Alibuda Chronicles 7

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Seeing Sister Yueying like this, the mesmerizing allure almost made me lose control. I quickly grabbed Mao Yan'an beside me and whispered,
"Hey? Where did you get this outfit? You're the one who arranged for her to sneak away, you must know something." "
Yueying asked me to find her some clothes that ordinary people wear, so I found this one for her. Isn't it eye-catching enough?"
"You're crazy, we're trying to avoid being recognized! Dressed like this, is it an incognito trip or to lure men?"
"Of course it's to lure you, you little pervert. Giving you a chance to feast your eyes, you should be secretly happy."
Just as I was about to retort, Yueying had already arrived in front of us.
"Thank you for waiting. I've been looking forward to it since last night. But is it really okay to leave without saying goodbye?"
Yueying always puts others first. After all, if something happened to her, there would be too many people who would be punished. However, Mao Yan'an and I immediately assured her that everything was arranged properly and there would be no problem.
Of course, we didn't need to bring a sketching fanatic along when we were shopping and having fun with the beautiful princess. So, Mao Yan'an bravely sacrificed himself to keep things quiet at the inn and prevent anyone from noticing Yueying's departure.
Despite my ample preparations, the destination of this trip was undoubtedly some unknown bed. However, I couldn't just drug my companion out of the room immediately; I still needed to take her shopping and have some fun first.
But then again, that's really how things are between men and women: shopping, eating, and then sleeping together. The former is the process, the latter the original purpose. What I was going to do today was simply shorten the process—shopping all day and then sleeping together, saving time and money.
After explaining everything, Yueying and I began our incognito trip for the day. She used to enjoy browsing handicrafts at markets and was also interested in street food stalls. Because these places were crowded and complicated, the security personnel wouldn't allow her to go, so I listed them as our main sightseeing spots for today.
While Salah may not rival the Plantagenet Federation in terms of scale as an international metropolis, it is still a remarkably diverse metropolis. The markets, bustling with trade between various countries, thrive within the limited trading hours.
Yunyang Street in the eastern market, twelve years ago when Yueying left, was a hub for Salah's handicrafts, attracting many vendors from other provinces. However, times have changed. After twelve years of development, it has transformed into a street lined with shops selling personal accessories and weapon parts. Yueying,
dressed in simple coarse cloth, initially followed my lead but later took the lead, browsing this stall and that shop, as if she had regained her former vitality.
Yueying had never practiced martial arts and wasn't very physically fit. After running around for half an hour, she was already showing signs of fatigue, but the joy and ease in her eyes radiated a vibrant life force, as if she were a noble flower from a greenhouse basking in the warm sunshine.
Seeing such a look made me happy, but sadly, there was a hint of melancholy and wistfulness in Yueying's eyes—a sentiment that no one can avoid when revisiting a familiar place after many years.
Previously, these ornaments were just cheap, worthless items, but as the martial spirit of Alibuda grew, and followers brought new technologies from the Golden Flower Federation and Ishtar, people discovered that these ornaments, besides their beauty, also had great practical value.
Walking down the street, shops display new styles of wristbands and jade pendants, but these are just painted models; the real items must be purchased inside the store. The models are often displayed in long strings, letting customers know which colors are available for that style, with labels below indicating the colors.
"Boss, let me see this old silver pendant... Hmm, fire resistance is only level 2.5, waterproof rating is only level 2.5, it's really terrible. Are you selling this kind of thing as jewelry or as a toy?" (Toy: children's toys)
"Sir, this is just a pendant, not a shield, and it's a mass-produced item from the factory. Its effectiveness is not as good as a handmade one, but the price is very cheap. Look at our price tag, only 20,000 Ari. There are discounts for bulk purchases or cash payments with gold coins. We're fair to everyone."
"No way. Your effectiveness is only level 2, not even the most basic holy light blessing. You want me to spend 200 silver coins?
That's outrageous! I'm going to look at other shops."
"Sir, don't say that. How about you take a look at this cat's eye ring? It's a replica of the Damascus One Ring, and the price..." I wasn't planning to buy anything; I was just browsing the jewelry, enjoying the pleasure of shopping with Yueying.
The reason the jewelry market has been so sought after in recent years, with prices constantly rising, is because the Golden Flower Federation deliberately assisted and exchanged knowledge with our country, using magical forging techniques in exchange for the technology to keep goat's milk and cow's milk at room temperature for thirty days without them turning sour.
Currently, the two main combat methods are swords and magic. Warriors are not good at long-range, airborne attacks, and mages are always at a disadvantage in close combat. Due to innate limitations that cannot be overcome, they can only work on their equipment.
To profit from both sides, weapons merchants continuously researched and broke through forging techniques. Robes and staves used by mages began to possess agility and the ability to absorb magic power and convert it into striking power; armor and shields worn by warriors also gained resistance to elemental attacks. Initially, although the effects of these enhanced armor pieces were as minor as health drinks with added nutrients, they were already in high demand, and weapons merchants reaped huge profits. The quality of
enhanced weapons and armor depended on the craftsmanship; wearing more didn't necessarily mean better results. Sometimes, wearing too much could even cause repulsion between the different pieces. But in their pursuit of safety, people greedily adorned themselves with layers of armor. However, a person only has two hands, and it's impossible to wear two layers of armor. So, after the market for weapons and armor became saturated, merchants turned their attention to jewelry, giving new value…and new prices to traditional crafts.
The market in Alibuda primarily inherited the style of the Plantagenet Federation, but in their ambition to surpass them, merchants offered hefty rewards to those who stole the technology from Ishtar, eventually developing a market capable of rivaling the skilled craftsmen of Plantagenet.
"The two most popular shops on the main street are Mingyu Pavilion at one end, which crossed over from the arms market and has a very large business; and Baodaxiang at the other end, which started with jewelry and ornaments and later successfully invested in other businesses. Both of these are branches of the Golden Fern Federation, with independent technicians specializing in research and development and production, making their products better than those mass-produced by ordinary factories, and also much more expensive. As for Jiyuezhai, the shop you used to like so much, although it was a local business, it closed down many years ago because the owner was caught smuggling with the Ijinta people."
After we had strolled through Yunyang Main Street, I found a small bar with good craftsmanship and took Yueying inside to chat and rest. This inconspicuous shop was located in a small alley, and since it wasn't mealtime, there were only three or five customers chatting when we went in. At one table was a man with a parrot and several young women; it was obvious he was using his talk about bird-keeping as a pretext to pick up girls.
I chose this shop, of course, to listen to their bird-keeping talk. This shop was quite famous behind the scenes, with a backstage operation run by a powerful group of people. Once you became a member, whenever you brought a female companion there for drinks, the bartender would observe the customer's gestures and, if appropriate, slip drugs into their drink.
Becoming a member required a hefty fee. When I was a low-ranking officer, I couldn't afford it, but my grandfather's old travelogues contained recipes for special spices that could make wine fragrant and delicious. I used these recipes to obtain privileges.
Upon entering the shop, since we didn't know anyone there, we sat in a corner. Yueying removed her veil to let her cheeks breathe. After I ordered wine and grilled fish, I gestured for the bartender to slip a drug into my drink.
As the glass was placed in front of Yueying, I suddenly had a very uneasy feeling, as if I had forgotten something very important. I thought about it but couldn't figure it out; I was probably just worried that Yueying would notice something was wrong with the wine.
Yueying seemed oblivious. After the dish was served, she lightly sprinkled lemon juice on the grilled fish while picking up her wine glass, smelling the aroma but not taking a sip.
I was a little anxious and subtly asked her why she wasn't drinking. Yueying smiled and said that wine should be smelled first, otherwise it would be a waste of the winemaker's hard work.
I didn't care about the winemaker's supposed hard work; the effects of the twelve bottles of aphrodisiacs I had just downed were already showing. I was now in a hard-on, waiting for my desire to be released. But if I acted too hastily, I was afraid Yueying would notice something amiss, so I had to suppress my urge and force a smile.
However, being with a woman who knows me too well is a very dangerous thing. Although I acted as if nothing was wrong, Yueying still sensed something was wrong with her intuition. She played with her wine glass and spoke with a half-smile.
"Little brother, you're hiding something from me."
"Just kidding, sister. How could I hide anything from you? You're my dear sister! But there are some things that are actually quite funny, sister. You know what? I had some strange dreams last night, and I'm afraid they'll scare you if I tell you."
Starting with this, I jokingly recounted my dreams from last night. Yueying clearly didn't find the joke malicious. After listening, she rolled her eyes at me and said, "I've heard that people under a lot of psychological pressure often have strange dreams. Is something making you feel pressured?"
