Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 4, Chapter 7

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Chapter Seven: An

Encounter with an Old Friend A thousand memories flooded my mind, but they largely aligned with what I'd heard recently. Because my eccentric father was stationed at the border year-round and away from Sara City, Yueying, pitying me as a toddler left in the Duke's mansion to be cared for by Uncle Fu and others, often came to look after me, bringing her younger sister of the same age with her.

At the time, I was naturally weak, and Uncle Fu and the others' clumsy care left me half-dead; Yueying's arrival was like a lifesaver. Although being dressed as a girl afterwards felt very awkward, if it weren't for that, Leng Linglan, who was already strictly adhering to the distinction between boys and girls at a young age, probably wouldn't have played with me.

So, looking back, Lanlan and I… that woman Leng Linglan, were indeed very close as children.

How close? Probably to the point where we wet the bed together, had competitions to see who could pee the farthest… something like that.

Yueying's love for me was undeniable, but after my childhood memories became fully clear, I discovered that Yueying was actually under a lot of pressure. It wasn't usually obvious, but whenever she drank, she would become a completely different person, full of energy and doing wild things that didn't conform to ladylike etiquette.

Was this simply a matter of poor drinking manners? I think it was more of an outlet for her emotions, because Yueying actually had a good tolerance for alcohol. Rather than being drunk, it was more like psychological self-hypnosis, releasing her pressure.

The most vivid memories are of several times when, in the quiet of the night, when no one was around, I was awakened by soft sobbing. I vaguely saw Yueying sitting by the bed, crying softly. The reason for her crying was unknown, only the deep sorrow in her eyes was heartbreaking.

After witnessing this scene for what seemed like the umpteenth time, the boy, who had only been silently watching, finally mustered the courage to act. He went to the girl who was punching her knees and crying uncontrollably, and gently tugged at her skirt.

"Sister... Sister Yueying... don't be sad. Seeing you cry makes me so sad."

It wasn't anything particularly comforting, but for some reason, it triggered a strong reaction from the girl. She hugged the boy tightly and cried loudly. The boy was confused, sad, and nervously at a loss. Everything should have ended there, but before he could understand, the girl's sobs subsided, replaced by a pair of burning eyes.

Things happened naturally, even though it wasn't normal... not normal at all.

The boy didn't understand why his sister was taking off his clothes, playing with his genitals, touching and licking them without any concern for the dirt. He only knew that it felt good, better than any game... really, even now, thinking back on it, it still feels incredibly satisfying, so good it makes my mouth water.

This kind of game, of course, wasn't a one-time occurrence.

As if addicted to some kind of fanatical drug, the girl became hopelessly infatuated with every inch of the boy's body, from head to toe, her love seemingly endless. The boy, unaware of her true nature, yielded to her. In that bedroom, they repeatedly engaged in secret trysts. Although they always held hands and played in public, their laughter pure and radiant, beneath the light, the shadows of darkness deepened.

At first, the boy only felt the urge to urinate, until one late night six months later, the girl first allowed the boy into her sacred body. That night, the boy experienced the strange sensation of ejaculation for the first time, and he found himself endlessly drawn to it.

"Little brother, will you... blame your sister and me...? Hmm, will you?"

The girl gently stroked the boy's hair, her face flushed with the vibrant red of their union, yet also revealing an expression that seemed like sadness, which the boy couldn't quite decipher... Of course, twelve years later, he finally understood that the expression was called "guilt." "What's there to blame? Your sister is the best person in the world, just like everyone else has a mother. Sister, let's do it again."

"Hmm, you don't blame me now, but when you grow up, you will definitely blame your sister... By the way, little brother, when you grow up, your sister will be your bride, to make up for it... no, to take care of you, okay?"

"Sister as my bride? Okay, that's great... But... but I already made a promise with Lanlan last month to marry her, I... can I have both?"

"You greedy little rascal, there's no such thing as a free lunch... Heh, your sister will pinky promise you, but Lanlan can't know about this."

"Yes, it's a promise. When I'm old enough to understand, I'll marry both of you."

That night's agreement, the past vivid in my mind, as if it were happening right before my eyes. When these long-buried memories suddenly surged up, my first thought was to chuckle. Because, physically speaking, I really had to admire that brat. Such good stamina at such a young age, his recovery time after ejaculation was probably even faster than mine today… Hmm, is that why my body is so bad? Can't I even cultivate internal energy?

