Alibuda Chronicles Volume 10: Chapter 8 Rainbow Lotus Steps

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I rushed to the shop's entrance, only to bump into Leng Linglan. Luckily, I was at one end of the street, and she was at the other. The scene was chaotic, and if it weren't for her excellent eyesight, she wouldn't have seen me at all. Even so, there were at least several hundred people between us, so even if she saw my back, she wouldn't have been able to catch up.

"John Farrell? What are you doing here?" "

I'm soliciting a prostitute. It's normal physical contact. Is it bothering you?"

The two of us shouted from a distance. I didn't turn around. Leng Linglan recognizing me actually had its advantages. Since she didn't actively order an interception, how could the Imperial Guard officers who recognized me dare to stop me? They let me carry her and break through the encirclement in such a suspicious manner.

When I finally managed to run out with Yueying in my arms, far away from the crowd and the people in my way, I rushed into the nearby hotel street, found a trustworthy little inn, and hid in a room. After confirming that I was completely safe, the first thing I did wasn't to catch my breath, but to kneel down and pray.

"God! Please tell me, what did I do wrong?" Until last night, I thought today would be an incredibly fulfilling day. Although I had some inner conflict beforehand, the overwhelming joy of receiving Yueying made me forget all my other hesitations. But I never imagined that this would become the most egregious mistake I've ever made. If

every time I did something bad, I would encounter these kinds of troubles, then not only me, but the entire world would be devoid of any lecher. Every villain who intends to rape a woman would have to ask himself if he could still get an erection after seven consecutive ejaculations, otherwise he would only be able to stare at his prey and sigh. But now, it's finally all settled. No one will bother me. Every woman who might have been in my way, including Yueying herself, has been dealt with.

"Ants work hard in the summer so they can reap the rewards in the winter. That's a story you told me before, sister… Hehe, I've worked so hard for so long, isn't it finally time for the ants to shine?" I've used up all the aphrodisiacs I had, and given my current weakness, ordinary aphrodisiacs probably won't be very effective. To achieve my goal, I had to use a direct but disgusting method.

After a slight hesitation, I used erotic magic to summon two aphrodisiac worms, which I swallowed whole. The worms dissolved instantly in my stomach acid, but the effect was quick; I immediately felt a burning energy reviving within me. After recovering, I slowly walked to the bedside and looked at the beautiful woman lying on it…

curled up on the bed, Yueying's face was as white as her dress. The thin silk satin, as if it had a life of its own, gently clung to her slender, fragrant body, tightly accentuating her full, shapely breasts, slender waist, and firm, jade-like buttocks; her shimmering, captivating golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, exuding an alluring fragrance.

Finally, we'd reached this point. With no obstacles around us, everything felt so real, and I suddenly felt a surge of tension. This tension was something I hadn't felt in almost ten years. Since becoming numb to this kind of crime through practice, the stimulating tension had vanished, so I didn't dislike it; on the contrary, I quite enjoyed it. Under the influence of the drug, Yueying remained fast asleep, completely unaware that her skirt had been pushed up by her turning over, gradually revealing her snow-white thighs, creating a fiery allure for the man before her.

"Huff...huff..." I breathed softly for a few moments, then walked to the bedside, touched Yueying's face, and stroked her delicate, smooth skin. Her serene and beautiful face radiated a goddess-like nobility and elegance. Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she sensed the impending crisis.

Yueying exuded an alluring fragrance, refined and not vulgar, yet upon closer inspection, it was unmistakably the scent of a mature woman.

From this angle, a glimpse of white peeking out from the hem of her silk skirt revealed the color of her undergarments. Before I could even guess the pattern or style of her undergarments, my gaze was drawn to her rounded, fragrant buttocks. The skirt, so form-fitting, accentuated their roundness, the back of the skirt taut with two mounds of flesh.

As if sensing my gaze, Yueying murmured something, but I paid it no mind. However, when I touched the soft, snow-white skin of her thigh, a moment of hesitation crossed my mind. A faint whisper echoed in my memory. Had I… forgotten something? Was

this really what I was going to do?

Once it was done, there was no turning back; we could never return to our innocent relationship. My sister is one of the few people in this world who absolutely trusts me. Could I really betray her trust and do something so irreversible?

