It was a normal day, I signed two orders of business, accompanied customers to eat dinner, went home to wash and go to bed. Then something happened, I suddenly had a sharp pain in my abdomen, which was unbearable, so I had to call 110 for an ambulance and was sent to China-Japan Friendship Hospital. When I was carried into the emergency room, I was still conscious.
The nurse on duty, Junko Ono, caught my attention, not because of her Japanese name; there were always exchanges of internships with Japanese doctors and nurses in this hospital. What surprised me was her appearance and demeanor, a déjà vu so vivid that I searched my memory so hard that the pain seemed to subside, and so I lay on the operating table.
My illness was simple, acute appendicitis. The doctor on duty to perform the operation was also Japanese, with Ichiro Sato written on his badge. When the first cut was made, the pain was so severe that I couldn’t help but let out a scream, and when I opened my eyes, it was Nurse Ono’s gently gimping gaze. In that instant, I finally remembered why this little nurse looked so familiar. Memory was like a floodgate opening. I clenched my teeth and didn’t sit @ sound again.
Finally the last stitch was applied and Nurse Ono suddenly lost her voice and cried out, “Oh my god, I forgot to call the anesthesiologist!” “Baka!” Immediately followed by a roar and two slaps, the little nurse’s cheeks instantly swelled up. “Doctor, please don’t blame Nurse Ono, I was the one who insisted on not having anesthesia.” I spoke in my unskilled Japanese to excuse the little nurse, “In my family, we never want anesthesia for surgical procedures.”
In the high-class ward, I lay for five days. I didn’t see Junko Ono again, and I heard from the nurse who changed the medication that Dr. Sato was going to revoke her license, but luckily I spoke a good word and just let her do a deep introspection. In these days and nights, my first girlfriend and Nurse Ono kept alternately surfacing in front of my eyes. Twenty years ago, I got into a local university on the west side of town and quickly got a girlfriend.
It was a beautiful, innocent girl, and I loved her, but she wasn’t happy with me. In those days, it was fashionable to play the guitar, ballroom dance, and talk about Sartre and Freud. As a special enrollment for sports, I was already not fond of reading, and I was even more disgusted by the petty set.
Finally, my girlfriend moved on to a talented guy in the Chinese department who talked about “existence and nothingness”. I decided to solve the problem in a manly way and ended up in the police station for fighting. I’ll never forget my girlfriend, or rather the girlfriend of that talented guy, who looked at me with contempt. Later, China and Vietnam fought a war in Nansha. Later, I didn’t participate in the graduation distribution and enlisted in the army to go to Chigua Reef. Then I was discharged from the army and opened an auto parts store with a few comrades.
The wall clock on the wall told me that midnight had passed and July 7 had come and gone, and I forced myself to wave away the overlapping silhouettes of my first girlfriend and Nurse Ono in my mind and fell into a deep sleep. In my dream, I was once again back in May 1942, at Cross Ridge in the Taihang Mountains.
The earth was trembling, the sky seemed to be on fire, and the Japs were coming over the mountains. Exhausted, I leaned my back against a stump, and the big knife I held tightly in both hands had curled its edge. I angled the sword down to the right, the back of the blade toward the enemy. A ghost stabbed me, and I swung my sword to the upper left, and with a “dang” sound, the ghost’s rifle was knocked away. Not waiting for the opponent to slow down, I slashed down, cut over the ghost.
At that moment, another ghost pounced on me. I didn’t have time to draw my sword, but I was stabbed in the armpit. The Eighth Route Army would rather die than be taken prisoner! I used my last strength to hold the ghost and rolled down the cliff.
Every year, on July 7th, I repeat this nightmare, in which I can never tell if it’s me or my grandfather. Every time, I woke up in a cold sweat again, and this time was no exception. I opened my eyes, only to find that the light in the room was on and Nurse Ono was standing in front of the bed.
“I’m sorry, you were yelling a lot earlier, is the wound hurting?”
“The wound doesn’t hurt, the heart hurts, and it’s not because of you Japanese.” I didn’t give the little Japanese nurse a good look. The little nurse certainly couldn’t understand it properly either.
