American Strategic Deception Bureau

　The masters' carefully selected disciples and trusted subordinates were all wiped out that night, and not a single one of them succeeded in attaining enlightenment and becoming an extraordinary person.

　The only lucky person who successfully entered the sect and became a first-level Tantric master that night was a young prostitute who was desperate because of debt.

　Of course, now she doesn't have to worry about debts anymore, as there are many rich men willing to pay off her debts.

　So, what can we say about this "Nabi Maha Vidya" at the Khajuraho Temple?

　Seems like a success, right?

　Even though the faces of the Brahmin masters were as dark as the bottom of a pot, they still had to brag to the reporters, dragging the dark-skinned, lowly prostitute whom they would normally not even glance at as the only proof to declare the "unobstructed meeting" at the Khajuraho temple a complete success.

　By the way, they boast that Shaktism is the right and orthodox way of Hinduism, and deceive the general public into going to their temples to offer sacrifices and worship.

　While the masters were speaking in front of the cameras and microphones, Belkov had already returned to the hotel with Gangubai, who had been promoted to the third-level Tantric Master. They were lying on the bed together, playing with each other's beautiful bodies while listening to the interview on the radio.

　"The only good thing that happened last night was that a poor woman was saved from her misery. The rest was just idle chatter!"

　Gangubai closed his eyes lazily and said in a mocking tone to Berkov, who did not understand Hindustani, "A bunch of old guys who are too old to get an erection actually have the nerve to teach people how to have sex! Don't listen to their nonsense, change the channel!"

　So, Belkov got out of bed and fiddled with the radio. Soon a serious voice came from the speaker, and it was in English.

　Now, even without a translator, Belkov could barely understand about 70% to 80% of what was said, and he couldn't help but be amazed.

　"Huh? International news? The Vietnamese comrades just invaded Bangkok, the capital of Thailand? The US military was defeated again?!

　Oh, it would be great if Indonesian comrades could fight as well as Vietnamese comrades..."

　Chapter 353: The World of Killing and Fuck (Part 1)

　印度尼西亚，巴厘岛

　In the early morning, a veil-like mist lingers in the valley, creating a quiet and leisurely atmosphere.

　The soft sunlight penetrates the clouds and falls on the dense trees nearby and the emerald green terraces in the distance, covering this green island with a layer of golden morning glow. The air is filled with the fragrance of grass and trees, and echoes with the singing of birds. The tranquil scenery is like an elegant ink painting.

　In the valley hidden by the woods, there are many wooden houses and thatched huts of various sizes scattered around, among which the graceful figures of naked women can be vaguely seen.

　In the largest straw hut in the valley, more than a dozen beautiful bodies with different shades of skin lay quietly on camp beds or straw mats, sleeping soundly.

　As the sky gradually brightened, one of the naked female bodies moved and sat up sleepily.

　Lu Li, the former English teacher and first-level Tantric master, was woken up. When she opened her eyes and saw her naked body, she subconsciously raised her hands to cover her chest, but then put them down - the women sleeping around her on the big bunk bed were also naked like her, so there was really nothing to be ashamed of.

　Following the sound that had woken her, the slightly nearsighted Lu Li turned and looked, startled to see Gia, the mixed-race woman who had just been sent to Bali a few days ago, the Indonesian Communist Party female militia captain and "natural cauldron holy body," who had been fucked into a fifth-level Tantric master since arriving in Bali. She was standing with her legs spread wide, exposing her smooth, hairless private parts. Her delicate face was flushed, and her white teeth bit her lips. But she couldn't help but let out the occasional strange gasp.

　Because of Jiaya's identity as a "genuine bandit" and her unruly attitude, unlike the other female captives who were only naked but also slept without any restraints, she was not only stripped naked but also forced to stretch her limbs out in an X-shape, with her hands and feet chained to the four corners of the cot, keeping her thighs open while sleeping.

