Alibuda Chronicles 7

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Seeing Sister Yueying like this, the dizzying, intoxicating feeling almost made me lose control. I quickly grabbed Mao Yan'an next to me and whispered,
"Hey, where did you get this outfit? You're the one who arranged her sneaking away, you must know something."
"Yueying asked me to find her some clothes that ordinary people wear, so I found this one for her. Pretty eye-catching, right?"
"Nonsense, we're supposed to be hiding! Dressed like this, is it a disguise or to hook up with men?"
"Of course it's to hook up with you, you little pervert. Giving you a chance to feast your eyes, you should be grateful."
I was about to retort when Yueying appeared in front of us.
"Thank you for waiting. I've been looking forward to it since last night. But, is it really okay to leave without saying goodbye?"
Yueying always puts others first. After all, if something happened to her, too many people would be implicated and punished. But Mao Yan'an and I, of course, quickly assured her that everything was arranged properly and there would be no problem.
To go shopping and sightseeing with the beautiful princess, I certainly didn't need to bring along a troublesome sketching fanatic. So, Mao Yan'an was dutifully sacrificed to keep things under control at the inn and prevent anyone from discovering Yueying's departure.
Although, with my ample preparations, the destination of this journey was definitely some unknown bed, I couldn't just drug my companion out of the room immediately. I still had to take her shopping and have some fun first.
However, to be honest, that's how things are between men and women: shopping, having fun, and then going to bed. The first part is the process, and the second part is the original purpose. What I was going to do today was simply to shorten the process, go to bed after a day of shopping, and save time and money.
After everything was settled, Yueying and I began our incognito trip for the day. She used to enjoy browsing handicrafts at markets and was also very interested in street food. Because these places were crowded and complicated, the guards dared not let her go there, so I listed them as today's main sightseeing spots.
While Sara may not rival the Golden Flower Federation in terms of scale as an international metropolis, it is still a remarkably diverse metropolis. The markets, bustling with trade between various countries, thrive during the limited trading hours.
Yunyang Street in the eastern market, when Yueying left twelve years ago, was a hub for Sara's handicrafts, attracting vendors from other provinces. However, after twelve years of development, it has transformed into a shopping street for personal accessories and weapon parts.
Yueying, dressed in simple coarse cloth, initially followed my lead but later took the lead, browsing this stall and that shop, seemingly regaining her former vitality.
Yueying has never practiced martial arts and her stamina isn't great; after running around for half an hour, she showed signs of fatigue. Yet, the joy and ease in her eyes radiated a vibrant life force, like a delicate flower in a greenhouse receiving the warm caress of the sun.
Seeing such a look made me happy, but sadly, Yueying's eyes held a hint of regret and melancholy—a sentiment that no one can avoid when revisiting a place after many years.
Previously, these ornaments were merely cheap, worthless items. However, as the martial spirit of Alibuda grew, and the pursuers brought in new technologies from the Golden Flower Federation and the Ishtar Kingdom, people discovered that these ornaments, besides their beauty, also possessed significant practical value.
Walking down the street, shops displayed new styles of wristbands and jade pendants; these were merely painted models, and the real items had to be purchased inside. The models were often displayed in long strings, showing customers the available colors, with labels below indicating the colors.
"Boss, let me see this old silver pendant... Hmm, fire resistance level 2.5, waterproof level 2.5, it's really rubbish. Are you selling this as jewelry or children's toys?" (Children's toys: toys for children)
"Sir, this is just a pendant, not a shield. It's a mass-produced item from the factory, so its effectiveness can't compare to handmade items, but the price is very cheap. Look at our price tag, only 20,000 ari. If you buy in bulk or pay in cash with gold coins, there are discounts. We're fair to everyone." "
No. Its effectiveness is only level 2, not even the most basic holy light blessing. It's
too much of a rip-off to charge me 200 silver coins. I'm going to look at other shops."
"Sir, don't say that. How about this cat's eye ring? It's a replica of the Damascus Ring of Destiny. The price..." I didn't intend to buy anything; I was just browsing these ornaments, enjoying the fun of shopping with Yueying.
The reason why the jewelry market has been so sought after in recent years, with prices continuously rising, is because the Golden Flower Federation deliberately helped and exchanged knowledge with our country, exchanging magical forging techniques for how to keep goat milk and cow milk at room temperature for thirty days without them turning sour
. Currently, the two main combat methods are swords and magic. Warriors are not good at long-range, ranged attacks, while mages are always at a disadvantage in close combat. Due to inherent limitations, they can only focus on improving their equipment.
To profit from both, weapon merchants have continuously researched and improved forging techniques. The robes and staves used by mages have begun to be imbued with agility and the ability to absorb magic power and convert it into striking power; the armor and shields worn by warriors have also developed resistance to elemental attacks. Initially, although the effects of these magically enhanced armor pieces were as minor as health drinks with added nutrients, they were already highly sought after, leading to a buying frenzy and making weapon merchants extremely wealthy.
The quality of supernatural weapons and armor depends on the technology used in their manufacture, not necessarily on the amount worn. Sometimes, wearing too much can even cause repulsion between the armor pieces. However, in their pursuit of safety, people greedily pile on layers, but since a person only has two hands and can't wear two layers of armor, merchants turned their attention to accessories after the weapon and armor market became saturated, giving new value and prices to traditional handicrafts.
The market in Alibuda primarily inherited the style of the Golden Flower Federation, but in their ambition to surpass them, merchants offered hefty rewards to anyone who could steal the technology from Ishtar, eventually developing a situation where they could rival the artisans of the Golden Flower Federation.
"The two most popular shops on the main street are Mingyu Pavilion at the beginning, which spans from the arms market and has a very large business; and Baodaxiang at the end of the street, which started with jewelry and ornaments and later successfully invested in other businesses. Both are branches of the Golden Finch Federation, with independent technicians specializing in research and production, making their products better than those mass-produced by ordinary factories, and at much higher prices. As for Jiyuezhai, the shop you used to like, although it was a local business, it went out of business many years ago because the owner was caught smuggling with the Ijinta people."
After we finished strolling through Yunyang Street, I found a small wine shop with decent craftsmanship and took Yueying inside to chat and rest. This shop was located in an alley and was not conspicuous. It wasn't mealtime, and when we went in, there were only three or five customers chatting. At one table was a man with a parrot and several young women. It was obvious that he was using his talk about bird-keeping to pick up girls.
I chose this shop, of course, to listen to bird-keeping stories. This shop is quite famous behind the scenes, with a backstage-like club for powerful figures. Once you become a member, the bartender will subtly drug your drinks whenever you bring a female companion, observing your gestures.
Membership costs a hefty sum. When I was a low-ranking military officer, I couldn't afford it, but my grandfather's travelogue contained recipes for special spices that could make drinks more flavorful. I used these recipes to gain these privileges.
Upon entering, since we didn't know anyone there, and we sat in a corner, Yueying removed her veil to let her face breathe. After ordering wine and grilled fish, I gestured for the bartender to drug my drink.
As the glass was placed in front of Yueying, I suddenly had a very uneasy feeling, as if I had forgotten something important. I thought about it but couldn't figure it out; I was probably just worried that Yueying would notice something was wrong with the drink.
Yueying seemed oblivious. After the dish was served, she lightly sprinkled lemon juice on the grilled fish, picked up her wine glass, sniffed the aroma, but didn't drink.
I was a little anxious and casually asked her why she wasn't drinking. Yueying smiled and said that wine should be smelled first, otherwise it would be a waste of the winemaker's hard work.
I didn't care about the winemaker's supposed hard work. The effects of the twelve bottles of aphrodisiacs I had just taken were already showing, and now I was in a hard-on, waiting for my desire to be released. But if I acted too eager, I was afraid Yueying would notice something was wrong, so I had to suppress my desire and force a smile.
However, being with a woman who knows you too well is a dangerous thing. Even though I acted as if nothing was wrong, Yueying intuitively sensed something was amiss, playing with her wine glass and speaking with a half-smile.
"Little brother, you're hiding something from me."
"Just kidding, sister, why would I hide anything from you? You're my good sister. But there are some things that are actually quite funny. Sister, do you know I had some strange dreams last night? I'm afraid they'll scare you if I tell you."
Using this as a starting point, I jokingly recounted last night's dreams. Yueying obviously didn't find the joke funny at all. After listening, she rolled her eyes at me and said, "I've heard that people who are under a lot of psychological pressure often have strange dreams. Is something making you feel a lot of pressure?"
"Sister, do you think I'm the kind of bad person who would have ulterior motives? My conscience is clear, why would I feel pressured?"
