Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

How wonderful it is to be in Tokyo! I can even tease Li Xinghe.

Going back to Washington would be the end of it; I'm hiding in my little confessional every day to protect myself.

Left with no other option, the Billy Graham family reluctantly agreed to help cover for Austen, allowing her to dress up and have fun with the Tokyo authorities. When the Secret Service came to inspect, her sisters would dress up as nuns to help her out.

However, they also hurriedly notified the Japanese side, hoping that while assisting in covering it up, they would absolutely prevent her from accessing any inappropriate content. If it were just about having sex with Li Xinghe, that would be one thing—after all, which nun doesn't have lustful dreams?—but they hoped she wouldn't go astray, especially not get pregnant.

As a traditional Christian family, Lu Yuchi Hua Yingmei was shocked to learn that the young empress was allowed to travel around freely, and she slammed her hand on the table in disbelief.

"Oh no, we absolutely can't let her get mixed up with that little rascal Kokubun Makabe."

But it was too late.

The Tokyo Ariake Comic Con Center at this time.

Despite being full of mischief, Kokubun Makabe appears to outsiders as gentle, reliable, and elegant. He is seen strolling through a comic convention center with a little queen dressed in a black nun's robe.

She did it on purpose, of course, and was the first to guess why Austin had dragged Li Xinghe into the confessional. So she quickly tracked down the temporarily freed Queen and volunteered to teach her how to be a bad woman.

What do you want to learn?

"Why is Li Xinghe unmoved by my temptations?" Austin wondered. She had already taken her pants off.

Isn't this what's common in American news reports about pedophilia?

"I teach you."

Arriving at Yamato Keira's doujinshi booth, Kokubun Makabe, with a mischievous grin, handed Austin to Yamato Keira:

"Let her see your treasured collection and learn from it."

Teacher Big Cucumber looked completely bewildered:

"What the hell?"

All day long, little Austin sat blushing in the back of the comic convention, muttering things like, "How can such evil things exist in this world? I must seriously criticize and read about them!"

After watching a lot of comics and anime, especially at comic conventions where the quality varied greatly—some were very funny, while others had very erotic storylines—Austen, who came from a church school, quickly went astray.

Ultimately, she was just a 14-year-old girl. In church schools, young girls would privately exchange makeup tips and how to dress more sexy and fashionable. When Austin learned new knowledge, she immediately grasped it all, as if she had been enlightened and suddenly understood.

It was afternoon.

There was a knock on Li Xinghe's office.

"Please come in."

Li Xinghe looked up and saw that it was Austin who had come in.

She still looks like that conservative nun who is very steady and covered in a long dress.

But in fact, she carefully styled her hair to look mature and sexy, applied purple eyeshadow and eyeliner, lightly applied foundation to her face, and subtly enhanced her red lips, instantly transforming her persona into one that was both sexy and mature.

The rounded ankles encased in purple stockings peeking out from the sides of the nun's robe seemed to beckon Li Xinghe to explore the secrets beneath. The slender ribbon high heels and the high slits of the nun's robe seemed to tell Li Xinghe that there was no obstruction here, and inside was only a charming body encased in stockings.

Like a lewd nun who looks very serious on the outside, but seems to make 'ah ho ho ho' sounds with just a slight move.

Austin slightly lifted her skirt, revealing her thighs encased in sexy purple stockings.

The most terrifying thing was that she slowly pulled out a thin dog leash from around her neck, tempting Li Xinghe like a young, seductive mistress bewitching her apprentice.

"Don't you want to take me away?"

These are all the skills she learned in one day!

Li Xinghe's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt that the table could no longer contain his enormous Xinghe in his crotch.

He hurriedly waved his hand:

"Get out of here, I have something to do. An American diplomat is looking for me..."

I'm busy with important matters, little brat, stop fooling around.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing that the US ambassador to Japan was coming, Austin hurriedly crawled down and hid under Li Xinghe's table.

The little empress unbuttoned the top of her neck, and two pieces of black cloth fell down, revealing a hidden cleavage. She was wearing an extremely erotic Japanese nun's habit, with a female dog collar around her neck, and she knelt under Li Xinghe's desk, even winking at him.

Then, the US ambassador knocked on the door.

The current ambassador to Japan is George Edward Glass.

He came to visit because of the transportation costs related to the rising price of natural gas.

"Ah, hello."

