Alibuda Era Festival 10

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People learn from experience through surprise and mistakes, but no matter how much experience one accumulates, it's hard to escape being "shocked." Some things, rather than asking me if I'd be surprised… well, I almost wish I'd never heard of them.
"...You probably don't believe it, but… Xingmei might be your younger sister."
Yueying wasn't one to joke about serious matters, but the words she uttered sounded utterly unreal.
Xingmei was the third princess of the Kingdom of Alibuda, her father and mother both from royalty, possessing the purest Leng royal bloodline. She even had a blue floral mark on her shoulder signifying her royal lineage, proving her pure bloodline. She had absolutely no relation to me. Now, suddenly she'd become my younger sister? Could such an absurd thing even exist?
"I don't know the details either, but there's a theory... that Mother and Uncle Yuantang grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Under those circumstances, it's not impossible that they had feelings for each other and were still connected."
"Wait! I remember you saying before, sister, that your father and mother grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Now your mother is also childhood sweethearts with my perverted father. How come the relationship is so messed up? What exactly is that childhood sweetheart made of? A rubber vibrator?"
In a bad mood, her tone was worse than usual, but Yueying patiently accepted my complaints and gently offered an explanation.
It's not surprising that the crown prince and the son of a powerful minister, two people with similar backgrounds, would play together as children. Even I myself had frequent opportunities to enter and leave the palace for the same reason when I was young. In short, the current empress is His Majesty the King's cousin by blood, and they were childhood playmates. It was through this that she became close to my perverted father. Although I've never heard of them having any romantic relationship, such matters are inherently confidential and private. If they are well concealed, it's not surprising that they have remained a secret for many years.
"So...it's because my perverted father and your mother had a lingering, on-and-off relationship, and that 's
how Xingmei came to be?" Making this deduction, I was still half-convinced. After all, I found it hard to imagine my perverted father having a romantic relationship with a woman, let alone having an extramarital affair and fathering a daughter. It seemed unbelievable.
But Yueying confirmed my doubts, saying that logically, this was the most reasonable conclusion. She had only vaguely heard rumors about it and wasn't certain until Xingmei and I were involved in the incident in Sara City, when she learned of the past from confidential letters from Sara.
(Huh? A secret letter? But not many people know about me and Xingmei, so the sender couldn't possibly be...)
Thinking of the crucial point, my eyes widened, and I pointed at Yueying, my mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.
"Yes, little brother, just as you suspected, the one who sent the letter to tell me about this... was Linglan
," Yueying said. As Leng Linglan grew up and became more sensible, her power increased daily, and she gradually came into contact with some palace secrets, began investigating, and finally discovered this secret. Originally, Leng Linglan wanted to bury this secret and not hurt anyone. But by chance, Xingmei and I met and had a relationship. By the time Leng Linglan found out, it was too late. She had to cut her losses quickly, telling Xingmei the truth and sending her away from Alibuda, while also settling scores with me and making me pay.
(I really didn't expect this... No wonder Leng Linglan felt so bad about me. In her eyes, I'm a dog who seduced his own sister... Hmm, but her dislike for me didn't start from then. With new grudges and old hatred, this score is really hard to settle...)
The complicated relationship is like a tangled mess of threads, giving me a terrible headache. Even if all of this is true, I don't think I'm wrong. After all, I knew nothing about it before, so I'm a victim too. But... I really have a feeling about Leng Linglan that I don't know how to explain.
Logically speaking, she has plenty of reasons to hate me. I can't forgive her, but I can understand that my long-standing dislike for her seems to have faded now. But...
(Wait, Xingmei is my perverted father's illegitimate daughter? When did those two childhood sweethearts start their lingering relationship?)
Thinking of this crucial question, I turned to Yueying in horror. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, a hint of sympathy appearing on her beautiful face, before finally nodding in acknowledgment with a soft sigh.
"Yes, little brother, just as you thought, Lanlan and you... are also... um, you know."
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it... my perverted dad is really perverted. He doesn't show it usually, but when he does, it's earth-shattering. Of all the women he can get his hands on, he just has to go for the royal women, which has put me in this... sigh, I'm also at fault. Of all the women he can't get his hands on, why did he have to go for the royal women? Now I'm in this dilemma. My
thoughts were already a mess, but now they're even more chaotic. This problem isn't particularly dangerous, but it's more troublesome than any external problem. My mind is like I'm drunk, hazy and unable to think straight.
However, the remaining sense of crisis alerted me to another serious problem…
“Sister, then…you…”
“Sister, no. You can rest assured about that. Before I returned to Alibuda, the three of us sisters secretly had our blood tested. I definitely don’t have a single drop of Farrell’s blood, so I dared to be with you without worry…”
Yueying reached out and comforted me by holding my right hand. The warmth from her soft, smooth palm made me feel much better, but my heart sank even further. The blood test was more concrete evidence than any rumors, proving that Yueying and I had no relationship, but proving that Leng Linglan, Xingmei, and I had an undeniable connection.
That perverted dad, well done this time...
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I'm not a very moral person, and having seen many big scenes, with my own abilities improving, it's rare for anything to make me lose my composure and remain unsettled for hours.
In fact, even I'm surprised that having an affair with my own sister could have such a huge impact on me. Logically speaking, given my history of rape and kidnapping, and my pride in being ruthless and vicious, there's no reason I should be so affected by something like this. However, the serious reactions of Yueying and Xingmei, that atmosphere, has affected me, making me realize the seriousness of the situation and adding to my worries.
In Sara, Xingmei and I were making love when she got out of bed and vomited halfway through. Tonight, when we made love again, her fierce resistance became clear. The impact of having sex with her own brother on a young girl is so intense. It's a wonder she managed to hold back for the last one or two rounds. Now, imagining Xingmei's feelings at that time, I'm probably the most monstrous and hideous creature in her eyes as I'm on top of her.
After suffering such trauma, it's completely understandable why Xingmei hides her identity and avoids me, and why her attitude has become so strange. I didn't feel deeply about what I had done, but seeing Xingmei's strong reaction made me gradually realize the harm I had caused. That feeling was truly unbearable, especially since even Yueying, who was usually lenient with me, spoke with unusual seriousness, which told me how serious she took this matter.
"...Boys are hot-blooded and inevitably make mistakes. It's not entirely your fault; it was just a series of coincidences, a twist of fate. But... in short, you can't treat Xingmei like that again. No one else knows about this serious matter. Now, you and she can still start over..."
Hearing these words, I felt a surge of anger. Although Xingmei and I weren't truly in love, were we to live as if we were deeply sinful, avoiding each other and forever living like two guilty sinners in fear and repentance, all for this inexplicable reason?
But when I looked up and gazed into Yueying's gentle eyes, filled with both worry and anticipation, a crucial question suddenly struck me.
Leng Qiji, that good-for-nothing, wasn't as dissolute as he is today in his youth. Strictly speaking, he was quite renowned and highly regarded by the officials. Could it be that being cuckolded caused his drastic personality change, leading him to become the useless and incompetent ruler he is today?
Furthermore, everyone says even tigers don't eat their cubs. Could it be that Leng Qiji extended his lustful clutches to his daughter, causing Yueying's life to become twisted, for this very reason? If so, isn't the source of all this misfortune my perverted father?
Just thinking about it sent a chill down my spine. For some reason, I couldn't meet Yueying's gaze. Upon further reflection, every detail made sense, making me almost want to run away from her immediately. In the end, I had no choice but to give in to Yueying's request and flee from her room, returning to my own courtyard. I sat alone on the stone steps, clutching my head tightly with my hands, as if my brain would explode from excessive worry if I let go.
Reflecting on everything that had happened since then, I had to realize that seeing Xingmei again would likely be extremely difficult. Putting everything else aside, the distance between us alone makes it difficult for me to interact with her normally, especially after tonight's near-rape. As her beastly brother, I truly don't know how to face her. Lost
in thought, a strange, soft sound drew my attention. I saw Violet silently approaching me, her bright, emerald-green leopard eyes fixed intently on me.
"...Shut up! What are you doing here? Did Xue send you?"
The leopard, who seemed to understand human speech, denied my question, but instead of its usual arrogance, it licked my palm as I patted its head. Though it sounded unbelievable, I still sensed its intention.
"Hey, I'm not that down on my luck. No matter what, I wouldn't be so destitute that I need your comfort."
Violet is Xue's pet, and we've never gotten along, but its thoughtfulness this time surprised me and truly touched me. Not only was I comforted, but I also felt a sense of "teamwork." Because no matter what, we belong to the same group, and after going through thick and thin together for so long, regardless of our personal relationship, we'll always show concern when a teammate is in trouble. Before this, I never expected it to do this, but it did.
Ah Xue and Yu Ni seemed to have gone to keep Xing Mei company. According to Yue Ying, although Xing Mei only cried a little when she left, she might have hanged herself if things weren't going well. So, after Violet, the last member of our team appeared in front of me and offered me a consolation prize.
"Slap! Slap!"
The sudden consolation prize was so unbelievable that I was stunned for a long time before I came to my senses and flew into a rage.
"W-why did you hit me?"
The answer I received was a pair of arms placed on my shoulders. Although the force wasn't great, it seemed incredibly heavy because of the serious expression on my face. In my memory, I had never seen Mao Yan'an with such a serious and solemn expression. Before he even uttered a word, his eyes were already brimming with anxiety, making me involuntarily tense up as well.
"John, I've always believed that heroes don't concern themselves with trifles, so I've never given you any advice before. But this time, things are no small matter. I can't just laugh it off anymore. You really need to wake up! At a time like this, one wrong step can ruin your entire life."
"B-Uncle, you…"
"Emperors and generals, those who achieve great things, cannot be judged by ordinary standards. You are usually lecherous, cunning, and ruthless, but these are still acts of heroism. I have never advised you on these matters. But this time is different. The distinction between human and moral principles is fundamental to being human. If you cannot control yourself in this regard, you will become a beast. From now on, everyone in the world will look down on you. No matter how many achievements you make or how great a hero you become, this sin will be indelible, and there will be no place for you in the world. John, this is the most important turning point in your life. You must be clear-headed!" He
spoke more and more urgently, as if his pants were on fire. Mao Yan'an's concern and urgency were overflowing. He was like a father who was afraid that his son would go astray. In the moment when he shook my shoulders violently, I was indeed touched by his genuine emotions, and my chest was filled with an indescribable warmth.
However, it was only for a moment. After all, I'm a naturally clumsy person who doesn't like accepting kindness from others. After the initial warmth and gratitude, a stronger sense of unease and wariness immediately followed. More importantly, being shaken so violently by Mao Yan'an really cleared my head.
"Uncle, a question... how do you know this secret? Who told you I just slept with my own sister?"
"This... isn't the point, so don't ask now. The important thing is that you need to come to your senses first, and not..."
"Uncle, this is the point. If you don't answer, I'll have to start by silencing everyone here today, one by one."
This threat worked perfectly. Mao Yan'an showed an embarrassed expression and told the truth.
"Nephew, this matter isn't as secret as you think..."
Mao Yan'an said. The fact that Yuan Tang Farrell, one of the five strongest figures in the world, refused high office and instead chose to serve as a border guard had long been the subject of much discussion. The younger generation might not know, but the older generation was familiar with the rumors, and among them was the saying that "Yuan Tang Farrell had an affair with his lord's wife, and after it was discovered, he felt guilty and willingly abandoned power to guard the frontier."
"When Lady Moonsakura arrived and said that the little nun was Princess Star Rose, your attitudes and reactions were so strange. I guessed it must be something like this. John, you really need to control yourself this time. If I can think of this, others can too. If people find out what you've done..."
With sighs and admonitions, I'd never seen Mao Yan'an so anxious about anything before. He seemed more worried about my future than I was about myself. It was because of this that I finally felt... pressure.
So-called morality, ethics, and beliefs are nothing more than concepts. They only become sacred and inviolable because they've been followed for so long. They're not anything special in themselves; to me, they're just a foolish constraint. If I were alone, I could ignore everything, act recklessly, and disregard all rules. However, when things involve those I care about, I have to make concessions to prevent them from being hurt.
In the past, I always knew how to retreat in order to advance; my current forbearance was for the sake of gaining more in the future. But to completely abandon the long-term plan and simply make a sacrifice is undoubtedly a first for me.
That feeling is unfamiliar, and also... painful.
I'm twenty years old this year. In many people's eyes, I'm a cunning example of maturity beyond my years, but this time, I truly feel like a naive teenager, troubled by problems I can't handle.
Xingmei wasn't nearly as important to me as Yueying or Axue, but severing ties with her under these circumstances was incredibly difficult, truly difficult.
But no matter what, in the end, I had no choice but to back down, making a reluctant promise to Yueying.
"Sister, don't worry, I won't do anything to Xingmei again."
Those words felt incredibly heavy, not because of lingering love, but simply because of my unwillingness to let go. However, when I saw the relieved expression on Yueying's face, I could only manage a helpless, bitter smile.
"My dear nephew, you did the right thing. When you look back on this moment, you'll know you didn't do anything wrong."
"Is that so? Outside, people commit countless acts of rape, kidnapping, and murder, but as long as they do a few impressive deeds, they can be hailed as national heroes. Yet, having a few intimate encounters with their own sister makes them utterly ruined. Isn't this kind of value system regarding right and wrong a bit strange?"
"Moral values are inherently illusory; the benefits and harms that arise from them are the real ones. You are a smart person. We don't need to discuss why moral values are the way they are. The point is that people still believe in these values. Whether it's fair or unfair, if you commit a transgression of human ethics, even the most outstanding hero will become a rat crossing the street. Is it worth it?"
In the end, Mao Yan'an and I were both realists. We abandoned the pointless debate of ideas and compromised with reality. He also told me some rumors that had been circulating among people in the past.
