1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

The alchemist, whose head was forced down, trembled slightly, but she swallowed even deeper, actively accepting the thick life essence flowing out of her beloved. Her cheeks were slightly sunken, and her small mouth was like a vacuum, trying hard to suck out every remaining drop of essence.

Because the spray was too much, even the alchemist couldn't bear it all, and some of the liquid flowed down the corners of her mouth and dripped onto her roundness; but why would the humanoid care about this?

She continued to suck and swallow vigorously, licking the giant thing that completed the great harmony of life with a satisfied and worshipful look. This kind of psychological and physical double comfort is understood by those who understand.

The still strong flesh made a crisp sound when it was pulled out from the mouth that was greedily sucking on it.

After the pleasure, Mark slowly opened his eyes and looked at the alchemist who was kneeling on the ground and breathing heavily. His sexual desire gradually subsided, and a feeling of pity arose spontaneously.

He reached out and gently stroked the beautiful, smooth silver hair. The alchemist, like an obedient kitten, squinted her eyes and leaned against his palm, enjoying the caress. "Commander, are you comfortable? If you have any other requests, I can also..."

“Well, I’m comfortable…but how about you?”

Although it was a tactical humanoid, Mark subconsciously regarded it as a human because it looked almost the same as a human. However, he soon realized that he might have made some mistakes - as an artificial creature, could a humanoid also have sexual pleasure? He had never discussed this issue with anyone because this technology was beyond his general understanding as he came from the 2020s.

"Of course I feel comfortable too!"

The alchemist grinned as he climbed up from the ground, straightened slightly, and knelt on the sofa. He took his commander's hand and rubbed his private parts. He felt an unimaginably muddy mass. Mark pulled his fingers out in surprise, and a sticky liquid formed long, transparent threads between them. "Is this... the same as a human's? Whew... It doesn't seem to have any special smell..."

“Of course not, because the main ingredient is actually water!”

Seeing the commander seemed very curious, the alchemist smiled and explained:

"Any humanoid that can enter this world is equipped with a body that is as close to human as possible, while maintaining combat effectiveness, and even surpasses it in some aspects. "Humans have limbs, and we have limbs too. Humans have breasts, and we have breasts too. Humans have organs that can produce fluids, and we have organs made of better materials.

"So, whether it's human organs, emotions, or physiological reactions... we can imitate them almost perfectly. For example, we have sexual desire, but I can actively shut it off..." "Huh? Shut it off?"

"Yes, but I will never turn off when I'm with you, hehe..."

As she spoke, the alchemist leaned back on the sofa, spread her thighs, and revealed her dew-covered, mesmerizingly beautiful pistil. "Commander, would you like to come closer... Mmm!!"

When her fingers touched the little red bean, the alchemist couldn't help but let out a charming moan.

"Is this reaction...real?" "Of course...Commander..."

The alchemist gasped and said:

"I've already adjusted the sensitivity to the highest setting. Please...please be gentle, otherwise, I'll have to add more today... Ugh!"

As if he had found something interesting, Mark gently rubbed his fingers over it, stimulating an organ that was no different from a human's except that it was more delicate. His fingers slowly massaged the artificial bean until it was sufficiently moist, then he gradually penetrated the narrow flower border and expertly explored the location of the G-spot.

The alchemist's body twisted and turned with the gentle stirring, and the adjusted receiving system amplified the pleasure many times over. She retracted her long legs, and the unbearable trickle of pleasure soon overflowed into a river. She could only suppress the overwhelming pleasure and moan:

"Commander, there's no need to be so cautious. It's okay to be a little rougher..."

Despite this, Mark's approach was still very gentle, because that was his personality; however, the alchemist's next words almost made him lose his mind:

"I know, Commander, you've been feeling lonely and scared, so please vent your negative emotions on me! That way, you won't feel any pain."

".."

Mark's fingers trembled and went straight into the slit, causing the woman's body to twist and moan even louder, but his voice became a little colder:

"What did you say?"

"Commander, I understand you far better than the agent does. I'm familiar with every sensitive spot in you, and I know the dark emotions lurking within you." "...What happened in that world?"

"Yes."

"But I'm not from that world, and I'm not your commander."

A flicker of surprise crossed the alchemist's face, but it quickly transformed into a smile of understanding and tolerance. "Sure enough, this is why you didn't touch the agents."

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm just more convinced that you are my commander, absolutely."

The alchemist touched Mark's stiff cheek, grabbed the iron rod that had just been released in his mouth but was still extremely hard, and said gently: "Come, please come in quickly, I will use everything I have to tell you that no matter which world you are, you are my only one."

