Just a little extras page about the events that would take place after Sakurako starts World War 3. Whether you take it seriously as part of the story or not, that's up to you. If you don't like gore or rape, I advise you to not read the second section. Otherwise, please enjoy.

"Have you seen the women of the West? They're fat, ugly, and unfeminine. They care only for their own narcissistic desires and don't give a damn if society scorns them for it. Well we here have a saying about that... the nail that sticks out gets hammered down!" The entirety of the stadium began clapping and cheering with overwhelming support. Sakurako smiled smugly. She truly believed that she was the leader the country not only deserved, but needed.

"We will bring about havoc upon both the Middle East and the West and subjugate them to our rightful rule. We will rape them to submission and kill those that defy us! And any Japanese that denies their superiority... shall be treated just the same as those filthy savages! You're either with us or against us!"

Cold, unfeeling eyes focused on the two people at the center of the room. One person was one of their own, while the other was a small, petite French girl helplessly being raped from behind by the former. The poor little girl she was violating had already stopped crying by the time she lost count of how many soldiers had been inside of her. She simply closed her damp, puffy eyes and willed for this all to be over, though she knew for certain that it would end with her death.

The Imperial Japanese army had successfully taken control of this French city and were having fun with the locals. While the rest of their unit was out having contests over who could behead the most children, this particular group decided to pay a visit to this little girl's house. Her mother, well... she must've been out buying groceries.

The soldier moaned with perverse pleasure as she emptied everything she had into the young girl. So many had already deposited their loads inside her that there was semen pooling onto the ground. While the soldier readjusted her uniform pants and walked back to the rest, their Captain gave a short nod of approval. She directed her rigid eyes to the remaining soldiers.

"Next. Sugiura." Yes, even the females were required to participate during these sort of acts. Rather than using a penis they didn't have, they were expected to get creative with their victims. Her comrades were silent as she stepped forward to the girl, whose arms were restrained by two other soldiers. Gripping her gun nervously, Ayano tried to figure out what to do.

What was she supposed to do anyway? She knew several different ways to skin a soldier's scalp, but sexual torture was not part of her training. Was she supposed to finger her to death?

The Captain gulped down her whiskey before setting it back down on the wooden table. "Come on, Sugiura. Did you forget your military training already? Tell me, what do we do to Europeans?"

Ayano struggled to find the right words. "W-we... we... um..."

"Looks like she needs a little help. Will anyone care to tell her what we do to Europeans?"

The soldiers were silent, none of them having the courage to speak up.

"No one? My, my, surely someone must remember our motto for these blue-eyed freaks. Ishi?"

The woman who was called upon raised her head up nervously. Gulping, she stuttered, "W-we rape them like they're humans, then when you're done, they go back to being pig skin."

"That's right! I was beginning to think maybe all of you were more like the white-skins than I thought, brainless, stupid buffoons." She threw her head back in laughter, the others awkwardly laughing along with her. The Captain abruptly stopped and turned back to Ayano. "Now get on with it, you spineless milksop."

Ayano nodded slowly. She's had enough of being humiliated by her higher ups for being a coward. Enough of the brutal war conditions she's had to endure. It was time she prove to both her commanding officer and comrades that she was just as capable as the rest of them.

She aimed her gun's bayonet towards the girl and shoved the blade straight into her pussy. The girl cried out in agony as she felt the bayonet tear through her insides and puncture her womb. With new determination, Ayano dug it in deeper until it wouldn't go any further. The soldiers restraining the girl fought to keep her in place as she began to squirm like the pathetic subhuman she was. Ayano heard the sound of zippers going down from behind her and she guessed the other women had started masturbating.

The Captain smirked. She didn't know Sugiura had it in her. "Now move it back and forth, like you were raping her."

Ayano did as she was told. That was her job. Following orders, no matter what they were. She pulled back the bayonet which brought about a flow of fresh blood to mix with the cum down below. Gritting her teeth, she began thrusting the bayonet in and out of her as if to substitute for her lack of a penis. She pitied the girl's tortured screams but she knew that the louder they were the more pleased her Captain would be.

Honestly, with every atrocious act she committed she felt as if she lost a part of her humanity. The person she was before the war was someone she didn't know anymore. The girl she was inflicting pain upon was nothing more than a piece of meat in her eyes. Ayano continued to mutilate her until the girl's vagina became unrecognisable, looking more like something you would buy at a butcher rather than a brothel.

Panting, Ayano withdrew her bayonet and at the same time the two other soldiers released the girl, allowing her to fall limply to the floor. She pleaded for them to put her out of her misery, which brought a sadistic smile to the Captain's face.

"Well, Sugiura? You heard her." Her superior offered her her own katana. "Put the poor girl out of her misery." The Captain herself grabbed a fistful of the young girl's hair and lifted her head up so that Ayano had clear access. Her naked body was visibly shaking. The Captain found it absolutely adorable and knelt down to whisper softly into her ear: "It's alright... it'll be over soon." She stood back up and met Ayano's gaze. "Finish her off."

This had only been the fourth time Ayano was ordered to behead someone. The first time, she felt sick to her stomach and cried afterwards. The second time was quicker but she still felt deep remorse for her victim. By the third, she surprised herself by somehow getting a thrill out of it.

Of course, the moments leading up to the victim's death were always the most nerve-wracking. Ayano raised the katana high above in preparation for the kill. She reminded herself that she had done this before and that this was all just a normal part of war. Yes, this was war. People died in war whether you liked it or not. Of course, she could only pray that her family back home would be safe, but that could not be guaranteed. Taking a deep breath, she brought down the sword in a practised motion, its edge slicing cleanly through the girl's flesh until there was no more flesh left to cut through. Blood splattered all over the walls, her uniform, and the floor, which the now headless, twitching body fell onto. Where blood was supposed to be flowing through her veins flooded out and pooled around her. Bodily wastes were expelled soon after.

Ayano's heart was pounding with excitement. It was one thing to shoot people with your gun but it was a whole 'nother thing to get up and personal like this. She knew that she would have to keep doing this more later on, so she may as well accept it. With newfound adrenaline pumping through her, Ayano returned the katana back to its owner.

The Captain took it with a slight grin. "You did good, soldier." She turned to the rest. "We're done here. Head outside with the others, we'll celebrate our victory." Glancing back at the severed head, she continued, "We're gonna have ourselves a game of soccer."

A/N: It's been way too long since I've written guro c: