Alibuda Chronicles Part 1: Volume 10, Chapter 2

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Chapter Two: The Apron-Clad Maid Climbing

mountains on a sunny day is most beneficial to both body and mind; however, under certain circumstances, it can sometimes become a torment.

When we escorted Sister Yueying on her outing, upon reaching the entrance to the mountain path, she politely declined the dignified enjoyment of being carried up in a sedan chair like other noblewomen, insisting on doing it herself. With unparalleled elegance, she gently lifted her long skirt and quickly ascended the steps.

In the dazzling sunlight, looking from behind, the hem of her swaying, flowing silk skirt revealed her long, shapely, and beautifully rounded legs. Because she had never practiced martial arts, her leg curves weren't as muscular as those of the Feathered Clan women, whose legs were known for their beauty, but they were delicate and well-proportioned, equally captivating.

Some sections of the steps leading up the mountain were quite steep. I deliberately walked a few steps behind Yueying, and through her snow-white long skirt, I could see her beautiful, fragrant buttocks swaying from side to side with each step. Looking up, the hem of her skirt revealed glimpses of her fair, delicate calves. Although I couldn't see much, with the sunlight providing a close-up view,

I could make out that her undergarments... seemed to be milky white. ^5^ All along the way, I made these guesses and peeked, gazing at Yueying's shapely, smooth legs. As I climbed the steps, the faster my pace, the faster my heart raced. When I reached the end of the long staircase, I was so excited that I almost had a nosebleed.

^1^ At the top of this elegant hill, surrounded by evergreen trees, stands a simple, six-tiered, six-story hexagonal tower. From the sixth floor, one can overlook most of the city of Sara, a favorite spot for tourists to stop and admire the view.

^7^ Yueying, accompanied by several maids, went to the sixth floor to cool off and enjoy the scenery. I was downstairs giving some instructions to the guards when I overheard some interesting news.

^z^ Ever since Yueying's marriage, Leng Linglan has been the most beautiful woman in Alibuda. The men of Sara City dared to say it openly, but their hearts were filled with endless fantasies. Until Yueying's return this time, when everyone flocked to see the beauty of the Moon Goddess, her fame was overshadowed. Recently, the hottest topics of discussion among countless men in Sara City, besides Lady Yueying, were the upcoming arrival of "Purple Fairy" Narcissus, completely forgetting about Leng Linglan, who had been the "best sexual fantasy object" for seven years.

^small^ However, in the past few days, something has changed. I don't know who started talking about it, but a new legend of a dreamlike beauty has begun to spread like wildfire in Sara.

^It is said that someone saw a stunningly beautiful young woman, as lovely as a celestial being, walking through the quiet streets at midnight, dressed in a pale yellow dress, bathed in moonlight. Every man who saw her was captivated afterward, waking up long afterward with a dream. Because everyone was so mesmerized, no one saw which direction she went; they simply spread this fantastical legend the next day with great excitement.

^Why did such a beautiful woman suddenly appear? Where did this girl come from? Where did she live? Why couldn't anyone in Sara recognize her? Why was she walking the streets in the middle of the night? Was she searching for someone?

All these speculations added a layer of mystery to the beautiful legend, making it even more captivating. Within a few days, the noble youths of Sara were driven mad by her beauty. The topics of conversation at their gatherings, besides the progress of the peace talks, were all about how to find this lost girl.

These vivid descriptions sound somewhat absurd, but to me, this woman really does sound like Sister Yueying. Because… we guards are the best example. Even though we see her frequently every day recently, we always manage to suppress the overwhelming sense of awe and wonder we feel when we first see her. If this woman is indeed Sister Yueying, we wouldn't find the legend exaggerated at all.

But why would Sister Yueying be out wandering around in the middle of the night? Before I could take any action, the incredibly curious Mao Yan'an had already secretly extracted information from her, questioning Sister Yueying's personal maids. The answer he got was that the First Lady never left after being escorted back to her residence each day.

If they were right, it couldn't be Yueying. That makes sense too; what kind of decorum would it be for the First Lady of a great nation to wander around alone in the middle of the night? Of course, her coming to see me that evening was an expression of a sister's concern for her long-lost brother, which is another matter.

In any case, this dreamlike beauty has certainly piqued my interest. Once I finish what I'm doing, I'll definitely find a way to find her and see just how stunningly beautiful she is.

