Alibuda Chronicles Volume 10: Chapter 2 The Apron-Clad Maid

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Climbing mountains on a sunny day is most beneficial to both body and mind; however, under certain circumstances, it can sometimes become a torment.

When we escorted Sister Yueying on her outing, upon reaching the entrance to the mountain path, she politely declined the dignified enjoyment of being carried up in a sedan chair like most noblewomen, insisting on doing it herself. With unparalleled elegance, she gently lifted her long skirt and quickly ascended the steps.

In the dazzling sunlight, looking from behind, the hem of her swaying, flowing silk skirt revealed her long, shapely, and beautifully rounded legs. Because she had never practiced martial arts, her leg curves weren't as muscular as those of the Feathered Clan women, whose legs were known for their beauty, but they were delicate and well-proportioned, equally captivating.

Some sections of the steps leading up the mountain were quite steep. I deliberately walked behind Yueying, a few steps behind, and through her snow-white long skirt, I could see her beautiful, fragrant buttocks swaying from side to side with each step. Looking up, the hem of her skirt revealed glimpses of her fair, delicate calves. Although I couldn't see much, with the sunlight providing a close-up view, I

could make out that her undergarments... seemed to be milky white. All the way up, I was filled with these speculations and voyeuristic glances, gazing at Yueying's shapely, smooth legs. As I climbed the steps, the faster my pace, the faster my heart raced. When I reached the end of the long staircase, I was so excited I almost had a nosebleed.

At the top of this elegant hill, surrounded by evergreen trees, stood a simple, six-tiered, hexagonal tower. From the sixth floor, one could overlook most of the city of Sara, a favorite spot for tourists to stop and admire the view.

Yueying, accompanied by several maids, went to the sixth floor to cool off and enjoy the scenery. I was downstairs giving some instructions to the guards when I overheard some interesting news.

Ever since Yueying's marriage, Leng Linglan had been the most beautiful woman in Alibuda, and the men of Sara City dared to say it openly but secretly harbored endless fantasies. It wasn't until Yueying's return that everyone flocked to see the Moon Goddess's beauty, which overshadowed her. Recently, the hottest topics of discussion among countless men in Sara City, besides Lady Yueying, were the upcoming arrival of "Purple Fairy" Narcissus, completely forgetting about Leng Linglan, who had held the title of "Best Sexual Fantasy Object" for seven years.

However, things have changed in the last few days. Someone started talking about a new legend of a dreamlike beauty, which has begun to spread like wildfire in Sara.

It is said that someone saw a beautiful, ethereal young woman, dressed in a pale yellow dress, strolling through the quiet streets at midnight, bathed in moonlight. Every man who saw her was haunted by dreams afterward, waking up long afterward with a lingering sense of longing. Because everyone was so captivated by her beauty, no one saw which direction she went; they simply excitedly spread this fantastical legend the next day.

Why did such a stunning beauty suddenly appear? Where did this girl come from? Where did she live? Why couldn't anyone in Sara recognize her? Why was she walking the streets in the middle of the night? Was she searching for someone?

These speculations added a layer of mystery to the beautiful legend, making it even more captivating. Within days, the noble youths of Sara were driven mad. Their conversations at gatherings, besides the progress of the peace talks, revolved around how to find this lost girl.

These vivid descriptions sounded somewhat absurd, but to me, this woman really did seem like Sister Yueying. Because… we guards are the best example. Even though we see her frequently every day recently, we always manage to suppress that breathtaking, mesmerizing feeling when we first see her. If this woman is indeed Sister Yueying, we don't think the legend is an exaggeration at all.

But why would Sister Yueying be out wandering around in the middle of the night? Before I could take any action, the incredibly curious Mao Yan'an had already secretly extracted information from her, questioning Sister Yueying's personal maids. The answer he got was that the First Lady, after being escorted back to her residence each day, never left again.

If they were right, it couldn't be Yueying. That made sense; what kind of decorum would it be for the First Lady of a great nation to wander around alone in the middle of the night? Of course, her coming to see me that evening was an expression of a sister's concern for her long-absent brother, which was another matter.

In any case, this dreamlike beauty had indeed piqued my interest. Once I finished my current business, I would definitely find a way to find her and see what kind of stunningly beautiful woman

she was. Listening to the guards' stories, I almost forgot my most important task. I hurriedly went up to the sixth floor of the tower, where Yueying was leaning against a pillar, overlooking the city below, letting the breeze blow through her golden hair. When she saw me, she gave me a slight smile. I walked up to her, trying my best not to show anything unusual, and talked to her normally. Unlike before, I would casually touch Yueying's fingers or arm during our conversation.