"You're lying. You look like you're not being sincere. You brought me to this shop specifically, there must be some purpose behind it."
A woman's intuition is truly terrifying. In order to get Yueying to drink that cup of wine as soon as possible, I could only laugh it off.
"Haha, sister, you're so smart! The reason I brought you here is..."
"Rape! I'm going to rape you!"
It's hard for others to imagine that at that moment, I was all smiles and about to speak with the utmost sincerity when I suddenly blurted out this true intention in a rough voice. A cold sweat broke out on my back, and Yueying, after a moment of shock, covered her mouth with her hand while laughing.
It wasn't me who said those words, nor was it a god from heaven, but that damned parrot at the nearby table. I don't know what possessed it, but it suddenly blurted out those words, leaving me embarrassed and unable to move forward or backward. Meanwhile, the men and women at that table were lewdly laughing as if it were none of their business, saying things like, "Your bird is lustful," "My bird down there is even more lustful," "You brought me here so you could rape me," and "Hehehe, I'm going to drug you with alcohol and rape you," things that were simply outrageous.
The man wasn't just talking; he gestured to the bartender, asking for a drugged drink. He hadn't noticed, and in my rage, I gestured back, ordering him a drugged drink as well.
It's a sad thing that my mother didn't teach me to eat carelessly when I was little. When his female companion collapsed, he flashed a smug, lewd smile, which instantly froze on his face before he too collapsed.
The noisy guys fell asleep, but I had to maintain a smile and wait for Yueying to finish her drink. During this time, we talked about our shopping trip, and when I mentioned the shops on the street, Yueying brought up the talents of Alibuda.
"When I was in the Golden Flower Federation, I heard people mention many times that a master craftsman has emerged in Alibuda in the last two years. She's a half-elf woman named Zhizhi Lonia. Although she's a newcomer, her skills are better than those of several well-known workshops. She's become an important figure for various countries to poach talent, so our country isn't without talent after all."
The sudden mention of Zhizhi startled me, but I remained outwardly calm, replying that this master craftsman was under Leng Linglan's special protection and I had no chance to meet her.
"However, it's quite poignant," Yueying said softly, a hint of sadness appearing on her beautiful face.
"I prefer the old days, when people just sold simple handicrafts, without any practical value, simply appreciating the beauty of the craftsmanship. Why does everything have to be given a purpose in conflict, used to hurt others?"
"Don't think like that, sister. Being kind-hearted is good, but if you're too out of touch with reality, life will be hard.
Rather than saying these things are given a purpose in conflict, they're just adding practicality. If you think of it that way, it's not a big deal. People are just doing what's most in line with the principles of survival. Beautiful and practical handicrafts, isn't that better than before?"
Yueying thought for a moment and smiled, "Si, maybe you're right, but you're a soldier yourself, and you recently received a gold coin reward. Why not buy some good protective gear?"
"Well... these weapons and armor do have an effect in actual combat, but in the long run, they do more harm than good. My weirdo... my father once taught me a basic concept: the best supernatural artifacts absorb the wielder's life force when used. The stronger the wielder, the greater the power they can unleash. The two complement each other, making them invincible."
I casually said, "However, few people are willing to honestly hone their martial arts skills. Many hope to use artifacts to achieve instant success. Merchants, following this advice, develop items that, while not very effective, are still usable by most people, no matter how bad they are. This creates a vicious cycle. People who rely on supernatural artifacts for a long time are ultimately no match for experts, no matter how good the artifact is. The noble knights who die in the chaos of battle are often these kinds of people."
Because I was focused on the cup in Yueying's hand, I forgot that she didn't like listening to these martial arts theories, but before I could apologize, Yueying had already waved her hand and smiled.
"Don't worry, I'm not so fragile that others need to avoid talking about me. But, little brother, you're even more outstanding than you look. With such insight and ambition, you'll definitely shine in the military in the future. Lanlan will have to rely on you for a lot."
"What a joke! She doesn't need my care. It's good enough if she doesn't kill me."
More importantly, who cares about that bitch Leng Linglan? Sister, you've been shaking that cup for ages. I beg you, please drink it already!
Just as I was staring at the cup in Yueying's hand, looking miserable and feeling unbearably hot between my legs, I suddenly caught a glimpse of something that made my eyes almost pop out. I stared in disbelief at the alleyway door a dozen feet away, at that familiar female figure.
Overwhelmed by surprise, I was stunned for a moment. Even after calming down and opening my eyes to check, I couldn't find that fleeting female figure.
(That figure just now was Phoenix. This is a public place. Why is she here? Is she here to solicit customers again? Who is her target this time?)
Since leaving Jiang Li, I haven't encountered that female demon again. On one hand, it's unnecessary, and on the other hand, I'm wary of inviting a demon and bringing bad luck. That figure just appeared briefly and then disappeared. I'm not sure if it really is that cunning and vicious female demon.
The more I think about it, the more uneasy I become. A strong curiosity rises in my heart. After several attempts to restrain myself, I finally decided to go and see.
"Sister, don't drink before I come back."
"Huh? Why am I so thirsty?"
"Because the smell isn't good enough. You need to smell it for a while longer before you can drink it. Anyway... just don't drink it."
I hurriedly said this and ran out of the shop. I looked left and right and rushed towards the place where Phoenix disappeared. I ran into that dead-end alley, but I couldn't see anything except a wall at the end. There was nothing there, and Phoenix was nowhere to be seen.
(I clearly saw her running this way, how could she have disappeared? Could I be seeing things? No way, even if my eyes were playing tricks on me, my dick wouldn't be wrong. That seductive and alluring feeling, besides Phoenix, that female demon, what woman could...?)
This thought flashed through my mind, and I exclaimed "Ah!" as I thought of a glamorous beauty with a similar temperament to Phoenix.
(Oh no, could it be the Ishtar witch? Encountering her here would be a disaster. I'd better get out of here.)
Though these thoughts crossed my mind, I didn't act on them. The reason I stopped wasn't surprise, but a strange pressure, a magical pressure originating from a slowing spell.
One of the strategies mages use against warriors is to cast a slowing spell to suppress the warrior's reaction and speed, allowing them to launch attack spells. I only hesitated for a moment before realizing I'd been ambushed. I thought to myself, "Thank goodness!" I sensed three people approaching from behind with ill intent.
To be fair, these three mages were all level five experts. Perhaps intimidated by my past achievements and fearful of my strength, they attacked together with all their might. Two used slowing spells, and the last one even used gravity manipulation. Three pressures were applied to my body simultaneously. My bones and muscles, unable to withstand the pressure, emitted terrifying sounds. The three were astonished that my reputation was undeserved, and my martial arts were so poor. They quickly withdrew their spells.
However, what I was being underestimated about was that, possessing a certain level of magical cultivation, I was powerless against such slowness and pressure, unlike a simple martial artist. So, when they released their incantations and approached me, I feigned unconsciousness, but had already recovered. My hand secretly gripped Hyakkimaru, and I used my most prized sneak attack.
"Ancient gods of lust, in the name of John Farrell, I pray to you, guide the power of lust, come forth! Lustful worms!" My chant was soft and fast, but against archmages, these actions were insufficient. The magical fluctuations from the incantation alone alerted them, causing them to retreat hastily in surprise.
Fortunately, my sword strike wasn't too slow. Before they could retreat, Hyakkimaru unleashed a crimson light, beautiful and poignant, leaving a few thin streaks of blood at the tip of its crimson glow.
Though only a little, it drew blood; Hyakkimaru had wounded them. These mages were all highly skilled. As they retreated, they erected magical barriers to protect themselves from the upcoming sword strikes and physical attacks—a tactic employed by mages with extensive combat experience. Unfortunately, despite having a sword, my next attack wasn't a sword strike, but rather a lewd spell, not belonging to the six major magic systems.
With a flick of my wrist, following the invisible trajectory of magic, the lewd worms landed on the three mages. The magical barriers, capable only of resisting physical attacks, offered no protection against poison. Even if they were wearing protective gear, it would be useless, because the lewd worms' bodily fluids would impair their movement upon contact, and they would then burrow into blood. Once the worms entered their bloodstream through wounds, no one could save these three frantically struggling victims.
Things were progressing smoothly, and I was congratulating myself on my success when suddenly a chill ran down my spine… no, the entire surrounding space suddenly became incredibly cold, making me shiver uncontrollably.
This cold feeling seemed familiar; it was the same chilling sensation that surrounded me whenever Ah Xue summoned spirits.
(A powerful dark mage has arrived.)