"The Farrell family didn't start their connection with the Leng royal family in this generation. Before your father, it's said that Lant Farrell also had affairs with women from the Leng royal family. You could even say that the Leng royal family offered women as sacrifices to get your grandfather to support Alibuda,"
Mao Yan'an said. "While there are rumors that your father's affair with the lord's wife was due to lingering feelings, there was also a theory that he might have wanted to seize power. After all, if he could get the queen to give birth to a son or daughter, he might be able to gain control of the kingdom in the future, and even become the next king."
These words made sense, but I found them absurd. I wouldn't find it strange that Gendo Farrell would commit adultery with women, even female corpses, but to do so for such mundane reasons—power grabs, conspiracies—to have an affair with his lord's wife and father a daughter is simply unbelievable. If he really did that, he wouldn't be my family's perverted father.
(My perverted father has no patience. If he wants something, he'll get it immediately. He wouldn't spend so much time scheming. Besides, if he really wanted to seize the throne of Alibuda, wouldn't it be simpler to just kill Leng Qiji and take it? Why go through all this trouble? But, speaking of which...)
Last time, when Alibuda's military investigated "Third New Tokyo City," Leng Linglan was able to escape unscathed without being detained. Was it because her perverted father, "even a tiger doesn't eat its own daughter," deliberately let her go? If that's the case, it must have been incredibly humiliating for Leng Linglan, right?
(Damn it, I'm increasingly convinced this pervert is the root of all the trouble. Secretly developing Skyhawk Warriors on the border, and then this illegitimate daughter suddenly appears—just how much more trouble is this pervert going to cause me?)
My anger has nowhere to go; the more I think about it, the angrier I get. I desperately want to set off immediately for Third New Tokyo City to ask my perverted father what he's up to and what he's trying to do. However, there are still many urgent issues to resolve, and I can't just leave.
In fact, the current gathering of all sorts of people in New Orleans has made me fully realize what it means to be "caught in the crossfire." Even if I don't want to cause trouble and deliberately try to avoid conflict, things still seem to happen to me.
The afternoon after Yueying arrived, Yueying and the others seemed to be trying to comfort Xingmei, who was staying indoors. Although I only wanted to see Xingmei, even just to talk to her, I was blocked outside and couldn't see her. So I had to take Xue out for a stroll.
Since the wanted notice was still in effect, Xue and I had to do some disguises. At this time, I was very glad that the wanted poster only had the criminal's face and not a full-body picture, because it was easier to disguise the face. But no matter how excellent a disguise master is, they would probably run into a brick wall when faced with 34h's huge breasts.
"I don't even need to look at your face, just by looking at your chest, everyone knows who you are..."
I joked with Ah Xue like this, but in my mind I was thinking of another person, someone who was even more visually stimulating than Ah Xue, with a slender waist and huge breasts, the number one assassin of the Black Dragon Society, Ghostly Xi. Although no one has ever seen her true face, she is also a model of someone who can be recognized even when her face is covered.
"Master, didn't Master Xin Chan promise to lift the warrant for our arrest? Why are there still wanted posters today? Is it because Master Ku's injuries are still severe, so..." "
Promises made by bad people can't be trusted. You can't believe Master Xin Chan's promises at all. Besides, maybe he just wants to specifically target you." "
Why?"
"Because you are..."
My first instinct was to tell Ah Xue that Master Xin Chan lusts after her beautiful body, to joke with her. But before I could finish speaking, a shiver made me stop instantly. The look of surprise in Xin Chan Thief Tu's eyes when he saw A Xue that day instantly overlapped in my mind with the look in Master Ku's eyes when he left. Was the similarity between the two because they both recognized Tianhe Xueqiong? Or was there some other reason?
Ever since a little princess who was originally completely unrelated to me could become my own sister overnight, I have found that my tolerance for the vicissitudes of life has indeed increased a lot.
(Could it be that Tianhe Xueqiong herself has some other problems? Hmm, this is tricky...)
This thought flashed through my mind, but I immediately put it out of my mind. In these turbulent times, if Xueqiong were to create another unexpected big problem for me, I really wouldn't know what to do. Fortunately, Xueqiong patted me on the shoulder and pointed to a corner of the teahouse in front of me, so I wouldn't have to worry about that problem anymore.
"Master, look over there..."
It was quite an unexpected encounter. Since my last meeting with the bald thief Xin Chan, I hadn't had a chance to meet Fang Qingshu again. He was sitting there in white robes, surrounded by a group of bald monks. Judging from their relationship, they seemed to be fellow disciples talking. However, the tense atmosphere between the two sides looked more like negotiations before a gang fight.
"These monks are all tall and imposing... Hmm, Ah Xue, what are they saying? Transmit their voices."
Voice is simply the vibration of air. With proper use of wind magic, eavesdropping within a certain distance is incredibly easy; even I could do it myself. However, the other party is no pushover. If I did it myself, I would be easily discovered. Therefore, having Ah Xue eavesdrop greatly increases the chances of success.
Ah Xue nodded, chanting incantations. A ball of green light emanated from her cupped palms, transmitting the conversation from ten feet away word for word. The monks surrounding Fang Qingshu were all members of the Pure Mind Meditation Association, including even the martial monk Tianlong, who had made a name for himself at yesterday's racetrack. The dozen or so young monks all addressed Fang Qingshu as "Senior Brother," yet they subtly formed a defensive line, blocking Fang Qingshu in the center.
Judging from their appearance, these bald bandits all possessed considerable martial arts skills, being top-tier members of the Pure Mind Meditation Society. In particular, their leader, Tianlong, was young, tall, and imposing, exuding an awe-inspiring presence. His "Nine-Ring Demon-Subduing Staff" was a renowned divine weapon capable of releasing high-temperature flames to purify and exorcise demons. In recent years, he had accomplished many great feats, earning him a reputation on par with Fang Qingshu within the Palace of Light, making him quite formidable.
"Although Senior Brother Fang is a lay disciple of the Jingdian Temple, his divine sword is used to slay demons and monsters, and all evil spirits tremble at the mere mention of his name. He has performed countless heroic deeds. Tianlong has always respected you, but due to unavoidable circumstances, you have refused to answer my three challenges. If you do not give me an explanation today, I will have no choice but to offend you."
Monk Tianlong raised his staff and slammed it heavily on the ground. The nearly 100-pound weight fell rapidly, leaving the wooden planks undamaged, but it produced a loud bang. Not only were the saxophone musicians playing jazz knocked down, but many of the guests who had been watching the spectacle were also shaken and fell to the ground, demonstrating his skill as the number one young monk in the Temple of Light.
(The first Buddhist disciple challenges the first lay disciple; this internal battle within the Palace of Light is truly captivating. First against first—it's a shame not to have an envoy from Ishtar join in…)
In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second. Both Monk Tianlong and Fang Qingshu are renowned heroes, and the world has long debated who is superior. Fang Qingshu, handsome and trained by a famous master, is naturally the favorite. Monk Tianlong has publicly challenged him three times, but Fang Qingshu has consistently ignored him. Finally, Monk Tianlong couldn't bear it any longer and intercepted Fang Qingshu in public, issuing a challenge.
Despite the formidable enemy's arrival, Fang Qingshu remained calm, sipping his tea and keeping his long sword at his waist sheathed, seemingly disregarding his opponent. This arrogant attitude left much to the imagination, and everyone eagerly awaited to see if he would unleash his true, astonishing skills, and whether this rising star of the Buddhist sect could live up to his reputation.
The duel between the two outstanding young disciples of Cihang Jingdian, a first-to-first match, was a grand event in the martial arts world. This battle should have been quite a spectacle, but Fang Qingshu had no intention of becoming the main character in the farce. As everyone held their breath in anticipation, Fang Qingshu calmly stated that he also held his junior brother Tianlong in high esteem. Therefore, if Tianlong insisted on fighting, he would simply choose to flee without any regard for martial dignity, leaving the victory to his junior brother.
This was naturally not what anyone wanted to hear. The monks, led by Tianlong, deflated like punctured balloons, their previous domineering demeanor replaced by expressions of bewilderment. Actually, if they really wanted to compete for fame, they should have used more forceful coercive methods. Their gentle reactions and expressions made me realize their true intentions in challenging others in public.
(Hmm, I see... it's not about competing for fame, but about the Pure Mind Zen Association!)
◆ Chapter Two: Uninvited Guests
In recent years, the Pure Mind Zen Association's slogan of "Exorcising demons and breaking evil, saving all sentient beings" has received strong support from the young disciples of the Palace of Light. It can be said that it is a call to arms, and the Pure Mind Zen Association is developing rapidly, seemingly with the implication of an early generational change. However, among the many young disciples, Fang Qingshu, who is regarded as the most outstanding of the younger generation, has always refused to join the Pure Mind Zen Association. This has become a hidden pain for the Pure Mind Zen Association.
On the surface, the Pure Mindfulness Meditation Association does not have a president or any other leader. Instead, it is managed by a committee of several monks. Tianlong is one of the management committee members. In order to make up for Fang Qingshu's failure to join, he challenged Fang Qingshu many times. As long as he could prove that he was no less than Fang Qingshu, he could stabilize people's hearts and reduce a lot of doubts. Unfortunately, Fang Qingshu never agreed. Even when he chased him to public occasions, Fang Qingshu still did not change his mind.
(Sigh! That bald thief is really useless. If he had just grabbed a few passersby, killed one of them, and then threatened Fang Qingshu that he would kill all the hostages, would he still be able to hold back? Or if everyone brought a bucket of excrement and urine and poured it directly on his head, would he still be able to act tough and say that he would let Fang Qingshu win? These stupid monks...)
I sighed inwardly, watching as the monks, after failing in their challenge, simply revealed their true colors and earnestly took turns persuading Fang Qingshu to join the Jingnian Chan Association.
The Jingnian Chan Association wields immense power on the Loess Plateau. Even when I try to avoid them, I frequently encounter their people. However, recalling the past, I've never met their decision-making level. The bald thieves I'm talking to now are top-tier figures in both martial arts and reputation. Even if they aren't at the decision-making center, they should be key members of the Chan Association. Through them, I should be able to understand this Jingnian Chan Association, right?
In public, monks wouldn't discuss military secrets, but through their conversation, it seems the Jingnian Chan Association has already taken concrete action, calling on wave after wave of monk soldiers to rush to the East China Sea to join forces with the resistance army and participate in the holy war of eliminating evil and traitors.
The disciplined and well-armed monks were far superior to ordinary mercenaries and swordsmen. At that time, the Black Dragon Society was still recovering from the battle of the Ghost Ship and the Black Dragon King was in hiding. As a result, they suffered several major defeats and lost a large area of the sea to the rebels. However, after a series of battles, the monks who participated in the battles also suffered heavy casualties and needed to be replaced by experts.
"The Pure Mind Zen Society needs Brother Fang's strength. You have been to the East Sea and witnessed the brutality and evil of the Black Dragon Society. Are you going to stand idly by and let the villains of the Black Dragon Society wreak havoc on the world?"
Mentioning the name of the Black Dragon Society, the expressions of all the martial monks became indignant. Everyone was full of fighting spirit and wished they could rush to the East Sea immediately, uproot the Black Dragon Society, kill all the villains, and save the local people from their suffering. When they got angry, some closed their eyes and chanted scriptures, while others had angry faces. Although I still found it hard to understand why these monks were in such a hurry to go to the battlefield, at least one thing was certain: if these people went to the battlefield, at least they were not there to rob or make a name for themselves.
Having served in the military for many years, I've seen too many soldiers. Those who are always eager to start a war say one thing, but everyone knows in their hearts that they're just after more money and power. But these monks... should we call them hot-blooded? At least now they genuinely want to go there to eliminate evil and promote good, without any selfish desires in their hearts. If I hadn't seen the details of the East China Sea, I might have been moved by this atmosphere.
Compared to me, Fang Qingshu was truly an oddball. Sometimes he was so enthusiastic and righteous that he almost seemed like a hot-blooded idiot, but other times his calm and composed demeanor made him seem like an ancient rock that had stood still for millennia. No matter how his fellow disciples tried to persuade him, he would quietly drink his tea without uttering a word, his expression so indifferent that it was as if he couldn't hear anything.
"Fellow disciples, we all come from the Jingdian Temple, so you should know that I, Fang, do not agree with the radical propositions of the Chan Association. However, as long as both sides share the same goal, even if I do not join the Chan Association, we are still on the same path."
Fang Qingshu's polite refusal seemed to be within the expectations of the monks, but someone still blurted out an extra comment.
"Even if you don't join, Senior Brother Fang should still help us win this race. After all, the sect leader is..."
As soon as he said this, Fang Qingshu's expression changed drastically. He seemed about to reprimand him, but he first saw Ah Xue and me standing outside the tea shop, and his face lit up with joy. However, before he could say a word, the group of bald bandits had already followed his gaze and discovered our presence.
"Ah? John Farrell, the great traitor!"
The bald bandits shouted "traitor!" and then the scene exploded like boiling water. A large group of bald donkeys rushed over and surrounded Ah Xue and me.
"Traitor! Today is the day your evil deeds are fully realized!"
"Traitor your mother! It's best if monks can curse people as they please, what kind of bullshit Zen are you bald donkeys practicing?"
"Fellow disciples, don't say any more to him. This traitor betrayed the motherland first, then colluded with the Black Dragon Society, and now he has murdered Uncle Ku. His crimes are heinous, and today we will rid the world of this scourge!"
To be honest, this kind of scene is really old-fashioned. In short, after exchanging only a few words, the bald thieves turned hostile and wanted to fight. At this time, the most awkward one was Fang Qingshu. He couldn't let these fellow disciples fight with us, but on the other hand, he couldn't openly protect the murderer of Master Ku. He was in a dilemma.
A wicked idea suddenly popped into my head: perhaps I could lend Tianlong a hand by cleverly manipulating the situation with words, forcing Fang Qingshu into a fight with Tianlong—a win-win situation for everyone. But Ah Xue, sensing something was amiss, had already secretly reached behind her waist, gripping her magic wand. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on me, waiting for the signal to activate, ready to clash with the enemy.
