Alibuda Chronicles Part 1: Volume 9, Chapter 3

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Chapter Three: The World

Belongs to All. After a long separation, Zhizhi and I spent the night together, expecting to sleep until noon. However, just as dawn broke, I noticed the beautiful elf beside me getting up to change.

Could a delicate young woman possess energy surpassing that of a man? From this alone, I could see that Zhizhi had been consistently cultivating, gradually transforming the dragon essence she absorbed into usable power.

Similar to Xue, Zhizhi also possessed a large amount of pure energy, not fixed magic or internal force. Whether she chose the path of a martial artist or a mage, her future was limitless. If she were to learn martial arts, given her relationship with Leng Linglan, she might even learn that bitch's unique swordsmanship, combining it with her own dragon power to forge a shortcut.

"Why are you up so early?"

"I made a promise with Her Highness the Princess to practice martial arts together every day after dawn. I thought... sigh."

The moment Zhizhi got up, I took her jade-like, white fingers and gently pulled her back into my arms. I

kissed her pointed ear, then reached out and covered Zhizhi's round, snowy breasts. Although they weren't as full and proud as Xue's, they were much heavier than Yu Hong's plump pigeon breasts. I gently teased the buds on her nipples, letting the refreshing morning light shine through the window onto the girl's snow-white body. I smiled and whispered,

"Are you and Princess Leng very close? How does she treat you?"

"Her Highness the Princess treats me very well. These days, she seems like my sister. We..."

Zhizhi smiled and told me about her interactions with Leng Linglan. Perhaps it was because of a shared sense of righteous indignation that when Leng Linglan heard Zhizhi's plea for justice, knowing that a woman, due to her outstanding abilities, was being treated unfairly and cruelly oppressed in a male-dominated world, she wielded the sword of justice like an angry thunder god, sweeping away the villains of Nalivia and clearing Zhizhi and her mother's name.

"After those villains paid the price, the Second Princess invited me back to Sara. On the way, she asked if I was willing to work with her, and she was also willing to help me develop the artisan business. Then, we worked together."

Zhizhi smiled and said, "As my husband instructed, I haven't used the power of the dragon for the past year and a half. The Second Princess then taught me some mental techniques and swordsmanship. The sisters in the army are all very envious. I feel that it is truly an honor to be by the Second Princess's side."

I simply listened without saying much.

Working in the military, Leng Linglan herself could particularly feel the immense pressure and injustice a woman would face in an environment with many male competitors. With her upright personality, she could not tolerate such a thing happening. I had heard from my comrades in the army that the Second Princess, within her authority, had been promoting a large number of female officers to build her own power base.

To me, this was nothing more than a group of twisted women, daring to challenge the traditions of a patriarchal society. If they were allowed to succeed, wouldn't men perish? Such a group should, of course, collapse as soon as possible. However, considering the help it would provide to Zhizhi, I still insisted that she leave Nalivia and seek refuge with Leng Linglan.

It's not hard to imagine that in Leng Linglan's eyes, Zhizhi was a rare commodity. She had a clean background, a strong will, and good aptitude for martial arts. More importantly, given the current martial spirit on Earth, powerful martial artists were not hard to find, but excellent craftsmen were extremely rare.

At that time, Zhizhi was just an unknown orphan, but she won two major craftsmanship awards in Nalivia and possessed a pair of exceptionally talented hands. Her rise to fame was already a predetermined destiny. Being able to recruit her before she became a renowned first-rate craftswoman and fled abroad was of great significance to both Alibuda and Leng Linglan.

However, what Leng Linglan didn't expect was that Zhizhi was a pawn I had placed beside her. For the sake of her potential future use, this move was deep and far-reaching, hoping to achieve the desired effect.

Of course, human emotions are the most difficult thing to control, and also the biggest variable in this plan. I must be very careful, lest this ambush turn around and become my fatal flaw…

“It’s getting late, I have to go, husband, you’re alone…”

Zhizhi stopped speaking, probably thinking that my sudden appearance might cause her to disappear again.

“I won’t be back by the time you come back, but I’ll be back later. I’ll be staying in Sara for a while this time, maybe quite a long time.”

“Husband, you can stay here with me, I…”

“No need, I have another place to stay here, uh… a friend of mine lives here, I’m staying at his residence.”

To avoid being exposed, I quickly added, not wanting Zhizhi to know that I was a local from Sara.

Last night’s passion was still a bit unsatisfying, and I really wanted to force Zhizhi to stay, but thinking that it might be difficult to explain to Leng Linglan and give me away, I smiled, gave Zhizhi a hard slap on her round, plump pink buttocks, and waited for her to put on her military uniform and leave before slipping away through the back door.