Memories of our past interactions flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern. I swallowed countless times, even though I had already made up my mind, even swallowing the potent aphrodisiac. But now, my hands trembled, unable to take that final step.

Suddenly, Yueying rolled over again, the thin straps of her tank top slipping down, revealing a glimpse of her breasts. Although I couldn't see her entire chest yet, most of her snow-white, soft breasts were already exposed. The fiery, sexy sight instantly excited me beyond measure. A surge of heat rushed from my groin to my brain, destroying all my reservations and reluctance.

Perhaps, I was rediscovering once again that Yueying was a beautiful woman, and I was a man who could have her.

Or perhaps… I am merely a lewd and wicked creature, for the excitement in my heart, besides the impending pluck of the most beautiful of the Four Heavenly Maidens, the most important part—is the ability to defile this sister who has cared for me since childhood.

Without hesitation, I placed my hands on Yueying's smooth and alluring snow-white shoulders, carefully feeling her baby-soft skin, letting that delicate sensation travel from my palms to my brain.

I pulled the two thin straps down her arms from her shoulders, slipped them through my hands, and then yanked them to the sides, causing the entire vest to slide down to her waist. In this way, Yueying's upper body was left with only a strapless white lace bra. Unlike the bras commonly worn by women in our country, this delicately made, form-fitting undergarment, popular in the Golden Flower Federation, seemed to better accentuate the beautiful curves of the female body.

I had no time to admire Yueying's beautiful breasts; I was only eager to reach down to her slender lower back, unbutton her clothes, lift her body, and then easily pull her skirt down from her waist to her ankles.

With no external obstruction, now was my time to revel. However, on this very day, filled with eager anticipation and a throbbing pain between my legs, the soft, snow-white skin I touched suddenly trembled slightly.

Accustomed to Yueying's tendency to turn over, I paid it no mind and was about to take my next step when the tremor I felt intensified. Her jade-like leg, which had been under my palm, jerked back completely, faster than I could in my dream. I was terrified, my body stiff as stone. After a long while, I finally managed to turn my head with great difficulty, facing the reality I least wanted to see.

Perhaps the sleeping potion hadn't worked, or perhaps I had delayed too long; Yueying had regained consciousness, her eyes wide open as she looked at me.

Her eyes were still as beautiful as ever, but now held a deep, unfathomable emotion. The only certainty was that the forgiveness and smile I had shown when we met again and she had mistakenly kissed me were gone.

"Why...why did you do this?"

"...Because I really wanted to."

Although I really wanted to kill every single woman selling date rape drugs in Sara City right now, that wouldn't change anything. Even a fool would know what happened after Yueying woke up in the most inappropriate situation, seeing the chaotic scene. Besides, I never underestimated Yueying's intelligence.

From the moment Yueying put her clothes back on, her attitude of refusing to let me touch her again, I knew that from now on, let alone inviting her out, even taking a glass of water from my hand would be a risky and hesitant one. There are many examples of thieves turning into robbers. If drugging fails, then resorting to outright force seems like a good idea, but unfortunately, it's impractical in this situation.

In terms of pure strength, I am absolutely confident in subduing Yueying. However, as the First Lady of the Golden Finch Federation, she carries a special magical amulet. If it breaks, someone will sense it. Therefore, unless I am strong enough to knock her unconscious before she can act, judging by the speed, the roaring Hundred-Mile Lion will take my head within a few breaths after she falls unconscious.

Moreover, even if I had the ability to force her, I doubt I could do it...

After Yueying woke up, she didn't say anything, her expression somber. She simply put her clothes back on, then sat on the bed, quietly watching me. After a long while, she opened the door and went out first.

Throughout the whole process, I silently followed beside her. Despite the swelling in my lower body, like a block of steel, due to the effects of the aphrodisiac fluid, I could only grit my teeth and suppress it until she walked out the door. Following her out, I felt like a naughty child caught doing something wrong by my older sister, as if everything had rewound twelve years ago, and I was being dragged home by the ear. I hated this behavior and felt ashamed, yet I was involuntarily overwhelmed by her aura, unable to find the words to speak.

Yueying's emotions were always calm and detached, showing no intense emotions; even now, I couldn't discern her true feelings from her face, making the atmosphere between us even more awkward.