The venomous insects I flicked at the three mages instantly turned into wisps of black smoke and vanished without a trace. I'd seen this technique in the Blood Nightmare Chronicles—manipulating spirits to corrode objects. To be able to land such precise shots and wield them so freely must be the work of a very high-ranking necromancer.
My surprise ended there, because suddenly everything went dark, and I couldn't move my limbs. I almost lost consciousness on the spot. The Blood Nightmare Chronicles mentioned that Ishtar possessed a secret technique that mimicked the Shadow Fixation Technique from water-based ninjutsu, binding the target's soul and thus affecting the body, sealing their movements.
Fortunately, the records in the Blood Nightmare Chronicles allowed me to remain conscious, though I deliberately feigned unconsciousness to try and deceive the enemy and regain as much mobility as possible.
At this point, even a ghost could guess that these guys were Ishtar's bastards, and the one who intervened to save people and subdue me was most likely Narcissa. They seemed afraid of being recognized, so they deliberately changed their language.
They weren't using Ishtar, but after using black magic, changing the language was pointless and just a cover-up.
These guys were spouting nonsense, saying they could tell I was weak but treacherous, and that I'd almost fallen for their trap; another said that even the brilliant Blood Nightmare Great Spirit Shaman wouldn't have fallen to me; and yet another flattered me, saying I was shameless and lewd, that even though I was frozen in place and unconscious, my erection was still throbbing high.
Damn it, is a man's erection bothering you? If it were you, after being given twelve doses of aphrodisiacs and then frozen in this semi-squatting position, you'd have ejaculated and become impotent long ago. How could you stand there like that?
They started discussing what to do with me. These Ishtar people seemed to find it troublesome; after all, this was Alibuda, during the peace conference. If they really killed me, things would definitely not end well, but they were also very unwilling to let me go like this.
There is a deep-seated hatred between me and the Ishtar people. It contains my own share, the share of inheriting my perverted father's legacy, and possibly even the share of my future. Given the chance, which Ishtar person wouldn't want to tear me apart?
Narcissa remained silent. I wasn't sure if she was still nearby, but suddenly a deep female voice told these guys to get me some aphrodisiac, the stronger the better, preferably the kind that would cause me to die of impotence immediately if I didn't ejaculate quickly. "A dignified commander of ten thousand cavalry, dying of impotence in a small alley, such a shameful scandal, I doubt Alibuda would want to publicize it. He'll just
let it go, which makes things much easier." Easy my foot! A respectable woman, yet she has such filthy and vicious thoughts. She's utterly depraved. I was helpless. My mobility hadn't recovered, and I couldn't move a finger to struggle. I could only pretend to be unconscious and let them pour some strange potion down my throat.
What karma! I've been drugging women too much lately, and today I actually drugged someone! Luckily it wasn't Ah Xue who drugged me, otherwise I could have drugged someone seventeen or eighteen more times to make up for it. But why would a dark mage carry aphrodisiacs? Just this alone proves that last night's series of incidents must be related to them. While wizards skilled in dark magic can absorb a person's essence and soul, if the conditions are specific—to draw the soul out of the body during female intercourse and orgasm—then drugs are necessary.
After I drugged them, these people quickly left; of course, they had no interest in seeing Captain Alibudawan die of impotence.
After they left, I quickly felt a burning sensation all over my body, my mind was in turmoil, and I was extremely anxious. I still couldn't move, what should I do? Not only could I not move, but my eyelids were as hard as stone and I couldn't open them. I couldn't possibly wait until the poison took effect, squatting here with my semen flowing freely and dying from exhaustion, could I?
Even if I could regain my mobility and run outside, what could I do? This place was too far from the brothel or the Marquis's mansion. Should I rush to the tavern, grab Sister Yueying, and, blushing, ask her for help to detoxify me? Hmm, this idea is terrible, but it might actually be feasible. If I could succeed in one go, the effect would definitely be better than drugging and raping me.
(Damn it, I shouldn't have run out and gotten myself ambushed by the Ishtar people. If I had stayed in the tavern, I'd be having a good time with Sister Yueying by now.)
My anger couldn't change reality. Just as I was racking my brains for a solution, I suddenly felt dizzy, and a soft sigh reached my ears. It was a woman, but I hadn't noticed when she appeared; she was there without warning, like a ghost.
"Sigh, brother, why is it always like this when I see you? If every customer was as troublesome as you, what would we salespeople do?"
A sweet, soft voice, unlike Narcissus's deep voice, belonged to another woman. Her voice seemed to possess some kind of magic; as soon as she finished speaking, the dark magic obscuring my vision vanished, allowing me to open my eyes and regain my sight.
◆ Chapter Seven: Human Torture
Actually, even without opening my eyes, I knew who it was. Speaking in that tone, and always appearing when I'm vulnerable—who else but this female demon, Phoenix, who signed a soul-buying contract with me and constantly tries to get me to make wishes to pay for it
, could possibly open their eyes? What I saw was somewhat acceptable: Phoenix was wearing a grey priestess's robe, smiling at me. However, there were probably no female priestesses in the world with such heavy makeup, nor any woman wearing such a provocative robe.
A U-shaped neckline revealed a snow-white cleavage, her high, full breasts drawing my gaze closely. A long slit was torn in the side of her robe, exposing her long, smooth thighs. When she deliberately swayed her hips, slowly extending her right leg, the hem of her robe billowed open, revealing her rounded buttocks.
I strained my eyes to see, and at the edge of my vision, all I could see was smooth, white skin. I couldn't tell if she was wearing underwear under her robe. For any other woman, this would be a very alluring temptation, but this she-devil was so lewd that she often relied on sex to attract clients. Putting on and taking off clothes was too much trouble, so I figured she probably wasn't. It saved me the trouble of guessing.
Although I felt disdain for this utterly depraved body, as a male, it would be foolish not to look at such a beautiful sight. However, her teasing only made my already aching crotch throb even more, as if it were about to explode.
"Hey, just say you're upset. We're all so close, do you think I wouldn't help you?"
Phoenix seemed intent on kicking me when I was down. Knowing I couldn't hold back, she deliberately leaned against my shoulder, her soft body pressed against mine, and said, "But, like fish helping water, water helping fish, help me this once too. Just make a wish, just one."
What followed was a long tug-of-war. Although I couldn't speak, I stubbornly refused to agree. The two sides were deadlocked. In the end, although I was red-faced and my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, I still didn't give in.
Finally, Phoenix seemed to have given in too, and punched me hard in the chest.
"You're too picky! You're burning with desire, and you're still insisting on what? Let me tell you, there are no perfect women in the world. If you don't want my help, do you expect that socialite, Leng Yueying, who throws orgys every month in the Golden Flower Federation, to help you?" Because her voice was soft and fast, and I was disoriented, I didn't hear clearly. I only heard Phoenix say something that seemed to be about Sister Yueying, and it was definitely not something nice. But with my burning desire having nowhere to go, my mind was hazy, and I didn't pay attention to it. No matter how unhappy I was, in the end, thanks to Phoenix's help, the crisis was averted. This female demon, though cunning and ruthless, still had a shred of humanity when serving her customers.
Even though I didn't make a wish until the very end, Phoenix didn't abandon me. I don't really understand, but if I die like this, before I've even finished making my five wishes, the soul contract I signed might be broken. Everyone would be at each other's throats, my death would be gruesome, and Phoenix wouldn't be able to get my soul.
Judging purely by looks and figure, Phoenix is a stunning beauty, enough to set every male animal ablaze with desire. My aversion to her stems not only from the accumulation of several incidents but also from an instinctive repulsion.
"Seductive" is not the same as "delicate" or "bright"; the more intense the flavor, the less lasting it is. Phoenix, with her heavy makeup, is the embodiment of seductive sexiness, but after a while, it gets a bit tiresome. While the life in a bar is sensual and intoxicating, one can't sleep in a bar forever. When a woman in front of me has nothing but sex appeal, of course I won't feel any attraction to her.
But at this crucial moment, nothing is more suitable for stimulation than "seductive." However, it's hard to say; if I were left here a little longer, I might very well become so delirious that I'd even sleep with a sow.
Ignoring my still-unable-to-move, displeased expression, Phoenix chuckled, unbuckled my belt, and pulled my pants down to my knees. My penis immediately sprang out, erect and swaying with my pulse. Phoenix then pulled her robe off her shoulders, revealing her bare upper body and her white, tender breasts, previously hidden beneath the coarse robe. She smiled at me and used her soft, snowy breasts to massage my penis in the narrow, dark alley.
