Alibuda Chronicles Volume 17: Chapter 2 The Four Heavenly Kings

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"Master! No, brother, your knife-holding posture is completely wrong. You can't peel potatoes properly like that."

Still unable to break her habit of addressing me, Ah Xue stuck out her tongue sheepishly, but being called "brother" in her sweet voice felt incredibly pleasant.

"I like holding the knife like this, so what? I didn't come here just to peel potatoes. It's just peeling, right? Knife skills have to be fast, fast, and fast. If you keep nagging, you'll get another beating from the second-in-command."

"But... brother, all the potatoes you peeled turned into squares!"

Ah Xue's words sent a sharp pain through the back of my head. I'd been given a good whack by the second-in-command of this dilapidated kitchen, Miyamoto Juzo, who called himself the "Vice Principal of the East Sea Culinary Training School," accusing me of wasting food.

The four chefs in this kitchen were all tall, physically disabled men named Miyamoto Juzo, Hyakuzo, Senzo, and Manzo. Among them, Miyamoto Juzo was the oldest, and he replaced the mild-mannered head of the household, taking charge of the entire kitchen. If he saw anything displeasing, he'd immediately whack the back of the head with a spatula.

Every day, before sunrise, we had to get up and start preparing. As for me and Xue, being newbies, our tasks were to stew soup, tend the fire, and peel and trim vegetables. It seemed simple, but I often found my hands aching. Not because the workload was heavy, but because whenever I didn't peel neatly or trimmed flaws, that old black man's iron spatula would mercilessly swing down. At that moment… it wasn't just my hands aching; our legs would tremble from the pain.

"Leg trembling is a very mild symptom. The second-in-command treats you like commoners, so he's very gentle. If it were us, the spatula would be smoking."

"Yes, it really would be smoking."

Senzo and Manzo nodded vigorously in unison, emphasizing the pain. The Four Heavenly Kings are named in order of age. The two youngest, only slightly older than me, are also the closest to me, serving as my regular card-playing partners every night after the kitchen closes. However, one is blind and the other deaf, making their card games somewhat bizarre.

Aside from being similar in height, sharing a fierce appearance, and all having disabilities, the Four Heavenly Kings have nothing in common. Even their names were new ones they adopted after joining the kitchen; I have no idea what their original names were.

The oldest, Shizang, is a one-armed black man whose missing left hand has been replaced by a golden hook. Looking more like a pirate than a chef, he was originally responsible for simmering soups, but after Ah Xue and I joined, he took over cooking stir-fries and rice. This black man possesses superhuman strength; he can effortlessly toss heavy woks weighing over a hundred pounds, along with ingredients, with his single arm. "Golden Hook Fried Rice" is said to be a local specialty.

The taciturn Baizang is not human, but a crab-man from the crustacean tribe, responsible for making all the pastries in the kitchen. Watching him make pastries, his eight hands moved in unison, various bits and pieces of filling flying everywhere, instantly shaping an exquisite and intricate dessert. His lightning-fast movements were truly an art form. The only regret was that this pastry chef was born without a sense of taste, so the desserts sometimes malfunctioned… But what I really cared about was hearing that this giant crab had a very beautiful mermaid sister.

Chizo, the head chef of the noodle department, was two years older than me. His eyes were blinded by war, but this had honed his hands to be incredibly skillful, with an exceptionally sensitive touch. Every time I watched him move his arms, kneading, rubbing, striking, pushing and twisting the dough, pulling and tossing the noodles, each movement was like a silent dance, often making me want to applaud… until I discovered that this blind man's greatest hobby was cheating at cards with his skillful hands. The

largest of them all, Manzo, was the same age as me. His hearing impairment made his speech a little slow, and he specialized in handling all kinds of fresh food. His most frequent task was slaughtering cattle, sheep, pigs, and sharks with his thick-backed broadsword. Although the knife was heavy, his knife skills were extraordinary; each piece of meat, incredibly thin as paper, truly preserved its freshness.

The Four Heavenly Kings each had their own signature culinary skills, but the top-tier chef, surpassing them all, had an even more unique approach. Even I found it hard to believe. However, whenever Kato Taka put on his chef's uniform, the aura he exuded was completely different. He was utterly focused on every dish in the kitchen, cooking, boiling, stir-frying, and deep-frying while simultaneously instructing the Four Heavenly Kings. The devout light in his eyes resembled that of a monk seeking enlightenment or a swordsman perfecting his craft, fully enjoying his efforts and achievements.

