Chapter 349: Women in War

That afternoon marked the first time Anna had left her room since recovering from her injuries. She went straight to Akado’s office. She che

That afternoon marked the first time Anna had left her room since recovering from her injuries. She went straight to Akado’s office. She cherished her days with Akado, so even if she couldn’t protect him, she still wanted to just sit by his side. She knew that she had come to deeply rely on Akado, but despite this, she still felt incredibly happy.

“Are there any newspapers here?” Anna, who had always stood in this office before, now chose a comfortable sofa, leaning back lazily. She looked at Akado with a slight blush, her big eyes blinking as she asked.

“Yes. What do you want a newspaper for?” Akado was a little surprised. He was dealing with some trivial matters related to the Junker aristocrats and looked somewhat busy. He asked without looking up. Because his attention was not on her, he couldn’t quite follow Anna’s train of thought and just asked casually.

Anna smiled slightly, a hint of rosiness on her face, which was just recovering from a serious illness. Her face was a little rounder than before she was injured, making her look even more devastatingly beautiful. “I’m just sitting here. Am I not welcome? Even if I can’t protect you, I still want to just stay with you like this. You know, I used to think I was very happy, happier than sister Mercedes and Fanny, because I could just be by your side.”

The corners of Akado’s mouth turned up. Could this be the legendary office romance? If only Anna weren’t injured, perhaps in a little while, the two of them could have staged a passionate scene that only appears in Japanese action films.

Sighing, he put away his slightly dirty imagination. Akado pointed to a rack in the corner of the wall that was full of newspapers. “Over there,” he said, and then continued with his work, which was spread out on his desk.

A short while later, the office was quiet again. Anna sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, dressed in a black SS uniform. The uniform gave this beautiful woman a capable and valiant aura, but the top two buttons on her collar, closest to her neck, were not fastened, revealing a patch of snow-white skin, which added a touch of lazy urban flavor to the girl who was leaning on the soft sofa.

Her long, curly hair was draped over her back, and her face, without any makeup, was as exquisite as a work of art. Although she had been recuperating in bed for many days, which had left her face still with a hint of haggardness, her lips, which had already regained their bright red color, would move from time to time, alluring and captivating.

It was longer than Akado had imagined. It wasn’t until dusk that he finally finished reading the last file in a daze, having dealt with the last few detailed improvements to the Tiger tank’s mass production plan. He casually tossed the thick stack of paper in his hand to one side, stretched, and yawned. “Hah…”

At the same moment, he looked up and saw a charming figure asleep on the sofa opposite him. Her breathing was even, her high chest rising and falling. A newspaper was covering her long legs, and her beautiful face was gilded with a layer of golden yellow by the setting sun. The scene was as tranquil as a painting.

He didn’t know when Anna had fallen asleep. In the room, there were only Akado and the sleeping Anna. Akado raised the corners of his mouth. He did not get up but carefully sorted the documents in front of him, neatly gathering the papers together.

Then he silently circled around his desk, and, tiptoeing step by step, he walked up to Anna, a mischievous smile on his face, ready to playfully pinch the beautiful, high-bridged nose of the girl before him.

At this moment, he was not like a decisive Führer, but more like a mischievous big boy who, taking advantage of a girl’s afternoon nap, would steal her eraser just so he could watch her anxiously search for it in the afternoon.

Of course, it seemed this move was not to be successful. Because suddenly, Anna’s foot shot out and kicked toward Akado’s knee. The lightning-fast speed caught Akado somewhat off guard. He had no choice but to quickly move the attacked leg to the side to dodge Anna’s fierce kick.

This movement made his body twist a little unnaturally. Akado, his center of gravity unstable, and fearing that he would accidentally touch Anna’s injured shoulder, had no choice but to brace himself and adjust his posture, and he slammed headfirst into a large globe on the side.

At the same time, the sleepy-eyed Anna also woke up. Just as she opened her eyes, she saw Akado miss his footing and crash to the side. Subconsciously, she reached out to steady him and just managed to catch the falling Akado.

With a crisp “clang,” Akado’s forehead hit the huge globe, as if hitting a wall. The great Führer immediately saw stars and felt the world spin.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Anna apologized in a flurry of panic. She scrambled up from the sofa and reached out to help Akado.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I didn’t expect you to be so alert even when you’re asleep,” Akado said, forcing a laugh and holding his aching forehead with his hand to hide his blush. He had tried to sneak up on a girl on a whim, but had ended up in such a state. He had truly tried to steal a chicken, only to lose the rice.