Li Xinghe was sitting on his desk when he suddenly felt a tightness in his buttocks and realized that his pants had been pulled down by Queen Austin.

The already unacceptable Da Xinghe was exploited and abused by the hateful little girl, who used her sweet little red lips to kiss and swallow him, her little tongue clumsily rubbing against Da Xinghe's body, subjecting him to severe interrogation!

"Hello... Hello."

Li Xinghe tried to straighten his back, but Glass pulled him aside to discuss the auditing of natural gas transportation fees.

The little empress, having learned some wicked idea from somewhere, actually wanted to learn deep swallowing and spitting. In particular, she couldn't see it, but she could feel her hidden little thing moving. This torture was unbearable for Da Xinghe, who lost consciousness after spitting out his essence.

Finally, Ambassador Glass left with satisfactory terms.

When Li Xinghe looked down, he saw Sister Austin, who had never experienced anything like this before and was dancing on the edge of a knife where her life could be executed at any moment, and had become even more uninhibited. She had learned how to seduce men like a sexy girl in a comic book.

She even stretched out her hands, made a "V" sign near her ears, opened her small mouth full of milk, and slowly swayed her tongue, which was covered in white liquid.

Li Xinghe's hands clenched tightly, trembling.

Queen Austin swallowed all the white essence into her belly, then lifted her nun's robe to reveal her soft, fragrant, and slightly protruding belly.

"Could you please take my hymen away?"

Li Xinghe couldn't hold back his tears, even though he was a tough guy:

"My pure love has been extinguished!"

I came to report on my work, but I found a girl squatting downstairs in the office. Takajo Mayu ruthlessly complained:

"You have no concept of pure love. First, approve my documents. Then take this little brat out and fuck him."

……

On the other side, in the United States.

Having mortgaged his wife in exchange for LNG transportation capacity from Japan and South Korea, His Majesty Vance reviews the reports from the Billy Graham family and the Secret Service every day. In particular, the Billy Graham family takes a group photo every morning and evening and sends it to Vance to prove that the Billy Graham family has been working hard to incite evangelicals in Japan and South Korea to cause trouble for Li Xinghe.

Of course, Vance would also order the Secret Service to find the Billy Graham family every day and obtain Austin's daily photos.

His empress looked unremarkable in every photograph, always wrapped up tightly.

What Vance didn't know was that although they looked exactly the same, the nun's gowns were undergoing a complete transformation, changing every single day.

Sometimes it's black stockings with red high heels, a camisole with pink nipple covers; sometimes it's completely naked, and three band-aids are all it takes.

But Vance couldn't see any of this.

Is this really a good idea?

Blanca, Vance's slave girl, knew nothing, but she just thought it was unreliable to run away from Washington to Mexico.

Although Mexico has more drugs.

“I know this is wrong. But I have no choice, I need the money.”

Vance was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

By mortgaging the Billy Graham family's assets in exchange for the LNG freighter, and with Europe's soaring natural gas prices bringing in a flood of commercial orders, the United States, as the world's largest natural gas producer, could naturally transform these orders into the hottest financial products on the market.

With this strategy, Vance finally managed to raise approximately 5000 billion RMB through a combination of sales, loans, and financial investments. This money, which wouldn't depreciate like the dollar, was then pledged to the Pentagon.

The Pentagon got the money, made arrangements at all levels, and the military-industrial complex got the money. Finally, they were willing to produce high-tech equipment. The B-2 bomber was repaired, the F-35 engine was replaced, and various new missile prototypes suddenly became usable.

The Joint Chiefs of Staff accelerated its decision-making process, and various military leaders showered His Majesty Vance with money. Recruiting was expedited, and five newly formed infantry divisions, using mothballed Cold War equipment, roared south in infantry fighting vehicles.

In other words, without this unexpected new revenue from natural gas, Vance would lack the financial capacity to launch a major southward offensive against Mexico.

Now that the funds are in place, the natural course of action is to first conquer Mexico, then force Li Xinghe to leave Alaska, and finally achieve the grand goal of dominating North America.

Therefore, Vance's mood at this moment was indeed like that of the male protagonist in some cuckoldry dramas.

Looking at Austin, who was wrapped up tightly in the photo, with suspicion, I felt that she was only 14 years old and wouldn't go astray.

On the one hand, he couldn't help but wonder if that bastard Li Xinghe was planning some outrageous bad things, like coveting his wife or something.

After much thought, there was only one way to resolve this.