At this time, the streets outside were noticeably more crowded. Although Yueying was using a veil to conceal her face, she seemed unwilling to take the risk of being recognized. After all, this was different from Yunyang Street. Being recognized there would simply be considered an incognito outing, but this was the red-light district of Sara City. Yueying knew the consequences of being recognized here just by looking at the street signs.

After hesitating for a moment, Yueying bypassed the stairs and headed towards the bar located in the basement. The lighting there was dim; only half of the thirty-odd tables were occupied, filled with couples flirting and engrossed in their caresses, oblivious to the noise around them.

Each table had a small oil lamp, its light illuminating only a small area, leaving most of the table shrouded in darkness.

Fast-paced music, played softly, drifted through the basement. The subtle shifts in the melody revealed the musician's skillful technique, yet the musician remained unseen—for he was blind. Who else but a blind person could play music in such darkness?

At the far end of the basement was a circular dance floor with three poles erected in the center. Several scantily clad young women, moving with agile steps, clung to the poles to the suggestive music, their half-naked bodies swaying passionately as their thin clothing billowed. Some spectators cheered, while others, more impatient, tossed coins as a reward.

The rule of the dance floor was that any female customer interested could join in. Many wealthy men with concubines and servants would have their concubines perform for their amusement, and establishments, to attract business, would sometimes hire several professional dancers to take turns on the dance floor, ensuring the space remained lively.

However, the shop we were in was quite large and had powerful backing. It seemed to employ female slaves who took turns serving customers and performing on stage. This was evident from the smells we kept catching. A sesame oil lamp was burning somewhere in the basement, and the spice used, "Shanlabado," was extracted from the body fluids of an insect native to northern Solancia. It was extremely expensive and, when inhaled, could invigorate the spirit and have a mild stimulating effect.

This was certainly not a place for respectable women, but if one needed a place to hide for a while, this basement, with its dark ambiance, was a good spot. Yueying sat down quietly and ordered tea-based drinks. I silently followed her throughout.

I had no intention of repenting; I was simply overwhelmed by the feeling of being "older sister" and couldn't find the right response. To vent my frustration and to cool down my desire, I ordered chilled grape spirits. However, although I held the glass, my unease prevented me from drinking it; I merely toyed with it.

There was nothing to say. Yueying seemed genuinely thirsty, downing most of the tea in one gulp. Suddenly, she looked up and asked why I had done this. My answer clearly surprised her; her beautiful face lost its usual elegance, revealing astonishment.

"Just because of that? You're so old; I thought you should understand that some things can't be done on a whim."

"You're the one with the problem. What man doesn't do things on a whim? If he didn't want to, he wouldn't have done them. What does age have to do with it?"

I didn't want to confront Yueying directly. After all, if I angered her, I'd be in deep trouble once things got serious. And considering the number of people who would want to silence me to prevent scandals or leaks, I was sure I'd die incredibly quickly. However, if I didn't adopt this attitude, I felt I'd be constantly overwhelmed by Yueying's aura, losing my footing and performing even worse.

Since I'd already laid everything bare, I didn't mind placing another bet, a high-stakes gamble where I could lose everything.

"What's so special about that? I'm a normal man. I look at you all day, so of course I'll have normal desires. Do you think I'm like Ryan, that gay plaything?" "Plaything," the uncle said, is a gay term. As the name suggests, what else could a man who spends his days playing with sex toys be but gay?

Unexpectedly, my words exposed a secret of the Golden Flower Federation. Yueying's face changed drastically; her surprised expression almost led her to ask the cliché, "How did you know?" This finally confirmed my suspicions: His Majesty the King and the uncle were right. Ryan Buffett, the dignified President of the Golden Flower Federation, was indeed a powerful figure in the gay world who enjoyed playing with sex toys.

"You... why do you know..."

"Don't ask me how I know. There are no secrets that stay hidden forever. There are so many extraordinary people in the world; the Temple of Light can't possibly cover everything up." I said, "Don't talk about Ryan's scandal. Don't you have secrets too, sister? What about those incest parties you hold every month?"

I originally intended to use a sharp topic, but I hadn't thought of speaking like this beforehand. As soon as I said it, I regretted it immensely, because Yueying's pale face made me feel a sharp pain and unbearable pang in my chest. We then fell into silence again. After a long while, Yueying finally spoke in a weak voice,

"You... where did you hear all this?" Of course, I couldn't answer this honestly. Everything I said was nonsense. I either said it was rumors I heard while traveling, or I attributed the information to the uncle. Anyway, his current identity is a wandering swordsman; it's only natural that he knows more about the secrets and scandals of various countries. As I spoke, a layer of sorrow enveloped Yueying's expression, making my heart sink.