During this process, something quite interesting happened. From what I understood, the bald bandits of the Temple of Light, to avoid suspicion, tried to refrain from attacking female enemies—which was why they trained the Neon Sisters. Yet, the group of monks surrounding us still looked at Ah Xue with murderous intent, seemingly not treating her as a woman. Why was that?
(Could it be... because of the orcs? Heh, that bald thief keeps talking about the equality of all beings, so why aren't the orcs included? It's ridiculous.)
I had an urge to burst out laughing. I never imagined that the Plantagenet Federation, which claims to have the highest level of humanistic literacy and the strongest democratic spirit in the modern world, could be so vulnerable to such human flaws. What's even more ridiculous is that this orc girl, whom they looked down upon, was originally a saint they all clamored to worship. Although their bodies were different, their souls were the same. The monks were eloquent and persuasive when expounding on the path of reincarnation, but when faced with a real situation, they were completely different?
Despite my sneer, the immediate problem still needed to be solved. I gave Ah Xue a secret signal, telling her not to act rashly, and that I would use my sharp tongue first. Little did I know that before my plan could be implemented, things had already changed.
The one interfering with the battle wasn't Fang Qingshu, who was involved in the battle, but a young man who suddenly appeared behind him. He arrived without warning; although there were many people present, no one noticed when or how he arrived. And his first words were extremely arrogant.
"Is this the wicked John Farrell? Very well, this is the one I specifically requested. He will be of great use to me. All irrelevant people, step aside, or you will bear the consequences."
As he spoke, everyone got a clear look at the boy's face. He wasn't particularly tall or muscular, giving off a lean and wiry impression. His black eyes and short black hair contrasted sharply with his fair skin, creating a striking visual effect. His features were decent, but not so handsome as to be unforgettable. If I hadn't seen him at the racetrack yesterday and remembered the stunningly beautiful girl beside him, I probably wouldn't have recognized him at all. This time, he wasn't in a wheelchair; he walked over on his own two feet.
(Who is this kid? He's so arrogant! Where's that weird wheelchair he was in yesterday? No, where's that stunningly beautiful girl with him? That's the important thing...)
My focus was clearly different from everyone else's. A slender, delicate-looking boy walked from behind Fang Qingshu towards a group of burly monks, uttering threatening words. The contrast between the two sides was comical to anyone watching. The monks, led by Tianlong, naturally didn't take the threat to heart, but were cautious for a moment because they were wary of the boy's powerful background. Even so, some people couldn't help but laugh.
"Young brother, who let you come here? Whose scion are you? You don't know the gravity of your words, so don't speak recklessly. Amitabha."
It's undoubtedly a mistake for an adult not to know when to laugh, but if they don't know when to shut up, the price they'll pay is definitely much higher. However, no one expected it to turn out this way.
"This master's Dharma name is Tianyin, right? It's a pleasure to meet you."
Without any introduction, the boy miraculously uttered the name of the great monk before him.
"Then... farewell."
Before people could understand these words, before their brains could process them, Monk Tianyin vanished from their sight, turning into a bloody shadow firmly imprinted on the ground. The entire change was sudden and extremely eerie. Even experts like Fang Qingshu, A Xue, and Tianlong were completely unprepared. They didn't know how the boy had done it, and they certainly didn't expect him to be so extreme, resorting to poison at the slightest provocation. In an instant, everyone went on high alert, and the encirclement was now centered on the boy.
"Meaningless killing is a waste of resources, unnecessary and quite foolish. But when there is no mutual awareness, moderate killing is a way to quickly establish authority and a sense of seriousness."
Without any superfluous emotions, the boy spoke these words calmly, and with each sentence he spoke, the number of monks surrounding the net decreased by one. Without seeing how he made a move, without hearing any parrying or screams, the bald bandit standing outside suddenly disappeared, leaving only a twisted, reddish-black shadow on the ground. In the blink of an eye, the boy had killed seven skilled members of the Pure Mind Meditation Association, and the thick net became wide open. The faces of the survivors had long lost their composure, showing either anger or fear.
"Who is your esteemed companion? Why did you kill my seven junior brothers? Isn't this a bit too ruthless?"
Fang Qingshu, who had been hesitant because of the other's age, finally lost his temper. He stopped the Tianlong monk, who was brandishing his staff and about to launch an attack, stepped forward, drew his sword, and his imposing aura brought the panic of the crowd under control, demonstrating his leadership position. However, the young man's expression remained calm and indifferent, as if he didn't see any of this.
"Killing is only about whether it's effective, who cares about how ruthless it is? John, you great villain, don't you think so?"
The young man spoke calmly, glancing at me as if asking a question. Before I could answer, someone from the monks shouted out.
"The Black Dragon Society! It's a demon from the Black Dragon Society!"
"The Black Dragon Society? What's that?"
The boy's reaction was quite peculiar when accused of being from the Black Dragon Society. He thought for a moment, then his expression showed understanding.
"The Black Dragon Society... what kind of thing is that?"
The bald bandits speculated that he was from the Black Dragon Society because of his courage in not fearing the Palace of Light while within the Golden Flower Federation, and his ruthlessness that was rare in the world. However, they did not expect that this boy would not even put the Black Dragon Society in his eyes. As a result, someone quickly shouted out another answer.
"Ishtar! He's Ishtar's Blood Spirit Warrior."
"Hmm, clever. First, you pin a hostile identity on an unknown enemy, then you can act without restraint and use any means necessary."
After killing several people, the boy's voice was no longer as flat as before, but rather a mocking sneer, but he ultimately did not deny it. As for this answer, I personally think it is quite possible, because what I saw during my trip to the East Sea showed that the Black Dragon Society's style of doing things is deeply strategic, and it is rare for them to kill indiscriminately on land. This boy kills people casually to establish his authority. Such a style and method are very different from the Black Dragon Society's martial arts and spells that I know. After thinking through all the unknown forces in the world, it really can only be Ishtar.
I am enemies with the bald thieves, but I feel no joy at the thought of "the enemy of my enemy is my friend." After all, I haven't forgotten that the boy said he came for me when he first appeared. Recalling the deep-seated grudges between me and Ishtar, being targeted by something like this means I can only seek revenge. There's no good left for me. This boy's moves are unpredictable. His technique of instantly turning people into blood shadows is something I don't know if a counter-spell can deflect. If it's not magic, I'm definitely dead. This is not something to be trifled with. It's best to slip away as soon as possible.
I winked at Xue, signaling that I was looking for a chance to escape, and then gave her a secret hand gesture, indicating that she should just worry about herself and not worry about me, so as not to hinder my retreat. Xue's beautiful eyes widened, and she shook her head vigorously, indicating that the enemy was too strong and this method was not appropriate.
"Trying to leave? Once I've locked onto a target, no one has ever escaped." Before
Xue and I could finish confirming, the boy had already noticed my movement and attacked me unexpectedly. I wondered if this person was a super warrior specially trained by Ishtar; he was incredibly strong. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Xue and me, and a claw struck fiercely.
Ah Xue had already gripped her wand tightly, setting up a magical defense. The moment the boy's claw entered her magical range, hundreds of emerald green will-o'-the-wisps shot out wildly, all hitting their mark at close range. An ordinary person would have been riddled with holes and killed on the spot. Even a master of this art, who could block with protective true energy or a magical barrier, would inevitably suffer a strong impact and need to retreat to catch their breath. But the boy seemed to feel nothing at all, letting the hundreds of will-o'-the-wisps pass through his body without pain or injury, and continued to reach out with his claw towards me.
(What is this? Magic has absolutely no effect on him? Are there really people in the world who are completely immune to magic? Has Ishtar's technology been able to create such a person? But the will-o'-the-wisp bombardment contains toxins in addition to magic. Even if he is immune to magic, is he still immune to all poisons?)
In a flash, countless thoughts flashed through my mind, analyzing a lot of information, but none of it helped with the current situation. Fortunately, a roar rang out in time. The roar was like thunder, containing a sacred aura that could subdue demons and ward off evil. It was the Lion's Roar of Cihang Jingdian, jointly unleashed by Fang Qingshu and Tianlong. The pure Zen energy was earth-shattering and could repel all evil, but it could not slow down the outstretched claw in the slightest. Blood splattered, and the powerful spells that Ah Xue had cast in an instant were like mud oxen entering the sea, having no effect whatsoever. She herself was blasted away by the aftershocks of the claw's force.
"Ah Xue!"
In the blink of an eye, I saw that Ah Xue only had blood seeping from her forehead and hadn't materialized into a blood shadow, which relieved me slightly. However, the enemy's five fingers touched my left shoulder, and an indescribable pain penetrated deep into my bones, quickly spreading to my limbs and bones, almost causing me to faint on the spot. Fortunately, a golden dragon and a silver rainbow came from the left and right respectively, with unstoppable momentum, finally forcing the hand that was about to hold on to loosen its grip and first defend against the fierce attacks from both sides.
The combined power of the two great masters of the Buddhist and secular factions of the Temple of Light was truly earth-shattering. The Heavenly Dragon Monk wielded his Nine-Ringed Demon-Subduing Staff with ferocious abandon, golden light coalescing into a golden dragon. Each strike of the staff was accompanied by the sound of thunder and lightning, possessing the power to shatter stone tablets. Fang Qingshu's longsword, flashing at breakneck speed, became a streak of rainbow light, like a raging storm. In a single flash, it unleashed dozens of sword energies, swift and unparalleled, trapping the enemy's entire body within the sword light, leaving only a tiny opening at the top of his head for the Demon-Subduing Staff to crash down with a deafening roar.
"Bang!"
A deafening roar erupted, yet the youth made no move. His earth-shattering staff strike was met with a resounding counterattack. Tianlong expended considerable effort to withstand the force, regaining his grip on the staff, an expression of disbelief on his face.
Fang Qingshu, quick to react, switched his sword from defense to offense, providing cover for the still-breathing Tianlong. Tianlong, no weakling either, quickly recovered, flicking his staff. The nine-ringed Buddha pendant on its tip emitted a strange sound, like monks chanting sutras, or the resonance of divine artifacts. Waves of powerful light emanated from it, greatly invigorating Tianlong and Fang Qingshu, their attacks gaining even greater power and momentum.
The staff, steely yet supple, was like a mountain pressing down, a thousand horses galloping; the sword, like mercury seeping into the ground, penetrating every crevice. The staff's unparalleled power, combined with the sword's meticulous precision, created a formidable and unmatched killing formation, virtually flawless in both offense and defense. Although Fang Qingshu and Tianlong were joining forces for the first time, their shared martial arts background and familiarity with each other's techniques resulted in exceptional teamwork and a series of brilliant moves. Their top-tier combined attack left the onlookers dazzled.
However, although I could see that their combined strength was extremely powerful, making them virtually invincible within the sixth level of power, I couldn't see how the boy defended himself or how he repelled the enemy. We couldn't even see him make any moves. All the swords and staffs that came within a foot of him were deflected and neutralized, completely unable to harm him. If this kind of martial skill was truly martial, it was indeed terrifying and frightening, and it also showed that the difference in strength between the two sides was too great.
(I remember back in the Southern Barbarian lands, Fang already possessed level seven power. After several years of training, I wonder how much progress he's made. If their combined attack is broken, would he have a better chance of winning if he used his level seven power alone?)
Thinking is my greatest strength, and my trump card that has repeatedly turned crises around. However, my left shoulder is hurting so much that I'm gradually feeling my consciousness becoming heavy, and what I see... It was a sporadic battle, and finally, it seemed that the boy did something, and the sword and staff that were attacking fiercely were deflected together, clearly defeated. Tianlong hurriedly put his hands together to form a hand seal, seemingly to activate the staff's special ability and condense a light beast; Fang Qingshu's face turned from green to red, as if he was about to increase his power to the seventh level, but in the instant that the battle gap appeared, the boy moved like lightning and flew towards me.
(How is this possible! This kid defeated three level six experts with his bare hands in the blink of an eye. Even Gateng Eagle and Wujian Yimo couldn't do it so easily. Does that mean he's one of the five strongest? When did Ishtar acquire such an expert?)
I was shocked by my own thoughts. Just as the deadly claw was about to touch me again, I didn't have time to summon the God of Hell's Lust. I was about to use the Lustful Spirit for a final fight when suddenly my body tightened, as if I was entangled by something. Then I floated up lightly, narrowly avoiding the claw, and landed on a wall ten feet away like riding on clouds.
(What's going on? Who's helping me?)
I was surprised to find myself tied around the waist with a rope. I turned my head and saw that the end of the rope was being held by a man in black. The man was dressed in a common black night-clothes style, of medium build, and I couldn't see his face at all. But he was incredibly fast. He pulled on the rope and leaped into the air like a crane soaring through the clouds, which also propelled me away from the scene at high speed.
"Hey! Who are you...?"
The wind rushed into my mouth, making it hard to speak clearly. I saw the surrounding scenery rushing past, and the astonished expressions of Fang Qingshu and Tianlong flashed by. I was unexpectedly taken away, helplessly being pulled up and down by the rope, with no idea where this black-clad kidnapper was taking me.
(Damn it, it's going too fast, I can't see the scenery clearly, where am I?) I
was overjoyed to escape from the demon boy in Ishtar, but it would be meaningless if I had to jump from an iceberg into a fire pit. I wanted to break free from this bondage, but the rope was tied very tightly, and it was not easy to get free in a short time. It took me a lot of effort to successfully summon the lustful spirit to burn the rope. But then the end of the rope was released, and I watched helplessly as the man in black shot into the sky, while I fell down.
"Fuck your mother..."
The fall wasn't too high, but I landed in a pool of water. When I stood up, soaking wet, I was shocked to find everything very familiar. I realized I was back in my city residence. The man in black had done a great job rescuing me, but he hadn't brought me in through the front door and had instead played a trick on me.
The fall itself wasn't serious, but the claw strikes earlier had been quite painful. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that two bones were broken, making me dizzy with pain. Just as I was about to step out of the pool, I suddenly heard a cry of "Ah!" and saw someone standing in front of me.
