give it all to miss machima

Oh... perhaps it really is special. Other girls probably understood from the beginning that Machima was irresistible, but I alone actually felt that a girl like me, who was all alone and only had a little bit of cleverness, could actually refuse Machima...

Heh...that guy...must really enjoy his stubbornness, enjoying the pleasure of slowly crushing his own self-righteous pride...

What's the use, Shiho...?

Even if you tell yourself a thousand times that you're straight, in the end, you still have no choice but to lie obediently in bed, letting the other person play with you, and even enjoy it...

"Ugh... I'm going to vomit!"

The thought of this made Shiho Miyano feel nauseous and disgusted... and also ridiculous.

That's ridiculous...

It's just... ridiculous...

"—Knock knock—"

Akemi Miyano knocked on the door.

"Shiho... are you really alright? You don't look too good..."

elder sister……

In that instant, countless grievances welled up in her heart. If it were any other time, Shiho would have immediately opened the door and rushed into her sister's arms...

But now...

"I'm fine...let me be alone for a while..."

"But……"

"—I told you I'm fine!!!"

Half a second after shouting... or rather, roaring, Shiho Miyano felt regret—even through the door, she could feel her sister's fear and worry...

But... she ultimately didn't speak again, and after a few seconds of silence, her sister pleaded in a low voice:

"...Shiho...whenever you want to talk to me...it's fine..."

"..."

That's enough...

Shiho sighed deeply in her heart.

She looked up at the window, where the sun had set. The sunset painted the sky a beautiful blood red, and a pang of sorrow suddenly swept over her, making her body tremble slightly, as if something was constantly leaving her.

Shiho Miyano hugged her knees tightly and closed her eyes, as if she wanted to bury herself forever in the room that was slowly sinking into darkness.

at the same time

On the road a few blocks away from this mansion

A dozen or so vehicles of different models slowly surrounded the block.

Some are cars with reflective film covering them, making it impossible to see the interior; others are enclosed vans used for transporting refrigerated goods.

Inside these seemingly ordinary, harmless vehicles, two groups of fully armed personnel are currently seated.

Inside the car were mostly armed gunmen dressed in black, looking like some kind of anti-terrorism unit.

Inside those trucks were a group of Russians dressed in military green camouflage uniforms.

Their clothing looked tattered and worn, with various styles of helmets, bandanas, and masks. Their tactical accessories were also a motley collection. Most of them carried paratrooper-style AKM assault rifles, while others carried Dragunov sniper rifles. The most outrageous were those carrying PK light machine guns. Some had ammunition belts hanging from their bodies, some were covered in grenades, and others had bulletproof plates stuck in their bodies.

The only thing these veterans had in common was probably the blue and white sailor shirts they wore underneath.

They were once the glorious paratroopers of the former Soviet Union, responsible for preemptively striking NATO ground forces in World War III and bringing greetings from the sky to them; they are the VDV supermen who have written a history of victory and glory since their inception.

But they are also fathers, sons, husbands... their families need milk and bread.

Post-Soviet Russia was neither capable nor willing to care for these abandoned war machines. As a result, the soldiers who had survived countless battles in Afghanistan returned home to find themselves in dire poverty. Some of these tough men, who had fought their way back from the hell of hot sand and death, were even driven to suicide by small amounts of debt.

Having lost their homeland, the paratroopers had nothing left to lose in terms of honor and beliefs. As a result, these soldiers, who should have retired with honor, degenerated into henchmen of the mafia in order to make a living.

Their mastery of warfare made them the sharpest blade in the Mafia, and now that the Japanese branch needed them, they came, just as they had over a year ago.

The military skills of these veterans did not decline much under Balalaika's leadership. They did not care who they were going to kill; they only knew that this was another business trip, and once the job was done, they would get paid so that their families could live a decent life in their hometown. That was enough for them.

Every soldier was conducting a final check on their weapons and equipment; the not-so-spacious carriage was filled with a somber atmosphere.

On the rooftop of a nearby building, paratrooper leader Balalekha was looking at a map of the surrounding neighborhood from a makeshift command post on a terrace.