"Rumors travel faster than arrows shot by elves. It seems the distance between the Golden Flower Federation and Alibuda isn't as far as we thought." Yueying's voice lowered, sounding both melancholy and wistful. Her fair fingers lightly brushed her forehead, a gesture meant to tidy her hair, but instead ruffled her golden locks, letting them cascade down and obscure her beautiful face.

(It seems… Phoenix was right, my sister really…!) My mood soured, I didn't hear what Yueying said next, and gulped down the wine in my hand like boiling water.

"Ugh, ptooey! Ptooey! What is this rubbish?" The taste was extremely bitter; even spoiled wine shouldn't taste like this, more like some kind of bitter herbal tea. Upon realizing this, I was startled. It seemed that Yueying had ordered this very thing, but it was impossible to see clearly when it was served in the dark. If I drank the bitter tea, then what did Yueying drink...?

Instantly, the uneasy feeling I had when I tried to trick Yueying into drinking the wine resurfaced in my mind. This feeling was very strange, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. However, when I unexpectedly thought of the strange dream I had last night, a question suddenly popped into my head.

That's right, I seem to have really forgotten some things, some very important things between me and Yueying... But because of my longing for her, these things were buried deep in my memory, and after twelve years, they have been selectively and completely forgotten.

"Ah—! Oh no, I remember now, I can't let my sister drink. She's the worst woman I've ever met when she's drunk. She becomes a completely different person when she's drunk, not only is she violent, but also..." Fragments of images in my dream combined with my sealed memories, releasing more forgotten events. As these images flashed through my mind, I inwardly cried out in alarm. The glass in front of Yueying was almost empty. This wine is very strong; an ordinary person would get drunk after just a few sips. Yueying drank so much at once; could she be completely drunk now? If she's drunk, will those scenes from twelve years ago repeat themselves?

"Little brother..." The voice sounded completely off. It was indeed Sister Yueying's soft voice, but it was drawn out lazily, sounding both delicate and cloying, like a teasing yet coquettish tone, making one's heart itch. And when she reached out to brush away the long hair that covered her face, her clear phoenix eyes were already shrouded in a layer of water, exuding a captivating and alluring foxy charm.

"So... you did this because you knew about this? Because you think I'm a promiscuous courtesan, so you wanted a piece of the pie, is that right?" I can't deny that the moment Phoenix's whisper was confirmed, besides feeling intense heartache and anger at the disillusionment with women, a part of me kept trying to find reasons for her, trying to convince myself that any woman experiencing Yueying's lonely and abnormal marriage would have such a change.

However, when Yueying asked me this, I felt no anger at all. I was completely immersed in a kind of intoxication, like a bewildered little boy, staring blankly at the beauty before me, feeling like I was floating on air. (Sister, you...you're so beautiful.) The basement wasn't well-lit, but in the dim environment, Yueying's charm was completely different from usual. Unlike the noble elegance restrained by layers of constraints, under the influence of alcohol, she displayed a mysterious and bold beauty. Besides being stunning and intoxicating, it made one's heart beat ten times faster uncontrollably.

In this day and age, women must possess both talent and beauty to have a place in society; lacking either one will only make them a laughingstock. Therefore, the Four Heavenly Maidens almost all possess amazing skills, and the Seven Beauties are famous for their martial arts. However, among Spring Breeze, Summer Blossom, Autumn Cherry Blossom, and Winter Snow, only Yueying made the list solely based on her stunning beauty. I finally understand the reason behind this deeply.

Yueying's beauty is a bewitching beauty, an innate allure that captivates all men...even male creatures. Even just touching her fingertips or heels makes one want to be close, to have skin-to-skin contact with her. Compared to the image I had of her, Yueying was a completely different woman at this moment. Though she felt unfamiliar, she seemed natural. Her usual elegant smile, while reassuring, also felt like an invisible barrier, preventing me from reaching her heart.

But the Yueying before me was different. That cold barrier had vanished. When she raised her hand to brush her hair aside, the movement obscuring her eyes and delicate face, a faint smile appeared on her lips, radiating a mysterious allure, like a dangerous flame that drew me in without hesitation.

