American Strategic Deception Bureau

　No matter where the battlefield is, the lower-level soldiers in wartime are all living with or without a future!

　In this way, more than 200 naked American soldiers obediently applied soap on their chests, armpits, legs and crotches, then raised their arms, spread their legs, and started shaving their body hair, making themselves as smooth as children.

　However, after they finished shaving, they discovered an embarrassing fact: there was no water in the faucet!

　Well, since the nudist camp in Bali was just established, the temporary field water supply system was not very reliable, resulting in an unstable water supply in the camp.

　At present, priority must be given to ensuring drinking water for the "meat livestock", and the water supply to the bathhouse is sometimes available and sometimes not, so it all depends on luck.

　So the soldiers were in a dilemma: were they going to

　Ride those native girls with their legs spread apart?

　Just as the fat black woman, scratching her head, led the group of naked men to the well in the center of the camp, preparing to let them fetch water for washing themselves, Sergeant Smith stopped them. He pointed to the sky and said, "You are so lucky, soldiers! God has sent you water!"

　Everyone looked up and saw that the blazing sun, which had once scorched everything, had quietly vanished. The surrounding light dimmed, and patches of dark clouds rose from the distance, blocking out the sun and instantly engulfing the entire sky. The oppressive heat was now filled with a subtle, moist coolness.

　"Boom boom——" "Crash——"

　Soon, torrential rain came like a carpet bomb, accompanied by loud thunder and dazzling lightning, pouring down from the sky that had suddenly darkened.

　As the raindrops broke on the ground, the air around them was immediately filled with the smell of rain.

　In a blink of an eye, the flood of rain turned the path into a river, the open space into a pond, and the eaves into waterfalls.

　——If it were in those temperate countries or countries with cold winters, when encountering such heavy rain, people's first reaction would probably be to rush to collect clothes or find a place to shelter from the rain. People living in low-lying areas would also move their belongings to higher places to avoid their belongings being soaked and damaged after the water enters the house.

　But on this tropical island near the equator, people's first reaction after hearing thunder and seeing rain is exactly the opposite.

　Not only were the naked soldiers, covered in soap foam, all beaming as they enjoyed the natural shower. Even the naked girls, who had been staying indoors, happily burst out from under the eaves! They ran around naked in the rain, stretching their brown limbs, letting their hair dance freely in the rain, enjoying the feeling of the cool raindrops flowing over their bodies, with happy smiles on their faces...

　——The rain on tropical islands is different from the rain in the cold north. It is warm and feels warm to the body. You don’t have to worry about catching a cold even if you get caught in the rain.

　So, under the pouring rain, there are a dazzling array of beautiful bodies everywhere.

　Soon after washing themselves, the soldiers immediately noticed that there were naked bathing girls everywhere around them.

　Watching the pouring rain flowing down the girls' bodies, from the tip of their nose to their thin lips, to their firm chests, then across their flat abdomen, flowing down their slender and strong legs to their feet; or splashing from behind onto their plump buttocks, and then flowing down along the cracks of their buttocks... Faced with such a vivid and beautiful scene, which man can bear it?

　Sergeant Smith, who lived here permanently, added fuel to the fire with an obscene smile, "Come on, guys, are you still men?"

　Therefore, the impulse and excitement of being men immediately made these soldiers shout and pounce on the naked Indonesian women around them.

　Soon, the camp was filled with the low roars of men and the high-pitched cries of women, blending with the sound of rain and thunder.

　Meanwhile, Firi and Dr. Kissinger also entered the nudist camp under umbrellas, marveling at the spectacular open-air group sex scene around them. Since only a few American soldiers on leave had been approved to volunteer today, the Bali nudist camp was currently home to more women than men, with the number of naked women more than doubling. Therefore, there weren't any eye-watering scenes of several men penetrating a woman from the front and back, occasionally "fencing" each other. Instead, each man had his own partner, and some even enjoyed a two-way sex.

　"What a grand occasion! I'm afraid it's hard to see such a grand collective event back home, but here, it happens every day, right?"

