American Strategic Deception Bureau

　The weather in Los Angeles has been getting hotter and hotter, almost since the 1960s.

　However, at this point in the US, deindustrialization hadn't yet fully begun. American construction workers in the 1960s still retained some of the same "infrastructure maniacs" that their predecessors had employed when they built the Empire State Building. Even under the scorching sun, sweating profusely, they continued to toil, moving bricks and plastering.

　For a moment, several scaffoldings were erected on the originally quiet and empty Malibu Beach, and the roar of cement mixers could be heard.

　Although Marilyn Monroe was quite satisfied with the overall style of the seaside villa left by "Dragon Lady" Chen Lichun, it still required a lot of renovation and expansion work to transform it from a villa into a nude spa.

　At the very least, because it is a nudist camp, a high wall must be built on the side facing the highway to block the view and prevent peeping and secretly filming.

　In addition, more ancillary buildings need to be expanded, such as larger garages and warehouses, a sea-view terrace suitable for sunbathing and an outdoor infinity pool, a smooth road opened in the thorny wasteland, and a small dock on the beach for yachts.

　How to say it? All the high-end and classy configurations, Monroe, who has seen a lot of the world, wants to get it here.

　In addition, next to Monroe's nude camp spa, another smaller beach house is also breaking ground on the hillside.

　This is the new home that Fieri built for himself - he planned to experience what it was like to live in this "Billionaire's Beach" fifty years in advance, and at the same time be a neighbor to Marilyn Monroe, both of which felt quite impressive.

　Hugh Hefner, the former owner of Playboy, could only be buried next to Marilyn Monroe after his death!

　I just wonder if Hugh Hefner in this life would also bring a bunch of bunny girls with him to Malibu Beach to build a house and settle down?

　Well, I don’t think so. At this moment, he basically still lives in Chicago, and Los Angeles is a distant foreign land to him.

　"Our villa on Malibu Beach will look like a mini castle, with thick outer walls and a semi-enclosed structure, as well as spacious halls, tall towers and secret cellars. It's strong enough to withstand the end of the world!

　Well, we'll also build a throne in the hall so you can be the princess of the castle... no, queen, dear."

　Standing next to the construction site where the foundation had just been laid, Fili held up a hand-drawn architectural blueprint and boasted to Marita, "At first, I considered building a wizard tower here. But this kind of chimney-like house is really not habitable, and climbing stairs every day is especially hard on the knees. So I finally decided to build a small three-story castle so that we can enjoy the sea view from the castle balcony.

　When Miss Monroe's women's nudist camp opens, you can go over there and hang out..."

　Unfortunately, although Marita is not well educated, she has seen the world and is not the kind of naive person who can be easily fooled.

　"A castle? It sounds very fairy-tale-like. Unfortunately, I don't have a princess dress in the castle, only the emperor's new clothes..."

　Marita nodded, but then changed the subject. "As far as I know, in Europe, most medieval castles have been converted into prisons or insane asylums in modern times... You built the villa into a small castle, hoping to isolate the inside and outside like a prison, right?"

　"Well, how should I put it? It seems to be true... I don't want our little secret to be exposed."

　This somewhat disappointing answer made Fili's face stiffen, but he had to nod in acknowledgment.

　Well, as Marita said, medieval castles, when left behind in modern times, often become synonymous with prisons.

　If those ancient castles had lost their military value in modern times and had to be converted to other uses, then the most suitable uses for them would undoubtedly be warehouses and prisons - surrounded by high walls to separate the inside and outside, the entry and exit of people and goods must be carefully checked, people in the castle cannot go out casually, and people outside the castle cannot easily enter, even the transmission of information inside and outside the castle is not smooth... Isn't such a castle a variant of a prison?

　Thus, the Bastille in Paris, the Tower of London in London, and the Peter and Paul Fortress in St. Petersburg all eventually became prisons.

　Of course, on the other hand, those modern prisons that are impregnable and surrounded by trenches are also suitable for serving as fortresses and castles when war breaks out.

　Just like in the Syrian civil war, many of the government forces' final strongholds were converted from former prisons.

　Since Ferry kept a group of naked female slaves at home who could not be seen by others, it was obviously safest to build the house into a castle.

　However, although she saw through Feri's little thoughts, Marita, as the future hostess, still nodded in agreement with the architectural plan.

　After all, she also doesn't want her beautiful body to be peeped at, and she doesn't want to see paparazzi coming in with cameras.

　So, let’s build the new house into a prison. After all, she is the female warden and is at the top of the harem food chain!

　-

　According to the current construction progress, Firi's seaside castle villa will not be completed until next year at the earliest.

　Considering the formaldehyde and additives

　I can't afford to buy furniture, and I'll be lucky enough to be able to spend the summer on Malibu Beach next year.

