The Alibuda Chronicles, Volume 14: Chapter 7 - An Encounter with an Old Friend

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A thousand memories flooded my mind, but they largely aligned with what I'd heard recently. Because my eccentric father was stationed at the border year-round and away from Sara City, Yueying, pitying me as a toddler abandoned in the Duke's mansion and cared for by Uncle Fu and others, often came to look after me, bringing her younger sister of the same age along.

At the time, I was naturally weak, and Uncle Fu and the others' clumsy care left me half-dead; Yueying's arrival was like a savior. Although being dressed as a girl afterward felt very awkward, if it weren't for that, Leng Linglan, who was already strictly adhering to the distinction between boys and girls at a young age, probably wouldn't have played with me.

So, looking back, Lanlan and I… that woman Leng Linglan, were indeed very close as children.

How close? Probably to the point where we wet the bed together, had competitions to see who could pee the farthest… something like that.

Yueying's love for me was undeniable, but after my childhood memories became fully clear, I discovered that Yueying was actually under a lot of pressure. It wasn't usually obvious, but whenever she drank, she would become a completely different person, full of energy and doing wild things that didn't conform to ladylike etiquette.

Was this simply a matter of poor drinking manners? I think it was more of an outlet for her emotions, because Yueying actually had a good tolerance for alcohol. Rather than being drunk, it was more like psychological self-hypnosis, releasing her pressure.

The most vivid memories are of several times when, in the quiet of the night, when no one was around, I was awakened by soft sobbing. I vaguely saw Yueying sitting by the bed, crying softly. The reason for her crying was unknown, only the deep sorrow in her eyes was heartbreaking.

After witnessing this scene for what seemed like the umpteenth time, the boy, who had only been silently watching, finally mustered the courage to act. He went to the girl who was punching her knees and crying uncontrollably, and gently tugged at her skirt.

"Sister... Sister Yueying... don't be sad. Seeing you cry makes me so sad."

It wasn't anything particularly comforting, but for some reason, it triggered a strong reaction from the girl. She hugged the boy tightly and cried loudly. The boy was confused, sad, and nervously at a loss. Everything should have ended there, but before he could understand, the girl's sobs subsided, replaced by a pair of burning eyes.

Things happened naturally, even though it wasn't normal... not normal at all.

The boy didn't understand why his sister was taking off his clothes, playing with his genitals, touching and licking them without any concern for the dirt. He only knew that it felt good, better than any game... really, even now, thinking back on it, it still feels incredibly satisfying, so good it makes my mouth water.

This kind of game, of course, wasn't a one-time occurrence.

As if addicted to some kind of fanatical passion, the girl became hopelessly infatuated with every inch of the boy's body, from head to toe, her love seemingly endless. The boy, unaware of her true nature, yielded to her. In that bedroom, they repeatedly engaged in secret acts, though in public they always held hands and laughed innocently. But beneath the light, the shadows of darkness deepened.

At first, the boy only felt the urge to urinate, until one night, six months later, the girl first allowed him into her sacred body. That night, the boy experienced the strange sensation of ejaculation for the first time, and he found himself enjoying it immensely.

"Little brother, will you... blame your sister for what happened to you...? Hmm, will you?"

The girl gently stroked the boy's hair, her face flushed with the vibrant red of their union, but also revealing an expression that seemed like sadness, yet remained unreadable to the boy… Of course, twelve years later, he finally understood that expression was called "guilt."

"What's there to complain about? Your sister is the best person in the world, just like everyone else has a mother. Sister, let's do it again."

"Hmm, you don't complain now, but when you grow up, you'll definitely complain about your sister... By the way, little brother, when you grow up, your sister will be your bride to make up for it... no, to take care of you, okay?"

"Sister as my bride? Okay, that's great... But... but I already made a promise with Lanlan last month to marry her, I... can I have both?"

"You greedy little rascal, there's no such thing as a free lunch... Heh, sister will pinky promise you, but Lanlan can't know about this."

"Yes, it's a promise. When I'm old enough to understand, I'll marry both of you."

That night's agreement, the past vivid in my mind, as if it were happening right before my eyes. When these long-buried memories suddenly surged up, my first thought was to chuckle. Because, physically speaking, I really had to admire that brat. Such good stamina at such a young age, his recovery time after ejaculation was probably even faster than mine today… Hmm, is that why my body is so bad? Can't I even cultivate internal energy?

