Alibuda Chronicles Volume 10: Chapter 3 Indulging in Food and Sex

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From the side, one could even clearly see the two rosy nipples at the top of Ah Xue's high, firm breasts, peeking out from beneath her coverings like two pink buds, blooming tantalizingly in the spring light.

Besides her smooth, tender bare back, her snow-white buttocks, tightly encased in her floral underpants, were also a significant point of interest. People often say that large breasts and plump buttocks should complement each other for perfection, but a large buttocks aren't necessarily good; otherwise, a breeding sow would be more beautiful than any woman in the world.

Ah Xue's buttocks were thick, fleshy, and incredibly elastic—already impressive qualities—but the beauty of their arched curves was unparalleled in my life; coupled with her slender, almost bent waist, it made her snow-white buttocks appear even rounder and larger, her breasts more voluptuous. With the slightest turn, waves of her breasts and buttocks rippled beneath her apron, incredibly sexy.

Although I was already used to seeing it, under such novel temptation, my breathing gradually became heavy, and I completely forgot my original fatigue. Looking at the nearly naked female body in front of me, unconsciously wagging her tail, twisting her waist and swaying her hips, making all sorts of highly seductive poses, I couldn't help but want to walk behind her...

"Hey! Ah Xue, what are you cooking? There's nothing in the pot. Don't tell me you spent several hours holed up in the kitchen just to boil water for me to drink?"

My anger was not without reason, because the pot was empty, except for a pot of water that was almost boiled dry, there was nothing else, let alone any delicious delicacies hidden inside.

"I...I was wrong...I was so stupid to believe you, woman. Back in the Southern Barbarian lands, you never cooked anything for me. And today I was foolish enough to believe you could cook a feast..."

"That's not it at all! I really intended to make something delicious, but you were sitting in the back with such a sour face, Master. I didn't dare turn around to get the ingredients, and the water kept boiling until it became just hot water."

Get the ingredients? That explanation is quite interesting. I looked back. The kitchen was spotless, completely empty except for the walls, except for a palm-sized oil paper package on the table. Under normal circumstances, without magic, I couldn't imagine any top-tier chef making a decent dish with those ingredients.

"I wanted to ask, what were you originally planning to make?"

When I asked, Xue seemed embarrassed, lowering her flushed cheeks and whispering, "I wanted something simple, so... just boiled eggs in sugar water."

As the name suggests, boiled eggs in sugar water is simply boiling water, adding sugar and eggs—any creature with basic intelligence could easily make it.

"Damn it, I've seen plenty of big-breasted, brainless bitches. Can't God have some pity on me and send me someone a little smarter?"

The sudden sense of frustration made me want to scream and curse the heavens. But that only shows my naiveté. A woman I've known for almost two years, who has never cooked, even if she puts on an apron and starts preparing food, doesn't mean she can whip up a decent meal.

My desire to satisfy my cravings was dashed, and I was truly annoyed. I had wanted to take Ah Xue out and have Uncle Fu order takeout so we could have something to eat together, but glancing at her naked body under her pink apron from this angle, a surge of desire welled up inside me.

It's truly pathetic; I've been busy clinging to Sister Yueying these past few days with no progress, and if I don't take this opportunity to reward myself, it would be a real shame.

"Never mind, Ah Xue, no need to bother. Don't make those childish sweet egg soups; let's eat something else."

"Huh? What does Master want to eat? I can't make anything too difficult."

"I know, whether it's difficult or simple, you can't do it anyway. We've decided to eat something else..."

I lowered my voice and caressed Ah Xue's bare shoulder, which was exposed outside her apron. Despite our frequent physical intimacy, Ah Xue shyly turned her head away when I touched her like that, revealing a large section of her smooth, white neck.

Her alluring shyness, the enormous breasts beneath her apron, and her round, white buttocks constantly aroused my desire, pushing me to the brink of collapse.

"Let me tell you, this is what we're going to eat!"

I pointed to the table, and as Ah Xue turned her head away, I suddenly reached out and pulled her slender waist close, pulling her forcefully. Ah Xue lost her balance and fell into my arms.

With this fall, Ah Xue's round, pert buttocks, clad only in white panties, pressed perfectly against my crotch, tightly pressed together, with no gap between our bodies.

"How about that? You can't produce anything, so I'll just have to eat you. Is that fair?"

"Eat...eat me?"

Ah Xue in my arms seemed to misunderstand, turning back in alarm. I tightened my grip on her slender waist and chuckled softly, "Yes, like this."