When I finally ejaculated, I felt a little grateful to Phoenix. She could have used some underhanded methods to directly stimulate my acupoints and blood circulation, causing a torrent of semen and finishing instantly, or simply reached out and quickly masturbated me. But she used such a delicate… even gentle method, allowing me to release my desires twice in succession.
Although the ejaculation was a bit painful, at least I didn't have to lie in bed for days, and that was because the aphrodisiac was too strong, not because of Phoenix. Watching her use her robe to wipe my penis clean and then place it back in my trousers, her meticulous care momentarily made me forget my wariness of her.
I had clearly heard what Phoenix had just said, but I still found it somewhat hard to believe. I wanted to ask, but firstly, I couldn't bring myself to speak, and secondly… how credible could a statement from a demon be? If I couldn't resist my curiosity and asked, I would only fall deeper into the demon's trap.
The aphrodisiac's deadly effects wore off, and Phoenix said that the black magic binding me would also disappear after she left. However, she urged me to return to the tavern immediately because Leng Linglan had received information that the perpetrators of last night's series of crimes were in this area and were leading a large force to search and apprehend them.
"If you were caught red-handed, you'd be in a real bind, hehe. Take care, handsome brother. Call me again next time you need business."
Easier said than done. She's always the one who comes to me; I've never had a chance to go to her. Thankfully, this female demon has some business ethics; she didn't abandon me in this critical moment. But it's just a simple contractual relationship. If I die, she won't benefit. Besides, every time she saves me, I pay a hefty price; I don't necessarily gain anything.
"Wake up. Demons don't spread rumors. The moon has a bright, clear side and a dark, deep side. If you really want to know, go find a few tabloids from the Golden Flower Federation."
Although I didn't want to hear anything, Phoenix kissed my ear and whispered a few words before disappearing—truly a demonic whisper.
Demons really know how to dispel dark magic. My limbs returned to normal. As for Phoenix, she had long since vanished. I didn't have time to think anymore; I had to act immediately. If Phoenix is right, Leng Linglan has already led her team to search for the suspect in last night's series of murders. Judging by the time, those Ishtar people should have already escaped. It would be a miracle if Leng Linglan caught them. I'm not afraid of running into her. We're all in charge of security for this meeting, and I can just say I'm here to follow up on the clues.
But it would be a bit inconvenient if she saw me with Sister Yueying. This woman who always wants to ride on men's heads is a psychopath. If she senses anything unusual, my grand plan for today will be ruined. Thinking of this, I immediately ran towards the tavern.
"Ah—ouch—" Taking a step, I almost stumbled and fell. A numb feeling spread from the soles of my feet. This wasn't due to the black magic I had just experienced, but rather... ejaculating six times in just a few hours. Any normal man would feel weak in the legs.
The two shots I fired at Phoenix's chest earlier, while not particularly intense, were still quite dramatic due to the twelve bottles of aphrodisiacs I'd taken beforehand, plus the potent aphrodisiac from Ishtar. I hadn't felt it while under the black magic's spell, but now that I'd regained my mobility, I felt completely drained, even moving a finger was difficult.
(Just kidding, I won't be defeated like this! I'm immortal until I get my soup!)
Encouraging myself with this belief, I struggled to my feet and ran desperately out of the alley.
(But, I'm already this exhausted, can I still manage? No, even if I have to take another aphrodisiac, I'm going to get my soup today.)
The sudden thought almost made my legs go weak, but I rallied my spirits and ran out of the alley towards the hotel. When I got there and saw the scene inside, I couldn't help but curse inwardly. Sister Yueying was still in her seat, which was certainly a relief, but she was slumped over the table, her wine glass empty, clearly indicating she had been drugged and passed out.
"Sister, sister, wake up! Don't sleep! I told you not to drink it! You drank it before I got back, what are we going to do now?" I called out anxiously, but the fast-sleeping Yueying didn't respond at all. The dose of drug I had given her was definitely strong; thankfully it wasn't an aphrodisiac, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do now.
A bunch of troublemakers are coming from outside. How am I supposed to escape with an unconscious person on my back?
Worse still, if Leng Linglan sees me, how am I supposed to explain my actions and tell her why I was with the unconscious First Lady Yueying?
"Shopkeeper, this way..."
I wanted to ask the shopkeeper about the back door, but there was no one at the counter. The shopkeeper, who had something to hide, was like a frightened bird. As soon as he saw a large group of imperial guards coming this way, he thought he had been caught and had already run away.
"Damn it, you ran away so fast. Luckily, I already know this place well." Having been chased and attacked many times when I went out, I always made it a habit to find the back door and escape route first when I arrived at a new place. I had been to this shop more than a hundred times. The escape route was behind the door on the left, under the iron lid of the three wine jars. I didn't need to ask the shopkeeper. I knew it in my mind. I immediately picked up Yueying and ran to the back.
The couple who had been drugged earlier were still asleep on the table. When I passed by, I saw the slick-haired guy, lewdly grinning even in his sleep, and I felt uneasy.
"All you think about is drugging and raping women, you uncultured, shameless slut, die!"
As a civilized person with good manners, I always need to find some hypocritical reason to kill. Hyakkimaru raised his sword and pierced the chest, the slick-haired guy was done for without a sound. His female companion was quite attractive. Normally, he wouldn't have been polite, but now he had to give up and carried the unconscious Tsukisaki towards the back door. The underground secret passage was naturally the safest way, but sometimes it wasn't. After struggling to carry her down the long, dark tunnel, panting like a lame dog, my mouth dry, I finally reached the end and was about to climb the stairs when something suddenly fell down in front of me.
"This is... a head." Misfortune never comes singly. The supposedly well-hidden exit of the secret passage had somehow been discovered. The bartender who had run out before me had his head chopped off. There was a commotion upstairs; judging from the noise, it seemed like a large contingent of the Imperial Guard had arrived.
"Damn bartender! I told you not to run this shady place! At your age, you're still not learning good manners. Not only did you lose your head, but you also made me turn around and run. Isn't this just blatant sabotage?" Complaining was useless, but escaping was possible. I hurriedly picked up Yueying and ran back through the narrow passage, traversing the long, dark tunnel. Having ejaculated six times in quick succession, I ran wildly through the tunnel carrying her. When I finally opened the metal lid and ran out, I was seeing stars. I tripped and fell to the ground, only remembering to hold Yueying tightly, while I was exhausted and about to faint.
(No time, hurry up and run...)
It was only through sheer willpower that I managed to get up and continue running, but passing by that greasy-haired lecherous thief, I still felt furious. I kicked him and the table, knocking him down.
"Hmm, at least I have someone to provoke me. That makes me feel a little better." Feeling a bit better, I quickly led my men out the door. My escape speed was less than satisfactory. I'm not a long-distance runner to begin with, and carrying someone made me even slower. Fortunately, no one had tracked us down yet. I hurriedly led Yueying out of the alley and onto Xueyang Street. We slipped into the crowd, hoping to hide in the trees.
"Ah—! Oh no!" The situation was truly critical. Just as I hid in the crowd, a commotion erupted from the end of the street. A large number of Imperial Guards had arrived, blocking both street entrances and surrounding the area, saying they were there to apprehend the serious criminal from last night's murder. Even now, I still don't understand how Leng Linglan received the message. However, although the situation is dire, it's not a problem for me. After all, I'm a commander of ten thousand cavalry, and these Imperial Guards have to obey me. I just need to go over and chat for a bit, and I can escape immediately.
"Slow down, is the encirclement complete?"
A voice suddenly appeared, making me immediately pull back the step I was about to take. That bitch Leng Linglan, of all times, she had to arrive at this moment. Isn't she just trying to make me suffer?
(Damn it, what's the best lie to tell now? What lie can I tell to convince her that Sister Yueying was drugged by thugs? I need help... No, this is such a lame lie, I can only use it to fool Ah Xue, even a ghost wouldn't believe it.) My heart was pounding. Looking at Sister Yueying's sweet sleeping face in my arms, I was so distressed that I almost wanted to scream and cry out against the unfairness of heaven. Having finally calmed down, I pondered for a moment and came up with a feasible plan. Just as I was about to step out and chatter to Leng Linglan, a delicate, clear female voice forced me to stop again.
"Princess, the surrounding streets are under close surveillance. Not even a fly can escape, let alone an Ishtar. We can begin searching house by house." A beautiful young woman in a blue military uniform stepped forward, gave Leng Linglan a crisp military salute, and reported clearly. Leng Linglan's return salute and the respect shown to her by the surrounding generals demonstrated her undeniable status. Her petite figure, encased in the crisp blue uniform, appeared even more slender and graceful; delicate elven ears and bright orange hair swayed behind her head. Who else
could it be but Zhizhi? Why was she here? Wasn't she supposed to be in seclusion, fasting and meditating to sew a magic robe?