It's true that everyone has their own ambitions. Although spending over ten days together, working during the day and playing cards and fooling around at night, gradually made me feel favorably towards these people, whenever I thought about my own situation, I felt a surge of resentment.

It wasn't that there were no opportunities to earn military merit here. The Black Dragon Society's fleet and the island's rebel forces frequently clashed sporadically. For several mornings in a row, I was awakened by the sound of shells exploding into the sea. But I was always stuck in the kitchen, never getting a chance to participate in the fighting. The only possibility of getting into battle was if the rebel fleet suffered a crushing defeat, and the Black Dragon Society stormed the island.

If that happened, there wouldn't even be time to escape; only a fool would attempt a futile endeavor. Of course, there would be even less chance of earning merit. So, despite my reluctance, I could only squat in a corner of the kitchen, unwillingly and frantically peeling potatoes.

Seeing Ah Xue becoming increasingly happy in this kitchen, even forgetting her original purpose; Violet caring about nothing as long as there was cooked meat to eat and a place to sleep; and Mao Yan'an thriving at the island's command post, constantly chasing women and drawing nude portraits of a bunch of sluts, without even having time to boast to me, I had to admit that one still had to rely on oneself.

It was time to seriously consider how to improve myself. To enter a world where the strong contend for supremacy, without sufficient strength, merely resorting to trickery and deception will not yield good results.

In the past, I always held the impression that my own unwillingness to spend time practicing and put in the effort led me to disdain even the most powerful and unparalleled family martial arts, resulting in my weak skills—a choice I made myself. However, in Sara City, Yueying and Xindeng Jushi shattered this false hope, waking me from a long-held dream and making me realize that I wasn't unwilling to practice, but unable to. Deep down,

a voice within me hoped that after so many years, my body would be different from when I was a child, no longer experiencing such a strong aversion to martial arts, allowing me to resume practicing my family's skills. The despair of telling myself I'm just a lazybones is different from telling myself I'm a complete waste.

But people grow. Even after waking from the dream, I must face reality. Will I be so easily defeated? Even if I can't practice martial arts, I still have other assets to contend for supremacy.

Looking at the treasures I possess, I already have several items that ordinary martial artists would only dream of. The family heirloom Xuanwu True Skill Manual, the Shattered Dream Blade gifted by Ryan Buffett, and the Nine Deaths Evil Skill stolen from the Nine Ghost Eagle Demon—these three, once mastered, would be enough to make one a king on earth, even possessing power on par with the five strongest warriors . Yet, they hold no meaning for me. I possess a mountain of treasures, but can only stare in vain.

The legacy of the Grand Magister Famit Xiu Kamu—that amber-colored topaz—should be the key to unlocking the secrets of the six dark summoned beasts. The runes emanating from the cracks in this crystal, a materialized manifestation of powerful magic, have already given me much insight. If I can decipher the secrets of the runes, I can obtain the knowledge recorded within.

This topaz is not a mineral; it is formed from Famit's magic. Since Famit practiced erotic magic, the key to unlocking the topaz is erotic magic itself. Previously, when I used erotic magic to create a barrier, the topaz reacted. However, no matter whether I used summoning magic or created a barrier, the topaz only emitted a faint glow and did not react much, indicating that the stimulation I provided was not strong enough.

The core of lustful magic ultimately lies in the pleasure of sexual intercourse between men and women. So, I experimented with this once, placing a topaz under the covers while Ah Xue and I were making love, hoping it would absorb the nectar Ah Xue released during her ecstasy. At that moment, the topaz not only emitted a bright light but also a scalding heat, a reaction far stronger than simply using lustful magic, proving my approach was correct, though the stimulation was still insufficient.

Ah Xue was already a perfect sacrificial offering; she possessed seventh-level power, was an excellent dark magician, and was still a virgin, perfectly meeting the requirements of high-level materials in the magical world. Her nectar wasn't enough; did I really have to cut her throat and bleed her?

No, no, it couldn't be like that. Famit was a lustful magician, not a dark sorcerer; he wouldn't use such a vicious unsealing method. There must be some parts I hadn't fully grasped.

With these troubled thoughts, I often strolled along the beach, hoping the cool seawater, as it washed over my feet, would bring me calm and help me find some clarity.

Walking along the beach not only helped me calm my mind, but I could also often see the magnificent seascape… and naval battles.

Mao Yan'an told me that the Black Dragon Society had been launching a major attack on Penglai Island these past few days, with both sides fighting fiercely. Therefore, they were less focused on Honolulu, only launching diversionary attacks to prevent their fleet from leaving to support the front lines on Penglai Island.