　Furthermore, Miss Monroe's spa wasn't opening quickly. Not to mention the time required for construction and renovation, Miss Monroe was pregnant and would soon be focusing on her child, leaving her with little energy for business. Opening in 1964 would have been considered fast.

　However, this did not hinder Fili and Marita's marriage. After looking around Los Angeles, they finally decided to continue living in the San Fernando Valley, in the refuge villa they had bought from the CIA, as their main residence.

　Basically, I am planning to stay at home in this "passionate" valley until the end.

　Even the seaside castle villa on Malibu Beach, according to Fili's plan, would only become a summer vacation resort that they would occasionally visit.

　Anyway, even though they were in the San Fernando Valley, which wasn't close to the sea, Ferry and his women could always enjoy the scenery in all directions...

　The author's words:

　Ferry's Sanctuary Villa, San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles

　In the clear and cloudless sky, the morning sun jumped out from the eastern ridge and shone from the inland desert. Under the golden light scattered all over the sky, the whole valley was shining. The light morning mist was dispersed by the dawn in the blink of an eye, and the wind seemed to be filled with the heat of sand.

　At the same time, the scorching sunlight also shines into a bedroom through the gauze curtains hanging behind the window.

　"Oh... It's so dazzling... Is it dawn yet?"

　Feeling the gradually increasing light in the room, Zhao Qiuniang, who was half awake and half asleep, moved and subconsciously reached out to grab the bed sheet to block out the light. But unexpectedly, she grabbed nothing. Instead, her delicate hand pinched a soft and delicate ball of warm fat, causing her to moan slightly hoarsely.

　"Stop making trouble, sleep a little longer..."

　With a vague murmur, a soft and delicate body came up from the front, delicate skin rubbing against Zhao Qiuniang's face, and warm breath tickled her ears. But as a result, Zhao Qiuniang's originally somewhat confused consciousness gradually became clearer.

　With a trace of residual tiredness, she yawned and opened her dry eyelids.

　Then, she saw a dazzling array of beautiful bodies, along with rich body fragrance, which rushed into her nose and eyes.

　Well, because no matter how big the bed was, it couldn't accommodate seven or eight girls, and Fili and Marita insisted that everyone sleep together.

　Therefore, Fili's bedroom now had to sleep on the floor, with all the harem members lying naked together on the thick wool carpet. This allowed these enchantingly beautiful naked women to embrace each other intimately, their bodies pressed tightly together, their long, slender legs intertwined, their sensitive skin rubbing against each other, their plump flesh always glistening with sweat. In a state of half-sleep, they slowly squirmed, rubbed, twisted, and moaned... The air was filled with their wonderful body fragrance, their melodious moans, and the scent of lust.

　In this kind of situation where they are constantly rubbing their ears and cheeks together and their beautiful bodies are pressed against each other, even the most determined straight woman will be turned gay involuntarily!

　For example, at this moment, Zhao Qiuniang found herself being held tightly in the arms of the red-haired hostess Marita like a pillow.

　Well, although it was a bit stuffy, the physical sensation and touch were actually quite good - a naked, graceful female body, with curves in every shape, full and plump, radiant with radiance; smooth skin, soft and delicate, like silk, faintly emitting an intoxicating fragrance...

　If there hadn't been a naughty little hand reaching into her lower body from behind, Qiu Niang might have really fallen asleep again amidst the waves of her buttocks and breasts.

　"Juanita! Get your thieving hands out of me now! Or I'm going to piss on your hands!"

　Because her arms were held by Marita and she could not move, Qiu Niang could only struggle and squirm while begging the little attacker behind her.

　However, before Juanita pulled her hand away, her mistress Marita, who was holding her, also woke up. She immediately kissed Qiu Niang subconsciously, and someone else climbed onto her back and gently licked her ears, letting the sweet current stimulate every inch of her body.

　Then, accompanied by a lovely whimper, Qiu Niang's mind completely collapsed, and she once again fell into the chaotic group lovemaking...

　It seemed that out of curiosity about East Asian women, ever since Zhao Qiuniang joined this strange slave harem, the white girls in this villa had been keen to take turns playing with Zhao Qiuniang's body. When walking, someone would always put their arm around her waist, hold her in their arms during meals, and let her sit on someone's lap. When they were sunbathing on the balcony, they would often use Zhao Qiuniang as a coffee table, placing fruit snacks on her body, while their hands freely roamed over the oriental girl's tender and juicy body, making Qiuniang even more sensitive and wet.

　For Zhao Qiuniang, the hands of mischief and harassment seemed to be everywhere, and any part of her body could be kneaded and touched at any time without restriction.

　This made Zhao Qiuniang almost feel that she should buy a set

　Armor to protect yourself.