Listening to the guards talk about these things, I almost forgot my most important task. I hurriedly went up to the sixth floor of the tower, where Yueying was leaning against a pillar, overlooking the city below, letting the breeze blow through her golden hair. When she saw me, she smiled slightly. I walked to her side, trying not to show anything unusual in my expression, and talked to her normally. Unlike before, I would casually touch Yueying's fingers or arm during our conversation.

The romance between men and women often blossoms from hugs, kisses, and touches. The more opportunities for physical contact, the more familiar two people become, and feelings develop.

Because of our childhood friendship, Sister Yueying was completely unguarded with me. She seemed to regard our somewhat frequent touching as just childish mischief and didn't take it to heart at all. Even when I pretended to accidentally hold her delicate, snow-white hand and then deliberately refused to let go, she only showed a slight look of surprise, followed by a slight smile, and then ignored it. Little did she know that the man beside her harbored wicked intentions?

To carry out such a grand scheme of stealth and pleasure, there couldn't be any outside interference. Otherwise, if my intention to seduce the First Lady of the Golden Flower Federation were exposed, His Majesty the King, who was already planning to discard me

after using me, would surely order my execution immediately. Those maids who had received martial arts training and were tasked with serving Yueying were assigned to rest on the fifth floor, temporarily setting aside their duties of protecting the First Lady. This was certainly Yueying's thoughtfulness, but as I got to know her better after our reunion, I had a different feeling.

Although Yueying's personality was easygoing and gentle, she was actually a woman who greatly preferred quiet and disliked lively atmospheres. While she treated her maids well, she never had her own trusted servants or skilled maids like typical wealthy ladies.

Thinking back to eleven years ago, apart from her two sisters, I had never heard her mention being particularly close to anyone; it seemed that even after marrying into the Golden Flower Federation and spending several years together, she probably hadn't confided in these close maids. With such a personality and such a marriage, she must have been very lonely all these years.

So why can Sister Yueying still smile so gently, without showing any displeasure?

My mind was momentarily distracted, and I didn't hear what Yueying said clearly. She glanced at me with a gentle smile.

"Sister, I was just thinking about something else..."

"It's nothing. I was just asking you, you promised that after I got married, you would take care of the flowers and plants I left in the palace. But when I came back and asked, I found out you haven't been to the palace in a long time."

"My father went to the border, and you got married, sister. The two people who could take me to the palace are gone. I'm useless, I only managed to become a lowly soldier in the Imperial Guard, and I was only recently promoted. How could I be qualified to enter the palace? Sister, don't you know? There are so many noble people in the palace, but very few of them like me."

Hearing me complain, Yueying frowned slightly and sighed softly, "Really? How did it become like this? I remember when we were little, you and Lanlan were very close, and you often played together. How come everything changed after I left?"

Although I tried my best to tell myself that these words were just my imagination, I was still frightened. The Lanlan that Sister Yueying mentioned, no matter how I think about it, can only be one person. Although I have a bad memory, with Sister Yueying's marriage, the impressions of our time together are only vague. But wait, isn't this just too absurd?

Me and that bitch Leng Linglan were once very close, always hanging out together?

I've rarely encountered such an ridiculous joke in my life. If someone went to tell Leng Linglan that she and I were once unfortunate childhood sweethearts, that person would probably be cleaved in two by her blade!

Because this passage was so shocking, I was about to ask what kind of joke it was when I happened to catch an even more shocking scene and froze.

The weather was sweltering today. Although we were standing at the top of the tower with a constant breeze, we couldn't stop the sweat from pouring down our bodies. As Yueying fanned herself and closed her eyes to enjoy the coolness, I glimpsed through her loose neckline that her pale yellow bodice was tightly binding two full, snowy mounds.

From this angle, although I couldn't see the tender pink buds, the smooth, rounded lines of her snow-white breasts already stirred a burning desire within me. I kept shifting my position, staring at the thin straps of the pale yellow bodice, repeatedly imagining what captivating sight I would see if I untied those straps.

"Um... little brother, you..."

Coming to her senses, Yueying blushed slightly, clearly realizing my awkwardness, but it quickly transformed into a strange, ambiguous smile, possessing both a girlish reserve and a woman's boldness, creating an indescribable charm.

Although somewhat embarrassed, I suddenly wanted to know how Yueying truly viewed me.