“Moreover… perhaps you've sensed it yourself, nephew, the people on that island are terrified of the Black Dragon Society's fleet, saying that the Black Dragon Society's fleet has ghost ships assisting them.”

“Ghost ships?”

I recalled the ghost ship I encountered at sea that day, but after that day, I never saw that ghost ship again in the open sea, nor did I have the chance to see Xie Lian again.

The Black Dragon Society and the resistance were locked in a fierce battle, with ships frequently entering and leaving the docks, and cannonballs and arrows flying everywhere. Yet

, neither side could gain a clear advantage, making the scene of carnage seem like mere scenery. The Black Dragon Society held a significant numerical advantage, with a larger and more sturdier fleet. However, the resistance had the advantage of terrain, utilizing the island's narrow entrance. Whenever they were at a disadvantage, they would retreat their ships. Once they lured the Black Dragon fleet into the strait's entrance, they would unleash a barrage of cannon fire. To avoid losses, the Black Dragon Society dared not launch a full-scale attack and would withdraw their troops.

The battle could have been much less tedious, but the previous months of continuous fighting had wounded the Black Dragon Society's two Grand Marshals in charge of this area: the treacherous Yi Mo and the Heavenly Sea Illusionary Monk. Unable to command on the battlefield or defend against surprise attacks from the resistance's skilled fighters, the Black Dragon Society's recent attacks were merely symbolic, lacking the fierce determination to determine a victor.

I tried to inquire more in the kitchen, hoping to find out the situation of the battle, but every time I mentioned the fighting outside, I was rudely interrupted.

"What those people outside are like is none of our business. Don't bring their problems into the kitchen. Just focus on cooking your soup!"

Waving his golden hook in his left hand, the "those people outside" that Juzo was referring to were the resistance fighters who were fighting the Black Dragon Society. I've always found it strange that everyone in this kitchen, including Kato Taka, should belong to the resistance and hold official military positions. Besides, when I first arrived on the island, the map clearly showed that this was Camp Geng 3.

But every time the Four Great Warriors talked about the fighting outside, their usually amiable tone became extremely disdainful. They ridiculed both sides without restraint and showed little sympathy for the defeat of their allies. This was really strange, and even as I got to know them better, I still couldn't understand it.

These rebels outside are fighting to the death to fight against the Black Dragon Society, and they are also trying to bring happiness to the people. If they all perish and the Black Dragon Society takes control of the East China Sea, how can this little kitchen remain unscathed?

"You four are all tall and strong, and your kung fu seems quite good too. The rebel general must be an idiot to keep you here cooking instead of sending you to the battlefield."

"We're cooks, not soldiers. Whatever those people outside do, it's none of our business. Besides, the boss and we are just hired to run this shop; we have no political affiliation and don't care about the fighting… The boss said cooks are always neutral."

"Neutral my foot! You four, with your knives, look more ferocious than those people outside. If you went out, people would think you were from the Black Dragon Society."

With such tall, imposing figures, the sheer force of your imposing horses would be incredibly effective. Not to mention the immense strength of Ten-Hidden Black Ghost and the swift, swift knife of Ten Thousand Deaf Man—both are incredibly lethal. It makes no sense for us to stay here killing innocent cattle and sheep instead of going out to slaughter the Black Dragon Society thieves.

However, discussing these things is pointless. Besides, according to the Four Guardians, the kitchen employees are only contracted with the resistance; they are not members of the resistance themselves and therefore have no obligation to fight. My words naturally have no effect on them.

Resources on Honolulu are relatively abundant, but to save on the budget, our kitchen often needs to send people outdoors to gather ingredients, such as wild vegetables, hunting, or fishing.

For someone like me who can't stand staying in the kitchen for long, this job is obviously a great opportunity. Originally, this lucrative job wouldn't have been mine, but ever since I taught the Four Guardians how to play cards, life on the island has been lonely, and every night they would gather around the table to play cards. After the wins and losses accumulated, these few fools, who had been losing badly to me, found it hard to refuse my requests.

My card skills weren't great, but whenever I played, Xue liked to lean on my shoulder to watch the game. I usually hated this kind of intimacy that hurt my shoulder, but when Xue leaned on me, her large, firm breasts peeking out from under her clothes, her soft, white flesh swaying, the eyes of my opponents—the player before me, the player after me, and

the player opposite me—would bulge out, practically spitting fire. In that state, even one-armed, eight-handed, or deaf players were utterly defeated. Qianzang was an exception; he was completely focused on the game and unaffected by the allure of big-breasted girls, but that was only because he was utterly blind. However, ever since we caught him cheating, he'd been ashamed and we'd taken advantage of him at will.