　But unfortunately, in reality, she had no armor, let alone clothes, and could only be naked like everyone else.

　Fortunately, this valley, nestled outside a major American city, seemed to be hot year-round. Furthermore, the villa was located just a mountain away from the scorching desert, basking in the scorching sun every day. So, even though she was completely naked, Zhao Qiuniang didn't feel cold.

　However, although she had initially abandoned her sense of shame after living naked for a few days and began to get used to exposing all the private parts of her body to the scorching sun and hot air, she still felt uneasy about such excessive and close physical contact.

　Even the most docile slave cannot stand the endless invasion of his private space by others.

　During a blissful orgasm, Zhao Qiuniang once complained to Fili about this matter in a coquettish tone. Fili, feeling her warm and soft, wet and tight body cavity, shrugged and replied, "There's nothing I can do. Latin American girls are just so passionate. They all like you very much."

　Zhao Qiuniang, unable to resist, had no choice but to accept it. She gradually got used to being hugged, touched, licked, and fucked every day.

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　In short, until everyone got up to wash up, Juanita was still tightly wrapped around Zhao Qiuniang like a snake, constantly stroking and squeezing the soft hills on her chest, feeling the warmth and smoothness of the breasts, and pinching their pink tips from time to time.

　"Juanita, could you please stop squeezing my breasts? No matter how much you rub them, I won't give you any milk."

　Zhao Qiuniang, whose breasts were continuously assaulted, muttered with a look of despair, "If you want breast milk, go find Alena. She has more milk!"

　While trying to pull Juanita's mischievous hands away, she pursed her lips at Alena, who was applying olive oil to her body. Alena was a 182-centimeter-tall, plump beauty with a dazzlingly plump butt and breasts.

　"Alaina's milk is reserved for Monica. I don't have any share. Others don't have much milk either, so I have to make your breasts bigger first! I heard that if girls keep drinking breast milk, they will become very beautiful when they grow up."

　Juanita continued to rub Zhao Qiuniang's breasts, "Your lack of milk is only temporary. The master is already preparing. It won't be long before your treasures will be full of milk! Well, the master promised that I can drink it all!"

　Zhao Qiuniang couldn't help but feel bitter after hearing this, but she couldn't deny it because Fili really planned to turn her into a cow in a few days.

　According to Firi, since the outbreak of the Vietnam War, special drugs used to stimulate lactation in female prisoners have been a regular feature of interrogation rooms for US troops stationed in Vietnam. Occasionally, they are also used by US military clubs to let Vietnamese girls who want to make American money experience what it feels like to be a dairy cow...

　——The dairy cow-like Vietnamese prostitutes and the Viet Cong female prisoners who can be milked are both authentic characteristics of the Vietnam War, and the American imperial army naturally cannot miss them.

　Therefore, as a female Viet Cong who fell into the hands of the commander of the US military stationed in Vietnam, becoming a dairy cow was naturally Zhao Qiuniang's destined fate.

　Of course, Fili wouldn't use the torture potion with many side effects on her, but would use safer extraordinary magic...

　Although Zhao Qiuniang had no idea why she had been forced to work as a dairy cow after serving as a spy for the Vietcong, she was now a slave girl and naturally could not resist her master's torment. Moreover, in this "otherworldly" villa, except for the two little girls, all the adult women were in a state of "pseudo-pregnancy" and lactation, even the red-haired hostess, Marita.

　So, Zhao Qiuniang was surprised to find that in this strange environment, if she did not work as a dairy cow, she would seem out of place.

　There was no way out. She was weak to begin with, so she had to accept her fate and continue to be manipulated.

　Alas, although my current situation is not miserable compared to my revolutionary predecessors who were thrown into prison, why is everything so strange?

　A cute girl is jumping around, touching my breasts and crying for milk. Is this considered immaturity? Or is it premature maturity?

　Zhao Qiuniang's thoughts were becoming increasingly confused. After washing up, she walked through the entrance that had been kept open and headed for the shelter under the villa. Since the underground shelter renovation project was completed last month, everyone had spent most of their time underground, except for showering and sleeping.

　Once the facilities in the underground shelter are further improved, I guess we will have to move down there even for sleeping and bathing.

　As for why, when there was no disaster, they didn't stay in normal ground buildings, but instead lived in underground shelters...

　Well, after passing through the slightly dark and narrow tunnel and stepping into a heavy stone door, the scene in front of Zhao Qiuniang suddenly became clear.

　What appeared before her eyes was not dim electric lights, gloomy concrete walls and thick rock roofs, but... a clear sky and a vast sea!

　Golden sand, golden sun, clear pure water, and an equally clear blue sky.

　The emerald green island is dotted with jagged rocks, tall palm trees sway in the wind, and the air seems to be filled with the sweet aroma of tropical fruits...