As for Yueying, I had a feeling of "suddenly turning around, and there she is, in the dim light." I never imagined that all this trouble, even using my soul to wish to go back to the past, was to investigate a secret that had always been with me. Yueying hadn't mentioned it to me at all. Was she secretly hoping I would bring up the old promise with her?

“Remember? I’ve told you many times, I’m not a goddess. From beginning to end, I never intended to pretend to be a saint, nor did I want anyone to treat me as one…”

“Thank you, John, thank you for loving Princess Yueying so much, for letting her live cleanly in your heart…”

Yueying said this to me when we parted in the courtyard that day. When I learned that she was hosting a banquet in the Golden Finch Federation and that it wasn’t what I had imagined, I was confused for a time, not understanding why she would admit to something so wrong. If she had told me the truth directly, I definitely wouldn’t have said that.

My previous speculation was that Yueying was hurt by my suspicion and jealousy, so she rejected me in this way, but now I completely understand.

Yueying… has a tendency to like male children; to put it bluntly, she’s a pedophile.

This isn’t easy to explain, but at only six years old, I’m not very handsome. Although I’m pretty, I’m far from being a beautiful boy. What woman would be fascinated by a six-year-old boy… Well, let me correct myself, after all, I had an erection this morning for six-year-old Leng Linglan.

In short, considering Yueying's attitude towards that boy—a strong emotion that wasn't just simple care, but half-attached to lust—and the bloodline connection, coupled with His Majesty's unusual behavior, this inference is almost certainly correct.

A princess with pedophilic tendencies, if this were to become public knowledge, would indeed be a scandal. While our laws don't specifically protect children's rights, at least by general moral standards, it is a crime. No wonder Yueying has remained silent, choosing to part ways with me. If I cannot accept a saint tainted by defilement, I cannot accept the real her. If one day I recall my childhood memories, separation will ensue. It's better to part now. That's

Yueying's thought. So, how do I feel?

Indeed, my image of the saint in my heart is shattered, leaving me with a sense of loss and melancholy. But as those emotions slowly settle, I find I still can't help but love her, just as she couldn't resist falling for me back then.

Child fetishism is certainly not a good thing, but in terms of the outcome, this matter did not harm anyone. At least compared to her biological father, Yueying did not strangle me to death and abandon my body after we made love. During her time in the Golden Flower Federation, I never heard of her engaging in similar behavior. More importantly, the deep self-reproach in her eyes after each time we made love showed that although she could not resist the temptation, she was always filled with guilt.

When I finally saw it all clearly, I didn't feel dirty; I felt utterly disgusted. The solitary white moon, floating in the sky, was sometimes obscured by clouds, blocking out the sun. But when the clouds dispersed, the pure white moonlight revealed itself, reflecting the surrounding darkness with its unique, soft glow. People would realize that the moon was always there, unchanged; only the clouds and the occasional person turning their head changed. The same moon always hung in the sky.

Gazing at Yueying, her soft moans and swaying golden hair, I suddenly felt I liked her more than before. It wasn't just a younger brother's admiration for an older sister; it was simply a man's love and desire for a woman.

As long as one knows what they're doing, that's enough. Even if it violates social morality or is somewhat perverse, as long as both parties are willing, it's just a special relationship with a significant age gap—nothing serious.

Judging from my own desires and the child's joyful expression, I couldn't see any disapproval between us. And that things could end like this was truly a blessing. This trip wasn't a waste. I could go back and find Yueying directly to clear things up.

(How can I see her? This…)

A sudden silence interrupted my thoughts. Looking through the window, I saw that the brother and sister's passionate union had ended. The boy, whose stamina wasn't very good to begin with, was fast asleep in a blissful state, lying on his sister's full, high breasts, having his last sweet dreams.

Yueying's expression was dazed; she seemed quite tired as well, yet she still held the sleeping boy, gently kissing him. One hand reached under the covers to the boy's crotch, as if carefully cleaning the stains, or perhaps tenderly teasing and playing with him.

"Little brother, you're so naughty, leaving so much stuff inside your sister's body again. It's not safe these next few days… If I really have your child, what should your sister do? Hmm?"