Lieutenant Boris stepped forward with a map and pointed to one of the houses on it: "Captain, we've confirmed the location of those black crows. Their target is in this building in this area. Here are the architectural plans they found."

"How's the reconnaissance from the outer outposts going?"

"Our people are too conspicuous. To avoid alerting them, we haven't gone in with those black crow scouts to investigate yet... But what we can confirm is that the security is extremely tight. So far, we can confirm at least seven visible sentry posts, five suspected hidden sentry posts, two mobile sentry posts, plus surveillance cameras everywhere..."

Balalaika looked at the map.

"It seems... infiltrating the outposts one by one and taking them out one by one won't work... so we'll have to launch a direct assault?"

"Yes, but isn't that what we excel at? I've seen the blueprints for this building. Most of the rooms are spacious with many windows, so it's not very suitable for defense... Have Team A and Team B ride in trucks and rush to the front and back doors simultaneously. Use grenades and hand grenades to clear the way. If all goes well, we can end the battle in three minutes."

Balalaika shook her head:

"The key is what the building's internal defenses are like; we'll only know after we fight... I'm worried that if there's heavy firepower... or if some rooms are disguised with armor plates, even if we have explosives, it will take some time to blow them open..."

"Please rest assured..."

A somewhat languid female voice came from the side, speaking to the two in Russian.

"Our mission target is a woman who has a very interesting life. She is arrogant and conceited and would never transform her pleasure quarters into a safe house. I'm sure there won't be any heavy firepower inside, or even many armed personnel. Even if there are, they will only be deployed on the perimeter."

Balalaika sized up the woman who spoke Russian in a manner as broken as her English:

"Are you very familiar with this place?"

"certainly……"

Vermouth looked at the mansion in the distance, recalling those nights that had brought her to the brink of ecstasy, which made her lick her lips with a sense of satisfaction.

Enjoy your last moments, Machima...

This time... you can't escape...

Chapter 128 The Death of Machima (Part 1)

Nighttime, in Machima's room

"Shiho seems a bit strange today?"

On her body, Machima looked down at Shiho, her eyes full of worry.

"What's wrong? Did something upset you?"

"...No."

Shiho Miyano reached out and gestured on Machima's face.

"But... I feel like Makima is much gentler than before..."

The other party was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said:

"Does Shiho want me to be more intense? That's not impossible~"

Shiho Miyano laughed, a seductive smile that was unlike anything she had ever seen before, instantly revealing a unique charm:

What if... I said I wanted to?

Machima seemed surprised that Shiho would actually say that. After a slight pause, her eyes became even more intense and dangerous.

"You... really want it? Let's make this clear first, if you're crying and begging for mercy later, I won't stop so easily~"

Shiho Miyano drew circles on Machima's chest with her index finger:

"That depends on... whether you have the ability~"

The next second, as if unable to accept this provocation, Machima responded fiercely to Shiho with her actions. She kissed the girl's rosy lips, changing from her previous gentleness to a wild one, and rampaging wildly in Shiho's mouth.

As if to please her, Shiho's hand around Machima's waist began to wander, but this completely ignited Machima's fire. Machima finally let go, glared fiercely at Shiho, and then with a bang, flipped her over 180 degrees.

She bit Shiho's ear:

"I'm going to take your...****~"

Several hours later, the dimly lit bedroom, which had been filled with various sounds, finally quieted down. The two lay panting on the bed, with only the crumpled sheets and blankets and clothes scattered everywhere indicating the intensity of their previous "battle".

Machima hugged Shiho happily.

"You were wonderful tonight, little kitty~"

Shiho trembled slightly, as if she were a little shy, and pushed her hand away: "I'll go take a shower first."

A few dozen seconds later, Machima, who was resting with her eyes closed, felt Shiho snuggle into her arms again. She was about to ask Shiho if she wanted to do it a few more times when she felt something cool and hard pressed against her neck—almost cutting her skin.

She opened her eyes and saw Shiho on top of her, her eyes filled with nothing but anger, even hysteria.

"..."

"I had this feeling before, why do your movements feel so familiar! Why... why did you call me a kitten just now!?"