　And another first-level tantric master in this camp, the female captive Lin Ya, who was once a married woman, was also naked, lying under her, with her cherry lips wide open, swallowing the juice flowing from Jia's crotch, with beads of water on her cheeks... Lu Li was stunned at once - although

　In this licentious nudist camp, sex between women is common. But is it necessary to rush to have sex so early in the morning?

　She stood up and walked over, raised her leg and kicked Lin Ya on the butt, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you horny so early in the morning?"

　Lin Ya, with a wet face, raised her head and said nonchalantly, "If I hadn't done it earlier, how could I have licked it?

　"Those white women have already made reservations and are going to take Gia to their house soon. They're going to keep her entertained for a whole day and night before the next group of American soldiers arrive!" She complained, pointing to the wooden house with the American flag fluttering at the door not far away.

　——That’s where the American girls who love group sex and super powers and voluntarily come to Bali to practice joy meditation live in the camp.

　Compared to the drafty straw huts that the Indonesian female captives lived in, the living conditions of these white girls were obviously much better. Not only did they have separate rooms, soft beds with mosquito nets, but they even had their own small shower rooms.

　But why did they drag Jia, a "female bandit," to their bed? Do they want to play a torture game?

　But Jia doesn't speak English. Without the language barrier, it would be difficult for her to play games or something, right?

　"Huh? Even if she's a fifth-level tantric master who knows sex healing techniques, it's fine if men want to sleep with her regardless of whether they have any illness or not."

　Looking at Lin Ya, whose mouth was full of juice, Lu Li asked in confusion, "Why do you, a woman, also want to eat her abalone?"

　"Of course it's for leveling up! The sooner you reach Tantric Master Level 3, the sooner you'll be immune to all STDs!

　I was saying it, how could Jia be an ordinary "Tantric Master"?

　Who among us hasn't experienced countless battles before achieving enlightenment through men? Who, like Jia, was carried to camp half-dead, only to be thrust into a Level 5 Tantric master by Sergeant Smith? From sudden enlightenment to breakthrough and ascent to the summit, all in a flash!

　She's clearly a natural-born sensual futon! Her whole body is a treasure! All the men and women in the world would love her to death..."

　As Lin Ya was speaking, she noticed that Lu Li was still confused. Her eyes rolled and she suddenly understood something. "Could it be... you don't know? Oh, that's right. You were teaching English yesterday and then went to the open-air movie. So you probably haven't heard about the white-fleshed angel yet?"

　Lin Xue, the former nurse who once wore a white angel, was nicknamed "White Angel" by Fili. Because of her truly fair and delicate skin, she quickly gained universal recognition. Now, the naked women and guards in the Bali camp all call Lin Xue "White Angel."

　"What did you hear? What happened yesterday?" Lu Li, still confused, continued to ask.

　"Nothing much, just our white angel Lin Xue. I heard that the American soldiers who penetrated Jia the day before yesterday and yesterday all became first-level tantric masters. So when he was bathing Jia, he curiously licked her below."

　Lin Ya smacked her lips and said, "Guess what? She's gone from level 4 to level 5 of the Tantric Master!"

　After hearing this, all those white bitches from America went crazy! They volunteered to come here from the US to get fucked naked by men every day, wasn't it just for super powers? With such a shortcut in front of them, of course they wanted to sleep with Jia from morning till night!

　But how could such a good thing only benefit the white-skinned ghost? That’s why I came here early this morning to grab a drink of the first saliva…”

　"Huh? There is such a thing?" Lu Li was shocked, but then her eyes became hot as she looked at Jia's crotch.

　After all, she is only a level 1 Tantric Master now, and she also has a desire to upgrade, right?

　- Because Firi, out of compassion and in order to save others, hastily gave Jia the "initiation" with too much force, not only did she rise all the way to the fifth-level Tantric Master just by having sex with Sergeant Smith, but a lot of excess magic power also overflowed and scattered.