It was a petite figure, her steps as light as falling petals. She wore a grey robe and a black blouse, a string of agate beads around her neck, her snow-white cuffs and collar spotless. Her lovely face radiated a holy glow, and her pure golden hair, like the rising sun, shone brightly with each step.
"Brother John..."
"...Xingmei?"
Xingmei saw my soaking wet and disheveled state and quickly reached out to help me. My first instinct upon seeing Xingmei was to grab her, and our hands met. The warm, smooth feeling washed over me, and a sentence slipped out.
"Little Xingmei, I missed you so much."
Even I was surprised by the words. Did I really miss Xingmei that much? When? Did I often think of her before? Not never, but the frequency was pitifully low.
However, whether sincere or not, the effect of these words was obvious. Xingmei's face lit up with joy, and a faint blush rose on her pale cheeks. She said shyly, "Xingmei... also often misses Brother John."
After saying that, the faint joy was overshadowed by pain. Xingmei seemed to remember something and began to pull her hand away and back away. On a whim, I cried out in pain, amplifying the pain in my body tenfold. Sure enough, my innocent and lovely sister came closer to care for me and helped me out of the pond.
I managed to create this opportunity, but unfortunately, I didn't know what to say. I could only take advantage of the moment we were leaning on each other to ramble on about how much I missed her and how worried I was about her since we parted. Although it was just a half-hearted greeting, it was enough for Xingmei. She looked so touched that she was about to cry.
"Thank you, Brother John. Xingmei has been wanting to see you again... It's been so long, but Xingmei still misses you so much. I often dream about you, and in my dreams you're still so... bad. I'm afraid you'll recognize me, and you'll try to do something to me again... So I've been avoiding you lately. But I've been chanting prayers for you every day, hoping you'll be safe and sound and become a good person."
When she said the word "bad," a blush rose on the girl's face. She was incredibly cute. Holding her arm, I could feel how slender and graceful her waist was. I recalled that night when the two of us made love. Her round, white buttocks, though not plump or fleshy like a mature woman's, were pink and tender, making them irresistible to touch.
Xingmei is a princess born into wealth and privilege. Her skin is exceptionally well-maintained, not only smooth as satin but also incredibly tender like a baby's. In addition to her fair complexion, it has a pinkish hue, especially her two little bottoms, which are flawless like a newborn's. She truly embodies the word "pink and tender."
(Sigh, why am I still thinking about my sister's butt at a time like this? Am I really a beast in human clothing?)
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sad. My injuries were really serious. I could still hear some disheartening words. Why did my vision seem to be getting darker and darker...
As if she wanted to say all the things that had been pent up for a long time, Xingmei told me how she came to the Golden Flower Federation after we parted ways, how she joined the Temple of Light for her studies, how she found peace of mind here, how she practiced while participating in the medical team to do good deeds and save lives, how she was worried when she heard the rumors about my activities outside, how she often prayed for me, and how she hoped that we would meet again someday.
"...We made mistakes in the past, and we can't do them again. But, I'm so happy to have a brother like you. Brother, can I be your little sister from now on?"
Xingmei spoke very seriously, and I didn't mean to mock her, but... it wasn't intentional, but suddenly I felt dizzy and fell headfirst. I heard the sound of tearing fabric and a scream. As I fell, I seemed to accidentally pull on something, and we rolled together.
"Ah... Brother John..."
Amid the girl's panicked cry, I forced my eyes open and was shocked to see a pair of smooth, pink, and delicate girl's thighs struggling incessantly, entangled in the ripped black clothing. The exposed flesh was sexy and alluring. At the end of those snow-white and smooth thighs, a pair of light blue trousers adorned with small floral embroidery barely covered the girl's snow-white buttocks. As she struggled, they twisted and undulated, revealing a large expanse of pink buttocks, smoothly protruding and deeply sunken into an alluring cleft.
(Such beautiful panties, why... why do they have to be my sister's panties? It's all my perverted father's fault!)
Actually, I could have rolled away and not fainted on Xingmei's body, or even used my willpower to stay upright and not faint, but a stubborn impulse made me spit out a mouthful of blood, staining a small floral pattern on my panties, blooming like crimson peach petals on the girl's snow-white buttocks, and then I fainted with a red blur before my eyes.
◆ Chapter 3: A Good Deal
At first, I always felt very strange. The injury to my shoulder wasn't very serious, so why was I so tired? Why did I fall asleep so easily?
It wasn't until later that I vaguely remembered the rumor that Ishtar possessed a dark art capable of harming the soul. While the body might not suffer serious injury, the soul would be severely damaged, leading to an invisible death within days—an extremely insidious technique. Logically, very few people could use it; I'd only seen Narcissus, the Ishtar witch, use it. Was that boy Ishtar's top assassin?
Even if he were, his target should be someone as important as Fang Qingshu. Why would he specifically target me? What have I done to deserve such a drastic measure? Could it be because of my perverted father's frequent activities that Ishtar decided to start with his son? Damn it, this really goes against your father's wishes.
Throughout, I've tried to keep a low profile. While I wouldn't say I didn't want to offend anyone, I at least didn't want to get myself into a fight with a big fish. I had no intention of antagonizing state-level evils like the Black Dragon Society, the Pure Mind Zen Society, or Ishtar. But no matter how much I tried to avoid them, things kept falling on me like they were crashing down on me. I couldn't escape them. Is this what they call "fate not going as one wishes"?
(Ugh, my head is spinning, am I still not awake?)
Physical injuries can heal slowly, and so can injuries to the soul, though the healing process is much slower. Fortunately, there are exceptions. My Hellish Lust God is closely related to the study of the soul, and after long-term research, my understanding of the soul is no less than that of a necromancer. Although I was in a semi-comatose state, I began to transfer the damage to my soul to the two soul beasts, letting them bear and dissolve it. In addition, someone cast a healing spell on me, and that night I miraculously woke up.
During my coma, I wasn't completely unconscious. I could still hear people talking around me. The voices were numerous and mixed. It seemed that Yueying, Mao Yan'an, A Xue, and Yu Ni had all come, and even Xing Mei had come several times.
"Master's injury is so strange, why hasn't he woken up yet?" "
Hmm, my dear nephew, you may have encountered a master from Ishtar. This soul-devouring technique is unique to them, but your condition is somewhat different from the legendary soul-devouring injury. This... I really can't figure it out."
"I envy Lady Yueying so much. She and Miss Xingmei can both use healing spells to heal Master. If only Ah Xue could do that too..."
Heh heh, naive. If you could use it too, would I, as the master, even have a chance to survive?
"But why did Master faint like that? And why did he faint on Miss Xingmei's butt? That's so strange."
"This... that's not strange at all. I swear on my life, John definitely didn't spit blood on her butt because he was trying to rape his own sister and failed."
Damn it! " You're making such a fuss, trying to cover it up! Why don't you just say I'm a beast in human clothing trying to rape my own sister?!
" "Haha, Uncle, that sounds weird. How could Master have such evil thoughts about his own sister? He's not that kind of beast in human clothing!"
Waaah, Xue, don't speak with such trust, so decisively. This beast in human clothing is just making me want to vomit blood.
"There's nothing wrong with sleeping with your sister. As the saying goes, nothing tastes better than dumplings, nothing feels better than a girl. Every successful man sleeps with his sister. I strongly support John's actions."
Oh! Yu Ni, not everyone enjoys sleeping with their own sister like you do. Isn't your explanation just making things worse? Has your brainwashing program gone awry again? It's only been a day or two since I adjusted, please act normal, okay? Hurry up and change your tune!
"No, having desires for one's own sister is a heinous crime that is condemned by both gods and men. As a police officer, I absolutely cannot stand idly by. If John has really committed this sin, I swear on my honor as a police officer that I will bring him to justice, tear him to pieces, skin him alive, and deep-fry him!"
...God, let me die! I asked you to change your tune, not to make it so hard!
The noisy voices around me continued, and I felt that as long as these guys were around, my injuries might never heal. Fortunately, later on, these voices gradually disappeared, leaving only a gentle and elegant young woman's voice.
"...Let him rest. He's vomiting blood; his injuries will only get worse if this continues."
It was this voice that calmed everything around me. My chaotic mind gradually settled down, and I finally opened my eyes. I saw myself bathed in a soft, white light, warm and comforting, an indescribable solace. Someone was healing me with a healing spell.
"Hmm..."
"Awake? Don't get up if you're tired. Lie down a little longer. I'll pour you a cup of tea to soothe your throat."
The white light faded, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face that smiled warmly at me. Every time I gaze upon that ethereal face, overwhelmed by its breathtaking beauty, I must admit that although the Four Heavenly Maidens are ranked equally, Yueying's beauty is simply on a different level from the other three. While Xia Hua and Dong Xue are also stunningly beautiful, they fall short of Yueying in the subtlety and depth of her beauty. What
's most remarkable is that Yueying seems completely unaware of the allure of her beauty. She simply wears a coarse cloth dress, simple and elegant, like an ordinary housewife, brewing tea and holding a cup, making this small room feel like "home." It's as if being with her brings warmth, and wherever you are, you feel at home.
But I knew that beneath this elegant and domestic exterior lay a raging black flame, ready to be unleashed with the slightest provocation, transforming a celestial being into a seductive enchantress.
Just like now, as Yueying sat on the edge of the bed, supporting me as I sipped my tea, I could see the curves of her full breasts, her slender waist, and smell the alluring scent of her flesh. Suddenly, all sorts of sensual memories of Salar City flooded my mind, and a wicked fire ignited in my chest, causing me to choke on my tea.
"Be careful, don't drink too fast. You're so old, why are you still like a child?"
"Cough! Cough! Hehe, I can't grow up, so I can continue to enjoy your care, sister. So many people want this but can't have it."
Yueying chuckled softly. She was supporting me, but her slender body suddenly went limp, leaning against me. She was as light as a piece of cotton, and her soft fragrance wafted into my nose. It made me want to hug her and be intimate with her, but it also gave me an impulse to push her down on the couch and ravage her at will.
As if sensing my restless movements, Yueying's hand moved to my chest, drawing circles lightly. This was a secret signal she particularly liked; no words were needed, yet all the emotions were conveyed unspoken. To me, Yueying's gentleness was truly considerate, but right now, I couldn't accept it.
One hand covered Yueying's soft hand, gently but firmly grasping her pale fingers. A smile appeared on Yueying's face, letting her golden hair cascade over my chest, and she whispered, "This is the first time, little brother, you've lost interest in your sister's body. Should I be happy or sad?"
"I'll never lose interest in you, sister, but before I pounce on you, I want to get rid of some annoying things first."
I held Yueying's hand, resisting the urge to touch her full breasts, and asked, "Sister, you asked me to come to the Golden Flower Federation, it wasn't for Xingmei, was it? What do you want me to do? Tell me now."
Yueying stared at me, her eyes clearly showing... With admiration and praise, she said, "Sister is so happy because that little rascal from back then has really grown up and is now a responsible and wise man."
If any other woman said that, I would slap her off the bed without a word, swiftly cutting off the endless trouble that would follow that praise. "The capable are always burdened" is always my curse for others; I would never be stupid enough to jump into that trap myself. But with Yueying, I see any trouble as a challenge, fearing she might not be able to handle it alone and come to me. If she's willing to ask for help, I'm willing to take on everything for her.
And Yueying truly lives up to her reputation as my good sister; her words immediately made me feel like I'd been scalded by a red-hot iron pot.
"Little brother, can you promise to help your sister win the trophy in this year's race?"
"No problem, I definitely will... Ah! What did you say?"
It's not that I wasn't mentally prepared, but if Yueying's request came true, the impact on me would still be huge, especially considering the complexity and difficulty of the whole matter. I almost burst into tears just thinking about it. However, I still calmed myself down and asked Yueying about the whole story first. Only then did I realize that the behind-the-scenes entanglements of this grand race were more complicated than I could have imagined. No wonder that even now, there are still many doubts, as if I were in a fog.
"I was unaware of the whole affair at first. Ryan had been investigating it all along. In recent months, I combined the intelligence networks of the Buffett family and the international alliance, and finally made a breakthrough, sorting out the whole story. It even... relates to the secret of the Black Dragon Society's rise in the East China Sea."
The Black Dragon Society was founded by the Black Dragon King and rose rapidly in a short period of time, swallowing up the Jin Dynasty, which was the most powerful force in the East China Sea at the time, and becoming the largest hegemon in the East China Sea, a position it still holds today. The Black Dragon Society's rapid growth was undoubtedly due to the Black Dragon King's boundless evil power, making him invincible and unchallenged throughout the East China Sea. However, the fact that the Black Dragon Society rose from an isolated island at sea, lacking vast resources and abundant manpower, raises the question of how it built its army and developed into such a force. This remains a major mystery in the East China Sea. No matter how powerful the Black Dragon King was, he was still a lone individual; how could he create something out of nothing? It's truly incomprehensible.
To defeat the Black Dragon Society, this question must first be answered, and Ryan Buffett's painstaking investigation finally yielded the answer after his assassination. The Black Dragon Society's rise to power on a small island was undoubtedly due to the Black Dragon King's overwhelming evil influence, but its ability to create an army out of nothing and complete its establishment within months was primarily due to technological assistance from the Otherworld.
"The Otherworld? Isn't that a bit too exaggerated? Trade is one thing, but I've never heard of the Otherworld having military ties with the Yellow Earth?"
Basically, the four continents of this world should have been independent and unrelated since ancient times. This unwritten rule has long been a deeply ingrained ironclad rule in people's minds. I can't explain why, I just feel that it should be this way. However, I discovered a flaw in my thinking.
"Damn... the islands in the outer sea are no-man's-land, not bound by these rules..."
Yueying said. A certain force on the alien continent seemed ambitious and possessed an evil nature similar to the Black Dragon Society, but many things were inconvenient to do on their own territory. Coincidentally, the leader of that force was traveling overseas at the time and met the Black Dragon King on the island. The two fought fiercely and admired each other. They then handed over a lot of military technology to the Black Dragon Society, allowing the Black Dragon Society to test drugs and biological weapons, committing all sorts of heinous and bloody atrocities. Both sides benefited from this.