"Sister, do you think I'm the kind of bad person who would have ulterior motives? My conscience is clear; what pressure could I possibly have?"
"Lying? You look completely insincere. You brought me to this shop, you must have some ulterior motive."
A woman's intuition is truly terrifying. In order to get Yueying to drink that bottle of wine as soon as possible, I could only laugh it off.
"Haha, sister, you're so smart. The reason I brought you here is..."
"Rape! I'm going to rape you!"
It might be hard for others to imagine, but at that moment, I was all smiles and about to speak with the utmost sincerity when I suddenly blurted out this true intention in a rough voice, a cold sweat breaking out on my back, while Yueying, after a moment of astonishment, covered her mouth with her hand in laughter.
It wasn't me who said those words, nor was it a god from heaven; it was that damned parrot at the nearby table. It must have gone mad, suddenly blurting out that remark, leaving me utterly embarrassed and unable to move. Meanwhile, the men and women at that table were lewdly laughing, saying things like, "Your bird is lustful," "My bird down there is even more lustful," "You brought me here to rape me," and "Heh heh, I'm going to drug you with alcohol," things that were utterly outrageous.
The man wasn't just talking; he also gestured to the bartender, demanding a drugged drink. He hadn't noticed, and in my rage, I simultaneously gestured to the bartender to bring him a drugged drink too.
It's a sad thing that my mother didn't teach me well when I was little, and I ended up eating whatever I wanted outside. When his female companion collapsed, he gave a smug, lewd smile, but the smile froze on his face, and he collapsed too.
The noisy guys fell asleep, but I had to maintain a smile and wait for Yueying to finish her drink. During that time, we talked about our shopping trip, and when I mentioned the shops on the street, Yueying also brought up the talents of Alibuda.
"When I was in the Golden Flower Federation, I heard people mention many times that a master craftsman has emerged in Alibuda in the last two years. She's a half-elf woman named Zhizhi Lonia. Although she's a newcomer, her craftsmanship is better than that of the craftsmen in several well-known workshops. She's already become an important figure for various countries to poach talent. So it's not like our country is without talent."
I was startled when Zhizhi was suddenly mentioned, but on the surface, I remained calm and replied that this master craftsman was under Leng Linglan's special protection and I had no chance to meet her.
"However, it's quite poignant," Yueying said softly, a hint of sadness appearing on her beautiful face.
"I prefer the old days when people simply sold simple handicrafts, without any practical value, just to appreciate the beauty of the craft. Why must everything ultimately be used for fighting and to hurt others?"
"Don't think like that, sister. Being kind-hearted is good, but if you're too out of touch with reality, life will be tough.
Rather than saying these things are used for fighting, they just add practicality. If you think of it that way, it's not a big deal. People are just doing what's most in line with the principles of survival. Beautiful and practical handicrafts, isn't that better than before?"
Yueying thought for a moment and smiled. "Si, maybe you're right, but you're a soldier yourself, and you recently received a gold coin reward. Why not buy some good protective gear?"
"Well... these weapons and armor do have an effect in actual combat, but in the long run, they do more harm than good. My weirdo... my father once taught me a basic concept: the best supernatural artifacts absorb the wielder's life force when used. The stronger the wielder, the greater the power they can unleash. The two complement each other, making them invincible."
I casually said, "However, there are few people willing to honestly hone their martial arts skills; many hope to use these artifacts to achieve instant success ." Merchants, readily accepting this advice, developed items that, while ineffective, were usable by even the most wretched individuals. This created a vicious cycle: those who relied on supernatural items for extended periods, no matter how powerful their artifacts, were ultimately no match for true masters. Noble knights who perished in the chaos of battle were often these very people. "
Because my attention was solely focused on the cup in Yueying's hand, I forgot she disliked hearing about martial arts, but before I could apologize, Yueying had already waved and smiled."
"Don't worry, I'm not so fragile that I need others to avoid talking about me. But, little brother, you're even more outstanding than you look. With such insight and ambition, you'll definitely shine in the military in the future. Lanlan will have to rely on you for a lot."
"What a joke, she doesn't need my care. I'm just glad she didn't kill me."
More importantly, who cares about that bitch Leng Linglan? Sister, you've been shaking that cup for ages. I beg you, please drink it!
Just as I was staring at the cup in Yueying's hand, looking miserable and feeling unbearably hot in my groin, I suddenly caught a glimpse of something that made my eyes almost pop out. I stared in disbelief at the alleyway door a dozen feet away, at that familiar female figure.
Overwhelmed by surprise, I was momentarily stunned. Even after calming down and looking around to make sure I could see her, I couldn't find the fleeting female figure.
(Was that Phoenix? This is public place! Why is she here? Is she trying to solicit clients again? Who is her target this time?)
Since leaving Jiang Li, I haven't encountered that female demon again. Partly because it's unnecessary, and partly because I'm wary of inviting trouble. That figure only appeared briefly and then vanished; I wasn't sure if it really was that cunning and ruthless female demon.
The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became. A strong curiosity rose within me. After some restraint, I finally decided to go and see for myself.
"Sister, don't drink before I get back."
"Huh? Why? I'm so thirsty."
"Because it doesn't smell good enough yet. You need to smell it for a while longer before you can drink it. Anyway... just don't drink it."
I hurriedly left those words and ran out of the shop. I looked around and rushed towards the spot where Phoenix disappeared. I ran into that dead-end alley, but I couldn't see anything. There was nothing there except a wall at the end, and Phoenix was nowhere to be seen.
(I clearly saw her running this way, how could she be coming down to the factory? Am I seeing things? Impossible, even if my eyes are playing tricks on me, my penis wouldn't be wrong. That kind of alluring and seductive feeling, besides Phoenix, that female devil, what woman could...)
This thought flashed through my mind, and I exclaimed "Ah!" as I thought of a glamorous beauty with a similar temperament to Phoenix.
(Oh no, could it be the Ishtar witch? Encountering her here would be a disaster; I'd better get out of here.)
Though these thoughts crossed my mind, I didn't act on them. The reason I stopped wasn't surprise, but a strange pressure—a magical pressure stemming from something like a slowing spell.
One of the strategies mages use against warriors is to cast a slowing spell, suppressing the warrior's reaction and speed, allowing them to launch attack spells. I only hesitated for a moment before realizing I'd been ambushed. A quick thought flashed through my mind as I sensed three people appearing behind me, approaching with ill intent.
What's more, these three mages were actually quite overconfident in me. They were all level five experts, perhaps intimidated by my past achievements and wary of my strength. The three of them attacked together, using all their might. Two of them used slowing spells, but that wasn't enough. The last one even used gravity manipulation. All three pressures were applied to my body at the same time. My bones and muscles, unable to withstand the pressure, made terrible noises. The three of them were surprised that my reputation was so great, and they quickly withdrew their spells.
However, what I should say is that, despite my considerable magical cultivation, I was powerless against their slow, restrained, and pressure-based attacks, unlike a simple martial artist. So when they released their incantations and approached me, I pretended to lose consciousness, but I had already caught my breath. I secretly gripped the Hyakkimaru in my hand and used my most prized sneak attack.
"Ancient gods of lust, in the name of John Farrell, I pray to you, guide the power of lust, come forth! Lustful worms!" My voice was soft and my speed was fast, but when the opponents were mages, these actions were not enough. The magical fluctuations from the incantation alone alerted them, and they retreated hastily in surprise.
Fortunately, my sword strike wasn't too slow. Before they could retreat, Hyakkimaru unleashed a crimson light, a poignant and beautiful sight, leaving a few thin streaks of blood at the tip of its crimson glow.
Though only a few, they were enough to draw blood; Hyakkimaru had wounded them. These mages were all highly skilled; as they retreated, they erected magical barriers to defend against the upcoming sword strikes and physical attacks—a technique employed by mages with extensive combat experience. Unfortunately, although I had a sword, my next attack wasn't a sword strike, but rather a lewd spell, not belonging to the six major magic systems.
With a flick of my wrist, following the invisible trajectory of magical energy, the lewd insects landed on the three mages. The magical barrier, which only protected against physical attacks, offered no protection against poison. Even with their protective gear, it was useless, because the bodily fluids from the venomous insects affected their movements the moment they touched them, and then they would burrow into any bloodstream. Once the insects entered their bloodstream through wounds, no one could save these three frantically struggling victims.
Things were progressing smoothly, and I was congratulating myself on my success when suddenly a chill ran down my spine… no, the entire surrounding space suddenly became incredibly cold, sending shivers down my
spine. This cold feeling seemed familiar; it was the same chilling sensation that surrounded Ah Xue whenever she summoned spirits.
(A powerful dark mage has arrived?)