The sleeping boy murmured a vague murmur, whether he heard the soft laughter in his ear or reacted to the caresses and rubbing between his legs, I couldn't tell.

"If that really happens... I'll have a child for you..."

With a kiss, Yueying whispered these words, her tone soft yet conveying her seriousness, which struck me like a bolt from the blue.

"Little brother, what do you say? Let me have a child for you. Tomorrow at dawn, I'll be marrying into the Golden Flower Federation and never return to Alibuda. I might never see you again... Little brother, I'm so scared. If I never see you again, I'll have nothing to remember you by. I... I don't know how I'll go on living in the Golden Flower Federation..."

Her words, tinged with tears, resonated deeply within me. Unable to control myself, I took a few steps forward, drawing closer to Yueying.

Yueying's beautiful face always captivated me, but the deep affection and longing in her eyes at this moment was something I had never seen before, truly astonishing me.

Sister, marrying into the Golden Flower Federation has made you this unhappy?

"Hehe, you're so heartless and emotionless. I'm talking to you like this, and you don't react at all... Hey, say something to me, let's pinky swear like we used to... Come on, stick out your finger, let's pinky swear... I won't be here when it's light, but if you promise me that one day you'll come to the Golden Finch Federation to pick me up, then I'll endure my longing and wait for you to come... My dearest little sweetheart, will you make that promise with me?"

"I do, I will definitely come to pick you up!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, I blurted out the answer, instinctively reaching for Yueying's delicate hand, only to grasp empty air. I tumbled onto the bed and crashed to the floor, only then realizing my predicament.

Not belonging to this era, and without the Famit magic stone, I was essentially nonexistent. Yueying couldn't touch me, nor could she hear my voice.

But, for some reason, the moment I uttered those words, Yueying seemed to hear me. Her expression shifted between surprise and joy, her face lighting up with a beaming smile. She grasped the boy's hand, chuckling happily, "I heard you!" "Oh, you just promised yourself, I really heard you... I'll wait for you in the Golden Flower Federation."

The scene before me was warm and inviting, but for some reason, I felt a chill run down my spine, my scalp tingling.

What just happened?

Did Yueying really hear me?

If so... then... wasn't I the one who made the promise to her, making her wait in vain for twelve years in the Golden Flower Federation, yet never appearing? Just because of a single mistake, she waited for twelve years?

No wonder... no wonder Leng Linglan said she hated men who didn't keep their promises. Did

she go through all that trouble to go back to the past just to make a mistake that shouldn't have happened?

(No, I have to correct this mistake...)

My heart raced, and I immediately wanted to say something to change this fading past, but the words caught in my throat.

(Sister Yueying seems a bit unstable. If this hope is erased, can she hold on for twelve years in the Golden Flower Federation? This...)

Hesitant and undecided, I couldn't make a decision. I saw Yueying smilingly touching the boy's face, whispering tenderly and attentively, "Thank you, my little lover. Thank you for giving me the strength to keep going. Grow up well. I will be waiting for my little knight in the Golden Flower Castle."

The boy wasn't completely unresponsive. When Yueying kissed his forehead again, he unconsciously shifted his body, searching for the most comfortable position on her high, maternal breasts, and let out a muffled whisper.

"Mmm...Mom...Mom, don't go..."

she murmured softly, not responding to Yueying's expectations. Her smile held a hint of regret and bitterness, yet she still gently held the boy to her chest, bidding him her final farewell.

“Silly boy…I’m not…your mother…”

All the questions I wanted to understand were now crystal clear. I couldn’t recover from the shock of the series of events so quickly, but those were questions I’d have to

ask myself when I got back. Standing quietly in the crowd, unnoticed, I followed the wedding procession to the city gate with ghostly steps.

I saw the carriage leave the city gate, saw Yueying wave to the crowd behind, and once again felt that long-lost pain of parting. But I knew I wasn’t the one in the deepest pain.

The two people in the deepest pain were the two children standing in front of me. Though they didn’t cry out loud, they kept wiping away tears, their fists clenched tightly, showing not just sadness, but almost indignation.

One of the children had already changed into boys’ clothes. From today onwards, he no longer needed to dress as a girl. The departure of the woman closest to him had caused some irreparable damage to his heart—it was hurt, but also growth, because he was trying his best to comfort the pretty girl beside him, whose lips were tightly pursed and whose teeth had bled.