　Watching the voluptuous spectacle of hundreds of people engaging in sexual intercourse—the roar of thunder and lewd cries, the splattering of bodily fluids and rain—all around him, Fili, despite having seen similar large-scale romantic action films on screen before his time travel, couldn't help but feel a palpitation within him, even to the point of a twitching of desire.

　Not to mention the naked female captives who weren't participating in the group sex. They all knelt facedown in a row under the eaves, their hands clasped over their heads, prostrating themselves before Fili in a gesture of humility. Their plump buttocks, each with its own distinct color, shape, and texture, were incredibly visually impactful when neatly lined up before his eyes. For a moment, Fili's cock was shamefully erect...

　Although he could have found some beautiful girls to relieve his sexual desire, Kissinger was right next to him, and for the sake of face, he did nothing.

　So, in order to cover up this situation, Firi said he would deal with the business first and asked the camp manager to bring the files of the female prisoners immediately.

　When he heard that someone was going to issue green cards to female prisoners who had developed superpowers, Sergeant Smith, who was originally laughing foolishly at the sight of hundreds of people firing at each other, quickly swung his bird and came over - this guy was originally in charge of logistics, and now he was transferred to the prisoner-of-war camp to manage files, which was a good match for his profession.

　Next, three naked female "Tantric Masters" were also called into the archives room for Fili to watch and inspect on the spot.

　Then, Firi discovered that these three Indonesian women who had become "Tantric masters" were all overseas Chinese girls.

　First up is Lin Xue, the only one who has reached level 4 and can use "Sexual Therapy". This "meat animal" not only has a pair of proud high and bulging breasts, but also has a round and plump beautiful buttocks. What's even more rare is that her skin is white and soft, as if it can

　Suck it in with your hands.

　Before being captured and taken to Bali to be slaughtered, she was a white angel working as a nurse in a hospital. Well, now she is a white meat angel.

　Fili thought so as he touched her soft buttocks.

　Then there is Lu Li, a level 1 Tantric Master. She was originally a newly employed English teacher who didn't care much about politics. However, the school where she worked was filled with a large group of left-wing revolutionary youths, which led to the entire school being massacred and bloodbathed by the "Jihad Youth League". Teacher Lu Li was also captured and taken to Bali.

　However, even in Bali, she continued to teach English to the "slaves" naked. Even though she was fucked by American soldiers every day until her mouths were foaming at the mouth, she still sobbed and insisted on preparing lessons... She was really dedicated.

　Finally, there is Lin Ya, who is also at level 1. She is a delicate and tearful wife, or a young widow who has just lost her husband.

　Originally a Buddhist, she had no connection to either the Red Revolution or the Indonesian Communist Party. However, her husband and father-in-law were close associates of President Sukarno. Consequently, after Sukarno surrendered, Linya's entire family was purged by right-wing military officers, leaving her alone to be transported to Bali.

　In short, none of the three of them were real red young women, but rather unlucky people who were caught by mistake... or lucky ones?

　After all, they all survived the bloody maelstrom that swept across Indonesia, and if nothing unexpected happened, they should be able to live for a long time.

　To Fili's surprise, the three "Tantric Masters" were overjoyed when they heard they could get green cards. However, they were hesitant about leaving the nudist camp and going to the United States.

　Lin Xue said she has several sisters in a nudist camp in Bali. If they can't go together, she would rather stay and be together as a family.

　Lu Li also said that many people here cannot do without her, and she wants to continue staying here to teach English and serve as a translator for her companions.

　Only Lin Ya initially wanted to leave, but seeing that the other two companions were not leaving, she decided to stay and continue being a sex pillow.

　——Unlike the German concentration camps and Japanese prisoner-of-war camps in World War II, the nudist camps in Bali are not really a hell.

　If we ignore the daily sexual intercourse, the female prisoners' food, drink and living standards are even better than those of ordinary Indonesians.

　For them, there is no way they can gain freedom in the United States anyway, so why not continue to stay in this familiar place?