The lewd worms I flicked onto the three mages instantly turned into wisps of black smoke and vanished without a trace. I'd seen this technique in the Bloodstained Chronicles—manipulating spirits to corrode objects. To be able to land such precise shots and wield it with such ease must be the work of a very high-ranking necromancer.
My surprise ended there, because suddenly everything went dark, and I couldn't move my limbs. I almost lost consciousness on the spot. The Bloodstained Chronicles mentioned that Ishtar possessed a secret technique that mimicked the Shadow Fixation Technique from water-based ninjutsu, binding the target's soul and thus affecting the body, sealing its movements.
Fortunately, the records in the Bloodstained Chronicles allowed me to remain conscious, though I deliberately feigned unconsciousness to try and deceive the enemy, hoping to regain my mobility as much as possible.
At this point, it was obvious to anyone that these guys were definitely Ishtar's bastards, and the one who intervened to save me and subdue me was most likely Narcissa. They seemed afraid of being recognized, deliberately changing their language. They
weren't using Ishtar, but after using black magic, changing languages was just a cover-up and meaningless.
These guys were spouting nonsense, saying they could tell I was weak but cunning and treacherous, and that I almost fell for their trick; another said that if it weren't for that, even the brilliant Bloodlust Great Spirit Witch wouldn't have fallen for me; and yet another sycophant said I was shameless and lewd, that even though I was immobilized and unconscious, my erection was still bulging high.
Damn it, is male erection a hindrance to you guys? If it were you, after being given twelve cans of aphrodisiacs and then immobilized in this kind of half-squatting position, you would have already ejaculated in your pants and become impotent, how could you still be standing like this?
Then, they started talking about what would happen to me. These Ishtar people seemed to be in a difficult position. After all, this was Alibuda, and if they really killed me during the peace conference, things would definitely not end well. But they were also very unwilling to let me go. There was a
deep-rooted hatred between me and the Ishtar people, partly due to my own actions, partly due to inheriting my freakish father, and possibly even partly due to my future. Given the chance, which Ishtar person wouldn't want to tear me apart?
Narcissa remained silent, and I wasn't sure if she was still nearby. Suddenly, a deep female voice instructed these men to give me some aphrodisiac, the stronger the better, ideally something that would cause me to die of impotence immediately if I didn't ejaculate quickly. "A dignified commander of ten thousand cavalry, dying of impotence in a small alley—such a shameful scandal, I doubt Alibuda would want to publicize it. He'll just have to settle
it quickly, which will make things much easier." Easy my foot! A respectable woman, yet she had such filthy and vicious thoughts. She was utterly depraved. I was helpless. My strength hadn't returned, and I couldn't move a finger to struggle. I could only pretend to be unconscious and let them pour some strange potion down my throat.
What karma! I've been drugging women too much lately, and today I actually drugged someone! Luckily it wasn't Ah Xue who drugged him, otherwise I could have drugged him seventeen or eighteen more times to make up for it. But why would a dark wizard carry aphrodisiacs? This alone proves that last night's series of cases must be related to them. While wizards skilled in dark magic can absorb people's essence and souls, if they set conditions—like taking a woman's soul out of her body during intercourse and orgasm—they must use drugs.
After I gave him the drug, these people quickly left, obviously not interested in seeing Alibdavan die from impotence.
After they left, I quickly felt hot all over, my mind was in chaos, and I was extremely anxious. I still couldn't move; what should I do? Not only am I unable to move, but my eyelids are as hard as rocks, I can't open them. I can't possibly wait until the poison takes effect, and then half-squat here, ejaculating and dying from exhaustion,
can I? Even if I regain my mobility and run outside, what can I do? This place is too far from brothels or the Marquis's mansion. Am I supposed to rush to the tavern right now, grab Sister Yueying, and, blushing, beg her to help me detoxify? Uh, this idea is terrible, but it might actually be feasible. If I can succeed in one go, the effect will definitely be better than drugging and raping me.
(Damn it, I shouldn't have run out and gotten myself ambushed by the Ishtar people. If I had stayed in the tavern, I would be having a good time with Sister Yueying by now.)
My anger couldn't change reality. Just as I was racking my brains for a solution, I suddenly felt a little dizzy, and then I heard a soft sigh. It was a woman, but I didn't realize when she appeared. She appeared nearby without warning, like a ghost.
"Sigh, brother, why is it always like this when I see you? If every client is as troublesome as you, I really don't know what we sales people are going to do."
The sweet and gentle voice, unlike Narcissus's deep voice, belonged to another woman. The voice seemed to possess some kind of magic; as soon as it finished speaking, the dark magic that had been obscuring my vision vanished, allowing me to open my eyes and regain my sight.
◆ Chapter Seven: Human Torture
Actually, even without opening my eyes, I knew who it was. Speaking in that tone, and always appearing at times like these, who else could it be but Phoenix, the female demon who signed a soul-selling contract with me and constantly tries to get me to make a wish to pay the bill?
Opening my eyes, what I saw was not too bad. Phoenix was wearing a gray priestess's robe, smiling at me. However, there are probably no female clergymen in the world with such heavy makeup, nor is there any woman who would wear such a flamboyant robe.
A U-shaped neckline opened at her chest, revealing her snow-white cleavage and a pair of high, full breasts that drew my gaze at close range. A long slit was torn in the side of her robe, exposing her long, smooth thighs. As she deliberately swayed her hips and slowly extended her right leg, the hem of her robe parted, revealing the rounded curve of her buttocks.
I strained my eyes to see, but all I could see was smooth, white skin. I couldn't be sure if she was wearing underwear under her robe. For any other woman, this would be a very alluring temptation, but this she-devil was so lewd that she often relied on sex to attract clients. It would be too much trouble for her to keep taking her clothes on and off. I figured she probably wasn't, saving me the trouble of guessing.
Although I felt disdain for this lewd and depraved body, as a male animal, it would be foolish not to look at such a beautiful sight. However, her teasing only made my already painfully hard crotch swell up even more, as if it were about to explode.
"Hey, just say you're upset. We're all so close, do you think I wouldn't help you?"
Phoenix seemed intent on kicking me while I was down. Knowing I couldn't hold back, she deliberately leaned against my shoulder, her soft body pressed against mine, and said, "But, like fish helping water, water helping fish, help me this once too. Just make a wish, just one."
What followed was a long tug-of-war. Although I couldn't speak, I refused to agree no matter what. The two sides were deadlocked. In the end, although I was so angry that my face turned red and my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, I still didn't give in.
Finally, in the end, Phoenix seemed to have given in too, and punched me hard in the chest.
"You're being too picky! You're burning with desire, what are you still insisting on? Let me tell you, there's no such thing as a perfect woman. If you don't want my help, do you expect that social butterfly, Leng Yueying, who throws orgys every month in the Golden Flower Federation, to help you?" Because her voice was soft and fast, and I was in a daze, I didn't hear clearly. I only heard Phoenix say something that seemed to be about Sister Yueying, and it was definitely not something nice. But with my burning desire having nowhere to go, my mind was hazy, and I didn't pay attention to this. And no matter how unhappy I was, in the end, thanks to Phoenix's help, the crisis was averted. This female demon, though cunning and ruthless, still possessed a modicum of humanity when serving her customers.
Even until the very end, when I hadn't made a wish, Phoenix didn't abandon me. I didn't fully understand, but if I had died like that, before I could finish making my five wishes, the signed soul contract might have been broken, and we'd all be at odds. My death would be gruesome, and Phoenix wouldn't have gotten my soul.
Purely in terms of appearance and figure, Phoenix was a stunning beauty, enough to ignite the lust of any male. My aversion to her stemmed not only from the accumulated effects of several incidents but also from an instinctive repulsion.
"Seductive" is not the same as "delicate" or "radiant"; the more intense the allure, the less lasting it is. Phoenix, heavily made up, was the embodiment of alluring sexiness, but after a while, it got a bit tiresome. While the life in bars was undeniably sensual and intoxicating, one couldn't spend their entire life there. When a woman in front of me had nothing but sex appeal, I naturally wouldn't feel any attraction to her.
However, in this crucial moment, nothing was more stimulating than "alluring." But it was also hard to say; if I were left here a little longer, I might become so dizzy I'd even sleep with a sow.
Ignoring my still unpleasant expression despite being immobilized, Phoenix chuckled, unbuckled my belt, pulled my pants down to my knees, and my penis immediately sprang out, erect and swaying with each pulse. Phoenix followed suit, pulling her robe off her shoulders, revealing her bare upper body and the white, tender breasts that had been hidden beneath the rough cloth robe. She smiled at me and used her soft, snowy breasts to massage my penis in the narrow, dark alley.