“It’s like this, the anesthesia thing the other day really caused you a lot of trouble. I’ve always wanted to apologize in person, but I don’t know how to express it in a profound way.”
“Ugh, it’s hard to get you Japanese to apologize, so now you know how to express yourself?”
“Yes, please do give me that chance, please.”
Nurse Ono brought out a basin full of warm water, wrung out a towel, untied my blouse, and gently wiped it off.
I was sticky from having worked up a cold sweat, and this scrubbing made me feel good. I closed my eyes to enjoy it, and my thoughts went back to Cross Ridge in 1942. My grandfather did not fall to his death after jumping off the cliff, and a few days later, a village girl, carried him back from the dead. His life was saved, but one of his legs was rotten and broken, and the village’s old bone-setter amputated his leg with a carpenter’s saw.
Grandpa almost passed out from the pain, but he just didn’t cry out.
Everyone in the village said that the Baji Lu was really something. Later, that village girl became my grandmother.
Nurse Ono continued her work. My pajama pants were undone, and the warm wet towel traveled over my lower body, slowly moving to my inner thighs and groin. I felt my whole body go soft and hard in one spot, but my will did not weaken.
During that breakout at Cross Ridge, the Eighth Route Army headquarters suffered heavy casualties. Thousands of people from the organization, logistics, and school were caught in the siege, with a cliff in front of them and the brutal Japanese invaders behind them. In order not to fall into the hands of the enemy, those with guns stayed behind, those without jumped off the cliff.
The deep valley echoed with the sound of objects falling and crashing, from refined scholars to tender young girls. They chose dignity in the face of the enemy. The stream was dyed red, and the valley was covered with the corpses of men, mules and horses. I sat up violently and angrily ordered the Japanese woman, “Unbutton my panties, and wash there too!”
The little nurse trembled for a moment, didn’t say anything, and meekly hung her head, a pair of small hands rubbing at my crotch through my thin panties. My whole body was so hot that it was hard to resist. Under Nurse Ono’s skillful hand rubbing, my penis had swollen to enormous proportions. Nurse Ono gently pulled down my underwear, and my erect rod immediately jumped out. Nurse Ono shyly held the huge rod and rubbed it gently and skillfully. All these years I was not married and there was no shortage of women around me, but I never imagined that masturbation could feel so marvelous. Japanese people are really dedicated! Seeing my penis getting bigger and bigger, I couldn’t bear it anymore, and clasped the little nurse’s palate, and with a gentle squeeze, the little nurse opened her mouth, and I pulled her towards my body, and my thick penis was stuffed in the Japanese woman’s small mouth.
Nurse Ono took the top half of the cock and sucked gently, her soft tongue skillfully licking the swollen glans. “So cozy.” I reveled in the continuous warm rejuvenating itch coming from my penis, and when I looked up, I saw on the dimly lit wall, a shapely figure pouting her ass, bending over the man’s crotch, rhythmically moving up and down the keych of the keych C. Japanese women are just not the same, huh?
For some reason, every move Nurse Ono made turned me on beyond belief. She rubbed my swollen scrotum on one side and rimmed the root of my cock on the other, her mouth getting bigger and harder. I lay back down, letting my thick cock go even deeper into the Japanese woman’s throat, openly enjoying the gentle and delicate Japanese service.
The little nurse opened her mouth wide and took the rod deep, selling it and speeding it up. My penis is wet, the fire of desire in my chest burns more and more, I began to gasp loudly. Finally, unable to withstand such stimulation, I involuntarily sat up and pressed down on her head that was moving up and down, and my thick penis penetrated even deeper into my mouth and went straight to my throat. She violently dry-heaving, but I was completely intoxicated in the pleasure brought by thrusting the warm wet mouth, where do I still care about the feelings of the Japanese woman, just press her head to continue to jerk. The waves of pleasure went on and on.
The playful nurse’s cap was pressed and pulled up again and again in the clinging shadows on the wall, more and more sharply, more and more quickly. Suddenly, everything came to a halt. I held the little nurse’s head tightly, dead against my crotch, and a thick stream of semen spurted right into the depths of her mouth.