My mind was filled with questions and confusion, but I soon realized the reason. During this year, Zhizhi had become a renowned foundry in Sara. Merchants on Yunyang Street vied to curry favor with her, hoping she would become their exclusive craftswoman or occasionally come to guide their artisans. Leng Linglan was now searching the area around Yunyang Street, and having Zhizhi lead the search would reduce unnecessary conflicts and resentment. Moreover, the Ishtar people were treacherous; it was safer to keep such an important confidante by her side. Even if she were in seclusion, she would have to be brought out.
However, understanding this didn't help in reality. Leng Linglan and Zhizhi stood like two guardian deities at the street corner, leading a large group of people; not even a fly could escape, let alone a person.
Even if I managed to persuade Leng Linglan with all my might, I couldn't even imagine the chaos that would ensue if I encountered Zhizhi and she recognized me.
Oh no! Now it's too late to explain. Zhizhi doesn't even know who I am, and that bitch Leng Linglan only has a lousy impression of me. Oh dear, my sister is still asleep, and the Imperial Guards have already started searching. I... I...)
I finally understand how heartbreaking it was for the prince who protected Sleeping Beauty in the legendary story. Looking at Yueying's sweet sleeping face, I felt so sad I wanted to cry. If the glass of wine that knocked her out is still here, let me have a sip too. As long as we both pass out, at least we won't have to worry about explaining.
"Pass down the order, search! If you see any suspicious people... don't hesitate."
"Yes!"
Seeing Zhizhi nod without hesitation, I cursed inwardly. Why is this stupid girl so obedient? Who did you swear your loyalty to?
Two deadly women are coming this way, and I'm carrying one on my shoulder. In desperation, a brilliant idea flashed in my mind. While the crowd was still noisy and chaotic, I grabbed Yueying and rushed into the jewelry shop next door.
The shop was full of customers. When I rushed in with Yueying, some staff members naturally came over to question me. But before they could speak, I tossed them two gold coins and said I needed to use the restroom.
They looked at me, then at the unconscious woman holding chopsticks in my arms, smiled knowingly, asked for two more gold coins, and then offered to lead the way for me. They even chased away the servants who had just finished cleaning. And just like that, I slipped into the restroom without any trouble.
Hiding here offers temporary safety. If the Imperial Guards come to search, I can use my official position to pressure them, then pretend nothing happened. If they can't pressure me, then I'll have to kill them to silence them. I have room to maneuver.
"Phew! That was close. Luckily, the toilet doesn't smell bad, so hiding here isn't a hassle. Otherwise, I would have burned this shop down immediately after escaping, to avoid feeling disgusted by the memory later."
As expected of a wealthy shop, the toilet wasn't as filthy as an ordinary person's. It had snow-white floor tiles, was spotless, and even smelled of fresh flower petals. I settled Yueying down, lifted her veil, and her sleeping face looked so peaceful and happy. All that hasty escape seemed to have nothing to do with her.
(Damn it, I'm exhausted from running around, and I haven't gotten anything out of it. No way, I have to get something at least first.) Yueying's fragrance was delicate and sweet, even more intoxicating than a room full of fresh flowers. Looking at her bright red lips, they seemed like ripe, juicy fruit, tempting and alluring. My heart pounded, and I gently leaned closer, about to kiss her... Suddenly, a commotion arose outside.
Judging from the sounds, someone had accidentally gotten splashed with water on the street and needed to come in to dry off and change. The staff outside tried to stop them, but quickly gave up, letting the person barge in. (Damn it, which guy is so ungrateful that he hid to check the situation first? If things get really bad, I'll just have to settle this with blood.)
The door opened, and someone walked in. Suppressing my anger and resentment, I placed Yueying in a nearby cubicle and hid inside myself. I heard the door creak open, and someone walked in.
"...How rude of you to sprinkle water at a time like this... Your clothes are completely soaked..."
A familiar voice! I was so shocked my eyes almost popped out. When the newcomer gently undressed, revealing her slender, fair body like Shao Chuxue, I was just bewildered. What kind of day was this? I couldn't hide no matter what I did. I had even come here to avoid it, yet I still bumped into Zhizhi.
(This is bad. Zhizhi's martial arts are not weak. I am hiding here. Her breathing alone is enough to fool her.)
Just as I thought this, Zhizhi's snow-white shoulders twitched slightly. She had already noticed that someone else was there. She covered her half-naked body with her wet clothes and asked, "Who is it?"
Just from this action, I could tell that Zhizhi's martial arts had improved a lot. She was no longer the delicate girl Nalivia had been. Although she was not carrying a weapon, the chilling aura emanating from Zhizhi was just like half of Leng Linglan. Zhizhi's appearance here, a coincidence that could be described as a disaster, was, from another perspective, also a golden opportunity to deal with the crisis.
At that moment, I made a painful decision, a decision that was absurd, irrational, and harmful to myself, but it was the best way to resolve the situation. When Zhizhi called out "Come out" again, I suddenly pushed open the door and quickly closed it. I was so fast that Zhizhi didn't have time to see what was inside. Her eyes were fixed on the man who suddenly ran out, his upper body fully clothed, but his lower body completely naked.
"Pervert... Husband."
"Wrong, husband is not pervert. Don't use the two words together."
Suddenly seeing my unreasonable appearance, Zhizhi seemed to be greatly frightened. Although she relaxed her guard, she stood there like a wooden doll. She was about to speak when I leaned forward and kissed her soft red lips. It was only after a while that I gave her a chance to breathe.
"Husband, why!"
"Don't ask anything, Zhizhi. I miss you, I miss you so much, I miss you so much. After being apart for a few days, I realized I can't live without you. You are the most..." Every few words, I would hug and kiss Zhizhi, taking the opportunity to grope her. After a long and cloying string of sweet talk, Zhizhi, though still confused about how things had turned out this way, already had flushed cheeks and her eyes sparkling with joy. "Husband, thank you, I..."
"We've already wasted too many years, so let's not waste any more time, Zhizhi... let's do it!"
"Ah..."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so direct. What I meant was, let's make love."
Zhizhi froze for a moment, a bewildered expression appearing on her pretty face. She looked towards the door and hesitated, "But, Her Highness the Second Princess is still outside, and I have a mission. Now... here..."
"Who cares about that second princess? I want to do it with you, not with that second princess. Let that bitch eat shit! Look, I'm so excited just from missing you!" Our bodies pressed close together, and Zhizhi could feel how hard and hot my penis was against her thigh. After a moment's hesitation, she leaned in and gave me a kiss, nodding gently.
The gentle and submissive elven girl accepted my unreasonable request. After all, she was different from Axue; Zhizhi, who had formed a soul contract with me, had a clear master-slave relationship. Even if she didn't want to, she wouldn't resist. However, she still made a request.
"...Husband, I'm still in my fasting period, so could you please be patient and let me use my hand to help you? We can wait until the fast is over before I truly serve you, okay?" How could I possibly say no? Heaven knows how hard I've been working. My penis, which had ejaculated six times in one day, is now back in full force. I swallowed both potent aphrodisiac pills that were hidden in my pocket. I don't know what possessed me today; I feel like a test subject for aphrodisiac experiments, constantly consuming various pounding drugs from morning till now.
Zhizhi's "Divine Hand" is the greatest gift bestowed upon her by heaven. Besides forging objects, it also allows me to experience unparalleled pleasure during intimate moments. This time was no exception. When her soft palms cupped my penis, a strange pleasure surged through my skin like an electric current. The feeling of pleasure was even comparable to true ecstasy.
"Husband, does this feel good?" While rubbing and kneading with both hands, Zhizhi loosened her hairband, swaying her long orange hair, and took my penis into her mouth. Her hot, slippery little tongue circled the tip of my swollen penis, sucking on it relentlessly.
From the sensitive tip to the wrinkled scrotum, the erect male symbol was licked by Zhizhi's delicate tongue, leaving behind sweet saliva.
This meticulous care quickly had an effect. After half an hour of stimulation, the pleasure reached its peak, and my penis beat rhythmically in Zhizhi's mouth. Having had many experiences before, Zhizhi, sensing I was about to ejaculate, was prepared to swallow, but I had other ideas.
In an instant, I pulled my penis out of Zhizhi's mouth, feeling a series of contractions surge up from the base, combined with my heightened emotions, as I concentrated all my strength in my lower abdomen.
Zhizhi was startled by my actions and seemed to want to turn her head to avoid it, but it was too late. The semen that gushed out during my climax shot out in a white, cloudy arc, splashing onto her flower-like, delicate face.