When I finally ejaculated, I felt a little grateful to Phoenix. She could have used some underhanded techniques to directly stimulate my acupoints and blood circulation, causing my semen to gush out and finish quickly, or simply reached out and quickly masturbated me. But she used such a delicate… even gentle, method, allowing me to release my desire twice in succession.
Although the ejaculation was a bit painful, at least I didn't have to lie in bed for days. And that was because the aphrodisiac was too strong, not because of Phoenix. Watching her wipe my penis with her robe, clean it, and put it back in my pants, her meticulous care made me forget my wariness of her for a moment.
I had clearly heard what Phoenix had just said, but I still found it somewhat hard to believe. I wanted to ask, but firstly, I couldn't bring myself to speak, and secondly… how credible could a statement from a demon be? If I couldn't resist my curiosity and asked, I would only fall deeper into the demon's trap.
The aphrodisiac's deadly effects wore off, and Phoenix said that the black magic binding me would also disappear after she left. However, she urged me to rush back to the tavern immediately because Leng Linglan had received information that the perpetrators of the series of crimes last night were in this area and were leading a large group of people to surround and search the area.
"You'd be really worried if you got caught red-handed, right? Hehe, take care, handsome brother. Call me next time you need business."
It's easier said than done. She's always the one who comes to me; I never get a chance to go to her. At least this female devil has some business ethics and didn't leave me to die in this critical moment. But it's just a simple contractual relationship. If I die, she won't benefit either. Besides, every time she saves me, I have to pay a hefty price, so I don't necessarily gain anything.
"Wake up, demons don't spread rumors. The moon has a bright, shining side, and a dark, deep side. If you really want to know, just look at a few tabloids from the Plantagenet Federation."
Although I didn't believe she heard anything, Phoenix kissed my ear and whispered a few words before disappearing—truly demonic whispers.
Demons really do know how to dispel black magic; my limbs returned to normal. As for Phoenix, she had long since vanished, and I didn't have time to think about it anymore; I had to act immediately. If Phoenix was right, Leng Linglan had already led her team to search for the suspects in last night's series of murders. Judging by the time, those Ishtar people should have already run away. It would be a miracle if Leng Linglan caught them. I wasn't afraid of running into her. We were all in charge of security for this conference, and I could say I was there to investigate clues.
But it would be inconvenient if she saw me with Sister Yueying. That woman who always wanted to ride on men's heads was a psychopath. If she sensed anything unusual, my grand plan for today would be ruined. Thinking of this, I immediately ran towards the tavern.
"Ah—ouch—" Taking a step, I almost stumbled and fell to the ground. A numb feeling spread from the soles of my feet. This wasn't due to the influence of the dark magic just now, but because... ejaculating six times in a row within a few hours would make any normal man weak in the knees.
The two shots I fired at Phoenix's chest weren't particularly intense, but after downing twelve bottles of aphrodisiacs and swallowing Ishtar's powerful aphrodisiac beforehand, the result was still quite exaggerated. I hadn't felt it while under the black magic's spell, but now that I've regained my mobility, I feel completely drained; even moving a finger is difficult.
(Just kidding, I won't be defeated like this. I'm immortal until I drink the soup!)
Encouraging myself with this belief, I struggled to my feet and ran desperately out of the alley.
(But, I'm already this exhausted, can I still manage? No, even if I have to take another aphrodisiac, I must drink the soup today.)
The sudden thought almost made me weak in the knees. I rallied my spirits, ran out of the alley, and rushed towards the hotel. When I got there and saw the scene inside, I couldn't help but curse inwardly. Sister Yueying was still in her seat, which was certainly a relief, but she was slumped over the table, the wine glass was empty, and she clearly looked like she had been drugged and passed out.
"Sister, sister, wake up! Don't sleep! I told you not to drink it! You drank it before I got back, what are we going to do now?" I called out anxiously, but the sleeping Yueying didn't respond at all. The dose of the drug I had given her was indeed very strong. Luckily, it wasn't an aphrodisiac, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do now.
A bunch of troublemakers are coming from outside. How am I supposed to escape with an unconscious person on my back?
Worse still, what if Leng Linglan sees me? How am I supposed to explain my actions and tell her why I'm with the unconscious First Lady of Yueying?
"Shopkeeper, over here..."
I originally wanted to ask the shopkeeper for the back door, but the counter was empty. The shopkeeper, with a guilty conscience, was like a frightened bird. As soon as he saw a large group of Imperial Guards coming this way, he thought he had been exposed and had already run away.
"Damn it, he ran away so fast. Luckily, I already knew this place well." Having been chased and attacked so often when I went out, I always made sure to find the back door and escape routes first when I arrived at a new place. I've been to this shop over a hundred times. The escape route is behind the door on the left, under the iron lids of the three sake jars. I didn't need to ask the owner; I knew exactly where it was. I immediately picked up Tsukishiro and ran to the back.
The couple who had been drugged earlier were still asleep on the table. When I passed by, I saw the slick-haired guy, lewdly grinning even in his sleep, and I felt disgusted.
"All you think about is drugging and raping women, you uncultured, shameless slut, die!"
As a civilized person with good manners, I always need to find some false reason to kill. Hyakkimaru raised his sword and pierced the chest. The slick-haired guy was done without a sound. The woman he brought was quite attractive, and normally he wouldn't have been so polite, but now he had to give up on her. He carried the unconscious Yueying and ran towards the back door. The underground passage was naturally the safest route, but sometimes that wasn't the case. After struggling to carry her down the long, dark tunnel, panting like a lame dog, his mouth dry, he finally reached the end and was about to climb the stairs when something suddenly fell down in front of him.
"This is... a head?" To make matters worse, the supposedly well-hidden exit of the secret passage had somehow been discovered. The bartender who had run out before him had been beheaded. There was a lot of noise up there; judging from the sound, it seemed like a large contingent of the Imperial Guard had arrived.
"Ugh, you damn bartender! I told you not to run a shady business! At your age, you're still not learning anything good. Not only did you lose your head, but you also made me turn around and run away. Isn't this just blatantly ripping me off?" Complaining was useless, but running away was possible. I hurriedly picked up Yueying and ran back through the narrow secret passage, traversing the long, dark tunnel. I ejaculated six times in a short period of time, carrying her as I ran wildly through the tunnel. When I finally opened the metal lid and ran out, I was seeing stars. I tripped and fell to the ground, only remembering to hold Yueying tightly while I was so exhausted that I almost passed out.
(No time left, get out of here...)
It was only through sheer willpower that I managed to get up and run again, but passing by that greasy-haired, lecherous thief, I still felt furious. I kicked him and the table, knocking him down.
"Hmm, at least I have someone to provoke me. That makes me feel a little better." Feeling a bit better, I quickly led my people out the door. My escape speed was less than satisfactory. I'm not a long-distance runner to begin with, and carrying someone made me even slower. Fortunately, no one had found this place yet. I hurriedly led Yueying out of the alley and onto Xueyang Street outside. We then slipped into the crowd of pedestrians, hoping to hide among the trees in the forest.
"Ah—! Oh no." The situation was truly critical. I had just slipped into the crowd when a commotion erupted from the streets and alleys. A large contingent of Imperial Guards had arrived, blocking both street entrances and surrounding the area, claiming they were there to apprehend the most serious criminal from last night's murder. To this day, I still don't understand how Leng Linglan received the message. However, although the situation was dire, it wasn't too difficult for me. After all, I was a commander of ten thousand cavalry, and these Imperial Guards had to obey me. A few words with them would be enough to get me out of this predicament.
"Slow down.
Is the encirclement complete?" A sudden voice made me immediately pull back from my step. That bitch Leng Linglan, of all times, had to arrive now. Wasn't she just trying to make me look bad?
(Damn it, what's the best way to make this up? What lie can I tell to fool her? Sister Yueying was drugged by thugs, and I saved her… No, that's such a lame lie; it'll only fool Xue. Nobody would believe it.) My heart was pounding. Looking at Sister Yueying's sweet sleeping face in my arms, I was so distressed I almost wanted to scream and cry out against the unfairness of fate. After finally calming down and thinking for a while, I came up with a more feasible plan. Just as I was about to step out and tell Leng Linglan my nonsense, a delicate and clear female voice forced me to stop again.
"Princess, the surrounding streets are under close surveillance. Not even a fly can escape, let alone the Ishtar people. We can begin our house-to-house search." A beautiful young woman in a blue military uniform stepped forward, giving Leng Linglan a crisp salute and reporting clearly. Leng Linglan's return salute and the respect shown to her by the surrounding generals demonstrated her undeniable status. Her petite figure, encased in the crisp blue uniform, appeared even more slender; delicate elven ears and bright orange hair swaying behind her—who else could it be but Zhi Zhi?