"It's not like that, sister. I did this because I wanted you to be happy. How could a woman as good as you ruin her life because of this kind of marriage? You…" Driven by impulse and intuition, I confessed my most primal purpose. It seemed irrational, but I felt it would bring me closer to Yueying.

"I've tried so hard to end this marriage, but your return is getting closer, and I'm afraid it'll be too late if I delay any longer, so I resorted to this method." The words were already out, and I had no way of knowing how they would go. I could only trust my initial intuition and look at Yueying's expression, trying to find something to reassure me. But things didn't seem to go as I expected.

"Fool, I'm a promiscuous woman who throws orgies every month! You little brat, you don't know anything, can you satisfy me? Answer me loudly like a man!"

"Sister, where is this…"

"Heh, you can't even satisfy a woman's basic desires, what makes you talk about giving me happiness?" Drunk, Yueying seemed completely liberated from her usual propriety, her beauty even more alluring, and her words increasingly bold. Even I, who could still laugh and joke with Narcissus, was rendered speechless by her outburst. In that slight hesitation, Yueying shook off my hand and disappeared from my sight.

I was genuinely startled. The sense of unreality only intensified as I realized what had happened.

Yueying, having shaken off my hand, gave a smug smile and, without warning, spun around and stood on an empty table next to us.

This drunken outburst was truly outrageous, but before I could stop her, someone noticed the commotion and started making a fuss. A few men, seemingly security guards, came over to intervene, but most seemed more interested in watching the spectacle, simply shouting at Yueying standing on the table,

"Sister, what are you doing? Get down!"

Although the underground bar was dimly lit, I bet many of the patrons were prominent nobles. I couldn't just kill her to silence her; if Yueying's identity were exposed and this scandal broke, both of us would be in serious trouble.

However, Yueying seemed oblivious to my whispered calls. She grabbed the side seam of her snow-white dress and ripped it open, creating a slit up to her knee. In the dim light of the table lamp, her beautiful leg curves and soft, white skin were like a captivating painting, leaving me mesmerized. Meanwhile, several tables nearby erupted in whistles, and some even stood up to stop security, unwilling to let the spectacle be interrupted.

I didn't know if this chaotic effect was what Yueying wanted. Standing on the table, her dress torn, Yueying simply raised a finger slightly towards the stage, as if in greeting. Then, slowly, she rose on her tiptoes, swaying her hips and arms to the music, graceful as a willow in the wind, dancing with exquisite beauty.

An unparalleled silence, like ripples on a wave, quickly spread throughout the underground bar. The wealthy patrons, captivated by Yueying's ethereal dance, all stopped what they were doing and speaking. This unusual silence caught the attention of those at the next table, who turned to look. The process unfolded in a flash; even the sexy woman dancing gracefully on the steel pole stopped, leaving only the blind musician continuing his performance.

Yueying's movements were initially very gentle, like a noble and elegant peacock, striding proudly amidst a flock of birds, her swaying movements exuding arrogance and confidence. She leisurely strolled to the edge of the pool, unfurled her beautiful, colorful robes, and shook off the water droplets. Her posture was so elegant, yet so languid, as if each shake was a pillow of clouds, drifting in the wind.

The table she stood on was small, easily overwhelmed by a single person; the slightest movement would cause it to tilt and collapse. But before that could happen, Yueying twisted her slender waist, her snow-white gauze skirt swirling like a cloud, and she gracefully stepped onto another table.

Gradually, Yueying's rhythm quickened, her movements becoming more exaggerated in sync with the music. She seemed to be riding a whirlwind, gracefully gliding across the stage. Her knees, legs, shoulders, arms, wrists, and fingers moved in rapid, fluid motions, like a lifelike peacock.

Everyone seemed hypnotized, watching her dance freely across the tables. Clearly intoxicated, Yueying nearly stumbled several times, each time eliciting gasps of surprise. Yet, with her superb balance and incredible flexibility, she skillfully incorporated these missteps into her dance, deftly landing on another table.

The moon-sakura seemed to have transformed into a celestial maiden, gracefully treading the water to the rhythm of the music, subtly teasing the mortals who followed her. When she happened to pass an occupied table, some lecherous men with ill intentions tried to reach out and touch her jade-like legs; but none ever succeeded. She deftly avoided them, leaving behind a string of melodious laughs, before moving on to another table to continue her dance.