As for Yueying, I had a feeling of "suddenly turning around, and there she is, in the dim light." I never imagined that all this trouble, even using my soul to wish to go back to the past, was to investigate a secret that had always been with me. Yueying hadn't mentioned it to me at all. Was she secretly hoping I would bring up the old promise with her?

“Remember? I’ve told you many times, I’m not a goddess. From beginning to end, I never intended to pretend to be a saint, nor did I want anyone to treat me as one…”

“Thank you, John, thank you for loving Princess Yueying so much, for letting her live cleanly in your heart…”

Yueying said this to me when we parted in the courtyard that day. When I learned that she was hosting a banquet in the Golden Finch Federation and that it wasn’t what I had imagined, I was confused for a time, not understanding why she would admit to something so wrong. If she had told me the truth directly, I certainly wouldn’t have said that.

My previous speculation was that Yueying was hurt by my suspicion and jealousy, so she rejected me in this way, but now I completely understand.

Yueying… has a tendency to like male children; to put it bluntly, she’s a pedophile.

This isn’t easy to explain, but at only six years old, I’m not very handsome. Although I’m pretty, I’m far from being a beautiful boy. What woman would be fascinated by a six-year-old boy… Well, let me correct myself, after all, I had an erection this morning for six-year-old Leng Linglan.

In short, considering Yueying's attitude towards that boy—a strong emotion that wasn't just simple care, but half-attached to lust—and the bloodline connection, coupled with His Majesty's unusual behavior, this inference is almost certainly correct.

A princess with pedophilic tendencies, if this were to become public knowledge, would indeed be a scandal. While our laws don't specifically protect children's rights, at least by general moral standards, it is a crime. No wonder Yueying has remained silent, choosing to part ways with me. If I cannot accept a saint tainted by defilement, I cannot accept the real her. If one day I recall my childhood memories, separation will ensue. It's better to part now. That's

Yueying's thought. So, how do I feel?

Indeed, my image of the saint in my heart is shattered, leaving me with a sense of loss and melancholy. But as those emotions slowly settle, I find I still can't help but love her, just as she couldn't resist falling for me back then.

Child pedophilia is certainly not a good thing, but in terms of the outcome, this incident didn't harm anyone. At least compared to her biological father, Yueying didn't strangle me and abandon my body after our encounter; during her time in the Golden Finch Federation, I never heard of her engaging in similar behavior; more importantly, the deep self-reproach in her eyes after each encounter showed that although she couldn't resist temptation, she was always filled with guilt.

When I finally understood all of this, I didn't feel disgusted, but rather utterly repulsed. A solitary white moon, floating in the sky, is sometimes obscured by clouds, blocking out the sun, but when the clouds disperse, the pure white moonlight shines through the night sky, reflecting the surrounding darkness with its unique, pale glow. People realize that the moon is always there, unchanged; only the clouds and the occasional person turning their head change, but the same moon always hangs in the sky.

Gazing at Yueying, her soft moans mingling with the allure of her flowing blonde hair, I suddenly realized I liked her more than ever before. It wasn't just a younger brother's admiration for his older sister anymore; it was simply a boy's attraction to a girl, love and desire.

As long as one person knows what they're doing, that's enough. Even if it's against social morality, or even somewhat perverse, as long as both parties are willing, it's just a special relationship with a significant age gap—nothing serious.

Judging from my own feelings and the boy's joyful expression, I couldn't see any disapproval between us. And for things to end like this was a wonderful relief; this trip wasn't a waste. I could go back and find Yueying and clear things up.

(How can I see her? This…)

A sudden silence interrupted my thoughts. Looking through the window, I saw the siblings' blissful union had ended. The boy, whose stamina wasn't great to begin with, was fast asleep, nestled against his sister's full, round breasts, dreaming his last sweet dreams.

Yueying's expression was dazed, and she seemed quite tired, yet she still held the sleeping boy close, gently kissing him. One hand reached under the covers to the boy's crotch, as if carefully cleaning away any impurities, or perhaps tenderly teasing him.

"Little brother, you're so naughty, leaving so much inside me again. It's not safe these days… If I really get your child, what will I do? Hmm?"