Why was she here? Wasn't she supposed to be in seclusion, diligently sewing a magic robe?
My mind was full of questions, completely confused, but I soon understood the reason. In the past year, Zhizhi had become a renowned foundry in Sala, and merchants on Yunyang Street vied to curry favor with her, hoping she would become their exclusive craftswoman or occasionally come to guide their artisans. Now that Leng Linglan was searching the area around Yunyang Street, having Zhizhi lead the search would reduce unnecessary conflicts and discontent. Moreover, the Ishtar people were treacherous; it was safer to keep such an important confidante by one's side. Even if she were in seclusion, she would have to be brought out.
Understanding this didn't help much in reality. Leng Linglan and Zhizhi stood like two guardian deities at the street entrance, leading a large force; not even a fly could escape, let alone a person.
Even if I manage to persuade Leng Linglan with all my might, I can't even imagine the chaos that would ensue if I encountered Zhizhi and she recognized me.
Oh no! It's too late to explain now. Zhizhi doesn't know who I am, and that bitch Leng Linglan only has a terrible impression of me. Oh dear, my sister is still asleep, and the Imperial Guards have already started searching. I...I...)
I finally understand how heartbreaking it was for the prince who protected Sleeping Beauty in the legend. Looking at Yueying's sweet sleeping face, I felt like crying. If the wine that knocked her out is still there, let me have a sip too. If we both pass out, at least we won't have to worry about explaining ourselves.
"Pass down the order, search! If you see anything suspicious... don't hesitate."
"Yes!"
Seeing Zhizhi nod without hesitation, I cursed inwardly. Why is this stupid girl so obedient? Who exactly did she swear allegiance to?
Two dangerous women were heading this way, and I was carrying another one on my shoulder. In a moment of desperation, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind. Taking advantage of the still noisy and chaotic crowd, I grabbed Yueying and rushed into the jewelry shop next door.
The shop was full of customers, and naturally, some of the staff came over to question me as I rushed in with Yueying. But before they could speak, I threw two gold coins at them, saying I needed to use the restroom.
They looked at me, then at the unconscious woman holding the chopsticks in my arms, smiled ambiguously, asked me for two more gold coins, and then offered to lead the way for me. They even chased away the servants who had just finished cleaning, and just like that, they hid in the toilet without any trouble.
Hiding here provides temporary safety. If the Imperial Guards come to search, I can use my official position to suppress them and then pretend nothing happened. If I can't suppress them, then I'll have to kill them to cover it up. I have room to maneuver.
"Phew! Thank goodness the toilet doesn't smell bad, so hiding here isn't a hassle. Otherwise, I would have set this shop on fire as soon as I escaped, so I wouldn't feel disgusted when I think about it later."
As expected of a wealthy shop, the toilet is not as dirty and filthy as an ordinary household. It is not only covered with snow-white tiles and cleaned spotlessly, but also has a fragrance from fresh flower petals. I settled Yueying down, lifted her veil, and her sleeping face looked so peaceful and happy. Everything that had just happened seemed to have nothing to do with her.
(Damn it, I'm exhausted from running around, and I haven't gotten anything out of it. No way, I have to get something out of it at least first.) Yueying's fragrance was delicate and sweet, even more intoxicating than a room full of flowers. Looking at her bright red lips, they seemed like ripe, juicy fruit, tempting and alluring. My heart pounded, and I gently leaned closer, about to kiss her… when suddenly a noisy voice came from outside.
Judging from the sound, it seemed someone had accidentally gotten splashed with water on the street and wanted to come in to dry off and change. The guys outside tried to stop them, but quickly gave up, letting the person walk right in. (Damn it, which guy is so ungrateful? I should hide and assess the situation first; if things get really bad, I'll just have to settle things with bloodshed.)
The door opened with a creak, and someone walked in. Suppressing my anger and resentment, I placed the cherry blossoms in a nearby cubicle and hid inside myself, listening to the door creak open as someone entered.
"...How rude of you to splash water at a time like this...your clothes are completely soaked..."
A familiar voice! I was so shocked my eyes almost popped out. When the person gently undressed, revealing her slender, fair body like Shao Chuxue, I was just bewildered. What kind of day was this? Why couldn't I escape her no matter how hard I tried? I had come all the way here, and yet I still bumped into Zhizhi.
(This is bad. Zhizhi's martial arts are not weak. I'm hiding here; even my breathing can't fool her.)
Just as this thought crossed my mind, Zhizhi's snow-white shoulders twitched slightly, already sensing someone else was there. She covered her half-naked body with her wet clothes and demanded, "Who goes there?"
That single action confirmed that Zhizhi's martial arts had improved considerably. She was no longer the delicate girl Nalivia had once been. Although she wasn't carrying a weapon, the chilling aura emanating from Zhizhi was strikingly similar to that of Leng Linglan. Zhizhi's appearance here—this coincidence, which could be described as disastrous, was, from another perspective, also a golden opportunity to deal with the crisis?
At that moment, I made a painful decision, a decision that was absurd, irrational, and would greatly harm me, but it was the best way to resolve the situation. When Zhizhi called out "Come out" again, I suddenly pushed open the door and quickly closed it. I was so fast that Zhizhi didn't have time to see what was inside; her eyes were fixed on the man who suddenly ran out, his upper body fully clothed, but his lower body completely naked.
"Pervert... Husband?"
"Wrong, husband is not perverted. Don't use the two words together."
Suddenly seeing me appear out of nowhere, Zhizhi seemed to be greatly frightened. Although she relaxed her guard, she stood there like a wooden figure. She finally tried to speak, but I stepped forward and kissed her soft red lips. It was only after a while that I gave her a chance to breathe.
"Husband, why!"
"Don't ask anything, Zhizhi. I miss you, I miss you so much, I miss you so much. After being apart for a few days, I realized I can't live without you. You are the most..." Every few words, I would hug Zhizhi and kiss her, taking the opportunity to grope her. After a long and cheesy string of sweet talk, Zhizhi, though still confused about how things had turned out this way, already had flushed cheeks and her eyes shining with joy. "Husband, thank you, I..."
"We've already wasted too many years, so let's not waste any more time asking questions, Zhizhi... let's do it!"
"Huh?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so direct. What I meant was, let's make love."
Zhizhi paused, a bewildered expression appearing on her pretty face. She glanced at the door and hesitated, "But, Her Highness the Second Princess is still outside, and I have a mission. Now... here..."
"Who cares about the Second Princess? I want to make love with you, not with some Second Princess. Let that bitch eat shit! Look, I'm already so excited because I miss you!" Their bodies pressed close together. Zhizhi could feel how hard and hot my penis was against her thigh. After a moment's hesitation, she leaned in and gave me a kiss, nodding gently.
The gentle and obedient elf girl accepted my unreasonable request. After all, she was different from Ah Xue. Zhi Zhi, who had made a soul contract with me, had a clear master-slave relationship with me. Even if she was unwilling, she would not resist. However, she still made a request.
"...Husband, I am still in my fasting period, so could you please bear with me and let me help you with my hand until the fasting period is over, then I can truly serve you, okay?" How could I say no? Heaven knows how hard I worked. My penis, which had ejaculated six times in one day, was now vigorous again. I swallowed both of the potent aphrodisiac pills that I had hidden in my pocket. I don't know what got into me today. I was like a test subject for aphrodisiacs, constantly swallowing various aphrodisiacs from morning till now.
Zhizhi's "divine hands" were the greatest gift bestowed upon her by heaven. Besides forging objects, they also allowed me to experience unparalleled pleasure in the joys of lovemaking. This time was no exception. When her soft palms cupped my penis, a strange pleasure surged through my skin like an electric current. The joy was no less than that of true ecstasy.
"Husband, is this comfortable?" While her hands were cupping and kneading, Zhizhi loosened her hairband, swaying her long orange hair, and took my penis into her mouth. Her hot and slippery little tongue circled the tip of my swollen penis, sucking on it relentlessly.
From the sensitive tip to the wrinkled scrotum, the erect male symbol was licked by Zhizhi's delicate tongue, leaving behind a sweet, fragrant taste.
The meticulous movements quickly yielded results. After half an hour of caressing and stimulation, the pleasure reached its peak, and my penis beat with pleasurable rhythm in Zhizhi's mouth. Having had many experiences in the past, Zhizhi, sensing that I was about to ejaculate, was ready to swallow, but I had other ideas.
In an instant, I pulled my penis out of Zhizhi's mouth, feeling waves of contraction surging up from the base, combined with my excited emotions, as I concentrated all my strength in my lower abdomen.