Romantic relationships between men and women often blossom from hugs, kisses, and light touches. The more opportunities for physical contact, the more familiar two people become, and feelings develop.

Because of our childhood friendship, Sister Yueying was completely unguarded with me. She seemed to regard our somewhat frequent touches as childish mischief, not taking them to heart at all. Even when I pretended to accidentally hold her delicate, snow-white hand and then deliberately refused to let go, she only showed a slight surprise, followed by a small smile, and then ignored it. How could she have imagined that the man beside her harbored wicked intentions?

To carry out this grand plan of stealing a kiss, there couldn't be any outsiders interfering. Otherwise, if my intention to seduce the First Lady of the Golden Flower Federation was exposed, His Majesty the King, who was already planning to discard me after using me, would surely order my execution immediately.

Those maids who had received martial arts training and were ordered to serve Yueying were assigned to rest on the fifth floor, temporarily setting aside their duties of protecting the First Lady. This was certainly Yueying's thoughtfulness, but as I got to know her better after our reunion, I had a different feeling.

Although Yueying's personality was easygoing and gentle, she was actually a woman who loved quiet and disliked lively atmospheres. Although she treated her maids well, she never had her own trusted servants or clever maids like other wealthy ladies.

Thinking back to eleven years ago, apart from her two sisters, I had never heard her mention being particularly close to anyone; it seemed that even after marrying into the Golden Finch Federation, despite spending several years together day and night, she probably had

n't confided in these close maids. With such a personality and such a marriage, she must have been very lonely all these years. So why could Sister Yueying still smile so gently, without showing any displeasure?

My mind was momentarily distracted, and I didn't hear what Yueying said clearly, only to be given a gentle glance by her with a smile.

"Sister, I was just thinking about something else..."

"It's nothing. I was just asking you, you promised that after I got married, you would take care of the flowers and plants I left in the palace. But when I came back and asked, I found out you haven't been to the palace in a long time."

"My father went to the border, and you got married, sister. The two people who could take me to the palace are gone. I'm useless, I only managed to become a lowly soldier in the Imperial Guard, and I was only recently promoted. How could I be qualified to enter the palace? Sister, don't you know? There are so many noble people in the palace, but very few of them like me."

Hearing me complain, Yueying frowned slightly and sighed softly, "Really? How did it become like this? I remember when we were little, you and Lanlan were very close, and you often played together. How come everything changed after I left?"

Although I tried my best to tell myself that these words were just my imagination, I was still frightened. The Lanlan that Sister Yueying mentioned, no matter how I think about it, can only be one person. Although I have a bad memory, with Sister Yueying's marriage, the impressions of our time together are only vague. But wait, isn't this just too absurd?

Me and that bitch Leng Linglan were once very close, always hanging out together?

I've rarely encountered such an ridiculous joke in my life. If someone went to tell Leng Linglan that she and I were once unfortunate childhood sweethearts, that person would probably be cleaved in two by her blade!

Because this passage was so shocking, I was about to ask what kind of joke it was when I unexpectedly caught a glimpse of an even more shocking scene and froze.

The weather was sweltering today. Although we were standing at the top of the tower with a constant breeze, we couldn't stop the sweat from pouring down our bodies. As Yueying fanned herself and closed her eyes to enjoy the coolness, I glimpsed through her loose neckline that her pale yellow bodice was tightly binding two full, snowy mounds.

From this angle, although I couldn't see the tender pink buds, the snow-white, soft, rounded lines already stirred a

burning desire within me. I kept shifting my position, staring at the thin straps of the pale yellow bodice, repeatedly imagining what captivating sight I would see if I untied those straps.

"Um... little brother, you..." Coming to her senses, Yueying blushed slightly, clearly realizing my awkwardness, but it quickly transformed into a strange, ambiguous smile, possessing both a girlish reserve and a woman's boldness, creating an indescribable charm.

Although somewhat embarrassed, I suddenly wanted to know how Yueying truly viewed me.

That day at the Earl's mansion gate, I had unexpectedly kissed her, yet she didn't react much. Any other woman would have screamed after the initial shock, or even burst into tears if she were more innocent. But Yueying was like an older sister forgiving her misbehaving brother; aside from a smile, she showed no sign of blaming me.