The young nurse gasped and cupped her hands, her mouth full of cum dripping slowly down her face.
“Please forgive me if I have served you poorly. May I return to the duty room?” Cleaning up my lower body and her own face, Nurse Ono timidly asked.
“Slut, you think this is the end? Take off your pants, get on the edge of the bed, pucker up and wait!”
By the time I had finished my glass of water, the Japanese woman was ready as instructed, her hands propped up on the edge of the bed, her short skirt and panties down to her feet, her pale, plump buttocks puckered high in the air, and spring water dripping wetly from between her pink pussy lips.
As I watched, my cock was hard as iron again. I held the nurse’s waist with both hands, pushed it between the wet lips of her pussy, wiggled it a little, and with a “Booze” sound, I pushed it all the way in. With an “ah”, the little nurse trembled, the pain of the huge penis forcing its way in to her, tearing her apart. She clenched her teeth, her eyes watering. I frantically made several consecutive thrusts, the Japanese woman’s tight vagina gave me immense pleasure, a never-before-seen euphoria spread throughout my body. I took a deep breath and stopped, pulling out half of my cock, experiencing the feeling of being tightly wrapped by the woman on one side, and giving the poor Japanese woman a little time to catch her breath and adapt.
Japanese woman doggy-style lying down. Looking at the white ass, plump thighs, and white transparent stockings, I was incredibly excited and slowly resumed pumping. With one exploration and inclusion after another, the strange flesh gradually became familiar with each other. The pain was disappearing, leaving behind only brand new excitement and incomparable pleasure. The little nurse’s vagina was getting wetter and wetter, the adaptability of Japanese women is truly second to none!
Her entire upper body went limp, wobbling with my thrusts, a stream of lust running down her white thighs. That was only the beginning, however, as I thrust wildly, a wave of heat rolled over her, sending her into wave after wave of orgasm. Completely frantic, the little nurse crossed her toes, half-opened her mouth, and drove her snow-white ass to meet the Chinese man’s thrusts.
With the “popping” and “boinging” sounds of flesh hitting and rubbing together, I became more and more courageous. Finally, the people of China and Japan realized common prosperity. A stream of semen shot deep into the Japanese woman’s pussy, the little nurse closed her eyes tightly, her cheeks flushed, gasping and trembling.
I lay tiredly on the bed as Nurse Ono cleaned me up and dressed me, then cleaned herself up neatly and snuggled into my crotch, stroking it gently.
“You are so brave and strong, you must have been in the military at one time.”
“Yes, me, my dad, and my grandpa, were all soldiers, but only my grandpa fought in the war, with you Japanese.”
“Ah, surprisingly enough! I’m sorry for causing trouble for your country during the war.” The little nurse slowly got to my crotch. “My grandfather was also drafted to your country, for a short time, he was in the Itagaki supply wagon unit, and when the whole unit was crushed at a place called Pingxingguan, he was blown off his leg and escaped by lying on the ground and pretending to be dead.”
“Yeah? How come he doesn’t commit hara-kiri?”
“It was cut, in defeat, but the tip of the knife had just scratched his skin, and he fainted in fear. That’s how Grandfather lived until the Tanaka era.”
“That’s nothing. That Tojo, too, was too scared to hold his pistol.” I didn’t want to talk much about the ghost shit, because my cock, again, was starting to take off. “Junko, how many men have you had?”
“Ah, that, of course, is only one fiancé.”
“It’s Dr. Sato, isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh.”
Fantasizing that the serious Dr. Sato was also trapped in the duty room at the moment, and that he might push open the door to check the room at any time, I got excited again. I pulled the little nurse on top of me, kissing and caressing her thighs wrapped in thin white stockings.
“Tell me, me or Sato, who’s better?”
“Well, that, and Japanese men work hard, so it’s natural for them to be worse in that area. But, Sato took care of me, he bought several shock sticks.”
“Bah, Japanese men are so fucking nasty.” I continued to caress the young nurse’s thighs as I undid the tantalizing nurse’s uniform with my other hand and began to rub her breasts harder. “If you had to choose, would you want me or Sato?”
