Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 1, Chapter 2

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Chapter Two:

The reunion of Yueying and the full moon was not as easy as expected, because news spread that the First Lady of the Golden Flower Federation had fallen slightly ill and would not attend her scheduled sightseeing and speech tour for the next few days, instead recuperating at the inn. It was obvious that Yueying was avoiding me. While this seemed like a normal reaction to me, not a bad thing, it was a different story when her domineering, bloated, and incompetent father summoned her.

"Well, the reason the Princess is slightly ill is because…because…so…"

With things developing this way, I really didn't know how to explain it to His Majesty the King. I had previously discussed with my uncle that if Yueying wanted to stay in the country after the peace talks, her marriage would have to break down. And in the Golden Flower Federation's marriage system, divorce was an option, so as long as either Yueying or Ryan was willing to divorce, it would be fine. Although I had successfully gotten Yueying to take the first step towards infidelity, things had developed somewhat beyond my control, and that was the problem.

If I were to honestly report, "Your Majesty, I have successfully made the Princess feel like she was in ecstasy, and the first step of the plan has been completed

," my head would immediately be on the verge of leaving my body. So, I had to fabricate a story, saying that the Princess was worried about her marriage and had caught a minor illness, causing His Majesty the King to weep and shed tears as he saw me off. These things alone were already enough to annoy me, and as the security commander, I had other tasks to complete.

Regarding the series of rapes and murders that occurred the day before yesterday, although no one openly discussed it, everyone knew it was the work of the Ishtar people. When Leng Linglan came to investigate with sarcasm, Narcissas used the attack on the diplomatic mission as a sarcastic remark. Fortunately, our military wasn't completely incompetent and was able to immediately present progress on the investigation; otherwise, we would have been rendered speechless by the Ishtar people and silently suffered a loss.

Regarding the conspiracy to attack the Ishtar mission, although after several days of investigation, all leads ultimately dried up, leaving no concrete evidence, we still deduced that the Black Dragon Society was behind the assassins.

The Black Dragon Society's power wasn't limited to the seas; their activities extended even within the borders of Alibuda. This was truly astonishing, at least in fact, as both Leng Linglan and Narcissa looked grim. This also indicated that the Black Dragon Society was wary of the second objective of this multinational conference and was preemptively striking to disrupt the nascent alliance.

We lacked concrete evidence, but the participating nations didn't seem to need it much. After more than ten days of discussing strategies to contain the Black Dragon Society, the nations had already considered them a hypothetical enemy. Now that this incident had occurred, even without real evidence, the envoys of the nations were well aware of the situation, especially the Ishtar people.

When we presented our evidence and speculations at the joint meeting, Narcissa initially remained silent. After a moment's consideration, she began to reveal some information that Ishtar had exclusively possessed.

These messages could be considered family scandals, Narcissa explained. Nearly twenty years ago, a traitor emerged in Ishtar who attempted to flee the country. The royal family dispatched experts to hunt him down, believing they had killed him. However, years later, based on various clues, it was determined that the traitor had somehow escaped death and joined the Black Dragon Society, currently hiding in the East Sea.

"The Black Dragon King's origins are mysterious, and we don't know them either, but his magic is powerful, a testament to his personal cultivation. Without the technology smuggled out by that traitor, it would have been impossible for him to have developed the Black Dragon Society to this extent in such a short time."

Narcissa's words contained many inaccuracies; it was clear that due to family scandals and military secrets, she could only provide a brief overview. Even this was already shocking enough, as it meant that someone within Ishtar's wizarding community had defected, handing over Ishtar's technology to the Black Dragon Society for its further development. It was as if Ishtar had appeared after the Black Dragon Society gained its power.

During the meeting, I noticed that the people of Ishtar addressed Narcissa as either "Princess" or "Witch."

In Ishtar, a land of dark magic, "witch" is a respectful term, equivalent to what we commonly call a saint. When I privately inquired with Mao Yan'an, I finally understood that Narcissa was specially cultivated by Ishtar to specifically counter the successor of the Cihang Jingdian.

She is currently still training, and when her witchcraft is perfected, she will become the head of all witches in Ishtar, inheriting imperial power and reigning over Ishtar. If the successor painstakingly cultivated by the Palace of Light is Tianhe Xueqiong, then Narcissa is destined to be her opponent, a nemesis between light and darkness.