"I questioned her, her slightly trembling hand gripping the dagger tightly, trying her best to suppress the anger that wanted to stab him directly—at least, she had heard an answer from Machima herself—even if it was just an explanation."

Machima seemed not to have reacted yet:

"Why can't I call it... Oh..."

Halfway through her sentence, she seemed to remember something and sighed with some regret.

"I remember now... that time, I think I kept calling you 'little kitty' too? I didn't expect to give myself away here..."

Shiho Miyano felt as if she had been slapped hard by Machima; she looked at Machima in disbelief.

"You...you really are you? But...this is impossible...you clearly..."

"Hehehe..."

Machima laughed so hard her whole body trembled. She put her hands on her face to cover her smile, but in the end she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

When she moved her hand away again, what appeared in front of Shiho Miyano was a face that had haunted her nightmares several times, so much so that she almost dropped the dagger in her hand.

Machima... or Machima with Kwanghee's face, smiling at Shiho Miyano whose pupils were slightly constricted, but her eyes were still full of tenderness.

She reached out and gently wiped away the tears that had welled up in the other person's eyes—tears that were hard to tell whether from sadness or anger—her voice filled with regret:

"Why won't you let yourself off the hook, Shiho? If you just didn't investigate, I would spoil you forever, and you could continue living this happy life..."

"You—this is impossible! This is impossible!?"

Shiho Miyano felt as if she were trapped in some kind of nightmare. The words of the person beneath her—whether it was Machima or Kwanghee—felt like a thousand-pound hammer, smashing her to pieces and turning her face into a deathly ashen white.

"It's not your fault, Shiho. I told you long ago that I am a being beyond the norm..."

As if she didn't feel the dagger at her neck, Machima gently covered Shiho's eyes, and a few seconds later, when she released them, she had returned to her original appearance.

But Shiho Miyano had no time to care how she did it. She flung Machima's hand away, grabbed her neck tightly, and moved the dagger to Machima's only intact eye. The sharp dagger was only centimeters away from slicing through the golden eyeball.

"Why...why did you do this! Why did you treat me like this!!! Answer me! Otherwise I'll make sure you go blind in this eye too!"

To her despair, even so, the other person's gaze was still full of tenderness and doting, just like an owner looking at a pet throwing a tantrum.

"You're asking why I impersonated Kwanghee and took your first time? Of course, it's because it's fun, Shiho~ I could easily keep you by my side and take a normal romance route to win you over little by little... But... that would be so boring! Besides, you're a straight woman, it would be time-consuming and exhausting..."

She chuckled.

"Rather than watching you reluctantly and perfunctorily accept my advances out of necessity, I'd rather see you fight desperately, but still end up with that pitiful look after something important is taken from you, and then see how you keep trying to convince yourself to accept me and cater to me... You see, if I pursued you normally, you would probably ignore me, but now, you're even willing to use your body to please me, aren't you?"

Shiho Miyano stared at Machima, trembling all over, as if looking at a demon. She couldn't imagine why such a wicked person could exist in the world, and more importantly...

"What...what do you take me for! I clearly...I clearly..."

Machima gently squeezed Shiho's trembling hand, but instead of pushing it away, she moved it to her heart.

"Love is such a strange thing, isn't it? No matter how awful the other person is, as long as you've truly loved them, you'll always hold onto a sliver of hope... As for you, Shiho, no matter what, I'm satisfied with everything now—I felt love from you, even if it was fake... But... I still feel warm, and so do you..."

Her other hand stroked Shiho's waist as usual, as if the two were simply chatting, completely unaware of the sharp blade that had already cut her skin and could kill her at any moment.

"Like now, do you... really want to kill me?"

Machima shook her head.

“No…you wouldn’t. You’ve always been a smart and rational child. Deep down, you know that if you kill me here, nothing good will come of it for you and Akemi…but you still chose to shatter this false facade…”

She sat up slightly, and as expected—as Machima advanced, the blade pierced her skin, but after a few seconds, with the slow flow of blood, she finally trembled and gave way.

“In that respect, you are very brave... Shiho…”