Zhizhi, startled by my actions, seemed to try to turn her head away, but it was too late. The semen gushing from my climax shot out in a white, parabolic arc, splashing onto her flower-like face.
"Mmm—" I was completely immersed in the pleasure of defiling the girl's pure face, continuing several times until the last drop was squeezed out, covering Zhizhi's snow-white, delicate skin with the thick, white semen.
Directly ejaculated on her face, Zhizhi froze, as stiff as a statue. Although we'd been intimate many times in the past, it was mostly oral or internal ejaculation. Knowing her deeply, I discovered that Zhizhi felt intense humiliation at being ejaculated on in the face. To avoid upsetting her, I rarely used this method. But today was different.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Zhizhi, why don't you go in and wipe yourself?" I opened another stall, letting Zhizhi go in to clean the stains on her face. This toilet had just been cleaned, and the cleaning staff hadn't had time to change the toilet paper, so the only thing Zhizhi could use to wipe herself was her shirt, which she had just taken off. But how could Zhizhi go out and face Leng Linglan wearing a military uniform shirt stained with semen? She'll definitely need to wash her shirt first before she can go out. With a few things delayed, I'll have a precious chance to slip away.
"Zhizhi, I'm leaving. Hurry up and finish that dress, I'll come see you." I hurriedly picked up the sleeping Yueying and ran. A bunch of guys outside stared at me dumbfounded, completely bewildered by how I'd managed to resolve this predicament. They just applauded my running figure.
◆ Chapter Eight: Ni Chang Bulian
rushed to the shop's entrance, only to bump into Leng Linglan. Luckily, I was at one end of the street, and she was at the other. The scene was chaotic, and if she hadn't had excellent eyesight, she wouldn't have seen me at all. Even so, with at least several hundred people between us, even if she saw my back, she wouldn't have been able to catch up.
"John Farrell? What are you doing here?"
"I'm soliciting a prostitute. It's normal physical contact. Is it bothering you?"
The two shouted at each other from a distance. I didn't turn around. Leng Linglan recognizing me actually had an advantage. Since she didn't actively order an interception, how could the Imperial Guard officers who recognized me dare to block my way? They let me carry her and break through the encirclement in such a suspicious manner.
When I finally managed to run out with Yueying in my arms, far away from the crowd and the guys who were in the way, I rushed into the nearby hotel street, found a trustworthy small hotel, hid in a room, and after confirming that I was completely safe, the first thing I did was not to catch my breath, but to kneel down and pray.
"God! Please tell me, what did I do wrong?" Until last night, I thought today would be an incredibly fulfilling day. Although I had some inner conflict beforehand, the ecstasy of receiving the moon cherry blossoms made me forget all other hesitations. But I never imagined that this would become the most outrageous decision I've ever made.
If every time I did something bad I would encounter these kinds of troubles, then not only me, but there wouldn't be a single lecher in the world anymore. Every thug intending to rape a woman must ask himself if he can still get an erection after seven consecutive ejaculations; otherwise, he'll only be able to stare at his prey with a sigh. But now, it's finally over. No one will bother me. Every woman who might get in the way, including Yueying herself, has been dealt with.
"Ants work hard in the summer so they can reap the rewards in the winter. That's a story you told me before, sister... Hehe, I've worked so hard for so long, now it's finally time for the ant to shine, isn't it?" I've used up all the aphrodisiacs I could use, and given my current weakness, ordinary mortar and pestle would probably be ineffective. To achieve my goal, I have to use a direct but disgusting method.
With a slight hesitation, I used erotic magic to summon two aphrodisiac worms, which I swallowed whole. The worms dissolved instantly in my stomach acid, but the effect was swift; I immediately felt a surge of energy returning to my body. Once I was fully recovered, I slowly walked to the bedside and gazed at the beautiful woman lying on it…
curled up on the bed, Yueying's face was as white as her dress. The thin silk fabric, as if alive, gently clung to her slender body, tightly accentuating her full, firm breasts, slender waist, and firm buttocks; her lustrous golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, exuding an alluring fragrance.
Finally, we'd reached this point. With no obstacles around, everything felt so real, and I suddenly felt a surge of nervousness. This kind of nervousness was something I hadn't felt in almost ten years. Since becoming numb to this kind of crime through practice, that stimulating tension had disappeared, so I didn't dislike it; on the contrary, I enjoyed it. Under the influence of the drug, Yueying was still fast asleep, completely unaware that as she turned over, her skirt was pushed up, gradually revealing her snow-white thighs, creating a fiery temptation for the man before her.
"Huff...huff..." I breathed softly for a few moments, then walked to the bedside, touched Yueying's face, and stroked her delicate, smooth skin. Her serene and beautiful face exuded a goddess-like nobility and elegance. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she sensed the impending crisis.
A seductive fragrance emanated from Yueying, refined and not vulgar, yet upon closer inspection, it was unmistakably the scent of a mature woman.
From this angle, a glimpse of snow-white skin peeking through the hem of her silk skirt revealed the color of her underpants. Before I could even guess the pattern or style of the underpants, my gaze was drawn to her rounded, fragrant buttocks. The skirt's tight fit accentuated their roundness, creating two mounds of flesh bulging at the back.
As if sensing my gaze, Yueying murmured something, but I didn't pay attention. However, when I touched the smooth, snow-white skin of her thigh, a slight hesitation arose in my heart. A faint whisper came from somewhere in my memory. Have I... forgotten something?
Do I really have to do this?
Once it's done, there's no going back; we can never go back to our innocent relationship. My sister is one of the few people in this world who absolutely trusts me. Do I really want to betray her trust and do something irreversible?
Scenes of our past interactions flashed through my mind like a slideshow. For a moment, I swallowed countless times. Even though I had already made up my mind, even swallowing the potent aphrodisiac, now my hands trembled, unable to take that final step.
Suddenly, Yueying rolled over again, and the thin straps of her tank top slipped down, revealing a glimpse of her breasts. Although I couldn't see her entire chest yet, most of her snow-white, soft breasts were already exposed. The fiery and sexy sight instantly excited me beyond control. A surge of heat rushed from my groin to my brain, completely destroying any reservations or reluctance.
Perhaps, I had rediscovered that Sister Yueying was a beautiful woman, and that I was a man who could possess her.
Or perhaps… I was just a lewd and wicked thing, because the excitement in my heart, besides the impending pluck of this most beautiful of the Four Heavenly Maidens, was primarily about the opportunity to defile this sister who had cared for me so deeply since childhood.
Without further hesitation, I placed my hand on Yueying's smooth, beautiful shoulders, carefully feeling the baby-soft skin, letting that delicate sensation travel through my palms to my brain.
I pulled the two thin straps down her arms from her shoulders, slipped them out of my hands, and then tugged them to the sides, causing the vest to slide down to her waist. In this way, Yueying's upper body was left with only a strapless white lace bra. Unlike the bras that Chinese women usually wear, this kind of delicately made, form-fitting undergarment, popular in the Golden Flower Federation, seemed to better accentuate the beautiful curves of the female body.
I had no time to admire Yueying's beautiful breasts; I was too busy reaching down to her slender lower back to unbutton her clothes, lift her body, and easily pull her skirt down from her waist to her ankles.
With nothing to cover her, now was my time to revel. However, just as I was filled with eagerness and my legs were swollen and aching, the soft, snow-white skin I touched suddenly trembled slightly.
Already used to Yueying's tendency to roll over, I didn't think much of it and was about to take my next step when the tremor I felt intensified. Her jade-like legs, which had been under my palm, twitched and retracted completely, faster than anything I could imagine in a dream. I was terrified, my body stiff as a rock. It took me a long time before I finally managed to turn my head and face the reality I least wanted to see.
Perhaps the drug hadn't worked, or perhaps I'd delayed too long; Yueying had regained consciousness and was looking at me with wide eyes.
Her eyes were still as beautiful as ever, but they held a depth of emotion I couldn't decipher. The only thing I was certain of was that the forgiveness and smile from when we met again and she'd accidentally kissed me were gone.
"Why...do this?"
"...Well, it's because I really want to."
Although I really want to kill all the scumbags selling sleeping pills in Sara City right now, it won't change anything. Yueying woke up in the most inappropriate situation. Even if she were an idiot, seeing the chaotic scene at that time, she would know what happened. Moreover, I never dared to underestimate Yueying's intelligence.
When Yueying put her clothes back on, her attitude of refusing to let me touch her again made me realize that from now on, let alone inviting her out, she would be wary even of taking a glass of water from my hand. There are many examples in the world of thieves turning into robbers. If drugging fails, they might as well resort to outright force, which seems like a good idea, but it seems impractical in this situation.