"Mmm—" I was completely immersed in the pleasure of defiling the girl's pure face, continuing several times until the last drop was squeezed out, covering Zhizhi's snow-white, delicate skin with the thick, white, cloudy semen.
Being ejaculated on the face directly, Zhizhi became as stiff as a statue. Although we had made love many times in the past, most of the time it was in her mouth or inside her body. I knew her very well and discovered that Zhizhi had a strong sense of humiliation from being ejaculated on the face. To avoid upsetting her, I rarely used this method to release my pent-up emotions, but today was different.
"Oh dear! I'm sorry, Zhizhi, why don't you go inside and wipe yourself?" I opened another cubicle and let Zhizhi go in to clean the stains on her face. The toilet had just been cleaned, and the cleaning staff hadn't had time to change the toilet paper yet, so the only thing Zhizhi could use to wipe herself was the shirt she had just taken off. But how could Zhizhi go out and face Leng Linglan wearing a military uniform shirt stained with semen? She would definitely have to wash the shirt first before she could leave. With these things delayed, I gained some precious time to slip away.
"Zhizhi, I'm leaving. Hurry up and finish that dress, I'll come see you." I hurriedly picked up the sleeping Yueying and ran. A bunch of shop assistants outside stared at me dumbfounded, completely bewildered by how I'd managed to resolve this predicament. They only applauded my fleeing figure.
◆ Chapter Eight: Ni Chang Bu Lian
rushed to the shop's entrance, only to bump into Leng Linglan by sheer bad luck. Luckily, I was at one end of the street, and she was at the other. The scene was chaotic; if she hadn't had excellent eyesight, she wouldn't have seen me at all. Even so, with at least several hundred people between us, even if she saw my back, she wouldn't have been able to catch up.
"John Farrell, what are you doing here?"
"I'm soliciting a prostitute. It's normal physical contact. Is it bothering you?"
The two shouted from a distance. I didn't turn around. Leng Linglan recognizing me was actually an advantage. Since she didn't order an intervention, the Imperial Guard officers who recognized me didn't dare to stop me, letting me carry her and break through the encirclement in such a suspicious manner.
When I finally managed to run out with Yueying in my arms, far away from the crowd and the troublesome guys, I rushed into the nearby hotel street, found a trustworthy little inn, and hid in a room. After confirming that I was completely safe, the first thing I did wasn't to catch my breath, but to kneel down and pray.
"God! Please tell me what I did wrong." Until last night, I thought today would be an incredibly fulfilling day. Although I had some inner conflict beforehand, the ecstasy of getting Yueying made me forget all my other hesitations. But I never imagined that this would become the most ridiculous decision I've ever made.
If every time I did something bad, I'd encounter these kinds of troubles, then not only me, but the whole world would be devoid of any lechers. Every criminal intending to rape a woman would have to ask himself if he could still get an erection after seven consecutive ejaculations, otherwise he'd only be able to stare at his prey and sigh. But now, it's finally all settled. No one will bother me. Every woman who might get in the way, including Yueying herself, has been dealt with.
"Ants work hard in the summer so they can reap the rewards in the winter. That's a story you told me before, sister... Hehe, I've worked so hard for so long, now it's finally time for the ant to shine." I've used up all the aphrodisiacs I had, and given my current weakness, ordinary mortar and pestle would probably be too slow to work. To achieve my goal, I had to use a direct but disgusting method.
After a slight hesitation, I used lewd magic to summon two lewd worms and swallowed them whole. The insects dissolved instantly in my stomach acid, but the effect was swift; I immediately felt a surge of energy returning to my body. After recovering, I slowly walked to the bedside and gazed at the beautiful woman lying on it…
curled up, Yueying's face was as white as her dress. The thin silk, as if alive, gently clung to her slender, fragrant body, tightly accentuating her full, firm breasts, slender waist, and firm buttocks; her lustrous golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, exuding an alluring fragrance.
Finally, we had reached this point. With no obstacles around us, and everything so real, I suddenly felt a surge of tension. This kind of tension was something I hadn't felt in almost ten years. Since becoming numb to this kind of crime through familiarity, the stimulating tension had disappeared, so I didn't dislike it; on the contrary, I quite enjoyed it. Under the influence of the sleeping pill, Yueying remained fast asleep, completely unaware that her turning over had pushed her skirt up, gradually revealing her snow-white thighs, creating a fiery temptation for the man before her.
"Huff... huff..." I breathed softly for a few moments, then walked to the bedside, touching Yueying's face and caressing her delicate, smooth skin. Her serene and beautiful face looked like that of a goddess, noble and elegant. Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, perhaps sensing the impending crisis.
Yueying exuded an alluring fragrance, refined and not vulgar, but upon closer inspection, it was unmistakably the scent of a mature woman.
From this angle, a glimpse of white peeking out from the hem of her silk skirt revealed the color of her undergarments. Before I could even guess the pattern and style of her undergarments, my gaze was drawn to her round, fragrant buttocks. Because the skirt was very tight, her buttocks appeared exceptionally round, with two mounds of flesh taut against the back of the skirt.
As if sensing my gaze, Yueying murmured something, but I didn't pay attention. However, when I touched the soft, snow-white skin of her thigh, a slight hesitation arose in my heart. A faint whisper echoed from somewhere in my memory. "Have I... forgotten something?
Do I really have to do this?
Once something is done, there's no going back. We can never go back to our simple relationship." My sister is one of the few people in this world who absolutely trusts me. Do I really want to betray her trust and do something irreversible?
Scenes of our past together flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern. In that instant, I swallowed countless times. I had clearly made up my mind before, even swallowing the potent aphrodisiac, but now even my hands trembled, unable to take that final step.
Suddenly, Yueying rolled over again, and the thin straps of her tank top slipped down, revealing a glimpse of her breasts. Although I couldn't see her entire chest yet, most of her snow-white, soft breasts were already exposed. The fiery and sexy sight instantly excited me beyond control. A surge of heat rushed from my groin to my brain, completely destroying any reservations or hesitations.
Perhaps, I was rediscovering that Sister Yueying was a beautiful woman, and that I was a man who could possess her.
Or perhaps… I was just a lewd and wicked thing, because the excitement in my heart, besides the impending pluck of the most beautiful of the Four Heavenly Maidens, was primarily about the possibility of defiled this sister who had cared for me so deeply since childhood.
Without hesitation, I placed my hand on Yueying's smooth and alluring snow-white shoulder, carefully feeling her baby-soft skin, letting that delicate sensation travel through my palm to my brain.
I pulled the two thin straps down her arms from her shoulders, slipped them through her hands, and then yanked them to the sides, causing the vest to slide down to her waist. Now, Yueying's upper body was only covered by a strapless white lace bra. Unlike the traditional bras worn by women in China, this delicately made undergarment, popular in the Golden Flower Federation, seemed to accentuate the beautiful curves of the female body.
I had no time to admire Yueying's breasts; I was too busy reaching down to her slender lower back to unbutton the bra, lift her body, and easily pull her skirt down from her waist to her ankles.
With nothing to cover her, now was my time to revel. However, on this very day, filled with eager anticipation and a throbbing pain between my legs, the soft, snow-white skin I touched suddenly trembled slightly.
Having grown accustomed to Yueying's tendency to roll over, I paid it no mind. Just as I was about to take my next step, the trembling I felt in my hand suddenly intensified. Her jade-like leg, which had been under my palm, jerked back completely, with a speed exceeding even the tremors possible in a dream. I was terrified, my entire body stiffening like stone. After a long while, I finally managed to turn my head with great difficulty, facing the reality I least wanted to see.
Perhaps the sleeping potion hadn't worked, or perhaps I had delayed for too long; Yueying had already woken up, her eyes wide open as she looked at me.
Her eyes were still as beautiful as ever, but they held many deep emotions I couldn't decipher. The only thing I was certain of was that the forgiveness and smile I had shown when we met again and she had accidentally kissed me were gone.
"Why...why do this?"
"...Well, it's because I really want to do it."
Although I really want to kill all the bastards who sell sleeping pills in Sara City right now, it doesn't change anything. Yueying woke up in the most inappropriate situation. Even if she were an idiot, she would know what happened when she saw the mess. Besides, I never dared to underestimate Yueying's intelligence.
From the moment Yueying put her clothes back on, her attitude—refusing to let me touch her even a finger—made me realize that from now on, let alone inviting her out, she would be wary even of taking a glass of water from my hand. There are many examples of thieves turning into robbers; if drugging fails, resorting to outright force seems like a good idea, but unfortunately, it's impractical in this situation.