With such a national-level force backing it, the Black Dragon Society rose to power at an astonishing pace, eventually becoming the overlord of the East China Sea and threatening the Loess Plateau itself. If not for an accident, the Black Dragon Society's power would have been far greater, and it would have already begun its formal invasion.
"Whether it's fortunate or unfortunate, more than twenty years ago, a coup occurred on the alien continent. The original leader was overthrown, and military cooperation with the Black Dragon Society ended..."
A change of leader doesn't change the nature of an evil organization. Bad guys still need to eat, and new weapons still need places to be tested. Although the Black Dragon Society tried its best to acquire them, other competitors emerged from nowhere. Taking advantage of the opportunity of "renewal," they replaced the Black Dragon Society as their new partner. The Black Dragon Society, thus losing its technological and financial support, was forced to develop independently. Although it maintained its influence, it was no longer as unfathomable as before and deeply feared its replacement. This led the Black Dragon Society to remain inactive in the East China Sea for many years, hesitant to invade the Yellow Earth.
"That competitor..."
I wanted to ask, who exactly was this new partner who replaced the Black Dragon Society? Because in the past twenty years, no new powerful force had emerged on the Yellow Earth. Could it be one of the existing major powers? Or perhaps the Temple of Light?
But as soon as I got the words to my lips, a sense of foreboding made me swallow them back, as if the moment I uttered them, endless trouble would follow. So I changed the subject and asked another question: what was the connection between these secrets and the race?
"Cooperation between organizations is never fixed. More than twenty years have passed, and it's finally time to renew the contract. According to my understanding, the force on the Otherworld has hidden the token in the prizes of the Formula One Grand Prix. Whoever wins the prize can become their partner for the next twenty years."
To be honest, I don't know how much difference there is between the Otherworld and the Loess Plateau, but if they can create one Black Dragon Society, they can certainly create a second. In other words, this is indeed the best opportunity to rise to the top in one step. As long as you have the ability to seize the cooperation rights, power, strength, and wealth will be within your grasp. However, does Sister Yueying want this cooperation right?
"I haven't thought about what I'll do after I get this cooperation right. I just feel that it shouldn't fall into the hands of ambitious people. This is a very important matter, and the Black Dragon Society is determined to get it. If they take the token, the Yellow Earth will be in constant strife from now on. So I want to get my hands on the token."
"Then, which prize is the token hidden in?"
As soon as I asked this question, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was as if I had already agreed to Yueying's request and started seriously thinking about how to win the prize. It was really ironic. I can't even drive a race car, how am I supposed to win?
"I don't know. So this also becomes a challenge for the participants, who have to deduce the possible hiding place of the token themselves, otherwise winning the wrong prize would be meaningless."
So what if the token is hidden in the third prize, the Evil Wolf Blood Sword, and I defeat all the others to win the championship, only to end up disappointed? But the legendary model of the grand prize, "Tankar," looks strange. Could it be that it's a grand prize because it contains a secret, hiding the token inside?
So… the so-called arms deal involving the Pure Mind Zen Association…
A thought flashed through my mind. I looked at Yueying, who nodded, saying that many forces probably already knew about the hidden secrets surrounding this race. After all, her intelligence network might not be particularly outstanding. If she could find this information, other forces could likely find it too—the Cihang Jingdian, the Pure Mind Zen Association, and Ishtar might all be able to find it.
Ah! Could it be that Ishtar sent out that kind of super assassin because of this? But a super assassin's target should be the trophy, why is he chasing after me?
When I brought up this matter with Yueying, she said that the boy had overpowered Fang Qingshu and Tianlong in one battle, and his martial arts skills were comparable to the five strongest. This battle had caused a sensation throughout New Orleans, and all sides were shocked and inquiring about the cause. Based on various circumstances, our guess should be correct: the force behind the boy was pointing directly at Ishtar.
"This kind of thing involves power struggles, and it's not convenient for the International Alliance to directly inquire with Ishtar. Moreover, recently, there's been a lot of friction between Ishtar and the International Alliance over the issue of orc slaves, and the atmosphere is tense. But I've already privately written to Narcissa to verify this, hoping to get a reply soon." It
's unexpected that Yueying and Narcissa have a personal relationship; it seems they're quite close. Perhaps I can get some information from Narcissa.
Recalling the boy saying, "You're the one I specifically want," it sounds more and more like "I want to possess you," which is truly chilling. Ishtar is the homeland of the transvestite Bloodlust, and the Golden Flower Federation is the territory of the gay Ryan. With these two elements combined, could that kid possibly have some ulterior motives towards me?
(Ugh, that's a real cold sweat. Don't think about that now... If Ishtar wants to participate in the competition, he needs to get a high score in the race, but that NPC team is at the bottom of the rankings and they're only driving ordinary carriages. How can they possibly win? Could they just be using this as a cover? Or... Ah! This is bad!)
Halfway through my thoughts, a crucial question arose. Yueying wants me to give her the prize, not by stealing or robbing, but by winning. The problem is that the race has already started. Can I cut in halfway through? Even if I can, how will the points be calculated?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at Yueying. In my eyes, Yueying is a gentle and lovely older sister, but her ability to sit firmly on the chairperson's seat of the Golden Flower Council is not something that can be accomplished by gentleness alone; it relies entirely on outstanding wisdom and skill. Since she wants me to win the trophy for her, she must have made some preparations , right?
"Yes, the race car and equipment are all ready, waiting for you to use them."
"Oh? Not just the race car and equipment, right? The identity should also be prepared for me, right?"
I'm not stupid enough not to have thought of the key point. Right now, all of us are wanted criminals. How can we openly participate in the race? The most likely arrangement is to participate in the race masked. And following this conclusion, if Yueying arranges for a masked driver to participate in the race beforehand, and I then take over the identity, it will be the most reasonable and appropriate arrangement, without anyone knowing.
To participate in the Grand Prix while masked, there must be rules restricting it. But this is the Golden Flower Federation, the place where Moon Sakura's influence is strongest. It's understandable that she might try to cheat in this regard. So the main challenge is still with me.
(Damn it, this means I have to drive the race car myself and compete against Fang and Bianca. They're all dragon horses or spirit beasts. How am I supposed to win? My riding skills aren't that great.)
Just as I was worrying about this, Moon Sakura suggested that I go check out the cars. I didn't want to go out in the middle of the night, but I figured she must have a reason for asking me to go at this time, so I went along. With the wealth of the Buffett family, secretly assembling a racing team wouldn't be difficult. The cars, equipment, and mechanics are all things that can be acquired simply by investing money. However, when I entered the empty secret factory and saw the racing car that Moonsakura had prepared for me, I was still quite surprised
. Of the three power sources for racing cars—biological power, magical power, and mechanical power—I personally think magical power is the most suitable for me. After all, I am a magician, and using magic power is more reliable than other options. However, considering the capabilities of the Buffett family, I think the most likely outcome is biological power, using some kind of magical beast to pull the car. So, when Yueying bet a kiss on the road and asked me to guess the type of power, my answer was always biological power. I really didn't expect the result to be so unexpected. "Really? Congratulations to those who guessed bio-powered, you've won the grand prize! Congratulations to those who guessed mechanical power, you've won the jackpot!" "No way? The Buffett family can create mechanical power? When did you recruit such skilled craftsmen?" I was very surprised because although the Buffett family is wealthy, it is ultimately no match for a national hegemon. Even the Kingdom of Alibuda might not be able to create a mechanically powered vehicle. How could a mere wealthy family create such a technologically advanced product on the level of a nation-state? As soon as Yueying unlocked the magic lock of the secret vault, the six-layered barrier slowly opened, revealing the black car quietly resting in the center of the vault. I was so surprised I almost jumped up, because this race car was not only mechanically powered, but it was also among the top performers in this grand race, having already become the focus of everyone's attention. "Amadeus..." I gasped, not expecting Yueying to have such an ace up her sleeve. Not only had she prepared the race car and the identity, but she was also a top-five favorite for the championship. With Amadeus's current points, if I successfully replaced that "rescue king," I would indeed have a good chance of winning. The slender, streamlined black body emanated a deep, eerie glow. Even without seeing the interior design, it was immediately apparent that the outer shell was meticulously handcrafted, resembling a single piece of black jade, exuding mystery and elegance, comparable to any work of art. Wing-shaped patterns were etched on both sides of the body, indicating that in addition to the internal mechanical power, the body was also imbued with magical runes for weight reduction and speed enhancement—a perfect fusion of composite technologies. These wing-shaped patterns, paired with the pointed front, made it look like a majestic eagle about to take flight, exuding an air of dominance and evoking memories of its unparalleled speed and power on the racetrack. When I opened the wing-shaped car door and carefully examined the interior, I didn't see a steering wheel or any steering tools, only a densely packed dashboard and a tangled mess of pipes connecting to a metal hood above the seat. Although I couldn't see the driver on the black leather seat, there was an aura that felt very familiar. (This aura... this spiritual energy... is it necromancy? How could it be?) In terms of necromancy, I'm far inferior to Xue, a master of magic, but my basic senses as a sorcerer allowed me to be certain that someone had died in this seat, and not just one. If I closed my eyes, I would think that what I was looking at was a killing altar, not a racing car seat. "Sister, where did that guy called the Killer King, the driver of Amadeus, go?" "Well, from now on you'll be driving, so he'll naturally retire. Now you're the master of Amadeus, the much-anticipated Killer King." "Sister, where did that guy called the Killer King, the driver of Amadeus, go?" " …………" Asking the same question twice is to uncover the truth behind the surface story. I have no interest in the "official explanation." If you want my help, I want to know the truth. Yueying hesitated for a moment, but her hesitant gaze instantly became firm, just as I would never refuse her. As long as I asked, Yueying wouldn't hide anything from me. Regardless of the consequences, we don't need to lie to each other. "The previous killers have indeed retired successfully. They weren't magicians or martial artists; they were just homeless people hired from the streets. Their strong physiques were the only condition for hiring them." Just as I expected, this Amadeus was indeed an extremely evil and ferocious machine. Other sports cars rely on their owners to drive them, but the Amadeus was designed the opposite. Once started, the car's virtual soul would awaken and lead the way, while the driver in the seat would become the power source, continuously supplying the Amadeus with the energy it needed until it was completely exhausted.

Thinking about it this way, it's no wonder the "King of Killers" is completely wrapped in bandages. Partly to prevent people from seeing his true nature, and partly to avoid revealing his depleted state. If I'm not mistaken, this Amadeus would likely consume a life for every race—a truly brutal victory achieved through carnage and decay.
If they had found a skilled mage or martial artist, they could probably sustain it longer, but they would undoubtedly see through the trap and refuse to comply, making things even more complicated. Therefore, they have to use ordinary people as human sacrifices for each race. While I'm confident I won't be drained dry, I'll inevitably suffer a severe blow, essentially trading my life for driving time—the risk is extremely high. How could Sister Yueying let me do something like this?
"It's not what you think. Little brother, Amadeus was designed specifically for you from the start. Only you can ride in it without being harmed and maximize its effectiveness. Any other driver would be drained of their life force and become nothing but bones."
"Oh? Is there such a good thing?"
Of course, it wasn't that I didn't believe Yueying, but I really found it ridiculous. Everyone else would be stuck in it, but I could drive like crazy. This wasn't some absurd plot from a third-rate novel. Where in the world is there such a cheap deal?
I wanted to laugh it off, but suddenly certain clues connected in my mind. Why did the Buffett family have the resources to develop such technology? Why would they specially build a race car for me? Why did Yueying seem hesitant all this time? These questions strung together in my mind, coalescing into an unbelievable answer that momentarily made me feel dizzy.
Seeing the eagle-like wings on either side of the car, I felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over my head, even my voice turned cold.
"Sister… the original name of this Amadeus wouldn't have been Skyhawk, would it?"
◆ Chapter Four: The Perverted Father
Actually, I should have realized this much earlier. Training craftsmen and developing technology requires years of dedicated effort. Although the Buffett family is incredibly wealthy, they are not known for military technology, let alone creating a dark sports car that surpasses contemporary military standards.
Based on my observations, the manufacturing technology of Amadeus must have consumed countless lives in experiments. Such research resources would only be reasonable if they came from the Black Dragon Society or Ishtar. But even these two national-level evil forces might not be able to develop Amadeus. So… who on this Loess Plateau could?
Originally, there shouldn't have been anyone, but in the past year, an ideal answer has emerged: a military fortress previously unnoticed, which suddenly became the focus of attention. A world-shaking battle in the desert saw the Skyhawk Warriors utterly defeat the Colossus, shaking the world with their might.
The Third New Tokyo City!
My perverted father, Gendo Farrell!
I was so careless! I never imagined he'd be sitting idly in the fortress with nothing to do, and then he'd actually try to take advantage of me. Yueying now holds a high-ranking position in the International Alliance, and to handle affairs with various countries, she'll inevitably have contact with the Third New Tokyo City. I had considered this before, but I've been so busy lately that I completely overlooked it. I deserve to die!
(Damn it, he specially made a race car that's designed to kill people for me. What does this mean? Is it a coming-of-age gift for his son? Isn't that too late?)
Thinking about my perverted father makes me furious. Giving me two cheap sisters wasn't enough; now he's giving me a cheap race car too. Does he have to torture me to death before he's satisfied?
The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I told Yueying that I'd steal or rob her to get the prize, but I absolutely cannot drive this sports car in a race. Actually, I know that saying such things is like drinking poison to quench my thirst. If Amadeus really doesn't harm me, then using Amadeus to enter the competition and win the prize is the best course of action. But I just can't swallow this...
"Little brother, there's something someone wants you to see before making a decision..."
I wanted to joke and say, "Nothing can change my mind except for the body of the most beautiful woman in the world," but Yueying took out a remote control. After pressing it, a large curtain slowly floated down and opened. She seemed to be avoiding me and left first. I was just about to chase after her to ask her something when an image suddenly appeared on the curtain behind me. A familiar voice struck me like a thunderbolt.