　Therefore, the American soldiers who will mess with her in the next few days are blessed. As long as they can interfere with her for an hour, they will definitely be enlightened and become a "Tantric Master"!

　Upon discovering this, Firi decided to make the best of a bad situation and quietly transformed himself into a wildcat, replenishing Gia's magic power several times. As a result, Gia, a young Indonesian revolutionary, was transformed into a living relic of the "four old feudal traditions" or a "Tantric sacred object"—whether engaging in close contact with men or intimately with women, she became a perfect aid in the practice of Tantric blissful Zen...

　Since Lu Li and Lin Ya spoke Chinese when they talked, Jia Ya, who didn't understand Chinese very well, basically didn't understand anything.

　But soon, she felt two pink little tongues moving like snakes under her crotch, accurately finding that gap and licking it repeatedly, making her body, which had recently become extremely sensitive due to the outbreak of super powers, wet in a moment under the soft and flexible tongues of the same sex.

　The pleasure in her lower body instantly made her lose the ability to think, and her instinct made her gasp and straighten her body again...

　As the stream erupted again, she subconsciously arched her waist, as if trying her best to respond to the other's tongue.

　At the same time, Jia couldn't help but lament silently in her heart: I'm afraid I'll be beaten so hard that I can't get up early in the morning!

　What kind of life are we living?

　As the wife of the county party secretary and a grassroots leader of the Indonesian Communist Party militia, Jia feels very confused about her current situation.

　force.

　She imagined herself dying heroically on the battlefield against class enemies, and she also imagined herself enduring all kinds of torture in the reactionary dungeon, remaining steadfast and unyielding. However, she never imagined that she would be naked with her legs spread apart, and be molested by all kinds of men and women every day!

　Hey, how did things turn out like this?

　As a mixed-race child, Gia's white father was a Dutch colonial official. He fell in love at first sight with Gia's indigenous mother after meeting her. He soon used his power to take Gia's mother as his mistress, and then gave birth to Gia.

　Later, Indonesia became independent and the Dutch army withdrew. Gia's white father left alone indifferently, leaving Gia and her mother behind.

　To support herself and her daughter, Gia's mother remarried a businessman. Although her stepfather treated Gia fairly well, she still faced discrimination due to her lineage and background. This led to her increasingly radicalized thinking during her school years, ultimately leading her to join the Indonesian Communist Party, which advocated for gender equality. She later married a young county party secretary in Central Java and became a squad leader in the militia.

　For a time, they were touted as the golden boy and jade girl, the talented man and the beautiful woman, and the woman who was as capable as a man. Wherever she went, she saw smiling faces.

　However, good days are always so short, and the revolutionary cause is destined to often withstand wind and rain.

　With the rebellion and coup launched by the Indonesian right-wing army and the massive landing of 100,000 US troops, the Indonesian Communist Party, which boasted three million members, was unprepared for a long and arduous military struggle. Following President Sukarno's surrender, it quickly collapsed.

　Jia's husband, who was the county party secretary, was arrested and imprisoned before he had time to arrange the undercover work of the party organization, and was soon executed.

　Upon learning of her husband's death, Gia, married less than three months earlier, fled the city with a dozen left-wing militiamen. In the Madiun region of Central Java, they engaged in several firefights with reactionary thugs. In a battle between two weaklings, both sides managed to win or lose. However, due to their lack of guerrilla warfare experience, Gia's group was eventually exposed and largely annihilated by the right-wing group, the Mujahideen Youth. Gia was also captured after being knocked unconscious by an artillery shell.

　After waking up, facing the torture of right-wing thugs, the resolute Jia remained silent. Even when her hands and feet were pierced by bamboo sticks, she still did not leak any information, let alone betray any underground party comrades or sympathizers who helped her.

　But just when she thought that she was about to be arrested by these angry opponents and thrown into their "re-education camp" to be subjected to even more brutal humiliation, torture and killing, a team of Americans inexplicably snatched her away and flew her to Bali.