“I… I… I trained in an all-male barracks for a long time before. I could never sleep soundly. With the slightest movement, I… I would just subconsciously counter-attack first,” Anna’s face was also slightly red. If she had been awake, even if Akado had been taking off her clothes, she would not have been so embarrassed. It was just that years of habit had made Anna adapt to her living environment, and she subconsciously maintained her vigilance.

Anna’s stammering words made Akado’s heart feel as if a jar of mixed flavors had been overturned. It was a very unpleasant feeling. What had turned such a beautiful girl into this neurotic state? What good was his powerful Reich? It couldn’t even let his own woman sleep peacefully.

He was in a daze, thinking about these questions that he himself did not know how to answer. He did not notice that his hand had been taken by Anna, did not notice that Anna was extending her long, slender fingers to massage his forehead, did not notice the two 0th SS Division guards who had rushed in after hearing the strange noise. He just looked with loving eyes at his flustered beloved and let out a helpless sigh.

At dinner, Anna and Akado sat opposite each other at the dining table, each lost in their own thoughts. Anna was recalling the amusing afternoon in the Führer’s office. When she had hugged Akado, her face red, and had told the rushing 0th SS Division guards to get out, she must have been more shy than annoyed, right?

Akado, on the other hand, was savoring the words Anna had said to him. He thought of the female soldiers in military uniforms who had marched in goose-steps in front of his Führer’s Residence. He thought of the cute and strong young girls who should have been playing with dolls and reading books but were now carrying rifles. He thought of the female soldiers in the black SS uniforms, who stood before him with a valiant and heroic bearing, shouting, “Heil Führer Akado Rudolph!”

Would these female soldiers also wake up startled in the middle of some night? Did they sleep well in the barracks full of men? On the war-torn French front, in the concentration camps of Poland filled with tragic cries, on the bone-chilling Atlantic Ocean, how were these girls who had dedicated their youth to the fatherland to spend one terrible night after another?

Akado thought in his heart: The war should end, and it must end! End it quickly… all of it! Let these beautiful lives live peacefully in the sun! Give them happiness, joy, until the end of time, can I do that? Akado called out in his heart, over and over again. The Reich he had built with his own hands, wasn’t it so that the people under his rule could live a good life?

Just as Akado was struggling with his emotions, in another room in the important German city of Cologne, a passionate scene was unfolding at this very moment.

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“If I were you, I would be kissing my lips right now!” a beautiful woman said, her hands wrapped around the neck of a young officer, standing on her tiptoes and looking with affection at the tall German officer before her.

Heaven knows how long the man had waited for these words, for this moment. He had fallen in love with this woman who had haunted his dreams at the party where they had first met—but at that moment, this woman had been his own friend’s wife.

And now? This woman was in his arms! To hell with that so-called friend. Only by possessing this woman, only by ravishing this woman, was the true meaning of living in this world! God bless him, he held the other tightly in his arms, greedily sucking on the woman’s red lips.

Intertwined lips, tightly entangled tongues. The bodies of the man and woman were already burning hot. The man’s hands began to roam gently on the woman’s back. Her full bust was pressed tightly against his firm chest.

And the woman, who seemed to have been conquered by the man’s charm, had also opened her heart. Naturally, she would not be left behind. Her already-fallen soul drove her to hold the man’s magnificent body tightly with her hands, pressing her own charming body into the man’s embrace. She kissed the man back a little clumsily, and one of her hands also began to caress the man’s firm chest.

“I love you…” the man said indistinctly as he tore at the woman’s clothes with his hand. He then, in one smooth motion, caressed the woman’s soft long hair with one hand and her jade-like back with the other.

“…” Love? Are you even worthy of knowing what love is? The woman did not respond, because under the hazy moonlight, her face no longer had the infatuated expression from just now. She was just using the corner of her eye to stare at the briefcase that was placed not far away, thinking about how detailed the documents on the Crusader helicopter’s design drawings inside were.

How long had she been dead? It seemed that from the moment she had heard on the radio that the British agent, Ghost, had been killed on the spot, her soul had already died. What was left now was just a shell, just a revenge witch who was trying to obtain intelligence to take revenge, to bring Germany to ruin.