As if deliberately provoking me, as soon as I finished speaking, something hard pressed against Ah Xue's pert buttocks through her thin panties.

Although we were in the kitchen, in this situation, the thing pressing against her buttocks certainly wasn't a rolling pin. Ah Xue realized what was happening, and twisted her body, trying to break free from my embrace, but I held her tightly. Her movements only caused my penis to sink deeper into her buttocks, teasing her back and forth.

"How can you do this... If a chef can't cook well, you can't eat the chef..."

Ah Xue said shyly, turning her head away. From the neckline of her apron, I could clearly see two snow-white, plump, round, full breasts, almost bursting out. With my intentional pushing, her high, large breasts were squeezed into a deep cleavage, the fragrant scent of her breasts and her own body making me excited and restless.

“Don’t talk back. These are the rules of the Farrell family. Even if you cook the food perfectly, I’m still going to eat you.”

As I spoke, my left hand, which was wrapped around Xue’s waist, moved down the hem of her apron, touching her fair and shapely thigh. My restless right hand, meanwhile, reached forward from her bare back, slipping inside the apron to cover her large breasts, caressing those heavy, round mounds.

Xue nervously gripped the hem of her apron, twisting her hands back and forth. Although she didn’t loosen the straps, she did rummage through the apron, and her full breasts immediately broke free from its confinement, proudly bouncing out.

“No, no… I really just want to do something properly…”

Xue seemed to want to shake her head in resistance, but as her nipples and thighs were caressed, she kept letting out soft moans.

I kissed Xue’s fragrant lips, stroking the inside of her thigh with one hand and kneading her round breasts with the other. Ah Xue's breasts were large and elastic, truly a gift from heaven to men. I gently pinched them with two fingers, and in the blink of an eye, her tender nipples hardened.

"What's the point? You can't do anything anyway, so let me just do it to you."

I mocked, my eyes searching for a target. Finding a suitable spot, I picked Ah Xue up and made her lie face down on the platform by the stove, which was supposed to be a cutting board, her plump, round buttocks raised high.

Ah Xue tried to struggle several times, but I held her slender waist tightly, and she could only reluctantly lie down. I pulled her floral panties down to her calves and began to ravage her plump, round buttocks, caressing and kneading them gently. I could feel the smooth, bouncy texture in my hands, tender and moist.

Under my caresses, Ah Xue let out a few soft moans and unconsciously moved her plump, white buttocks closer to my palm. In this way, her two ripe, peach-like mounds fell into my hands, allowing me to caress and knead them as I pleased.

My fingers lingered between her two soft, white buttocks, gently caressing the fleshy labia at the shallow crevice. The continuous stimulation caused not only her moist vulva to gush with nectar, but even her delicate anus petals to react, blooming open in the gentle caress.

"Ah Xue, how's Master's cooking? Not every chef can create such a fragrant nectar!"

I boasted, showing Ah Xue my fingers, now dripping with her juices. She didn't answer, only lowering her head, revealing her voluptuous body.

From this angle, Ah Xue's figure was curvaceous, her thick fox fur adding to her allure; her skin was crystal clear, and her large, high breasts with their rosy nipples, pressed against the cooking surface, created a sensual silhouette.

Her plump, white, and round buttocks were smooth, delicate, and large—between her voluptuous legs, her protruding vulva and pubic hair soaked in nectar were all exquisite objects that ignited my lust.

Then, I suddenly remembered something. Ah Xue's constitution was unusual; after each use of dark magic, her lust would surge uncontrollably, and her breasts would gradually produce milk. I wondered what she was doing today…

"Ah Xue, why didn't you express any milk today?"

While we were talking, I inserted my penis into the hot opening of her vulva, rubbing it with the sticky nectar as a preparatory lubrication.

Her sensitive vulva was gently tapped, and Ah Xue's body tensed. One hand gripped my shoulder tightly, and she whispered, "I already expressed some after practicing this morning…"

I touched the soft fox hair on her vulva, which was already covered in slippery nectar. Then, I lightly touched her labia with my fingers, rubbing the oozing nectar onto her anus, following the lines, circling it again and again.

"Oh? How come you're so obedient, squeezing it out willingly? Did you really let Violet have it all?"

"No, it's because Master asked me to squeeze it out and leave it, so it's all... Ouch!"