　However, for a determined revolutionary young woman, there is no difference between American imperialism itself and the pro-American running dogs in the country.

　She had already decided that no matter how the Americans threatened or bribed her, she would never betray the revolution, let alone the organization and her comrades!

　Unexpectedly, the Americans seemed to have no interest in the information in her head. Until now, they have not seriously interrogated her even once about the information of the party organization. All their energy seemed to be focused on her body... well, to be more precise, on her superpowers.

　The "Tantric Master" mental method that suddenly emerged in her mind, as well as the extraordinary skills such as "touch of joy", "immunity to STDs", "sexual organ enhancement", and "sex therapy" that appeared in her mind, posed a huge impact on her atheistic education and revolutionary ideas over the years.

　Could it be that there really are gods and demons in this world? If so, what then is the Red Thought coming from the north?

　However, the super powers I experienced were completely different from those described in Christian churches and Islamic mosques!

　Where in the scriptures could there be such a depraved magical skill?

　Jia, whose mind was in a mess, was handcuffed and shackled and tied to the bed. Every day, she endured the violent and powerful pounding of different American soldiers, or, at the persuasion of female inmates, gave H treatment to the sick man who slept with her.

　Sometimes, researchers in white coats would draw her blood, do urine tests, give her injections, etc.

　For a moment, Jia was almost confused - had she betrayed the revolution? Or had she not?

　Well, since I have become a prisoner and was raped by the enemy man, there is nothing I can do!

　As long as she didn't leak any information about the party organization and the revolutionary masses, she wouldn't be considered a traitor to the revolution! Jia had drawn a bottom line for herself.

　It just so happened that the CIA spies, US military troops, and scientists who were researching human superpowers who managed the Bali nudist prisoner-of-war camp all had no interest in such trivial matters as how to help the Indonesian right-wing military government eliminate the remnants of the Indonesian Communist Party in a county in Central Java.

　Therefore, Jia did not suffer any hardship in Bali and easily defended her bottom line without selling any party intelligence to the enemy.

　But the problem is that although the Bali prisoner-of-war camp has no interest in the information hidden in Jia's mind, they are only very interested in her "innate lustful body" and "natural carnal prayer mat".

　However, because of this interest, the party organization behind Jia escaped the disaster, but her blood family suffered.

　——When Lin Ya and Lu Li failed to get the upgrade in the morning, they returned to their bunks disappointedly and lay down, ready to wait for the food.

　During breakfast, he suddenly received a notice from the prison camp guard.

　"Jia's mother and sister are here too! Hurry up and bring them to Jia's side! Let's reunite the family!"

　Chapter 354: The World of Killing and Fuck (Part 2)

　"Oh God! Oh Allah! Oh Buddha! What sin have I committed to give birth to a daughter who brings trouble to our family?"

　Gia's mother Maria, a middle-aged woman who still has charm, cried and wailed to Gia with tears and snot.

　"Sister! The Americans have captured our entire family! And just now there was a bad woman bullying me!"

　Gia's half-sister, Leah, was shackled to an X-shaped wooden frame with her limbs spread out, sobbing and wailing.

　Jia, a fifth-level Tantric master who was also naked and shackled to an X-shaped wooden frame, could only sigh helplessly as she looked at her crying mother and sister.

　The war destroyed the central government in Jakarta, Indonesia's capital, and all household registration files, account books, and other materials were destroyed in the fires caused by the bombing. As a result, the newly established right-wing Indonesian military government was unable to conduct detailed research and management of national population information.

　Therefore, the fact that Jia followed the Red Militia to the mountains to fight guerrilla warfare did not immediately implicate her family at the beginning.

　However, after Jia "shine" naked in the nude prisoner camp in Bali and was considered to have the "innate furnace holy body" and the "treasure of tantric practice", her family was destined to be captured by crazy scientists for research to determine whether this physique was hereditary.