Thinking of this, I was truly grateful that I hadn't let Xueqiong show her face in public. Narcissas is a mage specifically trained to target Tianhe Xueqiong, and there's a high probability she's seen her. If she recognizes her, it's troublesome enough, not to mention the possibility of her taking advantage of the situation—Xueqiong has no power to defend herself.

This changed the atmosphere of the meeting. Despite the crowd's fervor, Ryan remained clear-headed, but ultimately agreed to take a more proactive approach to prevent the Black Dragon Society's landing, even considering assisting the East Sea rebels in their restoration.

The alliance of nations is fraught with conflict, so a transcendent organization is best to unify them and reduce strife. The ideal organization is the Palace of Light.

However, the Palace of Light's position is to resolve conflicts and maintain peace on Earth. Initiating war against the Black Dragon Society is not in line with the Palace of Light's principles. As the president of the Golden Flower Federation, what Ryan will do is a question that intrigues everyone.

"Actually, the Temple of Light is also aware of the evil forces on Earth. Although we cannot participate in the struggle due to our stance, we haven't done nothing. The new generation of disciples has formed a research organization, hoping to be of assistance."

Ryan seemed a little hesitant, but still announced loudly, "Their thoughts and beliefs are similar to those of everyone here. The name of this organization is... the Pure Mind Meditation Society."

When Ryan Buffett uttered the term "Pure Mind Meditation Society," the representatives from various countries present didn't react much, indicating they had no prior knowledge of it.

The Temple of Light is the religious center of the entire land and the source of light magic research, naturally having many smaller branches. The larger ones establish organizations in other countries; the smaller ones are composed of a few people, similar to a study group, the smallest possibly having only three to five people.

Mao Yan'an had mentioned to us that various study groups develop differently depending on their founding purpose. Some specialize in light magic, some delve into Buddhism and Zen, and others study medicine. Those with outstanding achievements can even receive funding from the Cihang Jingdian (慈航静殿), which is why the Golden Finch Federation has such a vibrant academic community.

"However, it's not entirely without its downsides. Too much freedom has also given rise to some strange things, like research into the existence of subterranean people, the worship of extraterrestrial visitors and otherworldly creatures, and several new religions that chant about returning to humanity's home planet and embracing some kind of 'sphere.' There was even a mass suicide incident recently, all very bizarre, called something like 'Earth Cult'..."

The fact that a new religion could emerge within the Cihang Jingdian's extremely powerful state is a testament to its remarkable tolerance. But the seeds of tolerance don't necessarily bear good fruit; the Jingnian Chan Society, at least, makes me uneasy.

Hearing Ryan's words, Mao Yan'an and I exchanged glances, recalling the incident in Mist Valley Village where we discovered this organization wasn't entirely innocent. Entrusting the task of unifying the nations to them might cause problems.

Representatives from several major powers, including Narcissus, seemed thoughtful. Given the current situation, the military of small and medium-sized countries can only gather intelligence domestically at best, unable to extend it abroad, and would not know what problems a foreign organization might have. However, large countries like Ishtar and Solancia naturally know more and make more cautious decisions.

"The peaceful stance of the Temple of Light remains unchanged, but the high monks within the temple also feel that it is necessary to adapt to the times and not stick to old ways. Therefore, within the temple's basic framework, the Pure Mind Zen Society has been established, hoping to cleanse the world of evil and enlighten all living beings."

Ryan gave a brief introduction to the Pure Mind Zen Society. The content was similar to what we had heard in Mist Valley Village. The Pure Mind Zen Society was an organization that had sprung up in the Palace of Light in recent years, flourishing rapidly and gaining strong support from young people who eagerly joined.

After giving the brief introduction, Ryan seemed to hope to reach a consensus as soon as possible. However, since the Ishtar people had already arrived, the meeting could no longer be easily dominated by the Golden Flower Federation. Although our King, who had absolutely no political sense, immediately voiced his support, Ishtar also colluded with Solancia, stating that this was a matter of great importance and there was no reason for the Golden Flower Federation to have the final say.

As a result, the meeting ended without any consensus, only making all the participating countries realize that a bumpy road of negotiations lay ahead.