Seeing her blushing, pretty face, I couldn't resist any longer. I aimed my penis at her already wet anus and thrust it in with a "whoosh," plunging it all the way in, reaching deep into Ah Xue's anus. I felt the warmth and slipperiness inside her anus, gripping my penis tightly—it felt so good.

I moved in and out of her anus rapidly, and Ah Xue groaned loudly, clenching my penis tightly, gripping it firmly with the intense rhythm of her contractions.

The hem of her apron, damp with oozing nectar, clung to Ah Xue's thighs. Following the angle of her prone position, I slapped and pushed against her snow-white buttocks, trying to lift them high. Then, taking advantage of the gaps between her round, fragrant buttocks as she raised and lowered them, I thrust upwards forcefully. Her plump buttocks collided rapidly with my thighs, making a "smack, smack" sound.

"That's so exhilarating, Ah Xue! What kind of dish would this be now?"

Faced with my teasing, Ah Xue, overwhelmed by pleasure, couldn't say anything. She simply bent her beautiful legs, her slender waist swaying gracefully, her buttocks bobbing up and down, forgetting all restraint, frequently letting out excited and proud moans.

"Ha, if I'd known it would be this fun in the kitchen, we should have practiced our cooking skills on the way back from the South, don't you think?"

Amidst the teasing, Ah Xue tossed her long hair, her empty hands finally clutching the apron squeezed between her breasts. Her eyes were languid, she moaned, and her snowy buttocks throbbed rapidly backward. I knew her climax was imminent. I gripped her plump, white buttocks tightly and thrust my penis deeper.

When Ah Xue reached her climax, I could no longer hold back—thick streams of semen, like a raging torrent, shot densely into her anus.

Ah Xue cried out in pleasure, eagerly turning her head, only to have me open her small mouth wide and kiss her deeply. Her snowy, fleshy buttocks trembled incessantly, her anus swallowing every last drop of my semen.

Our two bodies lay pressed together, tightly intertwined, neither wanting to be separated from the other…

After a long while, it was already late at night when we left the kitchen. I pushed open the door and went outside. Seeing no one was there, I let Xue come out, relieved. She

was only wearing a wrinkled apron, the pink fabric stained with a mess of soup and filth. I practically dragged her out of the kitchen.

The floral underpants she had been wearing earlier, which had been hanging on her legs during our lovemaking, were now soaking wet, and she refused to put them back on. So, she was left in the kitchen, where I, driven by lust, had to have my way with her again.

Having an old servant who had served the family for three generations was truly fortunate. Uncle Fu, familiar with the Farrell family's ways, cleared out all the servants outside after I followed Xue into the kitchen, forbidding anyone from the manor from going there. Having served my grandfather, he must have known how to handle "kitchen mode."

Thankfully, otherwise, Ah Xue, clutching her apron and desperately trying to cover her bare bottom with her tail and paws, wouldn't have known how to get from the kitchen to the bathroom. As we shared a large tub, taking a hot bath, I told Ah Xue about the Farrell family's history. For example, when I was a child, my family used to have a large marble bathroom, but it was later demolished and sold due to the family's decline.

"Then... are there any portraits? In novels, every earl's mansion has portraits, right?"

Most noble families would collect portraits of their past masters and mistresses. If it was a hereditary wealthy family, there would be a long gallery-like corridor filled with portraits of their ancestors. The master would often lead distinguished guests through the corridor, reminiscing about their ancestors' achievements and boasting about their family's status.

The Farrell family also had such things, especially since my grandfather had a passion for painting and left behind quite a few works. However, due to lack of funds for maintenance, they were packed away and thrown into the cellar eight hundred years ago.

I dampened a towel with hot water and wiped Ah Xue's plump, high breasts. The water droplets trembled, and seeing her pleased expression, I smiled and said, "If you like, I'll take you to see her sometime."

"Okay, it's a deal! I've always wanted to see what the mistress of the Farrell family is like!"

Ah Xue's expression was quite delighted when she mentioned "mistress." Suddenly, I felt a surge of irritation, disgust, and even a little guilt. I didn't know what our more distant ancestors were like, but from my grandfather onwards, I only knew that the Farrell family had women, but no mistress. So when I vaguely sensed Ah Xue's expectation, a strong sense of revulsion began to disturb my peace of mind.

"Master, have you been troubled by some pretty girl lately? Ah Xue can tell."

Ah Xue's voice was delicate and melodious, but to me, it was a surge of anger. Although I couldn't deny that Ah Xue was important to me, and I doted on her because of it, my actions were none of her business. If she couldn't understand this, then she needed to be taught a "appropriate" lesson.