"Long time no see, son."
The voice, which I hadn't heard in ages, made me freeze instantly, a chill running down my spine and the back of my head. I turned around in disbelief to look back at the image appearing on the screen.
The image on the screen was an ordinary office, but the table in the middle was more like a podium than an office desk. And my perverted father, just like in every memory, sat in front of the podium, his fingers interlaced, half-covering his face. His sharp, cold gaze pierced through his glasses and the magic screen, staring straight at me.
A red coat, black-rimmed glasses, slightly messy black hair, a full beard—these are things deeply etched in my memory, unchanged even after more than a decade. This man, just as he was back then, stands across a heavy table, coldly and distantly watching me, issuing his one-sided orders with an air of self-importance.
"I've brought you to the Golden Flower Federation for no other reason than to have you drive this Amadeus."
Years of separation, a long-awaited reunion between father and son—no pleasantries, no greetings, just this self-righteous command. While I didn't expect any fatherly affection, it didn't mean I liked his tone.
"Oh dear, that sounds familiar. I remember hearing it before. Back then, you also told me you didn't call me here for anything else, just to give me something to practice... Ah, the Xuanwu True Skill, right? What did I say then? It doesn't matter. I guess I was like you are now, telling you to go back and bang your head against the wall and repent, Dad."
I pretended to tap my head and burst out laughing. "Hahaha, what will you say next? Oh, I guess..." "So, it's like before, telling me that if I don't want to do it, I should just go home? That's perfect! We won't keep in touch anymore. Don't bother me with weddings, funerals, or any other celebrations. I'm very busy, hahaha~~~"
Despite my malicious mockery, my perverted father didn't react at all. He maintained that posture, looking down at me coldly and calmly as if he hadn't heard anything, until I finished laughing, and then he slowly began to speak.
"Since you're unwilling, there's nothing I can do. Anyway, there's an alternative..."
The perverted father's alternative appeared in a small window in the lower right corner of the screen. It was a girl a few years younger than me, about the same age as Xingmei, her whole body wrapped in bandages. She looked quite badly injured, but her half-exposed face was rather pretty, with a pitiful look.
This bandaged appearance was probably the standard attire of the previous Amadeus drivers, but I couldn't understand what the perverted father meant by doing this. Did he think that if he let this girl drive, I would feel sorry for her and change my mind? That was ridiculous.
"Compassion is a universal human trait, but I don't place my hopes on it. The reason I showed you this girl is to serve as an example. Look at her injuries, they're quite severe, aren't they? If you refuse your father's request, you'll be injured even more badly."
"Wait... wait, what is this? A threat?"
"This is obviously a threat, or do you think your father is incapable of carrying out this warning?"
What a despicable beast! He doesn't even hesitate to threaten and intimidate his own son, showing no humanity whatsoever.
The Third New Tokyo City is teeming with experts, and this beast himself is one of the five strongest in the world. If he truly wanted to kill or injure someone, I doubt anyone else on this earth could protect him. Ask me if I believe his threat? I can't help but believe it.
Behind the glasses, his gaze remained sharp as a knife, and every word spoken in his deep voice was like the roar of a ferocious lion, making one's stomach clench. When we were not on the same side, I could feel Gendo Farrell's terrifying nature even more. Just through the screen, the relentless pressure was suffocating; if I were facing him in person, I probably would have already collapsed.
I hate the feeling of being chased until I have nowhere to run, but I have to admit that with such a huge difference in strength, the gap between me and this man is like that between a lion and a rabbit. Whether it's cunning or strength, I can't compete with him. The only way is to agree, otherwise…
"Or, are you planning to fight back out of spite, risking everything to defy Father? That's certainly courageous, but the target of this threat isn't just you personally. You might think you're quite capable, able to recover quickly even with your whole body wrapped in bandages, but what about your delicate Moon Cherry sister? If she were seriously injured, how long do you think it would take her to recover? Would she even have a chance to recover?"
"You dare?"
"Son, I have something to tell you. A war of words without real power is useless. You should know very well whether I dare to do what I say, and whether I have the ability to do it. Now you can start answering yourself and see if I dare to do it or not."
I have to admit, perhaps there really is such a thing as a natural enemy in life. From the moment we met, I was completely dominated by Yuantang, with no chance of turning the tables. As his biological son, I wouldn't dare say I understand him perfectly, but at least I know one thing: this guy is insane! There's absolutely nothing he wouldn't dare to do.
As a result, things had to go back to square one. Filled with resentment, I agreed to drive the Amadeus in the race. As for whether I could win a prize, no one could guarantee it; who knew if this weirdo would explode halfway through?
"By the way, there's something I need to ask you."
Actually, more than one thing. The way I slew the Mugen demon in the East Sea, the question of Leng Linglan and Xing Mei's origins, the truth behind why they specially made a race car for me, and my lost memories of going to the Third New Tokyo City as a child—all these questions revolve around my eccentric father, and only he can answer my questions.
But this beast was truly self-centered, completely disregarding the feelings of others. After finishing his business, he didn't even bother to listen to my questions before the entire curtain spontaneously combusted, turning to ashes in the blink of an eye. I didn't even have time to ask.
"You bastard! You beast! You dog will definitely not have a good end!"
Knowing that such a roar was just the pitiful howl of a defeated dog, I still couldn't help but shout it out. The long-awaited reunion of father and son ended in this way. Although I never expected him to act like a father, wasn't this just too terrible?
For years he's never cared, never asked a single question, only constantly causing trouble for his son. Now he's even directly threatening me. How could such a shameless beast be my father? Can't he find someone else?
Furious, I couldn't help but punch the Amadeus car door hard. The cold, hard, strange metal was completely undamaged; instead, my hand stung. But in my anger, I didn't care about that. Just as I was about to punch him again, a soft, delicate hand reached out and gently soothed my anger.
Turning around, I saw Yueying standing behind me, silent and still, her beautiful eyes veiled with tears, as if about to fall. This sorrowful expression was more than just heartbreaking; it was enough to make my heart ache.
Yet, amidst the heartache, this expression also gave me a thrill—a fierce, primal desire that burned intensely from my lower abdomen to my head. Before I even realized what I was doing, I had already pinned Yueying against the cool black car door, chasing after her full, red lips, kissing her passionately.
"Mmm... little brother... um..."
Yueying let out a soft moan of pain, but she did not refuse my roughness, letting me unbutton her clothes. When I took off her red coat, Yueying's slender waist was revealed, and the white shirt and skirt she wore underneath highlighted her delicate figure.
The passionate kiss temporarily ended, but the flames burning in my heart intensified. I turned Yueying around, and she leaned forward weakly, barely supporting herself against the transparent car window with her hands. Her poignant expression was incredibly moving, and the way her two long, slender legs were clasped together revealed her round, plump buttocks, which stretched her white skirt tightly, making them look like two large, hanging water droplets, full and ready to drip.
In general, a girl's buttocks, besides their basic aesthetic shape, are considered more sexy the thicker and fleshier they are; this is the so-called aesthetic of full breasts and plump buttocks. Axue and Xielian are representatives of this category. Their buttocks are white, fat, soft and fleshy. They are visually stimulating when twisting and swinging their hips. A little bit of concentration will cause nosebleeds. Although Yueying cannot be compared in this regard, compared to ordinary women, her round and perky buttocks are also full of voluptuousness and mouth-watering.
Her high buttocks made the fabric of the white skirt look round and plump. I stretched out two fingers and pinched the softest part through the skirt. The round and tight butt suddenly became tight and trembled.
"Sister, take off your skirt," I whispered in Yueying's ear. "Let me see what's moving."
"W-what's moving? I don't know..."
Yueying blushed, shyly protesting in a low voice, but it was almost teasing as she swayed her slender waist, presenting her buttocks at the most beautiful angle.
Accepting the invitation, I reached up and lifted her silk blouse, unfastening her belt and zipper, and pulled her skirt down from her waist. When the white skirt was pulled up to her waist, a dazzling white light flashed before my eyes.
I didn't see anything that looked like underwear. Underneath her white skirt suit, Yueying was only wearing a white, sheer stocking over her bare, pink buttocks.
"Sister, you're so kind."
Yueying wasn't some brainless fangirl; she wouldn't go out without underwear. This was a thoughtful consideration of what would happen after our meeting, a preparation made in advance. I was deeply grateful for her thoughtfulness.
"...I prepared this especially for you, I've been waiting for you for so long... You haven't made a move, and your older sister is getting anxious too..."
"It's my fault, I'll satisfy you right away."
I chuckled softly, reaching my hand towards the warm, moist mound between her legs. My fingertips pressed upwards against the soft, radiating flesh, feeling the vibrations and moisture through the fabric. Then I pushed upwards and rubbed hard...
The perfectly timed caresses immediately elicited a suppressed yet sweet moan from the young woman, like a short, sharp gasp, soft and delicate, sounding very comforting. And those round, beautiful buttocks, full of vitality and allure, also gave me an outlet for the dark emotions in my heart.
I raised my hand high, then gently lowered it, slapping her upturned, beautiful buttocks. Slapping a mature woman's buttocks is a great pleasure, both visually and tactilely, and it's a hobby I've recently developed. But with Yueying, I was still a little hesitant, and my touch was far less forceful than when I played with Axue and Yu Ni. Even so, her round buttocks still made a "smack" sound, and Yueying's body stiffened, unable to help but cry out, her face instantly turning bright red.
"Ah..."
came a sharp cry of surprise, but I didn't stop. Instead, I continued to slap her repeatedly, using very light force, each slap coinciding with Yueying's muffled cry.
The cherry blossoms' muffled cries were crisp and tender, like the mournful sounds of tender leaves, very pleasant to the ear, more melodious than any fine musical instrument. I gazed at the soft, snow-white, trembling, plump buttocks before me, and then gently patted them down. The tender flesh of the buttocks writhed seductively in response to the stimulation, making a crackling sound under my palm, like white waves rolling and bouncing.
Through these actions, I vented my anger at the frustration of my negotiations with Gendo. These rough actions were actually quite unreasonable, but Yueying endured them without reservation. Throughout the entire process, she lay quietly beneath me, accepting every bit of my anger.
Her gentle, delicate body pressed against the hard, smooth black car door. My hand lightly brushed towards her gently wriggling buttocks. Her round, fleshy, and elastic buttocks couldn't escape, and she suddenly thrust forward under the impact.
There was no sound, no scream. The young woman's eyes, like autumn water, silently returned my gaze, her delicate face burning red.
Beneath her trembling eyelashes, her gaze was hazy, seemingly submissive, yet indescribably sexy and alluring.
Through a skylight in the roof, a crescent moon could be clearly seen. The night was deep and the wind gentle. A beautiful young woman, half-hidden in darkness, had the moon's reflection mirrored in her deep eyes.
In the silent, tranquil melody, the bright moonlight streamed through the skylight, illuminating Yueying's curvaceous body like water, bathing this slender beauty in a silvery glow.
Yueying's feet slowly rubbed together, enticing my hands, which had been caressing her beautiful buttocks, to gradually move downwards, pressing against her tender flesh.
When I finally touched that moist spot, her two jade-like legs, white as ice, suddenly parted to the sides, bending and stretching back and forth... Her
already aroused body needed no further arousal. Yueying was panting, her nectar almost submerging my fingers. With a soft, urgent gasp, her two snow-white legs, which had been slowly struggling against the smooth car door, suddenly stiffened. Yueying let out a weak sigh, her eyes tightly closed, her body trembling slightly. Her
snow-white, delicate buttocks had nowhere to hide, completely exposed. In the end, only the transparent stockings were still tightly covering the young woman's crotch. Without the cover of underwear, two tender, moist labia could be seen directly from behind, sticky and squeezed together in a thin layer of white gauze.
"Sister, I'm going in."
To my request, Yueying simply hummed softly and fell silent. I wasn't going to waste time at a time like this. I reached for her pantyhose, ripped a large hole in the center of her buttocks, and her two beautiful, moist, red buttocks were exposed.
"...Gently, gently..."
Before I even entered, Yueying's moans were tinged with pain. In the moonlight, it was clear that her snow-white, soft buttocks were slightly swollen. Although I had been gentler, the pain had still caused some damage over time. However, this burning, unusual pain seemed to further arouse the mature woman's desire, prompting her to urge me to take the next step with encouraging eyes.
I held my erect penis and gently rubbed it against Yueying's already erect and wet flower bud. Yueying's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and she was emitting seductive, soft breaths. After a brief moment of foreplay, a sudden and intense thrust occurred, and my hot penis plunged deep into her wet and juicy flower valley.
"Ah...ah...ah...oh..." The response was extremely strong, as if long-suppressed desire had been released in an instant. Yueying's entire back arched up, and her golden hair, which was coiled into a bun, suddenly cascaded down, spreading into a golden wave behind her.
Yueying's upper body was fully clothed, her silk shirt neatly worn, and her skirt was only rolled up at the waist. This fully clothed form of intimacy was something I had never tried with Yueying before, and trying it for the first time was incredibly exciting, especially since Yueying was wearing a congressional badge on her chest, which gave me a perverse pleasure of defiling a female congresswoman.
(I don't know where the parliament is? It should be in the capital. If I have the chance in the future, I must have sex with my sister in the parliament of the Plantagenet Federation.)
With this exciting fantasy in mind, I controlled the speed of my thrusts, rhythmically, forcefully penetrating the snow-white, voluptuous young woman beneath me.
Yueying's body trembled as I reached out and unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time. She turned her head slightly and whispered, "Little brother... can you hurry up?"
Of course, I had no reason to refuse such a seductive request. My thrusting speed increased from slow to fast, and soon the juices from our joined bodies were flying everywhere, making lewd "squelch... squelch..." sounds.
"Ah... little brother... faster... faster... a little faster... ah... sister has been waiting for you... oh oh... has been waiting for you..."