A power struggle between international powers was about to break out, but I didn't care which side would win. It would be best if they remained deadlocked, so I could have more time to spend with Moon Sakura.

Although I was burning with desire to see Yueying, reason told me that a period of isolation was necessary. More importantly, my back was aching so badly I could barely stand, and my lower body had been numb for a long time. Until these frustrating symptoms subsided, I couldn't do anything.

Therefore, it wasn't until three days after I parted from Yueying that I saw this beautiful woman I had been longing for again.

I knew Yueying didn't want to see me, but she hadn't made a scene about what happened that day, and no one had come to settle scores with me. This meant that her forgiveness and kindness far outweighed her shame and anger. This contradiction was my only chance. So, with the uncle's help, we used the excuse of changing security guard duties to send away the onlookers and create an opportunity where we could do whatever we wanted without interference.

Standing gracefully beside the magnificent bed, Yueying wore only a white silk nightgown, her golden hair disheveled and unkempt, her face pale and sickly, looking very haggard. The pitiful sight of pear blossoms pattering in the rain was so beautiful, so heartbreaking.

Given the inn's tight security, it was common sense that no one with ill intentions could break in. But a man blinded by lust is not a creature that can be governed by common sense. So when I pushed open the door and barged in, Yueying, completely unprepared for my sudden appearance, simply stared wide-eyed, utterly bewildered.

"Sister, I missed you so much..."

I slammed the door shut and rushed forward. Yueying, still unable to react, couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"Don't come closer, I don't want to see you... We both did wrong... What happened that day, I..."

Before Yueying could finish, I was in front of her, suddenly embracing and kissing her, sealing her lips with a kiss, stopping her from uttering those clichéd, almost annoyingly common phrases like, "Please treat what happened that day as a dream, we can't continue down this path."

No longer clouded by alcohol, the now sober Yueying was surprisingly reserved and demure. She frantically pushed me away with her small hands, shaking her head to avoid my kisses, crying out urgently, "No...no...little brother, don't do this...let me go...I can't betray my husband, and you..."

Ignoring her cries, I held her captivatingly slender body tightly, kissing her cheeks and neck passionately while kneading her soft, fragrant breasts.

Like a rutting beast, I was frenzied, pushing Yueying's delicate body down onto the soft bed, pressing my body against hers, kissing every inch of her sensual skin I could reach. My already erect penis, through our clothes, pressed against Yueying's flat, soft abdomen. A strong desire to conquer her made me want to possess her, to enter her, and to make my sister moan for me.

"Sister, please forgive me. I really love you so much. If I can't be with you, I'd rather die. I've thought it through these past few days. No matter what happens, I must be your man, I must be with you."

The physical contact and the awkward friction between our lower bodies were naturally felt by Yueying. She trembled, arched her back, and placed her hands under my ribs, trying to separate our intimate contact. In a trembling voice, she pleaded, "Little brother, I already have a husband. Although he… we made a vow before the gods. I can't betray him. And… I've always only seen you as a brother. Please… please…"

My hands, through the thin nightgown, roamed over Yueying's beautiful body. I gasped, "Sister, I've loved you since I was little. My love for you has lasted longer than that perverted gay guy's. Why can't you give me a chance? That gay guy can't give you happiness. Sister, I love you." "No one can see here, you don't need to worry about being found out. I just want you to give me a chance!"

Yueying stopped struggling, covered her face with her hands, her slender shoulders trembling slightly. I thought she had finally given in, so I pulled her hands away from her face, only to be shocked to see that her face was covered in tears, looking at me with desperate and painful eyes, murmuring, "You did the same thing, you also bullied me... I'm going to die right in front of you now. What do you want? After I die, you can do whatever

you want." These few words felt like a bucket of cold water being poured over my head, suppressing all my surging desire. I hesitated for a long time, and finally said softly, "Sister, I promise I won't do anything reckless, but I'm really going crazy thinking about you. Can you just let me kiss you and hug you? I won't really do anything with you until I get your permission..."

It was an absurd request, but I wasn't gambling on Yueying's rationality, but rather taking advantage of her maternal instincts for her younger brother.

After I adopted a firm stance of not giving up until I achieved my goal, Yueying, not wanting to escalate the situation, should show some tolerance.

After a while, when I moved my hand to the clasp of her robe, she simply closed her eyes, motionless like a lifeless statue.