"

156 Veterans never die, they just stick to the tracks

The next day, when the sun was already high in the sky, Mark slowly woke up. He felt a little tired, but also very refreshed.

How many times did you ejaculate yesterday?

Five, six, or seven times?

It seems like he has entered and released in every hole in her body at least twice? Fortunately, this body is only 20 years old, otherwise she might really die of exhaustion in bed.

However, just as the alchemist had said, through this action, some of the negative emotions that had been accumulating inside me since arriving in this strange world have indeed disappeared. This woman... seems to really understand me...

Thinking of this, Mark couldn't help but kiss the woman who was still sleeping beside him, gently shaking her numb arms. The latter woke up immediately, propped herself up and smiled sweetly:

"Commander? You're awake so early?"

As she moved, the two round balls bounced, causing Mark's penis to jump as well, and he instantly came again. There was no way around it, having sex with a doll was so much more pleasurable than having sex with a human, it could even be said to be a huge difference in magnitude.

Not to mention the psychological satisfaction brought by absolute obedience and gentleness, the psychological relaxation brought by absolute cleanliness, and the oppressive feeling that is stimulated to the extreme, let's talk about... the anus; in his past and present lives, Mark has never liked to touch that place, whether it is嵯娥浩 or Wanrong, he would not touch it, because it is an excretion organ, and it is dirty just thinking about it, even enema is dirty, but the human form is different.

Not only is it extremely clean (humans don't need to excrete), but it will also secrete lubrication due to stimulation just like the previous one...hiss...get up quickly, get up quickly, you can't be King Zhou anymore.

Mark shook his head and changed the subject:

"...Come to think of it, I didn't ask you yesterday. Your men said you went to Washington... but were you just lying in ambush to test them?" "At first, yes, but later on, not entirely."

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

"If I hadn't received the distress signal here, I would have planned to go to Washington first..."

The next day, everyone boarded the Los Angeles Mafia's private jet, piloted by UMP9, who was just as skilled at flying as her sister. Although the range was less than 4000 kilometers, airliners these days...

I understand everything I understand.

The first public route from New York to Los Angeles was not officially opened until the end of 1929, and it was mainly used to transport cargo, not to mention private aircraft.

So, after flying for a few hours, they had to stop in Missouri to refuel. Since flying at night was unsafe and there was no rush, they continued their journey the next day. "...Agent, have you found a signal now?"

"Sorry, Commander..."

"Don't keep apologizing. Just answer my question." "Yes, the situation is probably the same as the alchemist's..."

Looking at the alchemist clinging to Mark's arm, the agent's cheek twitched slightly as he continued, "As long as she doesn't turn on her phone, she won't be able to find me even if I send a signal."

"Oh...so it's just close-range thermal imaging, huh?"

"Yes."

"Well...I see."

Mark stopped asking questions and tilted his head to look out the window, just in time to see the plane pass by a large white domed building. "Is that... the White House?"

"No, Commander, that's Capitol Hill." "Oh..."

Hehe, if I wasn't on a plane, I would have wanted to crash into it... Allahu Akbar!!

Otherwise, organize a bunch of rednecks to take over Trump's job first?

As Mark was frantically recalling history, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a large number of shacks just across the river from the magnificent Capitol Hill. "Agent, what are those?"

"Uh... please wait a moment..."

The agent turned on the telescopic system, looked carefully for a while, and compared the information on the cloud map, and confirmed:

"If I'm not mistaken, these people are probably World War I veterans and their families. They're living here to request compensation from the US government..." Oh... so that's what it is!

"Hooverville"!

"Army members petition for wages"!

"Old soldiers never die, they just get stuck on the tracks"! The Five-Star Emperor is so shameless. Ma suddenly wants to stir up trouble.

"It would be a beautiful thing if a group of veterans who had been repeatedly deceived by the US government were demanding the compensation they deserved, only to be forcibly suppressed by the US Army and then bravely defeat the suppressors and storm the Capitol...

Mark told several people about this idea. The alchemist supported it without hesitation, but the agent hesitated: "Commander, I don't recommend this."

"Oh? Why?"

"Because this will cause the deaths of many innocent people, especially these veterans who brought their families with them. In history, when they were suppressed by the US military, dozens of children and babies were killed or injured..."

Mark and the alchemist both looked at the agent with incredulous eyes, and the fellow Iron-Blooded Doll even asked directly:

"Agent, when did you become so soft-hearted? Was your cloud atlas replaced? Or is there a bug?"

"...It's not that I'm soft-hearted, but... I have to consider the commander's feelings." "Oh?"

"If an innocent baby dies because of his momentary urge, what will happen to the commander's heart? Will he still be the commander we know?"

Several people were silent.