Just as I was about to speak, Ah Xue suddenly lunged at me. Amidst the splashing water, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her head against my face, and her two smooth, plump, white breasts pressed against my chest, rippling with moisture.

"That station maid must be a very good person, right? To be able to make Master worry about her like this, she's much better than Ah Xue..."

The logic of this statement was completely nonsensical. Sister Yueying is certainly a good person, but if we're talking about the degree of concern, Leng Linglan also makes me worry about her a lot, to the point where I wish she would be gang-raped and turned into a slut. What does that bitch have to do with being good or bad?

However, I couldn't detect a trace of jealousy in Ah Xue's words, which was different from what I had guessed. Coupled with the pleasurable sensation of her incredibly elastic, high breasts rubbing against my chest, I put aside my plan to "teach her a lesson."

Late into the night, as I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, recalling the scene in the bathhouse, a curious thought suddenly occurred to me: when Ayumi snuggled up to hug me, I couldn't see her expression, but what was it like?

My casual flings with Ayumi relieved my stress, but they did nothing to solve the problem. Time flew by, and the smooth progress made me almost forget something crucial: the arrival of Ishtar's envoy was still delayed.

After days of discussion, all the participating nations now firmly believed that the Black Magic Nation of Ishtar and the strongest wizard, the Black Dragon King, were intricately connected. With Ishtar's Sancias descending, it would be difficult to make a definitive decision. To

exert pressure, I even deliberately brought up the topic, questioning whether Ishtar was conspiring with the Black Dragon Society, or whether the Black Dragon Society was actually an organization secretly supported by Ishtar. Once the immense international pressure subsided, the envoys who had participated in the meeting leaked information, revealing that unrest had occurred in Ishtar in recent days. The scale and cause were unclear, but it had caused considerable damage, delaying Narcissa's departure from Sara, which was supposed to arrive much

earlier. At this crucial juncture, unrest within Ishtar naturally raised negative suspicions, but due to Ishtar's demands, the matter was kept secret.

Finally, ten days after His Majesty the King secretly gave me his orders, while I was chatting with Sister Yueying, I suddenly received news that the Ishtar delegation had arrived, led by the internationally renowned "Purple Narcissus," and was slowly entering the city. His Majesty the King had specifically ordered a grand welcome.

Admittedly, as a member of the Alibuda army, having to go out and greet the Ishtar people was a very embarrassing matter. Some soldiers with strong nationalistic sentiments might even consider this a lifelong disgrace, vowing to utterly humiliate the Ishtar dogs on the battlefield in the future.

I don't have such a strong sense of patriotism, but I did feel somewhat displeased. However, there was nothing I could do, because this was a peace conference. If the people of Sara rioted and did something bad because we didn't show up to greet them, it would be a disaster. Our two countries have been at war for years; ask any family in Sara, and you'll find that someone within the fourth degree of kinship has surely died in battles against a foreign power.

It's the leadership of a nation that starts a war, it's the same people who shake hands with their century-old enemy to make peace, and it's the same people who unilaterally break the alliance and start a war. But it's always the soldiers on the battlefield who suffer… and the civilians who are about to become soldiers.

Putting aside the grand principles, just for Narcissus's reputation for beauty, I was willing to make this trip. Moreover, to show respect, most of the envoys from the participating countries accompanied His Majesty Leng Qiji out of the palace to greet them; what room did we subordinates have to say anything?

If the purpose of the conference was to form an alliance, then Ryan Buffett was undoubtedly the leader of that alliance. To demonstrate his dignity and prestige as the leader of the alliance, he could have easily sat at the conference table, waiting for the Ishtar people to enter, to show his power. However, he chose to personally greet them with us, even letting His Majesty Leng Qiji walk at the front.

In public, this showed his respect for political etiquette; Ryan, despite being the head of a major power, did not try to dominate or overshadow the host country. In private, it showed his respect for his wife and father, as Yueying's husband. His performance, both in public and private, was impeccable. The combination of strong domineering presence and gentle approach made him a leader of exceptional talent, no wonder the Golden Flower Federation had prospered for the past twelve years. If it weren't for his enormous flaw, I think…

But thinking about it is useless. When I arrived at the city gate with the group, I saw a stranger beside Ryan.

Not exactly a stranger, but this giant wielding a scimitar had helped me eliminate the assassins who were playing aerial acrobatics a few days ago.

"Oh, this man comes from a desert tribe and is a top figure in the tracking industry. He currently serves as Ryan's secret bodyguard."