She swayed her slender waist and snow-white buttocks forcefully. As her bra was unhooked, Yueying's beautiful breasts swayed, the waves of her breasts and buttocks drawing beautiful arcs.
Counting on my fingers, it's been almost two years since we parted ways in Sara City. During this time, Yueying hasn't been held by a man at all. Her fully developed, mature body must be in a state of extreme thirst, which explains her intense reaction, like a wild, galloping horse.
Thinking of this, I thrust rapidly and wildly, dozens of times at a time. As Yueying let out a soft cry, I suddenly lifted her up by the waist and laid her across the hood of the black Amadeus car. The streamlined body narrowed at the front, making it difficult to maintain balance while lying down; she would naturally slide to the sides. To avoid falling, Yueying unconsciously clung tightly to me, her lower body thus becoming even more tightly and intimately connected with mine.
The beautiful young woman's snow-white buttocks moved wildly up and down, like a tender red mouth devouring sausage, swallowing and spitting it out, then swallowing and spitting it out again, giving rise to very pleasant fantasies.
I looked down at Yueying's full, snow-white flesh, swaying incessantly, her plump buttocks rubbing against the cold front of the car, her two round, peach-like breasts swaying incessantly with our union, her bright golden hair swinging from side to side, her fair face covered by the tide of spring, flushed and beautiful, her half-open, seductive eyes looking at me.
When our eyes finally met, Yueying, the unrelated sibling, smiled alluringly. She traced my face with her slender, white fingers and chuckled, "I'm so sorry... I've never done this before..." "
Really? Then this is your first time. We've done it before in a carriage, but this time in a race car, it felt pretty good."
"Yeah, but what you did before... my butt still hurts."
"Because you truly have the beauty of ice and jade, and delicate skin and tender flesh, I have deliberately gone easy on you. And... Sister, besides the pain, you must have other sensations too, right? Otherwise, why are you so wet?"
After Yueying nodded with a flushed face, I thrust my lower body forcefully, each time my penis penetrating deeply into Yueying's body, bringing the mature and beautiful young woman back to ecstasy.
"Sister, tell me, do you feel comfortable when I fuck you like this?"
"Ah... it feels so good... my whole body is floating... oh... sister... it feels so comfortable..."
Amidst Changmei's moans, Yue Ying swayed her thin waist obliviously to welcome my thrusts; I completely let go of my hands, not holding her body, and only allowed her to maintain her body balance by moving her hips in conjunction with thrusts. The hands I let go took the opportunity to move to her bouncing breasts, rubbing and twisting the erect breast buds.
Yue Ying was panting and dripping with sweat from the repeated shocks of pleasure. After more than a hundred thrusts and thrusts, the ecstasy of pleasure shocked her whole body.
"Little brother... Sister... Sister can't take it anymore... It feels so good... It's so amazing... So sore... So numb...
Ahh
...
The final stimulation of the spray caused Yueying's hand to hook around my neck, and her pink legs, encased in white stockings, wrapped around my waist. We embraced tightly, maintaining this intimate moment for a long time. Exhausted, we simply held each other, kissing...
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Even the most glamorous and enchanting moments eventually fade into the mundane. However, while I once had a strong aversion to the Amadeus, that bird of a car, it's now somewhat less intense. After all, thanks to it, I have some decent memories. Being able to pick up women on a race car is a dream for many men.
My perverted father is truly despicable; he only provides the luxury car, not the women. If he had prepared a group of sexy and glamorous race queens and asked me to drive the Amadeus, with such good terms, I probably would have agreed without hesitation and wouldn't have refused.
Leaning against the black body of Amadeus's car, I held Yueying in my arms, quietly enjoying the tranquility after the rage. I kissed her forehead and ears, speaking softly, using this opportunity to clarify some doubts in my mind.
The position of president of the International Alliance is not easy. If it weren't for Yueying's extensive network of connections, and the willingness of world leaders to give her face and compromise, the newly established International Alliance would likely have already collapsed and dissolved.
Among the current international problems, besides the external threat from the Black Dragon Society, the issues of Ishtar and the Southern Barbarians are the most serious. No one can deny the strength of the orcs on the Loess Plateau. Without their participation, the International Alliance would be incomplete, with a large gap in its territory. However, despite several attempts to negotiate with the Southern Barbarians, the orcs presented extremely difficult conditions.
This was undoubtedly a result of a lack of mutual trust, but the most crucial condition was the demand for Ishtar to liberate the large number of orc slaves he kept within his territory. For Ishtar, this demand was enough to shake the very foundations of his state, and naturally, he could not agree to it.
Ishtar and the Southern Barbarians had clashed in several meetings over this, causing instability within the International Alliance. Fortunately, the Battle of the Desert brought the Skyhawk Warriors to a great victory over the Colossus, shocking the entire nation of Ishtar and immediately curbing its arrogance, thus preventing further conflict with the Southern Barbarians.
After Leng Linglan's humiliating departure from the Third New Tokyo City following the Battle of the Desert, Yue Ying personally contacted the Third New Tokyo City, partly to seek advice from her elders on how to deal with the situation, and partly to find out the whereabouts of her eccentric father.
During this meeting, my perverted father offered to help Yueying win the Formula One prize, but on the condition that I be the one driving. He claimed that only someone with the Farrell family bloodline could maximize the performance of the mysterious racing car under development.
Things began without my knowledge, eventually leading to the situation I am in today…
◆ Chapter Five: Heavy Rain Warning
My involvement in Formula One racing in this way surprised everyone around me, especially the clear-headed Mao Yan'an. He seemed surprised that I would do this, and I had no intention of explaining myself, because there was no point in talking about something so dishonorable.
However, when I couldn't resist Ah Xue's request and took them to see the Amadeus I would be driving, Mao Yan'an walked around the black car a few times, carefully examining it, and revealed a meaningful smile.
"Nephew... it's either the Black Dragon Society or the Third New Tokyo City... hmm, the latter is more likely. Back in the East China Sea, the Black Dragon Society's weaponry style wasn't like this."
Astute people are indeed hard to fool. In fact, if Fang Qingshu were to see it, he would absolutely not believe that the Buffett family could develop such a race car; this is a perfectly reasonable deduction. I remained noncommittal, changing the subject to simply discuss how everyone should cooperate. On another note, to determine which prize the weapon token was hidden in, I needed Yu Ni's investigative abilities and Mao Yan'an's wisdom, so I told them all this.
"Oh, is that so? Then we must study this carefully..."
Mao Yan'an stroked his beard, speaking thoughtfully, and then began discussing it with me. I highly valued the cunning of the middle-aged man and had high hopes for Yueying's vision and thinking, but I never imagined that when these two minds combined, their interaction could produce such a powerful effect, not only in the current situation but even in finding clues to previously unresolved questions.
Yueying desperately needed intelligence from the East China Sea, and my and Mao Yan'an's personal experiences there provided invaluable information she couldn't gather. This included our battle with the Ghost Ship, the special experiments on Fengling Island, and the unique customs and sentiments of the people in the East China Sea. We provided her with all of this. Yueying listened attentively, taking notes and occasionally asking us questions to supplement our understanding.
When discussing the entire battle with the Ghost Ship, the incident of Wujian's attack and Guimei Xi appearing to shield me from the fatal blow inevitably came up. This incident has puzzled me for a long time, and I still can't figure out why someone who is clearly my mortal enemy would suddenly appear and take a fatal blow for me.
Although Gui Meixi possesses formidable martial arts skills, she is ultimately only at the sixth level of cultivation. Her assassination techniques are unpredictable and difficult to defend against, but direct, head-on confrontation is her greatest weakness. Revealing herself to take the full force of Wu Jian Yi Mo's attack would inevitably result in injury. Why she would risk injury to rescue the enemy is truly unbelievable; however, Yue Ying offered a reason we had never considered before.
"From what you've said, Wujian Yimo is a subordinate of the Black Witch Goddess, not the Black Dragon King, right?"
"Well, they're both members of the Black Dragon Society, but sister, you're saying this..."
Basically, the Black Witch Goddess and Wujian Yimo are both members of the Black Dragon Society and subordinates of the Black Dragon King. This is our existing understanding. But recalling everything that happened in the East Sea, Wujian Yimo always referred to the creator, the Black Witch Goddess, and rarely mentioned loyalty to the Black Dragon King. If we have to categorize them, Wujian Yimo can be considered a disciple of the Black Witch Goddess, and his loyalty to the Black Dragon King is indirect.
"We hadn't considered this before, but sister, are you implying...?"
It wasn't just suspicion; Yueying clearly believed that the Black Dragon Society wasn't a unified entity. There were differing interests between the Black Dragon King and the Black Witch Goddess. Therefore, the Black Dragon King was temporarily protecting the person the Black Witch Goddess's faction wanted to kill. This led to Gui Meixi's sudden appearance, miraculously saving me—the one the Black Witch Goddess had vowed to kill.
It sounded unbelievable, yet it was the most reasonable explanation. I just couldn't understand what conspiracy the Black Dragon Society had against me? What did they want to use me for?
Both Mao Yan'an and Yue Ying found this point puzzling and couldn't come up with an answer. However, Yue Ying raised another point: the Golden Flower Federation was the strongest part of the Palace of Light. If the Black Dragon Society were to operate in the Golden Flower Federation, it certainly wouldn't just send ninja troops; it would definitely have powerful figures to back it up. Otherwise, it would be tantamount to suicide. But if the Black Dragon Society really did send experts... it seems that no one has yet been alerted or taken seriously about this matter.
"After the death of the Maru, the leader of the Marine Admirals, the Black Dragon Society hasn't heard of any new powerful figures. Ordinary Marine Admirals aren't worth worrying about. But if Ghostly Evening were to infiltrate, her unpredictable assassination methods would be terrifying. Or if the Black Witch Goddess were to arrive and casually unleash a few large-scale spells, affecting thousands of civilians, the Palace of Light would be hesitant to act and would find it difficult to deal with."
Mao Yan'an's considerations were quite practical, and Yue Ying said she would try to convey them to the Palace of Light. I asked Yueying about her relationship with the Temple of Light. She said that she knew some high-ranking members of the Temple of Light, but not the current head, Xin Chan. She felt that something was amiss when Master Ku was unexpectedly assassinated. She secretly sent a message to Xin Chan, asking him not to rush to issue a warrant so as not to let the real culprit escape justice. However, Xin Chan's attitude was extremely firm. He ignored her request and issued a warrant that very day.
"This is actually quite strange, because Master Xin Chan has always been very gentle and easy to talk to. This is the first time I've encountered him so angrily insisting on something..."
"When it doesn't concern him, this bald thief is naturally easy to talk to, but once his own interests are involved, his true colors are revealed."
In Yueying's words, Xin Chan seemed to be an honest, gentle, almost slow-witted good-natured gentleman, exactly like his kind appearance with long eyebrows and benevolent eyes. It was really hard to imagine that he would have anything to do with conspiracies and schemes. However, my own personal experience is not one to be fooled by appearances. The true face that bald thief revealed before my eyes was definitely not an illusion or a dream.
Xin Chan, that hypocrite, is truly adept at maintaining his facade. He also possesses an innocent and harmless appearance. If it weren't for the special relationship between Yue Ying and me, it would be difficult for her to believe that this bald thief is secretly plotting to overthrow the Yellow Earth in collaboration with the Black Dragon Society.
To avoid dragging Yue Ying into this too deeply, I initially didn't want her to know too much. However, I now worry that if I say nothing, she won't be prepared and might be targeted by Xin Chan later. So, I told her everything about the benevolent last words on Fengling Island and Xin Chan's threats at the racetrack. After a brief shock, Yue Ying also indicated that, in this light, the key to the matter lies with Xin Deng and his disciple.
"Master Xindeng used to travel the world, and news of him could be heard every now and then. But for more than a year, he has completely disappeared without a trace, along with Miss Yuhong. Finding them has become extremely difficult. But judging from this, they must be hiding and secretly investigating this matter."
This deduction is the same as our previous thoughts. I don't know how many times I've thought about it. Even that hypocrite Xinchan must be trying his best to find Master Xindeng and his disciple. After all, they are the core of the problem. I am not a member of Cihang Jingdian. If it weren't for the old tortoise Xinchan's relentless pursuit, I would have no interest in paying attention to their pointless ambitions.
Moreover, the longer time went on, the more I felt that the master and disciple were lurking in the shadows, possibly planning to use this to their advantage. Since Xin Chan couldn't find them, he had no choice but to target me. In the process, they might have left some clues. If I unfortunately died because of this, they would award me a medal or posthumously confer some heroic title after revealing the truth. After all, sacrificing for justice is a very glorious thing.
(Damn it, that must be it, otherwise how could they not have asked me anything after I've been wandering around with Yu Ni for over a year? Damn it! I've fallen for their trap, and they'll pay for this!)
With nothing more to discuss, our brief meeting with Yueying came to an end. Yueying promised to keep an eye on the Cihang Jingdian's movements and send out messages to try and find Xindeng Jushi to confirm the whole mystery. With these issues temporarily resolved, I began trying to pilot the Amadeus.
As expected of a combined mechanical and magical power source, I would have found it hard to believe such a magical thing existed if I hadn't experienced it firsthand. It wasn't me driving the car; the car was driving the whole thing.
"Hey there, bro."
"Yeah, buddy."
After ceasing to use blood sacrifice as power, Amadeus officially activated the Farrell family's exclusive identification system. After confirming the two activation codes, Amadeus would automatically check the voiceprint, brainwaves, and most importantly, the spiritual wave. If any of the three were incorrect, the driver would immediately be struck by a high-voltage current, instantly turning into charred remains and ejecting from the vehicle.
Once everything is verified, the driver's five senses will be immediately cut off and then switched to see what the car sees and hear what the car hears in a peculiar way. Then, the brain receives all the information calculated and organized by the car at supersonic speed, including the distance and characteristics of everything in front, behind, and behind, what actions to take at what speed, and what the success rate will be. Hundreds and thousands of detailed calculations flash through the mind in an instant.