That was enough.

With practiced ease, I removed Yueying's robe, revealing her snow-white body beneath.

Her long, dark eyelashes trembled slightly, concealing her bright, clear eyes; her exquisitely beautiful face was flushed red, still glistening with undried tears; beneath her fair and delicate, straight neck were a pair of soft, rounded, slender shoulders; at the center of that dazzling expanse of white was a pair of soft, smooth, and full breasts.

The trembling, high breasts, like a pair of ripe, juicy white peaches, though not yet full, were very endearing, the two tender nipples at the top, as red as blood, shyly just beginning to bloom.

Her slender waist, almost translucent and delicate, seemed so small it could be grasped in one hand. Beneath her soft, smooth belly, a golden shadow could be seen through her white silk undergarments. Her two long, pink legs were tightly crossed, concealing the intoxicating beauty of her vulva.

This scene was enough to set any man's blood boiling. Without hesitation, I pounced on her.

Wild breathing echoed in the room. The man was on top of the woman, sucking hard on her kneaded nipples, as if he wanted to swallow those two snow-white nipples with their red tips whole. Yueying, however, remained steadfast in her chastity, silent and turning her head to one side.

A few days ago, I would have been helpless, but after actually making love with Yueying, I discovered that she was naturally alluring, her body far more sensitive than the average woman's. She easily responded to teasing, and unlike Yuhong, she couldn't suppress her desires with internal energy. In this battle of passion, she couldn't resist for long. This was her tragedy as a woman, but my good fortune.

However, Yueying's resistance was somewhat unexpected. During my eager foreplay, she was drenched in fragrant sweat, but it took almost half an hour before her skin began to tremble slightly.

Finally seeing this sliver of her willpower, I replaced my right thumb with my tongue, teasing her already erect nipples with the tip of my tongue. My fingers tightened and loosened like milking a cow, while my left hand vigorously kneaded and rotated. After a few strokes, Yueying could no longer maintain her icy resistance and let out a beautiful moan, gently twisting her slender waist and wasp buttocks.

Smooth breasts rubbed against my cheeks, their intoxicating scent nearly driving me mad. But I hadn't forgotten my purpose, and said softly, "Sister, you're not being fair. Don't you know how heartbroken I was when you married into the Golden Finch Federation? You have no feelings for your gay husband. Why would you rather shut yourself off, giving up the happiness you could have, than give me a chance to love you?"

Struggling to stay conscious amidst the intense physical desire, Yueying closed her eyes and trembled, saying, "Little brother, you're right. I've never loved my husband, but… I once deeply loved a man, and we made a lifelong promise. He promised to come and get me someday. I will never love another man besides him…"

This was truly a dramatic turn of events. Although I had broken through Yueying's defenses and learned her secret, it wasn't what I wanted to hear. If she already had a true lover with whom she was committed, wouldn't I, doing all this to her, become the villain?

I didn't care about hurting her at that moment, and hurriedly asked, "Then why didn't he come to pick you up? No man can bear to see his beloved woman become someone else's wife, and I absolutely cannot. Why didn't he come to pick you up? If he's not a liar, then he doesn't care about you at all."

Even if I didn't say it, this was the conclusion anyone would reach. Yueying didn't answer, but just pursed her lips, letting crystal tears slide down her fair cheeks.

I believed that saying anything more would not make any progress. If Yueying regained her senses, my risk would have been in vain. So, while she still had her eyes closed and trusted me not to do anything rash, I quietly moved her panties to make a slit, parted the hot petals with the tip of my penis, and, using the slippery nectar, thrust my entire hard penis into her already wet and slippery vulva.

The sudden swelling inside her vagina startled Yueying, and she screamed, but it was too late. My penis broke through the many barriers and entered the depths of her flower garden.

"No! Pull it out... You clearly said that if I didn't agree... Ah..."

I held Yueying tightly, kissed her open mouth as she screamed, and held her snowy buttocks, thrusting my penis forcefully into her vagina.

Yueying cried out and struggled, kicking her beautiful legs, tears streaming from her crystal-clear eyes, crying, "Let me go! Let me go... Don't do this..."