After a moment, Mark reached out and squeezed the agent. "Thank you. You're right to remind me."

"That's right, Commander. But could you please move your hand away from my chest while you're talking?" "Oh, mistake, mistake. I pinched the wrong spot."

The two smiled at each other, and the slight sense of alienation was completely swept away.

However, what these people didn't know was that at this very moment, a commotion was happening in the veterans' camp. "Ms. Spring, thank you! Thank you so much!"

Seeing their ten-month-old son's high fever finally subside thanks to the care of this beautiful, gentle, and kind woman, a World War I veteran in his thirties and his wife burst into tears of gratitude. "You're welcome, sir. It's my duty to lend a hand to those in need."

A woman with beautiful flaxen braided hair smiled gently, put on her white gloves again, gently patted the dust off her white dress, and asked, "Is there anyone else who needs help? If not, I will go help others."

"No, no! If there's anything you need from me or my wife, please let me know!"

Okay, I will. If possible, please bury all the garbage around here with lime. This will prevent the occurrence of many infectious diseases. "Yes!"

Seeing the veteran salute, the woman smiled again and returned the salute. She picked up the uniform she had worn over her long skirt, and her dark brown boots left deep footprints in the mud. As she left, the veteran, his family, and other veterans stood up straight and saluted. There was no greed or lust in their eyes, only respect and admiration.

Without the medicine and food that Ms. Spring brought, I wonder how many people in the camp would have suffered from hunger and disease, and how many would have been driven to despair. What a beautiful woman!

Ms. Spring's father must be a very patriotic American veteran, otherwise, how could her daughter have so much American in her?

An American flag headband, a US Army uniform from the Civil War era, American-style combat boots... and behind her, a seemingly modified Springfield M1903 rifle. One can only trust one's own people...

The woman led a dozen young men and women to the next "home" of a veteran in need of help, giving instructions as they went:

"Glenn, take a few people and go help Old John and his family. It seems their shed was blown down by the wind last night. If you need any materials, come to me and get money for them."

"Yes! Miss Spring!"

A short, freckled young man waved to his friends and left.

"Jenny, here's $5. Take Halvey and the others with you, and go buy some brown bread and some milk powder. Come back and check on them. If they need any medicine, please ask the pharmacist to buy them on credit and tell him I told you to." "Yes! Sister Spring!"

A tall, well-built girl took the money and led the people away. "Chima... Johnson... Linda..."

One by one, the young people were called out, received new orders, and left one after another. Everything seemed so orderly and without mistakes.

The rest of the group was filled with admiration for the beautiful and gentle older sister before them. This was Ms. Spring, the heart of the entire veterans' camp!

However, a few minutes later, the "core" ran into trouble: "You are Ms. Spring Enfield, right?"

"You are suspected of inciting the public... Come with us!"

157 The Gentle Battle Saint

"...Come with us!"

As several bloated policemen lecherously surveyed Spring Enfield, their eyes gazing at them with disgust, everyone understood what had happened. Immediately, several young men and middle-aged veterans stood up furiously, blocking the way for their beloved lady with their bodies, and yelled at the policemen:

"What do you want to do! Get out! Don't even think about touching Miss Spring!!"

"First put the person in jail and then do this and that" and so on, in fact, everyone is not unfamiliar with it, because they have seen it too many times in the past. Moreover, Miss Spree is so beautiful that some people have long been worried that she might get into trouble one day because of her beauty.

In the end, no one expected that this day would come so early!

damn it!

If you touch someone else, we might swallow our anger and negotiate a few words, but if anyone dares to touch Miss Spree, we will fight him to the death!

The police had never expected that just arresting someone, like usual, would cause such a big reaction. After two seconds of silence, they immediately pulled out their batons in anger and threatened:

"What the hell are you doing, you damn maggots! Back off! Back off! Or I'll take you in too!"

However, the threats that would usually work were completely in vain today. Instead of retreating, the veterans stood up straight, took a few steps forward, and confronted the police with batons. It was not only because Ms. Spring was beautiful, but also because she had helped too many people in the more than one month since she came here.

It is no exaggeration to say that she is completely working tirelessly and wasting her life to help these impoverished veterans and their families who cannot afford medical care or food! Who would dare to touch such a "saint"?

The confrontation was interrupted by a gentle voice: "My friends, please don't get excited."

Ms. "Spring Enfield," also known as the Tactical Humanoid Springfield, smiled and patted the shoulders and arms of several veterans who stood in front of her to protect her. She pleaded, "Please move aside! I'll talk to them."

"Miss Spring, but..."

"It's okay. I don't want you to stand in my way, and I don't want you to get hurt or encounter misfortune. This is trouble I brought upon myself."

".."