“Lanlan, don’t be sad. I will definitely bring my sister back. Someday… I will, I definitely will.”

“Really? John, can you bring my sister back?”

The girl stopped sobbing, but didn’t smile. Her eyes were filled with obvious suspicion.

“You’re so bad at it, and your martial arts are terrible! I heard them say that the people of the Golden Flower Federation are very powerful, and they have the Palace of Light backing them up…”

The girl whispered her worries and doubts, her voice gradually lowering as if she was about to cry again. But at that moment, the boy blurted out something.

“No problem, I’m not afraid of any bald thieves or foreign devils, because… I have a very strong dad.”

The boy comforted the girl, saying he would set off to find his father tomorrow. He said that once he learned his skills from him, he wouldn’t be afraid of anyone backing him up.

His confident words startled me. I never imagined I had such a “normal” period of admiring and respecting my father, actually wanting to ask him for help when in trouble. It seems those who haven’t learned their lesson are indeed very naive.

“Yes, John’s dad is a very, very powerful person. With his help, my sister will definitely be back soon.”

As if she had received the strongest aid, the girl smiled through her tears, grabbing the boy’s hand and shaking it vigorously, as if only in this way could she express her gratitude.

“Thank you, John, and thank you, Dad. You are such, such, such great people.”

Their silvery laughter and trusting, expectant eyes made me want to cover my head and run away. Especially seeing their joyful, innocent faces, I really didn’t dare tell them about the cruel future they were about to face. ...Just twelve years later, one of you will become a vile and treacherous villain, and the other will become a cold-blooded and arrogant female psychopath. Your childhood friendship will be gone, and you will hate each other, with an unresolved grudge until death...

I ran away without a care, and after a frantic run, I returned to the gate of the Duke's mansion, found the location where I buried the yellow crystal, and began to dig.

(Strange, why didn't I keep my promise? Didn't I go to see my perverted father not long after? Why do I have no recollection of this at all...?

Thinking back, I do remember leaving Sara, led by several uniformed guards, and heading to the western border of Alibuda, to the "Third New Tokyo" fortress. Chronologically, it was shortly after this, but it seems I was summoned because of a letter from him. So, what happened after I arrived?

I don't know, I really can't remember.

Perhaps because I was too young, or for some other reason, I only vaguely remember some scenes from that trip to the western border. The clearest memory is of my perverted father, sitting at that unchanging desk, his beard growing wildly, his hands clasped in front of him, obscuring his expression, but his chillingly sharp gaze shining through his sunglasses.

"I won't practice. Even if I did, I couldn't find happiness. If in the end I'd be just like you, I'd rather be a useless bum for life.")

"Then you can go back. The purpose of bringing you here was simply to give you this. If you don't want to practice, there's no need for you to stay."

His calm, emotionless voice was so cold, devoid of any fatherly warmth. This memory became my only impression of my twisted father for many years to come, making it impossible for me to have any good feelings towards him.

Looking at that scene, I did indeed see my twisted father, and he did pass on the family martial arts to me, but at the time, I resisted practicing them. However, since I had already made up my mind to obtain the power to bring Yueying back, why would I resist my twisted father?

My constitution is poor; practicing the family martial arts would cause me to vomit blood. I knew that, and because of that, I almost never practiced martial arts. Could it be... that I was injured while practicing at the Third New Tokyo Fortress, and out of fear of death, I resisted further training, and after returning, I gave up on myself, forgot everything, and became a coward?

Damn it...

This self-conclusion left me speechless, almost ashamed to the point of wanting to commit suicide on the way. I quickly tried to comfort myself with reason, telling myself that things weren't that simple, because in these vague memories, there were too many incoherent mysteries, especially... Although I don't remember very clearly, why do I vaguely feel that when I was yelling at my perverted father, I was bound hand and foot like a rice dumpling?

(How could I forget so many things... Could it be... that my memory is faulty? Did someone manipulate my memory?

Among the many absurd possibilities, this seems to be the only reasonable explanation. My spirits suddenly lifted, and I secretly made a decision: I would go to the Third New Tokyo Fortress, find my perverted father, find out the cause and effect, and ask for the real answer.)

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