The sleeping boy murmured indistinctly, whether from the soft laughter beside him or from the caresses on his groin, it was unclear.

"If that really happens… I'll have a child for you…"

Yueying whispered these words with each kiss, her tone soft, yet her earnestness was palpable, and to me, it was like a bolt from the blue.

"Little brother, what do you say? Let your sister have a child for you. Tomorrow at dawn, I'll be marrying into the Golden Flower Federation and never returning to Alibuda. I might never see you again... Little brother, I'm so scared. If I never see you again, I'll have nothing to remember you by. I... I don't know how I'll go on living in the Golden Flower Federation..."

Her words, tinged with tears, struck me deeply. I could

n't help myself and took a few steps forward, approaching Yueying's side. Yueying's beautiful face always captivated me, but the deep affection and longing in her eyes at this moment were something I had never seen before, which truly astonished me.

Sister, marrying into the Golden Flower Federation has made you this unhappy?

"Hehe, you're so heartless and emotionless. I'm talking to you like this, and you don't react at all... Hey, say something to me, let's pinky swear like we used to... Come on, stick out your finger, let's pinky swear... I won't be here when dawn breaks, but if you promise me that one day you'll personally come to the Golden Finch Federation to pick me up, then I'll endure my longing and wait for your arrival... My dearest little lover, will you make that promise with me?"

"I will! I will definitely come to pick you up!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, I blurted out the answer, instinctively reaching for Yueying's hand, only to grasp nothing. I tumbled over the bed and crashed to the floor, finally realizing my predicament.

Not belonging to this era, and without the Famit magic stone, I was essentially nonexistent. Yueying couldn't touch me, nor could she hear my voice.

But something went wrong. The moment those words left my lips, Yueying seemed to hear me. Her expression shifted from surprise to joy,

her face lighting up with a broad smile. She grasped the boy's hand, chuckling happily, "I heard you! You just promised! I really heard you… I'll wait for you in the Golden Flower Federation." The scene before me was warm and comforting, but for some reason, I felt a chill run down my spine, my scalp tingling.

What had just happened?

Did Yueying really hear me?

If so… then… wasn't I the one who made that promise to her, making her wait in vain for twelve years in the Golden Flower Federation, yet never appearing? Just because of this one mistake, she waited twelve years?

No wonder… no wonder Leng Linglan said she hated men who didn't keep their promises. Did

I go through all that trouble to return to the past just to make a mistake that shouldn't have existed?

(No, I have to correct this mistake…)

A surge of anxiety welled up inside me. I immediately wanted to say something more to change this already set past, but the words caught in my throat.

(Sister Yueying's mental state seems unstable. If this hope is erased, can she hold on for twelve years in the Golden Flower Federation? This…)

Hesitant and indecisive, I couldn't make a decision for a moment. I saw Yueying smilingly touch the boy's little face, whispering with deep affection and focus, "Thank you, my little lover, thank you for giving me the strength to keep going. You must grow up well. I will be waiting for my little knight in the Golden Flower Castle."

The boy wasn't completely unresponsive. When Yueying kissed his forehead again, the still-sleeping boy subconsciously shifted his body, finding the most comfortable position to lie on his mother's high, firm breasts, and uttered a muffled whisper.

"Mmm… Mom… Mom, don't go…"

he murmured softly, not responding to Yueying's expectations. Her smile held a hint of regret and bitterness, yet she still gently held the boy to her chest, making her final farewell.

"Silly boy… I am not… your mother…"

All the questions I wanted to understand were now clear. I couldn't recover from the shock of the series of events so quickly, but those were problems for me to

figure out when I got back. Standing quietly in the crowd, unnoticed, I followed the wedding procession with ghostly steps all the way to the city gate.

I saw the carriage leave the city, saw Yueying wave to the crowd behind, and once again felt that long-lost pain of parting. But I knew I wasn't the one in the deepest pain.

The two people in the deepest pain were the two children standing in front of me. Though they didn't cry out loud, they kept wiping away tears, their fists clenched tightly, showing not just sadness, but almost indignation.

One of the children had already changed into boys' clothes. From today onward, he no longer needed to dress as a girl. The departure of the woman closest to him had left an irreversible impact on his heart—a wound, but also a step in his growth, because he was trying his best to comfort the pretty girl beside him, her lips tightly pressed together, her teeth biting until they bled.