　Well, seeing that they sounded quite pitiful, Firi said that he respected their personal choice and would not force them to go to the United States. He invited them to sit down and drink tea, and took out the chocolate candies and toffees he brought as a treat. Then he asked them about the local customs and practices of Indonesia in order to enhance their understanding of the Indonesian civil war that had never existed in history, as well as the social conditions in Indonesia during the civil war.

　But what disappointed him a little was that these three women didn't seem to care much about politics and knew nothing about many things.

　It seems that if I want to get some valuable information about the Indonesian Civil War, I have to find a genuine female Red Bandit! He thought so.

　-

　After chatting and drinking tea for a while, the sky outside was clear after the rain. The setting sun broke through the clouds and dried the wet ground again.

　Those American soldiers who had finished having sex with the women also lazily found a place to sit down, hugged the naked women, and enjoyed the afterglow of the fierce battle.

　In the camp's kitchen, wisps of smoke were already rising, emitting the aroma of food... After a while, baskets of fresh bread and tropical fruits, as well as pot after pot of mushy curry, were pushed over by the cooks on carts for the men and women who had just finished fighting to enjoy.

　At that moment, a car horn suddenly blared outside the camp's main gate, and then a sentry removed the roadblock and let a truck in.

　Then, Firi saw his old subordinate, the one-legged proprietress Armas, who was now responsible for searching all over Indonesia for "experimental meat animals" for the Bali nude prisoner camp, driving a dozen naked Indonesian women off the truck and temporarily placing them in an empty house.

　Armas then asked the driver to help carry an unconscious naked woman down, while shouting for Sergeant Smith to come and rescue her.

　Fili leaned over to take a look and found that it was a mixed-race girl with a rather toned body. She had deep facial features, thick eyebrows, big eyes, broad shoulders, a long neck, and a small chest that was a perfect hemispherical shape. There was not a trace of fat on her flat belly. Her limbs were thin but slender and powerful. Below her slender waist was a dazzlingly plump round buttock. Her well-defined muscles undulated on her elastic and shiny honey-colored skin.

　However, the hands and feet of this mixed-race beauty had suffered extremely terrible abuse. It seemed as if bamboo sticks had pierced each of her toes, and then cracked into many tiny bamboo threads deep in the soles of her feet, making her feet look like two flattened purple radishes: swollen, cracked, and oozing with pus.

　The nails on her ten slender fingers had been cruelly pulled out, and they were now swollen like carrots.

　As for the scars on her back, shoulders and buttocks, there were so many of them that she was covered with bruises.

　"She seems to be the wife of a county party secretary of the Indonesian Communist Party and a female militia captain. She had suffered a lot before I snatched her away."

　Armas explained to Firi, “Although we gave her anti-inflammatory medicine on the way, it didn’t seem to be very effective. She has been running a high fever. I’m afraid the wound is infected.

　So we can only ask Sergeant Smith to come and put her to sleep—hopefully it’s not too late…”

　The wife of the county party secretary? So, she's a genuine Indonesian female communist? Ferry's eyes lit up.

　At this moment, hearing that there was more work to do, Sergeant Smith dropped his half-eaten bread and ran over, shouting as he ran, "Another woman you want me to fuck? Is she a wounded or sick patient? Don't worry, as long as she's still alive, I will definitely snatch her back from the brink of death!"

　Seeing this, Fili and Armas helped the unconscious mixed-race woman up and carried her to the infirmary next door. At the same time, he quietly chanted a spell, allowing a tiny ball of light to penetrate into the body of the mixed-race female captive.

　Next, Sergeant Smith followed into the infirmary, and less than ten minutes later, he walked out with a dazed expression on his face.

　Seeing this, Ms. Armas stepped forward and asked, "How is it? Is it healed? Or do you want me to notify the cremation team to come and deal with the body?"

　"It's not a question of being cured, it's her, she suddenly had an epiphany!"

　Sergeant Smith spoke incoherently, "I had just inserted it and was about to cast a healing spell, and she suddenly became a superpower! How could this happen? I haven't even fucked her for an hour! She is now a level 5 Tantric master, and her spellcasting level is higher than mine..."