"Phew, the sun is nice, let me stretch..."

As I was about to enter my house, I felt a bit of back pain, so I stretched on the street to loosen up my muscles. But before I knew it, a figure suddenly appeared next to me, stretching in the same way as me and yawning widely.

"Uncle? Why are you out so early? Did a snake bite your butt?"

"Sigh, it's all your fault, you little rascal. You ran off to sleep out last night without a word. Xue was worried sick, waiting outside your room with her blanket for half the night. I had to go out and look for you, but I don't know the way, and I wandered around for ages. All I saw were a bunch of cameras, nothing else. I almost died of exhaustion."

"Cameras? Just say you were spying, what's there to hide? Tell me, which camera were you spying on?"

"It's too hard to explain. You wouldn't know unless you saw it yourself. That couple last night was really something, rolling around and rolling all over me. I was so busy I almost missed my chance."

"Missed your chance? You think shooting has a rhythm?"

"Come on, I'm an old man, would I be as impulsive as you young people? Only the highest art can capture my attention, that's eternal beauty."

I almost forgot, this old guy was the most skilled and also the most perverse sketcher I'd ever met. Without another word, I snatched a stack of paper rolls from his arms, opened them, and was immediately stunned. There were

eighteen sheets in total, all erotic pictures of men and women making love. Each one was in a different pose. Although no facial expressions were drawn, the movements, muscles, light and shadow vividly depicted the scenes, making one's blood boil.

However, the problem lay precisely in the faces. Mao Yan'an hadn't drawn the faces of the men and women, but from the body proportions and the woman's long, pointed ears, I could easily guess who the men and women in the picture were.

"Uncle, this one, this one, and those three over there, you've got it wrong. I didn't use those five positions last night."

"Oops, wrong people. This is probably another couple from next door, you got carried away with the sketch and included their battle."

"Why are you drawing these? I'm confiscating them all."

I frowned. Not because of the drawings, but because I was puzzled. What was this scoundrel's intention in secretly following me? Last night I was so caught up in the fun that I didn't even notice someone was following me. What a failure! If he was trying to seduce a married woman, wouldn't that be terrible?

"Art is meant to be appreciated, of course. Such wonderful paintings, it would be a shame not to share them with Xue'er."

Stroking his mustache, Mao Yan'an smiled smugly, as if he had successfully caught someone in the act. I didn't dislike his mischievous nature, but I had no reason to let him gloat like that.

Taking out a tinderbox from his pocket and lighting it, he casually burned the stack of erotic paintings to ashes. Mao Yan'an shrugged, seemingly a little regretful, but not like a typical artist wailing. I glared at him, a slight apprehension in my heart, hoping that knowing about my relationship with Zhizhi wouldn't cause any trouble later.

I forgot to mention the magician's robe to Zhizhi last night, but there's plenty of time; I can bring it up another day. After saying goodbye to A Xue, I began my day's work, continuing to assist with various security issues in the city.

There was one thing I was quite fortunate about: my reputation in Sara wasn't good in the past. Although there were no official records, I was involved in more than ten cases of noblemen's sons forcibly taking advantage of women while drunk. Others might not know, but Leng Linglan couldn't hide it from me.

Now that I, a petty person, have gained power, many of the female officers under her command are young and beautiful. To avoid trouble, she has deliberately transferred those female officers away these past few days, isolating them from me. Fortunately, I haven't run into Zhizhi.

That day, as usual, we entered the palace to see His Majesty the King and report on our current work. As the person in charge of security, I was informed by him of a secret unknown to the rest of the country: this visit by foreign guests is not simple. Several other important figures from

various countries will be accompanying the President of the Golden Flower Federation, making security particularly important. If it were just a pre-departure visit, why would it be accompanied by important figures from other countries? This undoubtedly complicates matters considerably, and His Majesty clearly doesn't trust me very much, hence the delay in informing me of this matter.

"I have some thoughts on this, but it's not the time to announce them yet. Do your jobs well, and I will tell you the plan tomorrow."

Apart from Leng Linglan, who already knew about this, the other high-ranking officials present were quite shocked and began to discuss it amongst themselves after His Majesty the King left.

"Your Excellency Farrell, what are your thoughts?"