That day at the Earl's mansion gate, I had unexpectedly kissed her, yet she didn't react much. Any other woman would have screamed after the initial shock, or even burst into tears if she were more innocent. But Yueying was like an older sister forgiving her misbehaving brother; aside from a smile, she showed no sign of blaming me.

This was certainly good, but on the other hand, it also seemed inappropriate. What I need to do now is to make Yueying realize that I am a grown man she can rely on, not a little brother who has to depend on her for care all day long. If her impression doesn't change, my plan will hit a bottleneck. Today's attack wasn't exactly a success, but at least it was a satisfactory start. If I had plenty of time, I might as well take it slow. I would really enjoy spending time with Yueying. Unfortunately, what I lack most is time. Just as I was feeling lost and helpless, Mao Yan'an secretly came to talk to me.

“Nephew, this can’t go on. You usually seem quite adept at handling women, managing to charm Xueya and that clever little girl so well. I thought you were a master of the pleasure quarters, a Casanova. Why are you so slow this time?”

“Hooking up women? What do you take me for? I’ve never been bothered by this kind of thing before…”

“Why?”

I spread my hands, saying, “When a bunch of rich, powerful, and violent men get together, do they even need to pick up women? If your neighbor was a milkman, and you had to raise cows and milk them every day, people would laugh at you.”

This is the unfortunate truth. I do frequent places of ill repute, and among my friends, there are many who claim to have slept with a thousand different women. However, having slept with many women doesn’t mean you’re a master at picking up women. As long as you have powerful backers, you won’t be punished for breaking the law, and with a strong sex drive, aren’t all the women on the street just for you to pick up?

So, when I tried to revert to the normal dynamics of male-female interaction, I felt completely lost. My past experiences with women were practically nonexistent; I'd only ever encountered either sluts or women who had been corrupted into sluts. My relationships with Ah Xue and Zhi Zhi had improved somewhat, but they weren't exactly normal either.

"Hmm, that makes sense. Okay, whatever comes your way, I'm on your side. Take this; it'll definitely give you a winning start."

Without further ado, Mao Yan'an shoved a can into my hand, leaving me speechless the moment I saw it.

"Uncle, you stole my concoction of aphrodisiacs again? These things are meant to be sold, and you just took them without a word. What... wait, what are you going to do with these aphrodisiacs?"

"To make soup. What man doesn't add something to his soup? How can you drink Moon Cherry Soup without adding something?"

Seeing my ugly expression, Mao Yan'an asked curiously, "Don't like this? Then we can try another method. Tomorrow we'll find a dark alley, take Lady Moon Cherry there, and you can knock her unconscious in the dark, take off your pants, and go for it. I'll hold her hands or feet down for you... uh, you don't have to hit her if you don't like it..."

Through violence, I made the uncle understand that this method wouldn't work and we had to find another way. Sister Moon Cherry has always been the woman I admire most. Although I'm trying to break through this relationship, I don't want to use dark methods to defile this woman who lives in the sanctuary of my heart.

Although Mao Yan'an's way of dating, often hunting for women on the street and having one-night stands, can't be called normal, he is indeed much more experienced than me in general interactions between men and women. When we calmed down, he offered his sincere advice.

"Chasing girls isn't about being a clown. Intimacy and trust alone aren't enough. You have to project a heroic image, letting Yueying Tang know you're a strong, capable spoon, not a soft, useless piece of trash."

Mao Yan'an's manner was a bit strange, but with a little translation, his basic intention was the same as mine.

"Looking at all the humans on Earth, finding a stronger, more domineering, more heroic man than Baili Xiongshi is generally impossible. Luckily, he doesn't know how to cherish himself, indulging in casual homosexual relationships, driving his wife to the brink of insatiable desire, which is a boon for you, you lecherous little rooster."

A series of sarcastic remarks, not only insulting without using profanity but also rhyming, was quite a skill of this delinquent middle-aged man.

Finally, following his advice, I actively participated in the inter-nation talks while chatting with Yueying about my travel experiences.

Given my class and status, I had no say in the peace talks, but when discussing dealing with the Black Dragon Society, as an enemy intelligence advisor, I carried some weight. By saying carefully chosen words at opportune moments, I could subtly influence the views and decisions of the high-ranking officials from various countries present.

To ensure my success at the conference, I secretly put in a lot of effort. Through Uncle Fu's connections with the military, I obtained a large amount of classified military information. I also sought out Mao Yan'an, whose travel experience enriched my understanding of the participating countries. Only then could I clearly explain the Black Dragon Society's growth and the harm it would cause to each nation, providing compelling evidence that convinced the representatives of all countries to agree.