　"A fifth-level Tantric master? The female communist from earlier?"

　"Didn't she just arrive?"

　"No way? How can it be so fast..."

　"How enviable! Is she born with a connection to the Laughing Buddha?"

　The others who heard this also looked at each other in surprise. Then they started whispering to each other, and then the words were translated into the ears of the "meat animals".

　At this time, the mixed-race girl also walked out of the medical room with a confused expression. All the injuries on her body disappeared without a trace, and it seemed as if there was a flash of spiritual light in her.

　Then, she looked around at the naked men and women, and the American flag fluttering on the flagpole. She was immediately frightened and quickly raised her hands to cover her chest, screaming in fear, "Who are you? Where is this place? What's wrong with me? Where are my clothes?"

　The sentry guarding the vehicle instinctively raised his rifle towards her, but Fili immediately reached out and pushed the barrel down.

　Then, Lin Xue, the former nurse who had become a "white flesh angel" and a fourth-level Tantric master, walked over with a kind smile and said to the mixed-race girl, "Relax! Girl, don't be nervous. You should be able to feel it, right? You are no longer an ordinary person now."

　"This is American territory? What on earth have you done to me? I will never betray the organization!"

　"Don't worry, no one here cares about your organization. The officers only care about your body! Put your hands down, don't be shy, girl. You are a born lustful saint, born to be a sex mat..."

　Chapter 349: Werewolf in the Indian Sex Temple

　Khajuraho Temples, Chhatarpur District, Madhya Pradesh, India, March 1966

　Khajuraho means "City of Date Palms." Although it is now a small town with a population of only a few thousand, it was once the capital of a country.

　A thousand years ago, Khajuraho was the capital of the Chandela dynasty, a separatist regime in medieval India known as the "Moon Dynasty." From 950 to 1050 AD, the early years of China's Northern Song Dynasty, the Chandela dynasty reached its peak. Its vast territories and abundant finances enabled it to undertake extensive construction projects in its capital, building 85 temples. Ultimately, 22 of these temples have survived the ravages of time and survive to the present day.

　If that were all, then a mere temple complex would not be a big deal in India, a country with a long history and numerous ancient monuments.

　However, what is quite unique is that the Chandela dynasty that built the Khajuraho temple complex did not adhere to mainstream Hinduism, but rather to a branch of Hinduism called Tantra, which venerates sexuality and believes that intercourse between man and woman symbolizes the union of the two poles of the universe.

　It also advocates that male and female believers do yoga naked together, believing that this can allow people to personally experience the bliss of being one with God and comprehend the spirit of the universe.

　Therefore, the sacrificial ceremony of Tantra is a grand carnival of naked yoga, singing and dancing.

　Not only did common people engage in group sex to "enter the Tao through sex", but even powerful officials, noble ladies, and concubines of the king would sometimes participate in it themselves and "share the joy with the people".

　Later, India also made an restricted film called "The Mirror of Temptation", which describes the erotic past of the Chandela dynasty and the city of Khajuraho.

　Of course, generally speaking, there are far more men who like to hold lewd parties than women who are willing to "donate their bodies". In order to avoid a shortage of women during group sex, the temples of Khajuraho are all equipped with a large number of temple prostitutes who are good at singing and dancing and have charming looks. They are also called "God's female slaves."

　Normally, they were made to sing and dance to please the gods (elders), and were used to entertain guests and serve in the bedroom during festivals and celebrations, just like the singing girls kept by ancient Chinese noble families.

　(The Hindu "goddess" is transliterated as "Devadasi", which originally means "God's slave girl". For some reason, they are always referred to as goddesses rather than God's slaves when translated in China, resulting in confusion with the "holy women" of other religions, but they are actually completely different.)

　The reliefs and shrines of the Khajuraho temples also retain the seductive figures of these "god's slave girls" in naked form, having sex in groups.