The Commander of Ten Thousand Cavalry is practically the highest rank in our military, but I only hold a military rank and title, without any real office. If not for Sister Yueying's special designation, I wouldn't be qualified to participate in such a discussion. Therefore, when several civil officials asked me this, I simply replied, "His Majesty's judgment is not something we, his subjects, can presume to interpret. We just need to do our jobs diligently

." Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly noticed Leng Linglan's gaze fixed in our direction. Our relationship wasn't good; Leng Linglan had always stood far away from me, refusing to say a word. But after His Majesty the King finished speaking, she glanced thoughtfully in our direction. Naturally, her eyes held no friendliness, but even so, it was quite surprising.

Upon meeting my gaze, Leng Linglan snorted and immediately turned away to speak with the minister beside her.

This reaction amused me somewhat. Turning to leave, I had barely stepped out the door when a thought flashed through my mind: what exactly was His Majesty the King planning to do?

When heads of state or dignitaries from two countries gather, they often compete in extravagance to showcase their status and pomp, displaying their prized treasures and collections.

This is an inevitable part of lavish banquets across the world today; they either display divine weapons and trinkets or exotic plants and animals. Therefore, it's not hard to imagine that the security arrangements for this event, besides protecting the lives of the dignitaries, also included safeguarding the treasures in His Majesty's treasury. Who knows, while these treasures were being admired, someone might brazenly attempt to steal them.

I already knew these things, but if President Buffett is accompanied by officials from several other countries, even in a private capacity, the situation becomes far more complex. This isn't just a bilateral exchange; it's practically a diplomatic event involving several nations. When dignitaries from

any country travel abroad, they are naturally surrounded by a large number of bodyguards. These bodyguards must include martial artists and mages, and their qualifications must be among the best in their respective countries; otherwise, wouldn't they become an international laughingstock?

When the top military forces of several countries clash, from the military's perspective, this is a perfect opportunity to test the strength of other nations. I know of several instances at banquets hosted by visiting foreign delegations where the ambassador suddenly complained that the meal was boring and requested his entourage to perform, using this as leverage to demonstrate power and as bargaining chips in diplomatic negotiations. The host country usually wouldn't remain silent either; for example, when one side sends someone to perform a sword dance, the other side will send someone to counter, resulting in a sword duel that appears to be for entertainment.

After Leng Linglan took command of the Imperial Guard, she attended three such sword dance banquets, earning considerable prestige for our country. However, before her, it was our Farrell family that held this position.

My eccentric father wasn't particularly accomplished in this area, but my grandfather was a renowned swordsman in his lifetime. This wasn't because of his beautiful swordplay, but because in approximately nineteen sword dance banquets, including performances by fire-breathing magicians, swordsmen boasting lightning-fast attacks, and berserkers wielding metal fists, he systematically defeated thirty-two performers from various countries with ulterior motives, becoming a guardian deity in Alibuda's diplomatic arena.

If it were just a simple diplomatic maneuver, Leng Linglan alone would be sufficient. However, considering His Majesty's style, I couldn't help but worry. What if this charade went too far, even escalating to a public martial arts tournament like the Golden Finch Federation? The situation could easily spiral out of control. While Leng Linglan

's martial arts skills were strong, she was probably only at the sixth level. If something truly serious happened, she'd be lucky to protect important figures; she couldn't possibly control the entire event with her martial arts. After all, she wasn't at the level of the five strongest warriors.

Back at the manor, I happened to run into a certain roguish middle-aged man who was about to leave. Strangely, he wasn't dressed as his usual painter today; his brushes and paper weren't with him.

He had changed into his usual red wandering swordsman outfit, donned black sunglasses, a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and a large black sword slung over his shoulder. As Mao Yan'an slowly walked out the door and looked at me, I suddenly felt a jolt.

From this angle, the uncle's usual humor was gone, replaced by a uniquely mature and composed demeanor. Especially when he raised his gloved right hand, gently adjusted his sunglasses, and tilted his head back, one could almost sense the hardships he had endured, and his…sorrow.

This appearance was so incongruous with his usual behavior that I couldn't immediately discern which was his true self. Even if I disagreed, I had to admit that the uncle was indeed a handsome man, and the aura he exuded at that moment was the epitome of middle-aged charm. The moment he stepped out, every woman on the street would turn her head in admiration.

"Oh, my dear nephew, are you back from your flattery?"

No matter how his appearance changed, his venomous tongue seemed unchanged. I watched the man swagger up to me with annoyance, glancing at me.

"Look at my outfit..."

Mao Yan'an stroked his mustache, his voice deep, "Handsome, isn't it?"

"Pretty...handsome."

"Cool, isn't it? " "

Cool when you shut your mouth."

"Awesome, isn't it?"

"Not bad, but I think it would look even better if you took off your pants and went out."