　Of course, all of this is just an illusion created by magic - Ferry just used his latest magic item to achieve something similar to the "Duo"

　Doraemon's magical prop "Indoor Travel Machine" projects the three-dimensional scenery he has seen in the underground shelter hall, which has been cleared of various debris and facilities and converted into a screening room, allowing people to feel like they are traveling and seeing the scenery even if they are still indoors.

　Please note that what is projected is only the image. In reality, you are still staying indoors and the size of the space around you remains unchanged.

　But even so, being able to see the scenery of all parts of the world at home without the fatigue of traveling is already a wonderful enjoyment.

　It's no wonder that the naked girls, who have been imprisoned in this shelter villa for two years and have long been tired of the rural scenery of the San Fernando Valley, are so attracted to this magical bunker where they can enjoy scenery from all over the world, and they wish they could stay in it from morning to night every day.

　"Hey? The ocean? Why did the scenery change again today? Didn't we just change it to the Sonoran Desert oasis yesterday?"

　Juanita looked at the illusory tropical beach scenery in front of her curiously. "It feels a little different from the Malibu Beach before."

　"Of course it's different. This is the scenery of Vietnam on the other side of the world, the Hai Van Leng Beach in Da Nang where I once fought..."

　Fili, who had just finished adjusting the magic projector, picked up Juanita by the waist and said to her, "How about it, beautiful, right?"

　"Hmm, it's beautiful. Did those soldiers arrive in Vietnam in scenery like this? They seemed to enjoy it!"

　"Oh, they probably won't be able to see such beautiful scenery. Because most of the American soldiers arrive in Vietnam during the rainy season."

　Fili held Juanita in his arms and sat cross-legged on the red checkered picnic blanket spread out in the middle of the hall. He invited everyone to have breakfast together, saying, "We can enjoy the sunny beach while we eat, while they can only complain in the torrential rain..."

　Author's Note: PS: This is a joke from hell. Because of her extreme opposition to LGBTQ+, Rowling, the author of Harry Potter, was backstabbed by the actors who played positive characters like Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Public opinion forced her to flee the UK and go into exile. This year, the UK changed the law again, and Rowling might end up in jail if she returns.

　But the hellish thing is that in the entire Harry Potter crew, only the actors who played Voldemort and Malfoy supported Rowling, while the rest criticized her.

　Rowling was also very stubborn, saying that she would rather go to jail than succumb to the evil Chaos ideology, and would never forgive those little bastards who stabbed her in the back.

　Isn’t this just like the case that among the actors in “My Fair Princess”, only Rong Mama is a good person in real life?

　Chapter 282: Battle of Pengshan

　Because the US military in this dimension had just landed in Vietnam on a large scale to participate in the war, the rainy season arrived, causing the military operations to be put on hold.

　Therefore, four months after the war began, domestic public opinion was still supportive of the war because of the small number of casualties.

　Over the past few months, the American media's coverage of the Vietnam War, apart from the repetitive refrains about "the Vietcong persecuting the people" and "the US military defending democracy and freedom," has primarily focused on complaints from soldiers on the front lines about the incessant torrential rain.

　According to David Halbernstein, a New York Times reporter and an old acquaintance of Phi, in his article, "In Nha Trang during the rainy season, even if the morning is cloudless, the heat is unbearable. In the afternoon, the sky is inevitably covered with rain clouds. A flash of lightning is enough to wake you up and make your windows rattle. The first drops of rain plop on the roofs and awnings. In the street-side cafes, the waiters and waitresses grab the tablecloths from the tables and remove the cushions with a quick and skillful move. Then the rain starts. In a few seconds, the streets turn into rushing rivers. It's like magic."

　The next morning, the sky was cloudless again, and the sun was still scorching and merciless.

　So, if you want to go out in Vietnam during the rainy season, you should definitely bring an umbrella, but it's best to leave your raincoat indoors. Unless you want to take a sauna in a rainstorm. In fact, some people say that this is the only good thing about tropical downpours - at least the rain is warm.

　The raw statistic of "an inch of rain an hour" doesn't even begin to describe the experience of being trapped outdoors during a sudden deluge.

　Imagine a group of people dumping countless buckets of water on your head at once; imagine wading through knee-deep water with visibility only an arm's length away; imagine having to wring a cup of water out of each sock before you even walk into the house. And imagine this: pulling soggy banknotes and IDs from your soaking wet wallet and using a hairdryer to dry them, some of which are already beyond saving...

　You will understand how troublesome it is to live and work in Vietnam during the rainy season."

　And this was even in a city with relatively well-developed infrastructure. For the soldiers stationed in the wilderness on the front lines, life during the rainy season was even worse. Especially on the Haiyunling front, where Firi had fought for several days, it reminded the soldiers of the French trenches of World War I.