That day, while I was out gathering ingredients, three small to medium-sized ships happened to be returning to port, slowly entering the dock. Judging from their battered exteriors, they had likely just finished their daily routine of skirmishes with the Black Dragon Society fleet. The two beautiful figures, gracefully descending like winged angels, once again drew applause from the dock, just as they had in previous days.

Even from this distance, Yu Ni and Yu Hong's beauty was dazzling and breathtaking. For the past ten days or so, although we were on the same island, the sisters didn't eat in the thatched mess hall outside the kitchen like other lower-ranking soldiers. Instead, their meals were packed and delivered by orderly soldiers. Because of this, we hadn't had a chance to meet.

There were other women on the island and in the resistance fleet, but none could compare to the beauty and brilliance of these "twin rainbows." Whenever the soldiers gathered, there was a seven or eight chance they would talk about the sisters.

From these discussions, I vaguely learned that after the Neon Sisters arrived in the East China Sea, they publicly revealed their identity as members of the Feather Clan, but they did not get along well with the other Feather Clan members. Therefore, they took the initiative to request a transfer to the Ichigo Island to hold the front line.

Ah Xue, who smeared her face with soot every day and served meals to the soldiers, also gathered similar information for me. Luckily, we had the foresight to have Ah Xue smear her face with soot as soon as we arrived on the island, otherwise, with her celestial beauty, she would have been the center of attention long ago, and there would have been no privacy left. Of course... her firm, round breasts couldn't be hidden, and they did generate some buzz, but as long as Ah Xue stayed within the mess hall area, no one dared to flirt with the girl in front of the Four Heavenly Kings or secretly take a picture of her buttocks.

One very interesting thing Ah Xue told me was that the two sisters, who used to be inseparable, seemed to have lost their sisterly bond after coming to the East Sea. Yu Hong often acted alone, and even rarely ate with her sister, especially after each mission, she would always leave her sister behind and disappear somewhere.

Recalling my last encounter with Yu Hong, I had a general idea of what was going on. Since I was out and they were returning, I decided to head over there and investigate.

"Those two, Yu Hong and Yu Ni? I haven't seen them. Like usual, Second Constable Yu went that way as soon as she returned, and First Constable Yu left too."

Although Yu Ni and Yu Hong assisted the resistance, they didn't hold military positions, so people still referred to them as constables. I asked for directions and then chased after Yu Hong in the direction she had gone.

Tracking Yu Hong wasn't easy. She was deliberately hiding and trying to evade skilled trackers like Yu Ni, so she wouldn't easily reveal her whereabouts. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be able to find her, but the master and slave of the Hellish God of Lust could sense each other at close range. When I amplified this sense with the yellow crystal, I quickly found Yu Hong's location.

Far from the crowd, Yu Hong hid herself in a seaside cave. Unless specifically targeted, an ordinary person would never discover it. Behind the layers of reefs and the crevices of crashing waves, a hidden paradise lay hidden—it was fortunate Yu Hong had found this place.

As I cautiously crept in, using the sound of the waves to conceal my movements, after walking a short distance, I was suddenly struck by a soft, seductive moan, overflowing with feminine desire.

At the far end of the cave, in a small, recessed pool, a young girl's delicate, crimson body floated in the clear, cool water.

Her golden hair shimmered captivatingly, her perfectly proportioned breasts rose round and firm above the water, and her submerged limbs formed a beautiful curve from waist to hips. But her proudly raised, long legs were the most prized feature of all the Feather Clan women, including Yu Hong.

At the juncture of two beautiful legs, sparse, golden pubic hair formed a shallow inverted triangle, shimmering with a dazzling golden light as it rose and fell with the rippling water.

"Mmm..."

Yu Hong's eyes were slightly closed, her hands resting on her small breasts, her palms cupping the lower edge of her round, fragrant breasts, gently rubbing upwards. The exquisite sensation slowly seeping into her body caused her to let out sweet, alluring moans from her lovely lips.

"Ah...so comfortable!"

Her young body swayed slightly, revealing pale pink buds between her fingers. Her nipples stood erect and hard, trembling as if in distress. The sensual ripples from her small breasts traveled across her soft abdomen to the light golden pubic hair.

"Ah...ah..."

Yu Hong bit her red lips tightly, as if using her last shred of reason to suppress the sound, refusing to utter a sound even though no one was watching.

However, with each rub, the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh emanated from her palms, intensely stimulating her overly sensitive body. Sticky saliva involuntarily dripped from her tongue, wetting her snow-white neck.