In terms of pure strength, I am absolutely confident that I can subdue Yueying, but as the First Lady of the Golden Flower Federation, she carries a special magical amulet. If it breaks, someone will sense it. So, unless I am strong enough to knock her unconscious before she can act, judging by the speed, within a few breaths after she falls unconscious, the roaring Hundred-Mile Lion will take my head.
Moreover, even if I had the ability to force myself on her, I doubted I could actually do it…
After Yueying woke up, her expression was somber. She didn't say anything, just put her clothes back on, then sat on the bed, quietly watching me. After a long while, she opened the door and left first.
Throughout the whole process, I silently followed beside her. Despite the effects of the aphrodisiac's bodily fluids, my lower body was swollen like a piece of steel, and I could only grit my teeth and suppress it until she walked out the door. Following her out, I felt like a naughty child caught doing something wrong by my older sister, as if everything had flowed back twelve years, and I was being dragged home by the ear. I hated this behavior and felt ashamed, but I was involuntarily intimidated by her aura and couldn't find the words to say.
Yueying's emotions were always calm and collected, without any intense displays. Even now, I couldn't glean her true feelings from her face, making the atmosphere between us even more awkward.
At this time, the streets outside were noticeably more crowded. Although Yueying was using a scarf to conceal her identity, she seemed unwilling to take the risk of being recognized. After all, this was different from Yunyang Street. Being recognized here would simply mean she was traveling incognito, but this was the red-light district of Salar City. Yueying knew the consequences of being recognized here just by looking at the street signs.
After hesitating for a moment, Yueying walked around the stairs towards the bar located in the basement. The room was dimly lit, and only half of the thirty-odd tables were occupied by couples flirting and cuddling, oblivious to their surroundings.
Each table was lit by a small oil lamp, its light illuminating only a small area, leaving most of the table shrouded in darkness.
Fast-paced music flowed softly through the basement. The turns in the music revealed the musician's skillful technique, but the musician was nowhere to be seen—he was blind. Who else but a blind person could play music in such complete darkness?
At the far end of the basement was a circular dance floor with three steel pipes in the center. Several scantily clad young women, moving nimbly to suggestive piano music, clung to the pipes, their half-naked bodies swaying passionately as their thin clothing billowed. Some spectators cheered, while others impatiently tossed silver coins as a reward.
The rule of the dance floor was that any female customer who was interested could join in. Many wealthy and powerful men, accompanied by their concubines and servants, would often have their mistresses perform for their amusement. To attract customers, the establishments would sometimes hire several professional dancers to take turns on the dance floor, ensuring the place wasn't deserted.
However, the shop we were in was quite large, with a powerful back office. It seemed to employ female slaves who took turns serving customers and performing dances on stage. This was evident from the smells we kept catching. Sesame oil lamps were burning somewhere in the basement, and the spice used, "Shanlabado," was extracted from the body fluids of an insect native to northern Solancia. It was extremely expensive and, when inhaled, could uplift the spirit and had a mild stimulating effect.
This was certainly not a place for respectable women, but if one needed a place to hide for a while, this basement, with its dark ambiance, was a good spot. Yueying sat down quietly and ordered tea-based drinks, with me silently following her throughout.
I had no intention of repenting; I was simply overwhelmed by the feeling of being called "sister" and couldn't find the right way to react. To vent my frustration and to calm my burning desire with an ice-cold drink, I ordered a chilled grape spirit. But even though I held the glass in my hand, my unease prevented me from actually drinking it.
Without a word, Yueying seemed genuinely thirsty. After downing most of her tea in one gulp, she suddenly looked up and asked why I had done that. My answer clearly surprised her; her beautiful face lost its usual elegance, revealing a look of astonishment.
"Just because of that? You're so old, I thought you should understand that some things can't be done just because you want to."
"You're the one with the problem. What man doesn't do things because he wants to? If he doesn't want to, he won't. What does that have to do with age?"
I didn't want to confront Yueying like this. After all, if I angered her, I'd be in deep trouble once things got serious. And considering the number of people who would want to silence me to prevent scandal or leaks, I'd be dead faster than ever. However, if I didn't adopt this attitude, I felt I'd be constantly overwhelmed by Yueying's aura, losing my footing and performing even worse.
Since I'd already said the ugly truth, I didn't mind placing another bet, a high-stakes gamble where everyone loses.
"What's so special about that? I'm a normal man. I look at you all day, so of course I have normal desires. Do you think I'm Ryan, that gay plaything who's always messing around with women?" "Plaything," the uncle said, is a gay slang term. As the name suggests, what else could a man who loves to play with women all day be but gay?
Unexpectedly, my words exposed a secret of the Plantagenet Federation. Yueying's face changed drastically, her surprised expression almost uttering the clichéd question, "How did you know?" This finally confirmed my suspicions: His Majesty the King and the uncle were right. Ryan Buffett, the dignified President of the Plantagenet Federation, is indeed a powerful figure in the gay world who enjoys playing around with women.
"You...why would you..."
"Don't ask me how I know. There are no secrets that stay hidden forever. There are so many extraordinary people in the world; the Temple of Light can't possibly cover everything up." I said, "Don't talk about Ryan's scandals. Sister, don't you have secrets too?
What about those incest parties you hold every month?"
I originally intended to launch into a sharp attack, but I hadn't thought to say it this way. As soon as I said it, I regretted it deeply, because Yueying's pale face made me feel a sharp pain and unbearable pang in my chest. We fell into silence again, and after a long while, Yueying finally spoke in a weak voice.
"Where...where did you hear all this?" Of course, I couldn't answer this question honestly. What came out of my mouth was all nonsense. I either said it was a rumor I heard while traveling, or I attributed the source of the information to the old man. Anyway, now that he was a wandering swordsman, it was only natural that he would know more about the secrets and scandals of various countries. As I spoke, a layer of sorrow appeared on Yueying's expression, which made my heart sink straight down.
"...Rumors spread faster than arrows shot by elves. It seems the distance between the Golden Flower Federation and Alibuda isn't as far as I thought." Yueying's voice lowered, sounding both melancholic and wistful. Her fair fingers lightly brushed her forehead, a gesture meant to tidy her hair, which instead tousled her golden locks, letting the black strands cascade down, obscuring her beautiful face.
(It seems... Phoenix was right, my sister really is...!) My mood soured, I didn't hear what Yueying said next, and gulped down the wine in my hand like hot water.
"Ugh, ptooey! Ugh! What the hell is this stuff?" The taste was extremely bitter; even rotten wine shouldn't taste like this. It was more like some kind of bitter herbal tea. Realizing this, I was startled. It seemed like this was what Yueying had ordered earlier, but it was impossible to see anything in the dark. If I drank bitter tea, then what did Yueying drink…?
In an instant, the unsettling feeling I had when I tried to trick Yueying into drinking the wine resurfaced in my mind. It was a strange feeling, but I couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. However, when I unexpectedly thought of last night's bizarre dream, a question suddenly popped into my head.
Yes, I seemed to have forgotten something, something very important between Yueying and me... But because of my longing for her, these things were buried deep in my memory, selectively and completely forgotten after twelve years.
"Ah—! Oh no, I remember now, I can't let my sister drink. She's the worst woman I've ever seen when she's drunk. She completely changes when she's drunk, becoming violent and..." Fragments of images from the dream, combined with the sealed memories, released more forgotten events. As these images flashed through my mind, I inwardly cried out in alarm. The glass in front of Yueying was almost empty. This kind of wine is very strong; an ordinary person would get drunk after just a few sips. Yueying drank so much at once; could she be completely drunk now? If she is drunk, will those scenes from twelve years ago repeat themselves?
"Little brother..." The voice sounded completely wrong. It was indeed Yueying's soft voice, but it was drawn out lazily, sounding both delicate and cloying, like a teasing yet coquettish tone, making one's heart itch. And when she reached out to brush away the long hair that covered her face, her clear phoenix eyes were already veiled with a layer of water, exuding a captivating and alluring foxy charm.
"So... you did this because you found out about this? Because you think I'm a promiscuous socialite, so you wanted a piece of the pie, right?" I can't deny that the moment Phoenix's whispers were confirmed, besides feeling intense heartache and anger at the disillusionment with women, somewhere deep inside I kept trying to find reasons for her, trying to convince myself that any woman experiencing such a lonely and abnormal marriage as Tsukishiro's would have undergone such a change.
However, when Tsukishiro asked me this, I felt no anger at all. I was completely immersed in a kind of intoxicating feeling, like a bewildered little boy, staring blankly at the beauty before me, feeling blissfully intoxicated. (Sister, you...you're so beautiful.) The basement wasn't well-lit, but in the dim environment, Yueying's charm was completely different from usual. Unlike her usual noble and elegant demeanor under layers of restraint, under the influence of alcohol, she displayed a mysterious and bold beauty that was not only stunning and intoxicating, but also made hearts beat ten times faster uncontrollably.