His questions were completely irrelevant, but the uncle clearly didn't expect an answer from me. He just chuckled smugly, slung his sword over his shoulder, picked up his wine jug, and headed outside.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Oh, last night while I was painting, I went to a bar for a few drinks and picked up a few sexy girls. We agreed to study high art together today and learn about the beauty of life."

Waving his hand, Mao Yan'an shouted, "You'd better keep an eye on Xue Ya. She's been acting a bit strange in class these past few days."

A few days ago, my butler, Uncle Fu, who had been entrusted with my task, helped Ah Xue find a magic instructor to begin one-on-one private lessons. When Uncle Fu asked me what my requirements were for the instructor, besides "clear explanations and tight-lipped," I only specified that I wanted a magician of an old woman's age.

Aristocratic daughters having affairs with their tutors is something that happens every day. Every young schoolchild hopes their teacher will die in the street tonight so they don't have to go to class or take exams tomorrow; but every male student in the academy dreams of killing that young and beautiful female teacher… that's human nature.

Since I know how dangerous it is for teachers and students to be together, why would I shoot myself in the foot and create trouble for myself?

Fortunately, for some reason, women who focus on studying magic are prone to remaining unmarried, spending their days boiling large vats of herbs, practicing magic, and only having black cats for company; over time, they become wrinkled old women. So when I needed an elderly female magician, Uncle Fu easily found one for me.

I've been incredibly busy these past few days and haven't paid much attention to Ah Xue's studies. When Mao Yan'an mentioned it, I was puzzled and wanted to ask, but he was already gone.

Feeling uneasy, I rushed into the mansion, ignoring everyone else, and headed straight for Ah Xue's room. Her magic class had already ended, but from outside the door, I could hear heavy breathing inside, clearly suggestive of lust.

(That bitch! She's been here so long and already cheating on me…wait…didn't I tell Uncle Fu to kill any man who dares enter Ah Xue's room? How did she manage to…could she be having a perverted bestiality with Violet? No, that's absurd. What am I thinking?

If I keep thinking like this, I'll go crazy sooner or later.) Without thinking, I kicked the door open and burst in.

This wasn't the first time this had happened, so when I burst in, Ah Xue's screams were much quieter. The situation was no different from what I'd experienced in Fog Valley Village; in fact, it was almost identical. A terrified girl, disheveled bedding, a bowl of milk on the table—only the crying baby was missing…

Wait! Why was there a bowl of this on the table?

I reached out and touched the rim of the bowl, confirming it was warm. The noble mansion didn't raise cows or sheep; where did they get such fresh milk? It smelled warm and sweet, without the usual fishy or goaty odor of cow or sheep milk. Somewhat puzzled, I turned to look at the owner of the room.

"Master, Master."

Ah Xue looked at me with a mixture of panic and barely concealed shyness. She sat half-reclined on the bed, her thin blouse half-undone, buttons undone, revealing her fair shoulders, full cleavage, and a large expanse of white, rounded breast skin peeking through the fabric [www.52dzs.com]. The sight made my heart race, and I knew she wasn't wearing any underwear.

These clues, along with the strange panting I heard outside the door before I burst in, led me to an absurd, unbelievable, yet most logically sound conclusion. However, this conclusion was truly ridiculous; to confirm it, I needed more corroborating evidence.

"Ah Xue, what's wrong with you? You're not even dressed properly in your own room? You haven't even buttoned up your clothes, and it's not even night yet. Are you already trying to sleep with your master?"

I chuckled, gently lifting Ah Xue's round chin, enjoying the blushing expression on this beautiful little fox girl's face. I said, "You just finished class and didn't even eat lunch before rushing back to your room to expose your breasts. Ah Xue, when did you become such a little slut?"

Ah Xue blushed deeply at my teasing, so ashamed that she wanted to bury her head under the covers. But with my hand on her face, she couldn't hide anywhere, and I had a full view of her blushing face. I also noticed that while Ah Xue shyly avoided my gaze, she kept looking at the porcelain bowl on the table. This reaction alone made me certain of what was going on.

"Huh? What's that bowl over there? What's in it? Milk? Ah Xue, you skipped lunch and ran back to your room, so you secretly hid something good here."

I picked up the bowl halfway, and Ah Xue's expression became very tense, her little hands gripping the quilt nervously. Seeing this, I secretly chuckled to myself, deliberately pondering, "There's no wet nurse in the manor, so where does this milk come from? Ah Xue, do you know?"

"That's...that's...I..."

Ah Xue hesitated, dragging it out for a long time before finally whispering, "I don't know either."