In terms of pure strength, I'm absolutely confident I can subdue Yueying, but as the First Lady of the Golden Finch Federation, she carries a special magical amulet. If it breaks, someone will sense it. So, unless I'm strong enough to knock her unconscious before she can act, judging by the speed, within a few breaths after she loses consciousness, the roaring Hundred-Mile Lion will have already taken my head.
Moreover, even if I had the ability to force myself on her, I doubted I could actually do it…
After Yueying woke up, her expression was somber. She didn't say anything, just put her clothes back on, then sat on the bed, quietly watching me. After a long while, she opened the door and went out first.
Throughout the whole process, I silently followed beside her. Despite the effects of the aphrodisiac fluid, my lower body was swollen like a piece of steel, but I could only grit my teeth and suppress it until she walked out the door. Following her out, I felt like a naughty child caught doing something wrong by her older sister, as if everything had flowed back twelve years, and I was being dragged home by the ear. I hated this behavior and felt ashamed, but I was involuntarily intimidated by her aura and couldn't find the words to say.
Yueying's emotions were always calm and composed, without any intense expressions. Even now, I couldn't glean her true feelings from her face, making the atmosphere between us even more strange.
At this time, the streets outside were noticeably more crowded. Although Yueying was using a veil to conceal her identity, she seemed unwilling to take the risk of being recognized. After all, this was different from Yunyang Street. Being recognized there would simply mean she was traveling incognito, but this was the red-light district of Sara City. Yueying knew the consequences of being recognized here just by looking at the street signs. After
hesitating for a moment, Yueying went around the stairs and headed towards the bar located in the basement. The lighting there was dim, and only half of the thirty-odd tables were occupied, filled with couples flirting and engrossed in their caresses, oblivious to the noise around them.
Each table had a small oil lamp lit, its light illuminating only a small area, leaving most of the table shrouded in darkness.
Fast-paced music flowed softly through the basement. The transitions in the music revealed the musician's skillful technique, but the musician was nowhere to be seen, for he was blind. Unless one is blind, who could play music in such a dark place?
Deep inside the basement, there was a circular dance floor with three steel poles erected in the center. Several scantily clad young women, moving nimbly to suggestive music, clung to the poles, their half-naked bodies swaying passionately as their thin clothing billowed. Some spectators cheered, while others impatiently tossed coins as a reward.
The rule of the dance floor was that any female customer who was interested could join in. Many wealthy and powerful men with concubines and slaves would often have their concubines perform for their amusement, and the establishments, to attract business, would sometimes hire several professional dancers to take turns on the dance floor to keep the atmosphere lively.
However, the shop we were in was quite large and had powerful backing. It seemed to employ female slaves who took turns serving customers and performing on stage. This was evident from the smells we kept catching. A sesame oil lamp was burning somewhere in the basement, and the spice used, "Shanlabado," was extracted from the body fluids of an insect native to northern Solancia. It was extremely expensive and, when inhaled, could invigorate the spirit and have a mild stimulating effect.
This was certainly not a place for respectable women, but if one needed a place to hide for a while, this basement, with its dark ambiance, was a good spot. Yueying sat down quietly and ordered tea-based drinks. I silently followed her throughout.
I had no intention of repenting; I was simply overwhelmed by the feeling of being with her "older sister" and couldn't find the right response. To vent my frustration and to cool down my desires with a cold drink, I ordered a chilled grape spirit. However, although I held the glass, my unease prevented me from drinking it; I merely toyed with it.
There was nothing to say. Yueying seemed genuinely thirsty, downing most of the tea in one gulp. Suddenly, she looked up and asked why I had done what I did. My answer clearly surprised her; her beautiful face lost its usual elegance, revealing astonishment.
"Is that why you're so old? I thought you should understand that some things can't be done just because you want to."
"You're the one with a problem. What man doesn't do things because he wants to? If he didn't want to, he wouldn't have done them. What does age have to do with it?"
I didn't want to confront Yueying directly. After all, if I angered her, I'd be in deep trouble once things got serious. And considering the number of people who would want to silence me to prevent scandals or leaks, I was sure I'd die incredibly quickly. However, if I didn't adopt this attitude, I felt I'd be constantly overwhelmed by Yueying's aura, losing my footing and performing even worse.
Since I'd already laid everything bare, I didn't mind placing another bet, a high-stakes gamble where I could lose everything.
"What's so special about that? I'm a normal man. I look at you all day, so of course I have normal desires. Do you think I'm Ryan, that gay plaything?" "Plaything," the uncle said, is a gay term. As the name suggests, a man who loves to play with sex toys all day is gay. Unexpectedly,
my words exposed a secret of the Golden Flower Federation. Yueying's face changed drastically; her surprised expression almost led her to ask the cliché, "How did you know?" This finally confirmed that His Majesty the King and the uncle were right. Ryan Buffett, the dignified President of the Golden Flower Federation, was indeed a powerful figure in the gay world who enjoyed playing with sex toys.
"You... why do you know..."
"Don't ask me how I know. There are no secrets in the world. There are so many extraordinary people in the world; the Temple of Light can't possibly cover everything up." I said, "Don't talk about Ryan's scandal. Sister, don't you have secrets too?
What about those incest parties you hold every month?"
I originally wanted to attack with a sharp topic, but I hadn't thought of speaking like this beforehand. As soon as I said it, I regretted it greatly, because Yueying's pale face made me feel a sharp pain and pity in my chest. After that, we fell into silence again. After a long while, Yueying finally spoke in a weak voice,
"You... where did you hear all this?" Of course, I couldn't answer this question honestly. What came out of my mouth was all nonsense. I either said it was a rumor I heard while traveling, or I pushed the source of the information to the uncle. Anyway, his current identity is a wandering swordsman, so it's only natural that he knows more about the secrets and scandals of various countries. As I spoke, a layer of sorrow enveloped Yueying's expression, which made my heart sink.
"...Rumors travel faster than arrows shot by elves. It seems the distance between the Golden Flower Federation and Alibuda isn't as far as we thought." Yueying's voice lowered, sounding both melancholic and wistful. Her fair fingers gently brushed her forehead, a gesture meant to tidy her hair, which instead tousled her golden locks, letting them cascade down and obscure her beautiful face.
(It seems... Phoenix was right, my sister really...!) My mood soured, I didn't hear what Yueying said next, and gulped down the wine in my hand like boiling water.
"Ugh, ptooey! Ptooey! What is this rubbish?" The taste was extremely bitter; even spoiled wine shouldn't taste like this, more like some kind of bitter herbal tea. Upon realizing this, I was startled. It seemed that Yueying had ordered this very thing, but it was impossible to see clearly when it was served in the dark. If I drank the bitter tea, then what did Yueying drink...?
Instantly, the uneasy feeling I had when I tried to trick Yueying into drinking the wine resurfaced in my mind. This feeling was very strange, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. However, when I unexpectedly thought of the strange dream I had last night, a question suddenly popped into my head.
That's right, I seem to have really forgotten some things, some very important things between me and Yueying... But because of my longing for her, these things were buried deep in my memory, and after twelve years, they have been selectively and completely forgotten.
"Ah—! Oh no, I remember now, I can't let my sister drink. She's the worst woman I've ever met when she's drunk. She becomes a completely different person when she's drunk. Not only is she violent, but she also..." Fragments of images from the dream combined with the sealed memories, releasing more forgotten past events. As these images flashed through my mind, I inwardly cried out in alarm. The glass in front of Yueying was almost empty. This wine was very strong; an ordinary person would get drunk after just a few sips. Yueying had drunk so much; could she be completely drunk now? If she was drunk, would those scenes from twelve years ago repeat themselves?
"Little brother..." The voice sounded completely off. It was indeed Yueying's soft voice, but it was drawn out lazily, sounding both delicate and cloying, like a teasing yet coquettish tone, making one's heart itch. And when she reached out and brushed aside the long hair that covered her face, her clear phoenix eyes were already shrouded in a layer of water, exuding a captivating and alluring foxy charm.
"So... you did this because you knew about this, because you think I'm a promiscuous socialite, so you wanted a piece of the pie, right?" I can't deny that the moment Phoenix's whispers were confirmed, besides feeling intense heartache and anger at the disillusionment with women, a part of me kept trying to find reasons for her, trying to convince myself that any woman experiencing such a lonely and abnormal marriage as Yueying would naturally change in this way.