In this day and age, women must possess both talent and beauty to have a place in society; lacking either one will only make them a laughingstock. Therefore, the Four Heavenly Maidens almost all possess astonishing skills, and the Seven Beauties are even more famous for their martial arts prowess. However, among the spring breeze, summer blossoms, autumn cherry blossoms, and winter snow, only Yueying made the list solely based on her stunning beauty. I finally understand the reason behind this.
Yueying's beauty is a bewitching beauty, an innate allure that captivates all men… even male creatures. Even a light touch on her fingertips or heels makes one yearn to be close, to touch her skin. Compared to my familiar impression of her, Yueying at this moment is like a completely different woman, unfamiliar yet natural. Her usual elegant smile, while reassuring, also seems like an invisible barrier, preventing me from crossing it, from reaching her heart.
But the Moon Sakura now was different. That cold distance had vanished. When she raised her hand to brush her hair aside, the movement obscuring her eyes and delicate face, a faint smile appeared on her lips, radiating a mysterious allure, like a dangerous flame that drew me in without thinking.
"It's not like that, sister. I did it because I wanted you to be happy. How could a woman as wonderful as you ruin her life because of this kind of marriage? You…" Driven by impulse and intuition, I confessed my most primal purpose. It seemed irrational, but I felt it would bring me closer to Moon Sakura.
"...I've tried so hard to end this marriage, but your return to China is getting closer and closer, and I'm afraid it will be too late if I delay any longer, so I wanted to use this method." The words were already out, but I couldn't judge how they would turn out. I could only trust my initial intuition and look at Yueying's expression, trying to find something that could put my mind at ease. However, things didn't seem to go as I had expected.
"Fool, I'm a slutty woman who throws orgys every month! You little brat, you don't know anything, how can you satisfy me? Answer me like a real man!"
"Sister, where is this…?"
"Heh, you can't even satisfy a woman's basic desires, what are you talking about giving me happiness?" Drunk, Yueying seemed to have completely broken free from her usual propriety and self-restraint. Not only was she more alluring, but her words became increasingly bold. I, who could still laugh and joke freely even with Narcissus, was so annoyed that I couldn't even speak. In that slight hesitation, Yueying had already shaken off my hand and disappeared before my eyes.
I was truly startled. When I realized what had happened, the feeling of unreality only intensified.
Sakura, shaking off my hand, revealed a carefree smile. Without warning, she spun around and stood on an empty table next to me.
This drunken madness was truly extraordinary, but before I could stop her, someone had already noticed the commotion and started making a fuss. A few people who seemed to be security guards came over to intervene, but most of them seemed to be watching a good show, simply shouting at Sakura standing on the table,
"Sister, what are you doing? Get down!"
Although the lights in this underground bar were dim, I bet many of the patrons were influential people. I couldn't just kill her to silence her. If Sakura's identity was exposed and this scandal broke out, both she and I would be in big trouble.
However, Yueying seemed oblivious to my whispered calls. She grabbed the side seam of her snow-white dress and ripped it open, creating a slit that reached her knees. Under the small lamplight on the table, the beautiful curves of her legs and her soft, white skin created a breathtakingly alluring picture, leaving me mesmerized. Meanwhile, several tables nearby erupted in whistles, and some even stood up to stop the security guards, unwilling to let this spectacle be interrupted.
I wondered if this chaotic effect was what Yueying wanted. Standing on the table, her skirt torn, Yueying simply flicked a finger towards the stage, as if in greeting. Then, slowly, she rose on her tiptoes, swaying her waist and arms to the music, as graceful as a willow in the wind, dancing with exquisite beauty.
A deafening silence, like ripples on a wave, quickly spread throughout the underground bar. The wealthy patrons, captivated by Yueying's celestial dance, stopped moving and talking, completely mesmerized. This unusual silence attracted the attention of those at nearby tables, who turned to look. In an instant, a chain reaction occurred; soon, even the sexy woman dancing skillfully on the pole stopped, leaving only the blind pianist continuing to play.
Yueying's movements were initially very gentle, like a noble and elegant peacock, striding proudly amidst a flock of birds, her limbs swaying rhythmically, exuding both arrogance and confidence. She leisurely strolled to the edge of the pond, unfurling her beautiful, colorful plumage, shaking off the water droplets from her body. Her posture was so elegant, yet so languid, as if each shake was a pillow of clouds, drifting in the wind.
The table she stood on was not large, and could not bear the weight of a person standing on it; the slightest movement would cause it to tilt and collapse. But before that could happen, Yueying twisted her slender waist, her snow-white gauze skirt swirling lightly like a cloud, and she had already gracefully stepped onto another table.
Gradually, Yueying's rhythm quickened, her movements becoming larger and more synchronized with the music. She seemed to ride a whirlwind, soaring through the clouds, skillfully weaving across the stage. Her knees, legs, shoulders, arms, wrists, and fingers danced with rapid, fluid movements, like a graceful peacock, vividly portrayed.
Everyone seemed hypnotized, watching her dance freely on the tabletops. Clearly intoxicated, Yueying nearly stumbled several times, each time eliciting gasps of surprise. Yet, with her exquisite balance and incredibly flexible body, she skillfully incorporated the near-misses into her dance, deftly landing on another table.
The moon cherry blossom seemed to have transformed into a celestial maiden, gracefully treading across the water to the ebb and flow of the music, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally teasing the mortals who followed her. When she happened to pass by an occupied table, some lecherous men with ulterior motives would try to reach out and touch her jade-like calves; but none of them ever succeeded, as she nimbly evaded them, leaving behind a string of melodious laughs, before moving on to another table to continue her light dance journey.
A snow-white dress, as white as ice silk, enveloped her full, fragrant body; her dance, imbued with a certain exquisite melody, subtly drew attention to the sensual curves of her waist and hips; her bright eyes shone like stars, her long hair flowed like clouds; her graceful steps were like treading on blooming lotuses, or rather… every step of this celestial maiden in the painting caused flowers to bloom at her feet, snow lotuses following her jade-like feet.
Stunned by the unparalleled beauty before me, many thoughts vaguely surfaced in my mind. In my dazed and intoxicated state, I seemed to see the hazy charm in Yueying's eyes, a mixture of reproach and resentment, giving me a distant and ethereal illusion, as if this fairy was about to ascend to heaven at any moment.
(Is this a loss of control after drinking? Or... is this... the real you, sister?)
Lost in my reverie, I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until I heard a series of sudden, sharp coughs around me. I snapped back to reality and realized that Yueying was almost at the edge of the dance floor, and about a dozen figures were approaching her, seemingly waiting for an opening to pounce on this mysterious celestial maiden and kiss her.
The song was nearing its end, and my anxiety was palpable. Watching Yueying grow further and further away, I suddenly recalled her mysterious, faint smile from earlier. It felt... somewhat like a tease, an... invitation.
As the music reached its climax, it suddenly soared an octave higher, and Yueying's captivating figure began to spin rapidly, like a swirling white cloud, growing faster and faster. Just as everyone was dazzled, the music stopped abruptly. Yueying gracefully glided to her feet, flawlessly returning to stillness from the frenzy, but her limbs, still affected by the alcohol, were not very agile, and she couldn't quite stop herself, leaning her head back.
The men around her, as if waking from a dream, frantically rushed forward, but before they could even get close, a deafening roar shook their ears.
"Sister~~ Believe me, I'll make you a woman as happy as a goddess!" The sudden shout threw the entire place into chaos. Unbeknownst to everyone, a slender, flexible rope, a favorite tool of the pursuers, was already wrapped around the ceiling. A figure swept through the confusion, deliberately kicking over tables and turning off the lights. With everyone unable to see in the darkness, the chaos intensified.
Taking advantage of this perfect opportunity, I listened to the whistling wind, pulled the rope in time, and kicked several opportunistic scoundrels to the ground. I caught Yueying's delicate body in my arms, kicked her against a pillar, and swung quickly towards the door.
With her soft, warm body in my arms, inhaling her fragrant scent, the desire I had suppressed was suddenly reignited. I regretted that I had to force myself to restrain myself from doing anything inappropriate to the woman who seemed to be fast asleep in my arms.
However, this small act of self-control was soon on the verge of collapse.
As I released the rope and landed near the door, I quickly ran up the stairs. When I reached the first floor, a sense of relief washed over me. Two smooth, white arms wrapped around my neck, and a soft, sensual laugh rang out in my ear.
"Little brother, let's do it."

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