Mao Yan'an, noticing my confusion, began to explain, "See that scimitar he's holding? It's a unique weapon of the desert tribes, cunning and unpredictable, with a bell on the hilt that creates strange noises during battle, disturbing the mind. After arriving in the Golden Flower Federation, he made a name for himself with this scimitar, known as 'Bellblade Hui Xiuchu.'"

"Wait, uncle, what did you say his name was?"

"Hui Xiuchu."

"Including his nickname?"

"Bellblade Hui Xiuchu."

"Hmm... that's a very imposing name, but why does it give me such a bad feeling?"

"That's normal. The industry unanimously recognizes him as a dangerous figure who strikes fear into the hearts of all. Everyone who hears his name remembers to warn their homes to be careful with fire."

I shrugged, ignoring this bellblade-wielding man who seemed to curse people to burn down their houses, and focused my attention on the Ishtar team entering the city.

The animals pulling the wagons weren't horses, but camels used by the Ishtar Cavalry, extremely rare in the southern kingdoms, immediately eliciting a series of gasps from the crowd.

Compared to the previous thousand-strong procession, the Ishtar people were much more restrained this time, with only eight wagons and fewer than twenty people in total. However, the three wagons in the middle weren't for passengers, but for cargo. As these three wagons entered the city gate, even those with high martial arts skills like Ryan, Leng Linglan, and Hui Xiuchu paled. I was wondering what was wrong when the caravan arrived before us, and now even I knew what the problem was.

A strange smell mixed with blood permeated the caravan. I could smell it; it was the stench of enemy heads being pickled and preserved on the battlefield. In other words, those three wagons weren't carrying luggage, but...

This Ishtar delegation was probably more than half high-ranking wizards, each wearing cloaks and scarves covering their faces. Despite the sweltering heat, they exuded a chilling aura.

A masked envoy pulled back the tarpaulins covering the three trailers, revealing three carts full of human heads. Some were already pickled, some were still dripping blood, and some even had their eyes open, glaring angrily. Clearly, they had been recently severed, and judging by the timeline, it was undoubtedly done within our territory.

The horrific scene conveyed a sense of impending doom, and the atmosphere became incredibly tense. The high-ranking officials of the various nations exchanged bewildered glances. Leng Linglan looked at His Majesty with barely suppressed anger, hoping to gain her father's permission to take action to uphold national dignity. However, His Majesty remained noncommittal, instead turning his gaze to his son-in-law to his right rear, the implication of which was clear.

Just as the situation reached a stalemate, someone in the Ishtar camp suddenly lifted their hood, revealing a long, brilliant, fiery red head of hair, and stepped forward from the crowd.

"Princess! You..."

The group of wizards beside her seemed about to stop her, but she stopped them all with a slight wave of her hand, forcing them to step aside.

This single gesture alone demonstrated her supreme authority within the Ishtar delegation, and the few times she had addressed them earlier made her identity even clearer.

Approaching the crowd, she removed the veil covering her face, revealing her features, causing everyone to gasp inwardly.

What a stunning beauty, captivating and mesmerizing!

Around twenty-one or twenty-two years old, her incredibly pale, smooth skin, fiery red hair, and amethyst-like, exquisite eyes clearly indicated her Ishtar lineage. Delicate earlobes adorned with crescent-shaped earrings, her hazy, alluring eyes, and the languid charm on her face exuded an irresistible allure, creating an indescribable and unique charm.

Although she wore a thick cloak, obscuring her figure, as she slowly approached us, her delicate steps seemed meticulously designed. With each step, her hips swayed in a subtle, rhythmic motion, reminiscent of the passionate movements of lovers. Her occasional light licking of her red lips further convinced us that she was a seductive and alluring beauty.

Every movement exuded a powerful sensuality; not only the men present, but even Leng Linglan herself, a beautiful woman, would likely feel a jolt of fear at her boldness and bewitched by her allure.

Generally, "alluring" is an adjective reserved for middle-aged and older women, as less mature women often lack the resources to captivate hearts. However, if one were to find an alluring young woman, I think she would be a perfect example, especially when her gaze met that of the spirited Leng Linglan; the fleeting, sinister glint in her eyes perfectly embodied the word "seductive."

"Everyone, I think there's a misunderstanding between us. May I explain?"

With this sentence as the starting point, the most charming of the seven famous flowers, the Purple Narcissus, began to leave a deep impression on my memory.

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