was widely reprinted by many media outlets, the American people were shocked by this incident.

　What noble words, what humble prayers, what a simple heart! This is a true martyr!

　In comparison, how hideous, evil and ugly was the Ngo Dinh Diem regime in South Vietnam that persecuted these Buddhists?

　What’s more terrible is that although the self-immolation incident of Thich Quang Duc is already very sensitive, if there is no more shocking breaking point, the news media may not pay so much attention to it. Then, the South Vietnamese who happened to be in the United States at this time

　First Lady Chen Lichun immediately filled in the blast point.

　What? In your eyes, the monks in South Vietnam were just having a barbecue? Grilling themselves over a huge fire?

　Also, next time they have a BBQ, will you lend them matches and hope they don’t use American gasoline to save foreign exchange?

　Listen, what are you talking about?! Are you a demon or a dragon?

　Given her special identity as the First Lady of South Vietnam, she was so cruel, cold-hearted and outspoken that she immediately became the biggest news in the eyes of reporters.

　Almost every newspaper that got the news published this news in a prominent position. The news consisted of two parts: one was a photo of Thich Quang Duc's self-immolation, and the other was Chen Lichun's "barbecue" commentary, which shocked and amazed every reader.

　——Only three days after the news of Monk Guangde’s self-immolation appeared in the newspapers, Chen Lichun had already earned the nickname “Lady Dragon”.

　Then, a heated debate erupted around the world surrounding this incident. While the Eastern Bloc maintained its anti-colonial stance, the public in the Western Bloc also began to re-examine the Diem regime in South Vietnam. As the Vietnam issue became a global news focus, more and more scandals surrounding the Diem regime were exposed, their brilliance and shamelessness astounding readers around the world.

　By the way, it also caused the Pentagon a lot of trouble.

　This certainly doesn't mean that the US military doesn't practice press censorship. On the contrary, as early as World War II, Eisenhower stated, "The paramount priority in military operations is to prevent the enemy from obtaining any valuable intelligence. The paramount priority of the press and broadcasting community is to maximize publicity."

　——Therefore, in special periods such as war, absolute freedom of the press is not allowed to exist. Any country or government will, for its own purposes, impose varying degrees of control on news reports to make them conform to its own requirements and even to achieve the purpose of utilizing public opinion propaganda.

　During World War II, the Pentagon obtained authorization from Congress and implemented a very strict battlefield news censorship system, which was quite effective.

　For example, at the end of World War II, Japan relied on high-altitude air currents to launch "balloon bombs" to bomb the US mainland. However, due to the US military's news blackout, reports of domestic balloon bomb attacks were prohibited from being published or broadcast. This caused the Japanese to lose confidence in the effectiveness of these balloon bombs, believing them to be useless. Even after Japan's defeat and surrender, a large number of completed balloon bombs were still stored in warehouses, not even bothered to be launched into the air.

　But the Vietnam War was a very unique war. It had neither a formal declaration of war like World War I and World War II, nor did it have the authorization of the United Nations like the Korean War. Therefore, the US military has never been able to formally establish a comprehensive press censorship system.

　In fact, throughout the Vietnam War, the Pentagon had been trying to gain the power to censor the news. But the problem was that Capitol Hill had always been wary of the country's military, fearing that the Pentagon would one day become the wartime headquarters of the Japanese Empire.

　What? The military wants to impose nationwide censorship in peacetime? What is it about the military that doesn't want everyone to know?

　Although the masters on Capitol Hill are not clean, this does not prevent them from being vigilant in preventing the military from expanding its power.

　Due to the lack of cooperation from Congress and the White House, especially the anti-war stance of many people in the government, news censorship during the Vietnam War was greatly relaxed. In essence, President Kennedy was opposed to participating in the Vietnam War. He was eager to get rid of this burden left to him by Eisenhower, but he lacked the courage to cut off his own arm, nor could he find a low-cost way to cut losses. He could only drag it on and wait for an opportunity to solve the problem.

　As a result, with the government's connivance, a large number of journalists from various countries flocked to Vietnam, each trying their best to grab news and establish their own news channels.