This was certainly good, but on the other hand, it also seemed inappropriate. What I need to do now is to make Yueying realize that I am a grown man she can rely on, not a little brother who has to depend on her for care all day long. If her impression doesn't change, my plan will hit a bottleneck.

Today's attack wasn't exactly a success, but at least it was a satisfactory start. If I had plenty of time, I might as well take it slow. I would really enjoy spending time with Yueying. Unfortunately, what I lack most is time. Just as I was feeling lost and helpless, Mao Yan'an secretly came to talk to me.

“Nephew, this can’t go on. You usually seem quite adept at handling women, managing to charm Xueya and that clever little girl so well. I thought you were a master of the pleasure quarters, a Casanova. Why are you so slow this time?”

“Hooking up women? What do you take me for? I’ve never been bothered by this kind of thing before…”

“Why?”

I spread my hands, saying, “When a bunch of rich, powerful, and violent men get together, do they even need to pick up women? If your neighbor was a milkman, and you had to raise cows and milk them every day, people would laugh at you.”

This is the unfortunate truth. I do frequent places of ill repute, and among my friends, there are many who claim to have slept with a thousand different women. However, having slept with many women doesn’t mean you’re a master at picking up women. As long as you have powerful backers, you won’t be punished for breaking the law, and with a strong sex drive, aren’t all the women on the street just for you to pick up?

So, when I tried to revert to the normal dynamics of male-female interaction, I felt completely lost. My past experiences with women were practically nonexistent; I'd only ever encountered either sluts or women who had been corrupted into sluts. My relationships with Ah Xue and Zhi Zhi had improved somewhat, but they weren't exactly normal either.

"Hmm, that makes sense. Okay, whatever comes your way, I'm on your side. Take this; it'll definitely give you a winning start." Without further ado, Mao Yan'an shoved a can into my hand, leaving me speechless the moment I saw it.

"Uncle, you stole my concoction of aphrodisiacs again? These things are meant to be sold, and you just took them without a word. What... wait, what are you going to do with these aphrodisiacs?"

"To make soup. What man doesn't add something to his soup? How can you drink Moon Cherry Soup without adding something?" Seeing my ugly expression, Mao Yan'an asked curiously, "Don't like this? Then we can try another method. Tomorrow we'll find a dark alley, bring Lady Moon Cherry there, and you can knock her unconscious with a stick in the dark, take off your pants, and go for it. I'll hold her hands or feet down for you... uh, you don't have to hit her if you don't like it..."

Through violence, I made the uncle understand that this method wouldn't work and we had to find another way. Sister Moon Cherry has always been the woman I admire most. Although I'm trying to break through this relationship, I don't want to use dark methods to defile this woman who lives in the sanctuary of my heart.

Although Mao Yan'an's way of dating, often hunting for women on the street and having one-night stands, can't be called normal, he is indeed much more experienced than me in general interactions between men and women. When we calmed down, he offered his sincere advice.

"Chasing girls isn't about being a clown. Intimacy and trust alone aren't enough. You have to project a heroic image, letting Yueying Tang know you're a strong, capable spoon, not a soft, useless piece of trash."

Mao Yan'an's manner was a bit strange, but with a little translation, his basic intention was the same as mine.

"Looking at all the humans on Earth, finding a stronger, more domineering, more heroic man than Baili Xiongshi is generally impossible. Luckily, he doesn't know how to cherish himself, indulging in casual homosexual relationships, driving his wife to the brink of insatiable desire, which is a boon for you, you lecherous little rooster."

A series of sarcastic remarks, not only insulting without using profanity but also rhyming, was quite a skill of this delinquent middle-aged man.

Finally, following his advice, I actively participated in the inter-nation talks while chatting with Yueying about my travel experiences.

Given my class and status, I had no say in the peace talks, but when discussing dealing with the Black Dragon Society, as an enemy intelligence advisor, I carried some weight. By saying carefully chosen words at opportune moments, I could subtly influence the views and decisions of the high-ranking officials from various countries present.

To ensure my success at the conference, I secretly put in a lot of effort. Through Uncle Fu's connections with the military, I obtained a large amount of classified military information. I also sought out Mao Yan'an, whose travel experience enriched my understanding of the participating countries. Only then could I clearly explain the Black Dragon Society's growth and the harm it would cause to each nation, providing compelling evidence that convinced the representatives of all countries to agree.