For example, if there's a 180-degree left turn ahead, and after passing the turn, there are two race cars blocking the way, Amadeus will immediately calculate how much acceleration I need to steadily climb the hill and turn, and then speed through the gap between the two cars. It will also calculate the possible variables that might occur along the way and how I can avoid them. It calculates everything perfectly. If I can't control the steering wheel properly, the subtle electric current emitted by the car will manipulate my body, making me make the necessary movements at the right time.
Previously, as a spectator, I was amazed by Amadeus's lightning-fast accuracy in running. But after experiencing it firsthand, I realized that his so-called divine skill was just a trivial matter. With a calculation ability a thousand times greater than that of the human brain, achieving such results was a piece of cake. It was something that humans couldn't control, so how could it be measured by human standards?
Whenever the car sped across the land, my thoughts extended freely in all directions, accompanied by the influx of countless information. It was as if the area covered by my thoughts was entirely under my control!
That feeling of unrestrained freedom is simply wonderful. I never imagined that a person's soul could be so relaxed and at ease when it leaves the body. No wonder so many people practice meditation or trance; they are actually pursuing this kind of pleasure that is no less than the climax of sexual intercourse.
(Ah! But can this computing power only be used for racing? What if it were used for other purposes, like warfare...?)
Humanity's greatest original sin is the instinct to fight. We always think of military applications first. But I'm sure my thoughts aren't unfounded. If this kind of superb artificial intelligence were applied to warfare, accurately calculating every possible move and strategy of the enemy, it would be like knowing yourself and your enemy. Even if it weren't a hundred battles won, I believe it would be invincible. With my freak father developing such a system, the military strength of the Third New Tokyo City is truly terrifying.
Currently, the Amadeus, this dark horse, is a thorn in the side of many behind-the-scenes betting companies. Therefore, in addition to basic racing capabilities, combat power is also an important consideration. However, based on my evaluation of several test drives, unless it encounters another ambush by the Black Dragon King's ninja army, ordinary ambushes or sabotage cannot harm the Amadeus at all. In fact, during the previous ninja army's surprise attack, the Amadeus was completely unharmed; they only had to prematurely dispose of the driver, who had already been drained into a corpse.
My perverted father promised that as long as I ride in the Amadeus, I will not be harmed in any way because the car's recognition system is designed to target the bloodline and brainwaves of the Farrell clan. This has been proven by my several successful driving experiences without death. However, there's a significant difference between surviving and being completely unharmed, especially since each time I step out of the driver's seat, while I remain unscathed, the intense dizziness is a clear sign of my body's vital energy being drained.
If it weren't for my practice of erotic magic, which involves the long-term, systematic absorption of female vital energy, it's hard to say whether I could withstand the consequences of Amadeus's driving. Yet, asking me to give up driving is also difficult, because the feeling of being one with Amadeus is so wonderful that it's hard to let go.
Since it's so hard to give up, I need to find ways to maintain it. An old saying goes: if someone steals your slippers at the bathhouse, just wear someone else's slippers home. Amadeus absorbs a significant amount of energy from its users; even if I can't get it back, surely I can absorb someone else's?
But that's a little difficult. A few days ago, I had a bunch of pure, innocent virgins around me, tall and short, plump and thin, to choose from, making replenishing my true energy a breeze. But now, the old nun has become a beautiful younger sister; even touching her is worse than being a beast. As for the younger nuns under her, I can only admire them from afar, not touch them.
If the mountain won't move, the road will; if the road won't move, I'll find a way around it myself. Since neither moving forward nor turning around works, I'll have to take the old detour and find my most legitimate partner to replenish my energy.
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Whether in terms of magical civilization or other technologies, the Plantagenet Federation is far superior to the Kingdom of Alibuda. In New Orleans, this major coastal city, numerous skyscrapers stand, a true display of national power and grandeur for me, seeing such towering buildings for the first time.
At that time, I already planned to visit them properly if I had the chance, and tonight provided that opportunity. The race starts tomorrow, so I took a final pre-race relaxation break. After obtaining my master's permission, I officially put my plan into action.
On the rooftop of a supertall building called the Fifth Tower, Yu Ni and I quietly landed. This supertall building belongs to the Buffett family; with a single word from Yue Ying, even if the rooftop collapsed tonight, no one would come to watch.
"Yu Ni, what is my fourth lustful divine beast?"
She couldn't answer because there wasn't one, but there was no need to answer either, since it was just a code. Yu Ni, who had been smiling sweetly, quickly dimmed her eyes after receiving the code. Then I waved the small magnetic bottle containing the crystal jade near her nose, completing a double safety check. Her eyes went blank, and she entered a dazed state.
Last time I was semi-conscious, Yu Ni's speech was somewhat incoherent. Although it hadn't been long since the last adjustment, just to be safe, I decided to make another adjustment tonight. After all, the mind is a very delicate thing; problems can easily arise if you're not careful.
The night was deep, and the cold wind howled from the rooftop, making one shiver. Yu Ni stood in the biting wind, like a strange, suspended puppet, posing in a bizarre and ridiculous posture, completely still, yet strangely beautiful. It was as if this twisted humiliation only enhanced her striking beauty.
For ease of movement, Yu Ni was still wearing her smart and dashing police uniform, but because of the thrill of her encounter with Yue Ying on the hood of the engine last time, I had her wear white stockings this time. Her beautiful legs and stockings complemented each other perfectly.
Unbuttoning Yu Ni's clothes to undress her was a simple task, but it was also part of adjusting the work.
"Yu Ni, listen carefully. From now on, every time I remove something from your body, your memory and intelligence will decrease by two years, understand?"
The dazed puppet doll did not answer, but the order was carried out. One piece of clothing after another was removed, and Yu Ni's empty eyes changed, sometimes sad, sometimes happy, sometimes gritting her teeth, as if reliving her life in a revolving lantern. Finally, when she was left with only a pair of stockings, almost completely naked and exposed in front of me, her mental state was only that of an eight-year-old.
I used to go even further, reverting to the level I was at two or three years old. It was pretty perverse, but not fun at all. There was crying, pooping, and peeing; you couldn't play it without a particular hobby. Now I've adjusted it to eight years old, not because I like playing at that age, but because it's easier to make minor adjustments.
This so-called "mindset adjustment" is basically turning things off and on again. It's off now, and I'll just turn it on again later. It's just that I like to do some entertainment between turning it on and off.
Normally, oral sex is one of my favorite games. As long as I give Yu Ni a command, she can repeat the same licking action for a long time, as if her chin never gets tired. She's a true oral sex doll. Even the best-trained sex slaves can't do it so thoroughly.
However, her current alluring appearance gave me a different thought.
She struck a pose like a swan spreading its wings, arms raised high, one leg slightly off-leash. Her entire beautiful body was clad only in white sheer pantyhose, her small, dove-like breasts and smooth abdomen exposed to the cold wind. Due to the extreme cold, goosebumps had appeared on her delicate skin, but her serene face remained oblivious, becoming a supremely beautiful statue, maintaining its unchanging posture.
This captivating statue, placed atop the tallest building, overlooking the city's dazzling sea of lights, reflecting the twinkling stars in the sky, was truly a magnificent sight, bringing a sense of comfort.
I came up behind Yu Ni and reached between her spread legs, stroking the delicate stockings that felt like a second skin. I already had a feeling that these might suit Yu Ni better than Yue Ying. I lightly lifted a thin layer of silk between the little beauty's thighs and cut it with a sharp blade I had prepared. As it made a slight tearing sound, the stockings immediately stretched out to both sides with great elasticity, exposing her pink and moist labia.
"Yu Ni, go up to the wall and say hello to the city."
The wall is dozens of stories high and only a few inches thick. One slip and you'll fall. The wind is strong and it's hard to stand. An ordinary person can't even stand steadily. But Yu Ni just leaps up the wall. Ignoring the astonishing height below her feet, she maintains her original posture, standing on one leg with her arms outstretched, like a white swan about to take flight. The strong wind blows, and her pale body sways as if about to fall.
"You can't hear me greeting you like that, Yu Ni. You... go pee."
This was a very good humiliating command, usually making a girl feel ashamed and struggle internally. But in my "special situation," the command was executed perfectly without the slightest hesitation. A pale, almost colorless, translucent silver spring gushed from between the winged girl's legs.
At first, it was just a small, trickling stream, but it quickly expanded into a fountain, violently erupting towards the bustling city below.
At a height of over thirty stories, this amount of water might go unnoticed, but watching a spirited and beautiful winged girl standing on the corner of the highest building's wall, her pale body trembling, urinating freely over the entire city—this incredibly blatant act was undeniably satisfying.
If someone were to look up at that moment, who knows what they would see? However, it would be quite rare for someone to have such good eyesight to see a beautiful girl urinating naked. From this angle, Yu Ni truly resembled a white marble statue.
After this moment ended, I had Yu Ni remain in that position, maintaining her one-legged standing posture, and then I approached to get a closer look.
Her fair, pink buttocks still seemed to twitch from the earlier ejaculation, and the girl's private parts, nestled between her legs, were fully exposed. Her labia were swollen and full, slightly parted to reveal a glistening red slit.
"It's really artistic. If you were here, I'd definitely want to draw you,"
I said, running my finger along the slit. My fingertip was covered in sticky nectar. The labia closed helplessly, then slowly opened again, oblivious to the glistening nectar flowing out in a glistening line between her legs. Clearly, although she was unaware of her actions, her body was still reacting.
Faced with this alluring and beautiful scene, Yu Ni wasn't the only one who reacted; I was also greatly encouraged. I then ordered Yu Ni to come down from the corner of the wall, still with one foot on the ground and the other leg raised high, her pink buttocks alluringly raised. After adjusting her position appropriately, my eager penis effortlessly slid into her body, deeply uniting with her.
"Yu Ni, from now on, every time I fuck you, you will recover one more day's worth of intelligence and memory, but not more than today, understand?" The
restarted program was just ordinary intercourse this time, nothing particularly noteworthy. On the contrary, as I held her snow-white bare buttocks and thrust back and forth, her raised right leg particularly caught my attention. So, with my right hand, I scooped it up, and a slender, jade-like leg lay horizontally in my hand.
Clad in sheer stockings, her long, shapely legs stretched out, their undulating curves shimmering with a captivating ivory sheen.
In the silent thrusting motion, I placed my hand on the girl's smooth, silken thighs, my palm rubbing against her long, slender legs from top to bottom through the thin stockings. The soft flesh rolled beneath my fingers, making a soft, rustling sound.
Still in a daze, Yu Ni made no sound during our intercourse, but her breathing began to become uneven. After a rapid breath, a burning sensation surged up her soles, causing the spirited young woman to let out a soft moan.
Half teasing, half playing with her beautiful legs, I stretched out my fingers and deliberately tickled Yu Ni's tender soles.
I held that poor, white jade foot tightly in my hand, and under the stimulation of my fingers, it convulsed violently, her toes, hidden in stockings, constantly bending and spreading…
Multiple parts of her body were stimulated simultaneously, and Yu Ni gradually couldn't resist anymore. She gasped and made soft, whimpering sounds, her smooth, sweaty body swaying as she lay prone, her waist twisting back and forth like a water snake, her jade foot in my palm swaying incessantly.
Yu Ni's reaction was also encouraging to me, especially seeing the look in her eyes gradually return, from a simple gaze to a more complex one. The way she manipulated the changes in other people's hearts while fully controlling the sensations in their bodies was truly satisfying.
Her left leg, planted firmly on the ground, was beautifully shaped, but undoubtedly very powerful, as it had been supporting her for almost an hour. Such a strong, beautiful leg naturally supported a firm, bouncy, and shapely bottom. The two white, tender buttocks slammed against my lower abdomen, and with each thrust, waves of nectar overflowed, flowing down the curves of her slender legs and onto the ground.
Yu Ni's small mouth was slightly open, panting heavily, her expression shy and alluring, as if she had completely regained her vitality.
I gripped those two soft, pink buttocks tightly, thrusting forcefully. Everything in the world seemed to have ceased to exist for me…
Regardless of how much of my consciousness and memory returned, when the raw material of the crystal jade finally erupted, Yu Ni let out an incredibly joyful moan, greedily lying on the ground, letting me ejaculate my white, cloudy fluid into her small mouth.
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After the silent union, all that remained was the myriad lights of the city lights stretching as far as the eye could see. Neon lights illuminated the night, a spectacle more dazzling than the stars in the sky, celebrating the prosperity of New Orleans tonight…
The night view was beautiful. When the entire adjustment process came to an end, I didn’t want to linger in this special place and wanted to leave as soon as possible. At this time, Yu Ni was very useful. Because her body was completely satisfied after tasting Ying Jingyu, she didn’t ask for any lingering feelings or tenderness. She responded immediately to any command. She was the most considerate and also the most regrettable sexual partner.
But Yu Ni still gave me an unexpected contribution. Because of her sharp eyes, she noticed something unusual at the harbor before we went downstairs. After I used my binoculars to look, I was shocked to see a familiar face – the mysterious boy who had forced Fang Qingshu and Tianlong Thief Tuo to his knees and injured me that day.
The boy in white wasn't alone at the harbor; the stunningly beautiful doll-like girl was also there. Surrounding them were more than a dozen people wearing cloaks and holding magic wands, who looked like the Wizard of Ishtar. The group seemed to be discussing something.
(Damn it, they're all Ishtar scum. What good can come of a bunch of them? Better to avoid trouble and leave now. This place is over thirty stories high, and so far from the port, they can't possibly spot me, right?)
This guess was quickly dismissed, because Yu Ni and I simultaneously heard a voice.
"Sporting the night before the game? Take care! Remember to bring an umbrella for New Orleans tomorrow. If you can't find one… bring a boat."
The voice was close to our ears, vaguely recognizable as the boy's mocking tone, but he was clearly still in the same spot. How was he transmitting his voice? We're so far apart, over thirty stories high!
And… will it rain heavily tomorrow?

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