Vance deftly pulled a small packet of drugs from his pocket: "Want some?"

Secretary Blanca immediately knelt down in front of Vance, drooling like a little bitch, and licked Vance's little bean sprout.

Even after he had his fun, Vance was still under immense mental pressure.

It's not just a matter of cuckoldry fantasies; he's more afraid that his economic reforms will still fail.

So, after much agonizing thought, Vance and his secretary started using drugs together, hoping the euphoric hallucinations would alleviate the heavy mental pressure.

While Vance was high, the First Army was moving into attack positions.

Mad Dog Solz finally made his way south from Canada, slowly leading his newly formed heavy mechanized division.

Salz didn't want to leave Canada; he felt life in Ottawa, Montreal, and Toronto was excellent. Why bother fighting impoverished Mexico when there was money and profit to be made?

However, Vance insisted on urging him, and he could only delay with various excuses. Finally, after the Army Logistics Department delivered the M1 Abrams tank, Soltz had no choice but to head south to Texas.

Regarding the current situation where several National Guard infantry divisions are still playing house with drug lords and warlords on the border, Salz commented:

"There's no need to get entangled with drug lords and warlords. Just admit we won't take them down. It's all about bribery!"

Drug lords and warlords are not invincible; they know they are in danger.

The problem is, Vance and the Republicans have been constantly hyping up the warlord issue, demanding their heads as sacrifices every day for years. The drug lords and warlords have already built their own armored forces. What price would it cost to get them to surrender now?

After realizing this method wouldn't work, Solz bit his finger and said:

"Then let's bypass the two roads and go straight to the center."

Mexico's east and west coasts are respectively controlled by the Sinaloa Group and the Son of Los Cetas. The Mexican plateau in the middle, however, is controlled by government forces.

Ignore the harassment and obstruction from the drug cartel, just walk straight in and knock the Mexican government out with one punch, right?

However, this plan was not approved.

Because of the United States' logistical capabilities, they cannot do this.

Fortunately, when funds became available, the CIA provided the location of the drug cartel headquarters on the eastern side of Mexico.

Therefore, the Pentagon immediately formulated a large-scale operational plan.

In the early hours of the morning, while the residents of New Laredo were still asleep, a B-2 bomber flew over New Laredo and a GBU-57 bunker buster bomb fell from the sky, smashing through the basement of the Son of Los Setas drug cartel leader.

Boom!

The head of a criminal organization was killed.

The First Army immediately crossed the border river, and tanks and heavy artillery bombarded the drug cartel. Various advanced experimental missiles flew in the air, and drone jamming equipment and signal jammers swept around the area, severely disrupting communication.

The scattered drug cartel quickly collapsed under the fierce attack of the First Army. Special forces, guided by drone reconnaissance, entered the scene and wreaked havoc everywhere.

New Laredo was captured overnight.

Like a heavy hammer blow!

Vance crossed the border with great delight, praising the First Army for its effective combat.

Solz then pointed to the map and outlined the next steps in the battle plan:

"Mexico has deployed its main forces near Mexico City. In that small area of ​​the Mexican Plateau, whether on the northern or southern border, they rely almost entirely on the deterrence of 52 local infantry battalions or special forces."

Mexico has a total of ten infantry brigades, forming three corps. The First Corps is stationed near Mexico City, the Second Armored Corps consists of three armored brigades, and the Third Corps consists of three light infantry brigades. These three forces, along with the gendarmerie brigade and the presidential guard, constitute the main force surrounding Mexico City.

Besides these, there were 52 local battalions of various types, mostly infantry battalions of 350 men each, with a few light armored vehicle battalions, mechanized battalions, and small artillery battalions. These troops were utterly ineffective and could only retreat from the city when fighting broke out.

Based on this military deployment, Solz still hoped to clear the two routes and proceed directly to the center.

But the Pentagon was determined not to fight that way due to logistical constraints.

The two sides were deadlocked.

While the debate was raging, an emergency statement from the Mexican government appeared on the television set at the new interim command center.

Claudia Sinbaum's acerbic mockery of Vance on television inspired national resistance:

"That impotent, 400-pound fat man will never get into Mexico City. Mexicans, let's fight him together. Their attack is like Vance's sexual prowess, it'll probably only last a few seconds. When they become inflamed and dysfunctional like Vance's prostate, the Mexicans will win. At least we won't have to pawn the emperor's wife to get money."