However, when Yueying asked me this, I felt no anger at all. I was completely immersed in a kind of intoxicating feeling, like a bewildered little boy, staring blankly at the beauty before me, feeling ethereal. (Sister, you... are so beautiful.) The lighting in the basement wasn't very good, but in the dim environment, Yueying's charm was completely different from usual. Unlike the noble elegance restrained by layers of constraints, under the influence of alcohol, she displayed a mysterious and bold beauty, not only stunning and intoxicating, but also causing my heart to beat ten times faster uncontrollably.
In this day and age, women must possess both talent and beauty to secure a place in society. Lacking either one will only make them a laughingstock. Therefore, the Four Heavenly Maidens each possess astonishing skills, and the Seven Beauties are renowned for their martial arts prowess. However, among Spring Breeze, Summer Blossom, Autumn Cherry Blossom, and Winter Snow, only Moon Cherry made the list solely based on her stunning beauty. I finally understand the reason behind this deeply.
Moon Cherry's beauty is a bewitching beauty, an innate allure that captivates all men… even male creatures. Even a light touch on her fingertips or heel evokes a desire to be close, to have skin-to-skin contact with her. Compared to my familiar impression of her, Moon Cherry at this moment is a completely different woman. Though she feels unfamiliar, she is also very natural. Her usual elegant smile, while reassuring, seems to create an invisible barrier that I cannot cross, preventing me from reaching her heart.
But Yueying was different now. That cold distance had vanished. When she raised her hand to brush her hair aside, the movement obscuring her eyes and delicate face, a faint smile appeared on her lips, radiating a mysterious allure, like a dangerous flame that drew me in without hesitation.
"It's not like that, sister. I did this because I wanted you to be happy. How could a woman as good as you ruin her life because of this kind of marriage? You…" Driven by impulse and intuition, I revealed my primal purpose. It seemed irrational, but I felt it would bring me closer to Yueying.
"…I've tried so hard to end this marriage, but your return is drawing closer, and I'm afraid it will be too late if I delay any longer, so I wanted to use this method." The words were already out, and I couldn't judge their effect. I could only trust my initial intuition and look at Yueying's expression, trying to find something to reassure me. But things didn't seem to go as I expected.
"Fool, I'm a slutty woman who throws orgys every month! You little brat, you don't know anything. Can you satisfy me? Answer me like a real man!"
"Sister, where is this...?"
"Heh, you can't even satisfy a woman's basic desires, yet you talk about giving me happiness." After getting drunk, Yueying seemed to have completely broken free from her usual propriety and self-restraint. Not only was her beauty more alluring, but her words were also bolder and bolder. I, who could still laugh and joke with Narcissus, was rendered speechless by her antics. In that slight hesitation, Yueying had already shaken off my hand and disappeared from my sight.
I was really startled. When I realized what had happened, the feeling of unreality became even stronger.
Yueying, who had shaken off my hand, revealed a very comfortable smile, and somehow she turned around and stood on the empty table next to her.
This drunken madness was really extraordinary, but before I could try to stop her, someone had already noticed the commotion and started making a fuss. Several men, seemingly security guards, approached to stop her, but most seemed more interested in watching the spectacle, simply calling out to Yueying standing on the table.
"Sister, what are you doing?"
Although the underground bar was dimly lit, I bet many of the patrons were prominent nobles. I couldn't just kill her to silence her; if Yueying's identity were exposed and this scandal broke, both of us would be in big trouble.
However, Yueying ignored my whispered calls, pulling on the side of her snow-white dress and tearing it open. A slit appeared on the side, extending to her knee. In the dim light of the table lamp, her beautifully curved legs and snow-white, soft skin created a breathtakingly alluring picture, leaving me mesmerized. Meanwhile, several tables nearby erupted in whistles, and some even stood up to stop the security guards, not wanting the spectacle to be interrupted.
I wondered if this chaotic effect was what Yueying wanted. Standing on the table, her skirt torn, Yueying simply pointed slightly towards the stage, as if in greeting. Then, slowly, on her tiptoes, she swayed her waist and arms to the music, her movements as graceful as a willow in the wind, dancing with exquisite beauty.
An unparalleled silence, like ripples on a wave, quickly spread throughout the underground bar. The wealthy patrons, captivated by Yueying's celestial dance, stopped moving and talking, completely mesmerized. This unusual quiet attracted the attention of those at nearby tables, who turned to look. The process unfolded in an instant; soon, even the sexy dancers performing on the poles stopped, leaving only the blind pianist continuing to play.
Yueying's movements were initially very gentle, like a noble and elegant peacock, striding proudly amidst a flock of birds, her swaying movements exuding arrogance and confidence. She strolled leisurely to the edge of the pool, unfurled her beautifully colored screen, and shook off the water droplets from her body. Her posture was so elegant, yet so languid, as if each shake was a pillow of clouds, drifting in the wind.
The table she stood on was small, far too small to support a person standing on it; the slightest movement would cause it to tilt and collapse. But before that could happen, Yueying twisted her slender waist, her snow-white gauze dress swirling like a cloud, and she gracefully stepped onto another table.
Gradually, Yueying's rhythm quickened, matching the beat of the music. Her movements became larger, as if riding a gust of wind, walking on clouds, skillfully weaving across the stage. Her knees, legs, shoulders, arms, wrists, and fingers danced out one rapid movement after another, like a graceful peacock, lifelike and vivid.
Everyone seemed hypnotized, watching intently as she danced freely on the tabletop. Clearly intoxicated, Yueying nearly slipped and fell several times, each time eliciting gasps of surprise. Yet, with her superb balance and incredibly flexible body, she skillfully incorporated the slipping motion into her dance, deftly landing on another table.
The moon-sakura seemed to have transformed into a celestial maiden, gracefully treading the water to the rhythm of the music, subtly teasing the mortals who followed her. When she happened to pass an occupied table, some lecherous men with ill intentions tried to reach out and touch her jade-like legs; but none ever succeeded. She deftly evaded them, leaving behind a string of melodious laughs, before moving on to another table to continue her dance.
A snow-white dress, like ice silk, enveloped her voluptuous body; her movements, imbued with a sublime melody, subtly drew attention to the sensual curves of her waist and hips; her bright eyes were like stars, her long hair like clouds; her delicate steps were like walking on blooming lotuses, or rather… every step of this celestial maiden in the painting caused flowers to bloom at her feet, snow lotuses following her jade-like feet.
Stunned by her breathtaking beauty, a jumble of thoughts raced through my mind. In my dazed state, I seemed to see a hazy, resentful glint in Yueying's eyes, a distant and ethereal feeling that made me think this fairy was about to ascend to heaven.
(Is this a drunken loss of control, or... is this... the real you, sister?)
Lost in my reverie, I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until I heard a chorus of sudden coughs around me. I snapped back to reality and saw Yueying nearing the edge of the dance floor, with about a dozen figures approaching her, seemingly waiting for an opening to pounce on this mysterious celestial maiden.
The song was nearing its end, and my anxiety was palpable. Watching Yueying grow further and further away, I suddenly recalled her mysterious smile from earlier. It felt... a bit like a tease, an... invitation.
As the music reached its climax, it suddenly soared an octave higher, and Yueying's alluring body began to spin rapidly, like a swirling white cloud, growing faster and faster. Just as everyone was dazzled, the music stopped abruptly. Yueying gracefully glided to her feet, perfectly returning to stillness from the rapid movement. However, her limbs, still affected by the alcohol, were not very agile, and she couldn't quite stop herself, her head tilting backward.
The men around her, as if waking from a dream, frantically rushed forward, but before they could get close, a loud shout shook their ears.
"Sister~~ Believe me, I'll make you a woman as happy as a goddess!" The sudden shout threw the entire place into chaos. No one noticed that a flexible, thin rope, a favorite tool of pursuers, was already entangled in the ceiling. A figure swung quickly through the chaos, deliberately kicking over tables and dimming the lights along the way. With everyone unable to see in the darkness, the situation became even more chaotic.
Taking advantage of this perfect opportunity, I listened to the whooshing wind beside my ear, swiftly pulled the rope, and swung down several scoundrels who tried to take advantage of me. I caught Yueying's delicate body in my arms, kicked against a pillar, and swung quickly towards the door. With
her soft, warm body in my arms, inhaling her fragrant scent, the desire I had suppressed was suddenly reignited. I regretted that I had to force myself to restrain myself from doing anything improper to the woman who seemed to be sleeping soundly in my arms.
However, this small measure of self-control was about to crumble.
When I released the rope and landed near the door, I quickly ran up the stairs. Reaching the first floor, a sense of relief washed over me. Two smooth, white arms wrapped around my neck, and a soft, sensual laugh rang out in my ear.
"Little brother, let's do it."

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