“Lanlan, don’t be sad. I will definitely bring my sister back. Someday… I will, I definitely will.”

“Really? John, can you bring my sister back?”

The girl stopped sobbing, but didn’t smile. Her eyes were filled with obvious suspicion.

“Your skills are so poor, and your martial arts are bad! I heard them say that the people of the Golden Flower Federation are very powerful, and they have the Palace of Light backing them up…”

The girl whispered her worries and doubts, her voice slowly lowering as if she was about to cry again. But at this moment, the boy spoke up.

“No problem. I’m not afraid of any bald thieves or foreign devils, because… I have a very strong father.”

The boy comforted the girl, saying that he would set off to find his father tomorrow. As long as he learned his skills from him, he wouldn’t be afraid of anyone backing him up.

The boy’s confident words startled me. I never thought I had such a “normal” period of admiring and respecting my father, actually wanting to ask him for help when I encountered problems. It seems that people who haven’t learned their lesson are indeed very naive.

"Yes, John's dad is a very, very powerful person. With his help, my sister will definitely be back soon."

As if she had received the strongest assistance, the girl stopped crying and smiled, grabbing the boy's hand and shaking it vigorously, as if only in this way could she express her gratitude.

"Thank you, John, and thank you, Dad. You are such, such, such great people."

The silvery laughter and the trusting, expectant eyes made me want to cover my head and run away, especially looking at their joyful, innocent faces. I really didn't dare to tell them about the cruel future they were about to face.

...Just twelve years later, one of you will become a vile and treacherous villain, and the other will become a cold-blooded and arrogant female psychopath. The friendship of your childhood will be gone, and you will hate each other, with an unresolved grudge until death...

I ran away without a care, and after a frantic run, I returned to the gate of the Duke's mansion, found the location where I buried the yellow crystal, and began to dig.

(Strange, why didn't I keep my promise? Didn't I go to see my perverted father not long after? Why do I have no recollection of this at all...)

Thinking back, I do remember leaving Sara, led by several uniformed guards, and heading to the western border of Alibuda, to the "Third New Tokyo" fortress. Chronologically, it was shortly after this, but it seems I was summoned because of a letter from him. So, what happened after I arrived?

I don't know, I really can't remember.

Perhaps because I was too young, or for some other reason, I only vaguely remember some scenes from that trip to the western border. The clearest memory is of my perverted father, sitting at that unchanging desk, his beard growing wildly, his hands clasped in front of him, obscuring his expression, yet his chillingly sharp gaze piercing through his sunglasses.

"I won't practice it. Even if I did, I wouldn't find happiness. If in the end I'd just end up like you, I'd rather be a useless bum for life."

"Then you can go back. The only reason I brought you here was to give you this. If you don't want to practice, there's no need for you to stay."

His calm, emotionless voice was so cold, devoid of any fatherly warmth. This memory became my only impression of my twisted father for many years to come, making it impossible for me to have any good feelings towards him.

Looking at that scene, I did indeed see my twisted father, and he did pass on his family's martial arts to me, but at the time, I resisted practicing them. However, since I had already made up my mind to gain power and bring Yueying back, why did I resist my twisted father?

I know I have a weak constitution; I vomit blood whenever I practice my family's martial arts. Because of this, I've almost never practiced martial arts. Could it be... that I was injured while practicing in the Third New Tokyo Fortress, and out of fear of death, I resisted further training, and after returning, I gave up on myself, forgot everything, and became a coward? Damn it

...

This self-conclusion left me speechless, almost ashamed to the point of wanting to commit suicide on the way. I quickly tried to comfort myself with reason, telling myself that things weren't that simple, because in these vague memories, there were too many incoherent mysteries, especially... Although I don't remember very clearly, why do I vaguely feel that when I was yelling at my perverted father, I was bound hand and foot like a rice dumpling?

(How could I forget so many things... Could it be... that my memory is faulty? Did someone manipulate my memory?)

Among the many absurd possibilities, this seems to be the only reasonable explanation. My spirits lifted suddenly, and I secretly made a decision: I would go to the Third New Tokyo Fortress to find my perverted father, get to the bottom of things, and find out the real answer.

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