Many times, even I knew that the military tactics I loudly advocated to deliberately frame the Black Dragon Society were so flawed as to be almost absurd, and I was ridiculed by allied generals on several occasions. However, I did have some substantial and brilliant achievements, such as the Battle of Ahurama and the Battle of Martin Legin Fortress. To other countries unaware of the inside story, they only saw my military tactics as ingenious and unpredictable, even surpassing my father's. So, even though they were already criticizing my errors, a few disdainful laughs and some sophistry from me made them lose their heads and dare not stick to their own opinions.

Those who use sophistry may not have any real reason, but at the desk, whoever has the loudest voice usually wins. When every participant has their own selfish desires, how can they see the truth? In the end, the result was that I, who championed the war, received the most attention from all countries, and my status rose accordingly. I became more conspicuous than Leng Linglan, who took a conservative stance, and even Sister Yueying told me that I was becoming more and more like a great person.

As for my meeting with Sister Yueying, I made the most of every moment. Besides discussing my travel experiences, my words revealed ambition, and we also talked about art, poetry, and folk songs. Sister Yueying is a woman indifferent to luxury, but conversations related to art and literature always managed to pique her interest.

I was even surprised because, once the conversation started, the usually quiet and peaceful Sister Yueying became so enthusiastic, actively engaging me in conversation about the opera currently being performed at the Golden Flower Open-Air Theater. Her expression was so focused and eager, even radiating a vibrant glow.

Sister Yueying gradually revealed a different side of her; similarly, my image in her eyes was constantly changing. This was evidenced by the loss of her composure when we made physical contact, replaced by increasingly obvious shyness, confusion, and a hint of barely concealed apprehension.

Progress in this area is satisfactory, but aside from that, the numerous official duties still give me a headache. Every day is filled with mountains of things to do, and only after I've dealt with all these troublesome matters can I drag my weary body back to the Marquis's mansion, which I've finally managed to return to.

Back at the Marquis's mansion, besides resting, I also want to talk to someone. And who would I talk to? Of course, I'd talk to Ah Xue.

These past few days have been non-stop, with no chance to catch my breath. Dealing with security, inciting hostility towards the Black Dragon Society from various countries, and also busy chasing girls—one thing after another. I barely managed to finish my official duties before being dragged away by His Majesty the King's secret envoy at my doorstep, demanding an update on the progress. I only get two or three hours of sleep at home before having to work again.

This continuous toil has left me no time to flirt with Ah Xue, not even a chance to see her. Thinking about it, I've really been neglecting myself. As soon as I stepped into the Marquis's mansion, I was eager to relax.

It was past magic class time, but I couldn't find Ah Xue in her room. Puzzled, I asked her what was wrong, and learned that she'd been pestering Uncle Fu with questions these past few days. Knowing I'd be back early, she'd borrowed the kitchen and gone inside to get something done.

I chuckled, knowing Ah Xue would be disappointed once she entered the kitchen. Although the Farrell family held a title, they weren't like typical noble families, living lavishly with numerous servants and cooks. Since my eccentric father took over, the manor had fallen into financial straits and decline. We dismissed all the servants; at our worst, only Uncle Fu, a few old servants, and a gardener remained.

The gardener wasn't kept to trim the plants—no one was interested anyway—and the dilapidated manor was overgrown with weeds, providing ample hiding places for enemies. The gardener's purpose was to repeatedly repair the worn-out doors, windows, and furniture.

As for the cook, he had been laid off many years ago. Uncle Fu had arranged with a small eatery three streets away, where the Duke's mansion would provide meals daily on a monthly basis. So, when Ah Xue entered the kitchen, she probably saw nothing but dust and rotten utensils.

However, I still underestimated this silly girl's abilities. When I stood at the kitchen door and pushed it open, the place, which should have been covered in dust and looked like ruins, was spotless, showing no signs of having been abandoned for nearly ten years.

I heard Ah Xue went in two hours ago. What cleaning methods did she use to clean it like this? I was really curious. Even if she was very diligent, there was no way she could have cleaned the roof so thoroughly.

"Hey! Ah Xue, where did you go?"

"Ah! Master, why are you back so soon? Don't come in!"

Her delicate voice was filled with obvious panic, but I ignored her protest and stepped inside. I circled the corner of the kitchen and saw Ah Xue busy alone.

"Oh..."