“It’s, it’s not easy to tell.”
“You Japanese still have time to be embarrassed? Speak!”
The Japanese woman didn’t speak in the end, she just straightened up, skillfully removed my pants, carefully straddled up, held my rod, aimed the glans at her own pussy, and slowly sat down on it. A shudder, the huge penis has penetrated deep into the body, strong stimulation immediately spread throughout the body, the little nurse could not help but let out a moan. I held her breasts with one hand and kneaded them with a gesture. The strong stimulation produced by the upper and lower at the same time, threw the woman’s shame to the sky.
The little nurse’s eyes were slightly open, her mouth tightly closed, enraptured in a frenzy of carnal desire. On the snowy white walls, the beautiful silhouette leaned forward over the man’s body bouncing up and down joyfully, endlessly. The Japanese woman’s body was getting hotter and more tilted, and her face was almost buried in my broad chest.
Having never experienced such free and active coitus, the young nurse kept wiggling her ass, experiencing the pleasure and excitement coming from her lower body, completely lost in the shocking waves of carnal desire. I was skillfully fondling my snow-white breasts while enjoying the pleasure of my meat stick moving in and out of my tight pussy. The Japanese woman struggled and soon entered the realm of madness.
With an oblivious yell, the wet cunt spasmed and clamped down tightly on my huge rod, and the little nurse’s entire upper body collapsed limply.
For me, this wasn’t the end. I rolled over and pinned the little nurse to my crotch, spreading her legs and kneeling between them.
The Japanese woman’s soft, bare, tender red honey lips quivered slightly between her legs. My thick, firm cock skillfully pressed against the woman’s peach. Taking one deep breath, I leaned over and hugged the woman’s smooth shoulders and back, my firm hips thrusting resolutely forward. Knowing that what was coming was coming, she obediently lifted her hips and took a long breath, allowing my cock to invade, no, enter, at the perfect angle.
I stuck my tongue in her mouth and sucked on it. The little nurse drifted into vertigo as she clung to my broad arms, and through the thin flesh-colored stockings, her legs wrapped around my waist in a death grip, straining to meet my rhythm.
The long night is about to end, and the dawn has appeared in the east. In 1937, during the July 7 Incident, my grandfather, a highly talented student at Yanjing University, angrily joined the military.
And now, seventy-one years later, I am in the ward of this so-called friendly hospital making peace with a Japanese woman. I began my final sprint without reservation. In this airtight ward, everything else in the human world ceased to exist. Warm humid air echoed only the man’s heavy breathing, the woman’s moaning, the soft bed is overburdened creaking, and wet flesh against each other issued by the “popping” sound. Finally, the crotch of the woman is another spasm, a clear spring gushed out of her pussy.
I fought hard, faster and harder. With the deepest thrust, a stream of hot semen shot straight into the woman’s body.
I continued to pump, and with a wild spurt of semen shooting out all over the place, Sino-Japanese relations were finally normalized.
By the time I came out of the bathroom, Nurse Ono had already tidied herself and her bed. The young girl was shrinking at the foot of the bed, her face sad and delicate, and I felt love and compassion and wrapped my arms around the girl’s soft shoulders.
“Junko, marry me and I’ll always make you happy.”
“Huh? How could that be? I’m engaged to Satou.”
“What’s a marriage contract? A marriage contract is meant to be torn up.” I lifted the little nurse’s chin with one hand and kissed her on the mouth, while my other hand restlessly probed into the girl’s panties and pressed down on her wet pussy and rubbed it.
“You see, this place belongs to me.”
“No, Sato thinks it belongs to him.”
“Nonsense, this land belongs to us, China.”
“But it does belong to Japan now.”
“China.”
“Japan.”
“Well, Junko, arguing won’t solve anything.” As soon as I pulled off the little nurse’s panties, I spread her legs and pushed my thick cock in hard once more. “Let’s put aside our disputes and work together.”
A year later, my store had a gentle and modest little boss lady who stood at the door every morning and bowed to thank the first customers. I kept my mouth shut about where she came from and didn’t say a word. All we knew was that she was Japanese and had worked as a nurse.