　Soon, the CIA, through an informant, found Gia's home address. They then launched a massive operation, capturing her mother, Maria, and her step-sister, Leah, all of whom were taken to Bali naked and thrown into a nudist prisoner-of-war camp to be used as "experimental animals."

　Well, Gia's stepfather had been killed by a stray bullet in the head during a scuffle in downtown Jakarta last year when General Suharto launched his rebellion and engaged troops loyal to President Sukarno. So he was buried early, at least avoiding the fate of a "family complete and whole."

　At this moment, the mother, daughter and three others reunited here naked. The scene was truly embarrassing and filled with countless sorrow and pain...

　——On the bright side, at least the family members were still alive, and it looked like they wouldn't be killed. On the negative side, they were just alive.

　But in today's Indonesia, which is in the midst of blood and war, being able to live in peace is a luxury in itself.

　Although they were in a prisoner-of-war camp, the naked "experimental animals" on Bali were not completely isolated from the outside world. If they paid a little attention, they could obtain a lot of information about the outside world through broadcasts, radios, and the casual conversations of American soldiers.

　Gia vaguely knew that although the Indonesian Communist Party had been destroyed, President Sukarno had stepped down, and a reactionary right-wing military government had been established under the bloody suppression of US imperialism and domestic reactionary groups, peace had not yet come to this tropical "country of a thousand islands" straddling the equator.

　The military government established by seven Indonesian right-wing army generals, headed by Defense Minister Nasution, relying on American planes and tanks, can neither rule Indonesia nor win the support of the people. Basically, it is difficult for government orders to leave Jakarta, and its control over the provinces has been weakened to the extreme.

　Unfortunately, these generals were not united internally. Some of them were self-righteous and wanted to get rid of Nasution by force and become the boss themselves.

　Thus, just three months into 1966, two military coups had already erupted in Jakarta. As the Americans looked on, the various Indonesian armies engaged in a chaotic battle in the already devastated capital, burning over 100,000 houses and devastating the city.

　Although General Nasution ultimately managed to thwart both coups and retain his presidency, without the true loyalty of his navy and air force, he was unable to prevent the generals who failed in the coup from fleeing to the outer islands and colluding with separatist forces to tear apart Indonesia's vast territory.

　By March 1966, rebellions in Sulawesi, the Maluku Islands, and Sumatra were nearly uncontrollable. Remnants of the Indonesian Communist Party in Borneo were waging a guerrilla war. Australia, having seized half of Timor and half of Irian, was also colluding with insurgents in Sulawesi. The US military, as the unofficial leader, seemed intent on dismembering Indonesia, shrinking the size of Southeast Asia's largest nation and making it easier to control.

　Anyway, the only one we need to be wary of is the Indonesian Communist Party, which is basically finished. No matter how the remaining Indonesian monkeys kill each other and how fiercely they fight, what does it have to do with the American boss? As long as they don't hinder the American imperial army from doing whatever it wants on this land, that's fine!

　Such a devastated country and bleak future have made the situation in Indonesia even more turbulent.

　Even on the island of Java, the heart of the country, the situation of warlord separatism became increasingly obvious. When the "three million" Indonesian Communist Party still existed, the reactionary forces on the island of Java, such as religious charlatans, feudal landlords, compradors and wealthy merchants, could barely unite and extinguish the red revolutionary flame.

　But after the Bolsheviks' red heads were almost all chopped off, the militia forces in various places followed the old path and began to fight for supremacy.

　As a young revolutionary, Jia is naturally very sad about the current situation of her motherland.

　But in her current situation, she couldn't do anything, let alone save the country and the people. Even her own family was trapped in the devil's den.

　Even if it's a coincidence

　So what if he accidentally became a 5th-level Tantric master? Even if his bed skills were unparalleled, he would have no fighting power and would ultimately be nothing more than a plaything.

　Looking at her sister and mother who were naked and tortured on the rack like herself, Jia felt mixed emotions, with shame and a bit of guilt.