A snow-white dress, like ice silk, enveloped her voluptuous body; her movements, imbued with a sublime melody, subtly drew attention to the sensual curves of her waist and hips; her bright eyes were like stars, her long hair like clouds; her delicate steps were like walking on blooming lotuses, or rather… every step of this celestial maiden in the painting caused flowers to bloom at her feet, snow lotuses following her jade-like feet.

Stunned by her breathtaking beauty, a multitude of thoughts vaguely surfaced in my mind. In my intoxicated daze, I seemed to see a hazy, resentful look in Yueying's eyes, giving me a distant, ethereal feeling, as if this fairy was about to ascend to heaven at any moment.

(Is this a loss of control due to alcohol? Or... is this... the real you, sister?)

Lost in my reverie, I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until I heard many others coughing suddenly, just like me. I snapped out of my daze and realized that Yueying was almost at the edge of the dance floor, and about a dozen figures were approaching her, seemingly waiting for an opening to rush forward and kiss this mysterious celestial maiden.

The song was nearing its end, and my anxiety was palpable. Watching Yueying get further and further away from me, her mysterious smile from earlier suddenly flashed through my mind. That feeling... was somewhat like a tease, an...

invitation.

As the music reached its climax, it suddenly soared an octave higher, and Yueying's alluring body began to spin rapidly, like a swirling white cloud, growing faster and faster. Just as everyone was dazzled, the music stopped abruptly. Yueying gracefully glided to her feet, perfectly returning to stillness from the rapid movement. However, her limbs, still affected by the alcohol, were not very agile, and she couldn't quite stop herself, her head tilting backward.

The men around her, as if waking from a dream, frantically rushed forward, but before they could get close, a loud shout shook their ears.

"Sister~~ Believe me, I will make you a woman as happy as a goddess!" The sudden shout threw the entire place into chaos. No one noticed that a flexible, thin rope, a favorite tool of pursuers, was already entangled in the ceiling. A figure swung quickly through the chaos, deliberately kicking over tables and dimming the lights along the way. With everyone unable to see in the darkness, the situation became even more chaotic.

Taking advantage of this perfect opportunity, I listened to the whistling wind beside my ears, swiftly pulled the rope, and swung down several scoundrels who tried to take advantage of me. I caught Yueying's delicate body in my arms, kicked against a pillar, and swung quickly towards the door. With

her soft, warm body in my arms, inhaling her fragrant scent, the desire I had suppressed was suddenly aroused again. I regretted that I had to force myself to restrain myself from doing anything improper to the woman who seemed to be sleeping soundly in my arms.

However, this small measure of self-control was about to crumble.

When I released the rope and landed near the door, I quickly ran up the stairs. Reaching the first floor, a sense of relief washed over me. Two smooth, white arms wrapped around my neck, and a soft, sensual laugh rang out in my ear.

"Little brother, let's do it."

(Author's note:

When writing the tenth chapter, I had two hesitations that made it difficult to begin.) My first hesitation stemmed from confusion regarding Ryan Buffett's character.

Whether it's male-male or female-female relationships, I personally don't have any aversion to same-sex relationships. The creative industry is full of eccentric individuals; there are quite a few BL (Boylove) enthusiasts, and fans of loli and shota (younger boys) are everywhere. Compared to that, homosexuality seems trivial.

However, in episode ten, many of the related terms were rather impolite. I thought about it for a long time afterward and realized that these terms came from Hong Kong comics, and Hong Kong comics, which favor a masculine style, have never been very kind about this. So, how should I handle the wording? My final decision was that since I wasn't writing a protagonist with compassion and empathy for others, I would stay true to the protagonist's character.

Therefore, if the depiction in episode ten incurs criticism from homosexual friends, I can only admit my guilt.

After all, someone who is supposed to be a bad person shouldn't act like a saint.

Another thing that's a bit of a headache is the second half of this episode. Although it was packed with a lot of things, the plot didn't actually move very fast. Well, just saying "because I really wanted to write this kind of story" seems irresponsible, but that's the real reason...

I'll make up for what I missed in the next episode. I guarantee with my honor as an erotic writer that the next episode will definitely serve you a good bowl of soup.

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