"Really? You don't know? Then it must have been given to you by Uncle Fu."

I smiled, "But where did Uncle Fu get all this? Ah! I guessed it, it's cow's milk. The manor must have just acquired a new, strong dairy cow, and Uncle Fu specially prepared it for you to try first."

"No...this isn't..."

"Isn't it cow's milk? Then it must be goat's milk?"

"No...it's not..."

"It's neither cow's milk nor goat's milk... Oh! Then it must be pig's milk. There's a new, round, fat sow in the manor. No wonder this bowl of milk smells so bad; it's the stinky milk of a fat sow."

The more I said, the more outrageous it became. When I compared it to a sow, Ah Xue's ears turned red, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Master... Master... You're so mean! I... I've already..."

Her voice was already trembling with sobs. I knew I should stop while I was ahead, so I smiled slightly, sat down beside Ah Xue, and gently put my arm around her shoulder.

Ah Xue twisted her body, trying to struggle and escape. As a form of protest against me, I certainly wouldn't let her have her way. I pulled her close, first kissing her soft neck, then kissing her earlobes. In no time, Ah Xue slumped into my arms.

"No matter what happens, we can solve it together. I've said before that no matter what you become, you'll still be my good Ah Xue. Why don't you have any faith in me?"

"Really? Really?"

“Of course it’s true, why would I lie to you? Come, tell your master, what’s wrong? What’s making you so uneasy?”

I gently wiped away Ah Xue’s tears and comforted her, urging her to tell me. Ah Xue knew she couldn’t hide it any longer, and she sobbed as she explained,

“On the way back from the Southern Barbarians, I felt strange. My chest felt so swollen and heavy, and I felt feverish at night. It was so uncomfortable…”

"Yeah, your breasts have gotten bigger, so they're bound to feel heavy. I told you I still like them, you don't need to be upset about it."

But the situation was much more serious than that. Just when Ah Xue had finally managed to mentally recover with my encouragement and try to adapt to her new, fuller, and more sensitive body, things changed after they entered Mist Valley Village.

During their time in Mist Valley Village, to deal with the crisis, I constantly urged Ah Xue to practice dark magic. As Ah Xue's magic power gradually increased, it also affected her physical body.

Whenever she finished practicing a spell or completing other magic exercises, not long after... Ah Xue would feel her blood burning, her lust rising uncontrollably. The longer it dragged on, the dizzy she would become, filled with illusions and sounds of lovers making love.

Ah Xue dared not tell me about these phenomena, and with my constant urging, she could only retreat to her room after each training session. At first, she would hide under the covers and try to suppress it, but later, unable to bear it any longer, she would try to soothe herself by touching her body.

The bloodstains I saw on Ah Xue's wrists in Fog Valley Village, besides being from practicing dark magic, were also partly from when she couldn't bear her lust and cut herself on her wrist to suppress it.

"Foolish thing, all you want is a man, why don't you come to me? Am I not a man? Or are you afraid I can't satisfy you?"

My teasing seemed to calm Xue down a bit, and a smile appeared on her face. However, just as she was about to continue, she glanced at me timidly.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, keep going. Is there anything that could scare me?"

A further change occurred in Misty Valley Village. When Xue made another breakthrough in her study of black magic, she went back to her room that day and, while masturbating, she was shocked to find her chest feeling wet and warm after a series of orgasms.

At first, she thought it was just sweat dripping from her passion, but upon closer inspection, the water stains on her chest were white and sticky, with a sweet fragrance that sweat wouldn't have, like glistening dewdrops glistening around her pink nipples.

She dipped her finger in it and tasted it. When Xue realized what the liquid was, she immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"I...I'm not a mother yet, so why...why do I have milk? Master, Ah Xue has really become a monster...I don't want to, I...I'm so afraid of becoming like this..."

Overwhelmed by pressure, Ah Xue finished speaking in one breath, tears streaming down her face, and she hugged my shoulder and cried. I tried to ease the situation and smiled, "Yeah, I'm wondering too. I've done it to you so many times, and you haven't used any special contraception, so why haven't I become a mother yet?"

"Master, you're laughing at me again. You always play with my bottom, how could I become a mother..."

Ah Xue angrily punched my shoulder with her small fist. I didn't control the force well, and it really hurt so much that my vision went black. But she cared more about my reaction than my joke.

"Ah, you used to hold the baby all day long as a shield?"

Thinking back to when Ah Xue always held the baby and played with it, it turned out to be to cover up the evidence of her engorged breasts. Suddenly, something flashed through my mind.

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