　Although Tantra teaches these things that promote sex,

　Later, because of its unorthodox nature, it was criticized and ostracized from all sides and gradually declined. The temples in Khajuraho were also gradually abandoned and forgotten due to the decline of the Chandela dynasty and the relocation of the capital.

　But in modern society, these blushing and heart-pounding naked intercourse sculptures in the temple ruins have become Khajuraho's business card, making this remote town surrounded by forests famous as the "Sex Temple" and one of India's most famous bizarre tourist destinations.

　(India's Mahatma Gandhi once considered this place immoral and sent people to Khajuraho to destroy the nude statues. When the great writer Rabindranath Tagore heard about this, he quickly wrote a letter to dissuade the movement, and the move was finally stopped. However, some of the exquisite statues were still destroyed, a move comparable to China's "Destroy the Four Olds" campaign.)

　When he was in Mumbai before, the Soviet "Tantric Master" Merlin Belkov, codenamed "Werewolf", had heard of the reputation of Khajuraho as a "sex temple" and had read travel magazines introducing Khajuraho. He was quite curious and fascinated by this place full of erotic charm.

　But today, after taking a plane and then a jeep, and a bumpy ride all the way to Khajuraho, the scene before him disappointed him greatly.

　Well, there are indeed giant stone temples covered with reliefs and statues here, and they are well preserved. Generally speaking, they are divided into three groups: east, south and west. The western area is the largest, and the shapes are similar - a high stone base, a main building covered with statues and reliefs, plus tower tops of varying thickness like bamboo shoots, and the walls are densely covered with lifelike sculptures of figures.

　However, most of these statues depict dance, music, farming, war, etc. Even the statues of voluptuous Indian women are depicted applying makeup and drawing eyebrows, holding flowers and smiling, combing their hair in the mirror, dancing, or picking at blisters on their feet.

　Generally speaking, the content reflected by these statues mainly reflects the daily life and social outlook of the "Moon Dynasty" at that time.

　As for statues of men and women copulating? Yes, there are, but not many, and they are scattered throughout. If the Khajuraho temples were a newspaper, then the statues of men and women copulating would, at most, occupy a small space in the middle.

　Oh, what a disappointment!

　I thought the statues in this place were illustrations of India’s famous Kama Sutra, but it turned out to be just a little tidbit.

　The only really interesting statues of men and women mating are basically the ones in the photos in travel magazines.

　Belkov smacked his lips, threw away the travel magazine he had bought, and returned to the restaurant next to the temple, where lunch was already prepared.

　By the standards of ordinary Indians at the time, this lunch was considered an absolute luxury: it consisted of naan, rice, milk tea, green porridge, yellow porridge, red porridge, brown porridge... well, actually, a variety of curries, like green porridge for coriander curry, red porridge for tomato curry, yellow porridge for chicken curry, brown porridge for hummus, and so on. A pungent, spicy aroma wafted towards me from a distance.

　The Indians who were traveling with them all salivated at the smell, but Belkov and the other Soviets were all distressed.

　There is no way. India's climate is hot and humid, food spoils easily, and the heat reduces people's appetite.

　Therefore, in order to extend the shelf life of food, ancient Indian chefs had to cook all kinds of ingredients into a long-lasting curry paste, and then add large amounts of spicy spices to the paste to enhance the flavor, so that diners who were drowsy in the heat would have an appetite to eat.

　Indians have been eating this dish for generations, and their stomachs are already accustomed to it. When the British colonized India, they brought Indian curry back home, and it later spread to Japan and China. While the flavors have been modified to suit the preferences of different cultures, it's still generally accessible to everyone.

　But for a genuine Russian like Belkov, even the spiciness of Indian curry is unbearable!

　I don't know if it's because of their race or genes, but although Russians are known for their impressive alcohol tolerance and can handle high-proof distilled liquor, and even the most adorable and delicate little girls can carelessly swig vodka from a bottle, these sturdy Russians just can't handle spicy food.

　Most Russians can't eat instant noodles, even with just a hint of chili powder. The sight of spicy food is like witnessing torture, as if their rectum is about to be brutally ravaged.