Many times, even I knew that the military tactics I loudly advocated to deliberately frame the Black Dragon Society were so flawed as to be almost absurd, and I was ridiculed by allied generals on several occasions. However, I did have some substantial and brilliant achievements, such as the Battle of Ahurama and the Battle of Martin Legin Fortress. To other countries unaware of the inside story, they only saw my military tactics as ingenious and unpredictable, even surpassing my father's. So, even though they were already criticizing my errors, a few disdainful laughs and some sophistry from me made them lose their heads and dare not stick to their own opinions.

Those who use sophistry may not have any real reason, but at the desk, whoever has the loudest voice usually wins. When every participant has their own selfish desires, how can they see the truth? In the end, the result was that I, who championed the war, received the most attention from all countries, and my status rose accordingly. I became more conspicuous than Leng Linglan, who took a conservative stance, and even Sister Yueying told me that I was becoming more and more like a great person.

As for my meeting with Sister Yueying, I made the most of every moment. Besides discussing my travel experiences, my words revealed ambition, and we also talked about art, poetry, and folk songs. Sister Yueying is a woman indifferent to luxury, but conversations related to art and literature always managed to pique her interest.

I was even surprised because, once the conversation started, the usually quiet and peaceful Sister Yueying became so enthusiastic, actively engaging me in conversation about the opera currently being performed at the Golden Flower Open-Air Theater. Her expression was so focused and eager, even radiating a vibrant glow.

Sister Yueying was gradually revealing different facets of herself to me; similarly, my image in her eyes was constantly changing. This was evident in the loss of her composure when we touched, replaced by increasingly obvious shyness, confusion, and a hint of barely concealed apprehension.

This progress was satisfying, but aside from that, the complicated official duties still gave me a headache. There were mountains of things to do every day, and only after I had sorted out all these troublesome matters could I drag my weary body back to the Marquis's mansion, which I had finally managed to return to.

Back at the Marquis's mansion, besides resting, I also wanted to talk to someone. But who would I talk to? Uncle Fu? Of course, I'd talk to Xue.

These past few days had been nonstop work, no time to breathe. Dealing with security, stirring up hostility towards the Black Dragon Society from various countries, and even chasing girls—one thing after another. I'd barely finished my official duties when I got home to be dragged away by His Majesty's envoy, who was pressing me about the progress

. I'd only get two or three hours of sleep before it was back to work. This continuous toil hadn't left me time to flirt with Xue, or even see her. I felt like I'd been neglecting myself. The moment I stepped

into the mansion, I was itching to relax. It was past magic class time, but I couldn't find Xue in her room. Puzzled, I asked, and learned that she'd been pestering Uncle Fu with questions these past few days. Knowing I'd be back early, she'd borrowed the kitchen and gone to get something done.

I chuckled, knowing Xue would be very disappointed in the kitchen. Although the Farrell family held a title, they were not like ordinary noble families, living lavishly with numerous servants and a large number of cooks and other servants. Since the eccentric father took over, the manor's finances had become strained, and the family fortunes had

declined. We dismissed all the servants; at the worst point, only Uncle Fu, a few old servants, and a gardener remained. The gardener wasn't kept to trim the flowers and plants—no one had any interest in appreciating them anyway; the dilapidated manor was simply overgrown with weeds, providing ample hiding places for enemies. The gardener's purpose was to repeatedly repair the dilapidated doors, windows, and furniture that were no longer usable.

As for the cooks, they had been laid off many years ago. Uncle Fu had arranged with a small eatery three streets away, where the manor would share meals, with daily deliveries and monthly bills. So, when Ah Xue entered the kitchen, she probably saw nothing but dust and those long-rotted cooking utensils.

However, I still underestimated this silly girl's abilities. When I stood at the kitchen door and pushed it open, the place, which should have been covered in dust and looked like ruins, was spotless, completely clean, showing no signs of having been abandoned for nearly ten years.

I heard that Xue went in two hours ago. What cleaning methods did she use to clean this place like this? I was really curious. Even if she was very diligent, there was no way she could clean the roof so thoroughly.

"Hey! Xue, where have you been?"

"Ah! Master, why are you back so soon? Don't come in!"

There was obvious panic in her delicate voice, but I ignored her and stepped inside. I went around the corner of the kitchen and saw Xue busy alone.