I quietly hid beside her, watching this scene without blinking, seeing the girl naked, self-pleasuring, struggling against the burning desire within her.

"Mmm..."

Although it was just a gentle rubbing, the intense pleasure immediately spread to her lower abdomen. The girl let out a moan, unable to resist bending her legs, twisting her icy, jade-like buttocks, swaying from side to side, and with the movement of her nipples, the pleasure violently turned into an electric current flowing through her body.

"Ah... good..."

As the pleasure intensified, Yu Hong's moans had somehow turned into sobs. The caresses of her breasts also affected her groin, becoming the source of arousal. Her vulva overflowed with fluid, unconsciously beginning to writhe lasciviously.

As Yu Hong skillfully moved her hands, stroking down from the mounds of her chest to her slender waist, I was genuinely surprised by the sight. It seemed that since we separated, her youthful body, conditioned to be exceptionally sensitive, hadn't been properly explored and had accumulated too much frustration.

(Oh dear... you silly woman, if you don't have a man to explore, you can go to your sister! Don't you sisters like to wiggle your hips together and be lesbians?)

I sighed inwardly, but my eyes remained fixed on Yu Hong's hands as they changed to rotation. Her snow-white buttocks, which had been raised, now swayed even more sensually; and the hand that had been on her waist began to move towards her fiery vulva, her fingers stroking her golden pubic hair like a comb.

"Ah... um~"

Yu Hong's snow-white face was already flushed with a bright red blush. She covered her delicate vulva with her palm and then gently pressed it.

"Gurgle—!"

After the slight pressure, a squelching sound of honey being squeezed out came from her vulva, and the surrounding pubic hair was covered with her juices.

"Ah..."

Yu Hong let out a soft moan, finally parting the wet, golden pubic hair with her hand to reveal a pale pink slit. The slit, seemingly never before opened, was slightly raised, with golden pubic hair adorning the two petals. The girl's flower bud, overflowing with nectar, looked incredibly alluring.

Such a vibrant color made me, hiding nearby, swallow hard; my erection was already high.

Unaware of my burning gaze, Yu Hong parted her fingers, fully exposing the inner petals of her flower bud. Her right middle finger aimed at the slit in the center, while her index and ring fingers rested on the base of the petals, teasing the hot nectar. After wetting it, she quickly began rubbing it back and forth.

"Plop~ Plop—"

Because of the flowing nectar, her fingers moved very smoothly, and Yu Hong groaned intensely, her body arching backward.

The frequent movements caused the pool water to tremble violently, the cool seawater splashing onto the surrounding rocks, but it couldn't extinguish even a fraction of the passion in the girl's fiery body.

With rapid finger movements, Yu Hong spread her legs wider, causing her lower abdomen to undulate like waves, and her firm, round buttocks to sway from side to side, allowing her to enjoy an even more intense sensation.

The excitement throughout her body caused the young girl's body to frequently break out in fragrant sweat. The flower bud inside her vulva swelled to its maximum extent, and the tender petals surrounding it began to slowly retreat with the rhythm of its opening, revealing a engorged flower bud glistening with lustful fluid.

"Ah, why...why didn't you kill me, why did you make me into this body! Just thinking about someone seeing my naked body makes me...ah..."

As the climax approached, Yu Hong seemed to lose her mind, letting out a mournful, tearful sound, as if she deeply resented her sensitive body.

But despite cursing herself fiercely, Yu Hong couldn't control her hands, burying her slender fingers between her legs, squeezing them together while passionately caressing them, seeking even more intense pleasure.

"Let...let me die...don't let me live anymore...I don't want this...ah!"

Her hand movements quickened, and her sobs grew increasingly mournful, yet brimming with a seductive sweetness that allured the male. As the climax approached, the faint red glow that had lingered on her skin now blazed brightly, illuminating the entire cave. Even I, hiding behind the rock wall, could feel the heat.

A sense of foreboding washed over me. Forgetting the erotic scene before me, I hastily submerged half my body into the nearby waterway.

"Ah...ah...I'm going to die...I...I want to..."

Honey flowed from between her petals, Yu Hong's hands thrusting violently between her legs, her moans seeming to escape from the depths of her throat, her legs kicking wildly involuntarily.

"I want to...I will definitely kill you...John Farrell!"

Like a sharp curse, the girl reached her climax amidst her hate-filled moans. As the intense heat and flames surged wildly against the surrounding rock walls, I was thankful I had managed to submerge myself underwater and escape silently.

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