The moment I saw Ah Xue, my breath caught in my throat, and a burning desire ignited within me.

It was a truly fiery sight that made my chest tingle!

The pretty little fox girl, with her protruding, snow-white breasts and round, plump buttocks, her jade-like body almost entirely naked, wore only a plain white floral underpants with a pink apron tied in front, the thin straps crossing and knotting at the back. The rest of her body was completely naked before my eyes.

If she were a human woman, this would be no different from being naked, but Ah Xue's wrists, calves, and lower back were still covered with fine white fox fur, and a fluffy fox tail swayed restlessly behind her buttocks.

Her unusual appearance, far from being unattractive, actually possessed an alluring charm, especially her bare, lotus-like arms and the white thighs peeking out from under her apron—they were truly beautiful.

"Master, you…you turn your head away first, I haven't finished getting things ready yet…"

"Shut up! Who gave you permission to be so disrespectful to your master? Shut your mouth, let your master take a good look and see if you've gained weight lately."

Indeed, these past few days, I'd been mesmerized by Sister Yueying's beauty, forgetting that there was also the Winter Snow Fairy at home, equally stunning. What I was seeing now reminded me of that fact.

While her lotus-like arms and thighs were beautiful, at this juncture, who had the mind to look at thighs? Of course, all my attention was focused on that pink apron.

This apron isn't some designer brand; it's just a cheap, poorly made street stall item. I'm not a fetishist, at least not... the kind of maniac who would push a woman aside and grab her underwear to have sex. The reason I'm staring at the apron, not at her shoulders and thighs, is because...

how could such a small apron possibly cover Ah Xue's towering 38H breasts?

"Ah Xue, can you cook? Why are you suddenly wearing this? Who taught you?"

Under my questioning, Ah Xue, who was already a stranger, blushed and whispered, "Because... Master has been working very hard lately, busy with important things all day. I wanted to make you feel a little more relaxed, so I wanted to cook something nice for Master."

Something nice? Indeed, seeing those two full, white steamed buns on your chest, I actually swallowed a few times.

"I don't object to you cooking, but why are you dressed like this?"

At first, I thought it was Ah Xue's way of trying to please me, but upon closer inspection, with her simple mind, she couldn't possibly know the significance of a naked apron to men; there must be something strange about it.

"People say that cooking while wearing this makes the food taste especially delicious."

"People? Who told you that? It must be our lecherous Uncle Mao Yan'an again, right?"

"No, it was Uncle Fu. This morning I asked him how to make you happy, and he said to win a man's heart through his stomach. Then he gave me this apron, saying that all the mistresses of the Farrell family have cooked like this."

The word "mistress" made me uncomfortable, but seeing Ah Xue's pretentious figure covering her chest and buttocks, I temporarily put it aside.

Ha, no wonder Uncle Fu has served three generations of the Farrell family; he really understands my intentions and knows how to do me a big favor. But my perverted father has never brought a woman home to cook; I guess that's mostly my grandfather's scandalous affair.

Xue asked me curiously why the Farrell family had such strange traditions. I smiled and replied, inwardly sighing that this little fox didn't understand the danger. Each generation of the Farrell family head had their own preferences, and many had particularly heavy tastes. If we went back fifty years, when my grandfather's wife cooked wearing a naked apron, she would definitely have had a collar around her neck.

"Huh? Every Farrell lady cooks like this. Did Master's mother do it like this too?"

I knew this was just a casual remark; Xue didn't mean to pry, but she still couldn't hide the dark emotions in her heart. In that instant, my gaze must have been very sharp. Xue, who had been smiling and about to say something, shrank back, turned around, and continued her cooking.

A strange silence remained between us for a while, allowing the tension to ease.

During that time, as I stared at Xue's back from behind, I suddenly had a strange feeling, the kind that every bachelor has when he sees a woman cooking in his own kitchen.

I'm not a woman, so I really can't understand women's psychology. Eating is just a necessity, and cooking is the same. It's really hard to understand why some women can hum a song and wag their tails while cooking.

Such a sexy nude apron makes a woman's figure immediately apparent, and not every woman can wear it. For example, Yu Hong's breasts, when wearing this apron, appear flat and somewhat disappointing.

However, on Xue, it's a sight that ignites desire. The small apron can't hide her 38h high, large breasts at all; on the contrary, those plump, white nipples can't withstand the apron's restraint, and most of her snow-white skin has already broken free from the fabric's cover and is exposed.

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