"Oh..."

The moment I saw Xue, my breath caught in my throat, and a burning desire ignited within me.

It was a truly hot and spicy scene!

The pretty little fox girl had a prominent, snow-white chest and a high, round, plump bottom. Her jade-like body was almost entirely naked, clad only in a plain white floral underpants and a pink apron tied in the front with thin straps that crossed and knotted at the back. The rest of her body was completely exposed before my eyes.

If she were a human woman, this would be no different from being naked. However, Ah Xue's wrists, calves, and lower back were still covered with fine white fox fur, and a fluffy fox tail swayed restlessly behind her. This

strange appearance, far from being unattractive, combined with her alluring charm, especially her bare, lotus-like arms and the white thighs peeking out from under the apron—they were truly beautiful.

"Master, you...you turn your head away first, I haven't finished getting things ready yet..."

"Shut up! Who gave you permission to be so disrespectful to your master? Shut your mouth, let your master take a good look at whether you've gained weight recently."

That's right, these past few days I've been mesmerized by Sister Yueying's beauty, forgetting that there's also Winter Snow Fairy at home, equally stunning. And what I'm seeing now reminds me of that fact.

Although her arms and thighs are beautiful, at this juncture, who has the mind to look at thighs? Of course, all my attention is focused on that pink apron.

This apron isn't some designer brand, just a cheap, poorly made street stall item. I'm not a fetishist, at least...not the kind of maniac who pushes women aside and grabs their underwear to do it. The reason I'm staring at the apron and not looking at her shoulders and thighs is because...

because how could such a small apron possibly cover up Snow Fairy's towering 38H breasts?

"Ah Xue, can you cook? Why are you suddenly dressed like this? Who taught you?"

Under my questioning, Ah Xue, whose face was already unfamiliar, blushed and whispered, "Because... Master has been working very hard lately, busy with important matters all day. I wanted to make things easier for you, so I wanted to cook something nice for Master."

Something nice? Indeed, seeing those full, white breasts on your chest, I actually swallowed hard.

"I don't object to you cooking, but why are you dressed like this?"

At first, I thought Ah Xue was dressing up to please me, but upon closer inspection, with her simple mind, there was no way she would know the significant meaning of a naked apron for men; there must be something strange about it.

"People say that cooking while wearing this makes the food taste especially delicious."

"People? Who told you that? Probably our lecherous Uncle Mao Yan'an again?"

"No, it was Uncle Fu. This morning I asked him what could make you happy, and he said the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Then he gave me this apron, saying that all the matriarchs of the Farrell family have cooked like this."

The word "mistress" made me a little uncomfortable, but seeing Ah Xue's pretentious figure covering her chest and buttocks, I temporarily forgot about it.

Ah, Uncle Fu, who has served three generations of the Farrell family, truly understands my intentions and knows how to do me a great favor. But my perverted father never brings women home to cook; I guess that's mostly Grandpa's scandalous affair.

Xue asked me curiously why the Farrell family had such strange traditions. I smiled and replied, inwardly sighing that this little fox didn't understand the danger. Each generation of the Farrell family head had their own preferences, and many had particularly heavy tastes. If we went back fifty years, when my grandfather's wife cooked wearing a naked apron, she would definitely have had a collar around her neck.

"Huh? Every Farrell lady cooks like this. Did Master's mother do it like this too?"

I knew this was just a casual remark; Xue didn't mean to pry, but she still couldn't hide the dark emotions in her heart. In that instant, my gaze must have been very sharp. Xue, who had been smiling and about to say something, shrank back, turned around, and continued her cooking.

A strange silence remained between us for a while, allowing the tension to ease.

During that time, as I stared at Xue's back from behind, I suddenly had a strange feeling, the kind that every bachelor has when he sees a woman cooking in his own kitchen.

I'm not a woman, so I really can't understand women's psychology. Eating is just a necessity, and cooking is the same. It's really hard to understand why some women can hum a song while wagging their tails and cooking.

This kind of sexy, nude apron makes a woman's figure obvious; not every woman can wear it. For example, Yu Hong's pigeon-like breasts look rather flat and disappointing in this apron.

However, on Xue, it's a sight that ignites desire. A small apron can't hide her 38h-sized, towering breasts at all; on the contrary, those plump, white nipples can't withstand the apron's restraint, and most of her snow-white skin has already broken free of the fabric's cover, exposed.

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