I ignored her resistance, just thrusting violently, tearing her panties in the process, and spreading her snowy white, slender legs with my hands, placing them on my shoulders. This way, she could clearly see my thick, hard penis rapidly entering and exiting her jade gate, bringing out bursts of lustful fluid, which excited me to the extreme.

Yueying beneath me just stared at me with teary, hazy eyes, her snowy white, hourglass-shaped body motionless, offering no resistance.

"I'm sorry! I love you so much, I couldn't help it..."

I actually wanted to laugh as I said this, because any man who went this far and still let go would be an idiot. But I didn't need to feign innocence; I had to say something to coax her at the right time. There are some creatures in this world who, even while being raped, still crave to hear lovey-dovey lies. Her

overly sensitive and easily aroused body, long deprived of stimulation, reacted violently like wildfire at the slightest provocation. Knowing this, I was full of confidence, changing positions and postures, lowering her pink legs from my shoulders, thrusting in and out while playing with her high, firm breasts.

Soon, Yueying's snow-white legs unconsciously wrapped around my lower back, and I took the opportunity to kiss her soft lips, taking her tender tongue into my mouth and sucking her sweet saliva.

Yueying seemed to have little experience with intercourse, but her innate allure quickly made her lose consciousness in the heat of the moment. Instinctively, she began to rotate and thrust her lower body, unconsciously contracting her vaginal muscles to rub against my penis. The pleasurable sensation made my entire body go weak, and I could only repay her with even more vigorous thrusting.

Thinking about it, I truly envied Ryan Buffett for having such a beautiful wife—a socialite in public, a wanton woman in bed… It's just a pity his sexual preferences are different from most people's; he's not fortunate enough to enjoy it.

Yueying hugged me tightly with both hands, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, moaning, "Faster, thrust into me harder... harder..."

Seeing her completely absorbed and seductive appearance, I seized the opportunity to ask, "Sister, is your little brother's penis big? Does it feel good when I'm fucking you?"

I wasn't joking; when I emphasized the word "little brother," Yueying seemed particularly excited, swaying her long golden hair and moaning softly, "So big... Sister feels so good... Faster... Faster..."

Yueying kept moaning softly, half-conscious, responding to her physical instincts, her snow-white buttocks jiggling back and forth, her skin glistening with a layer of... The vibrant pink color filled me with smugness. I deliberately paused my piston-like movements and whispered in her ear, "Sister, don't blame me for breaking my promise. You're doing this willingly now."

These words were like a resounding bell. Yueying suddenly trembled, trying to push me away forcefully, and began to sob. Of course, I wouldn't let her push me away, but hurriedly held her close, letting her delicate body tremble in my arms as she sobbed, "You...you've grown up, and all you do is bully your sister...I regret it so much...boohoo...boohoo..." It

was no use saying anything now. I patted her tender white thighs, thrust my hips hard, and once again pounded into her fresh and smooth jade gate.

Yueying cried out in pain, desperately pushing against my chest with both hands. But I, relying on my strength, overpowered her and thrust wildly with my lower body. Knowing her sensitive spots, I quickly made her lose consciousness in the throes of desire, indulging in the ecstatic climax. Like a spasm, her upper body arched back like a spring, kissing and biting me haphazardly, her hands scratching and clawing at my back.

I panted and said, "Sister, can I cum inside you?"

This was, of course, just a joke to spice things up, but as I was about to pull my penis out of Yueying's body, she wrapped her beautiful legs tightly around my waist, thrusting her vulva upwards, her cervix contracting violently, clamping down on the tip of my penis like a vise.

Amidst her groans, Yueying cried out, "No, don't shoot inside, I... ahh..."

Her bizarre words and actions fully revealed the predicament of her will and body being at odds. Although I couldn't grasp her true meaning, I could no longer endure the persistent tingling and itching in my penis. With a forceful thrust, my glans and urethral opening pressed tightly against her snowy snowflake heart, and hot, milky-white semen gushed out, all of it pouring into her sacred womb.

Yueying, filled with my hot semen, couldn't help but groan loudly again, her whole body convulsing once more, tears streaming down her face. She clung tightly to me, crying incoherently, "Sister is a slut... Sister is willing... I feel so good... I want more... I want more..."

Wave after wave of continuous orgasms left Yueying completely paralyzed. I had a deep attachment to her body, and in the afterglow of her orgasms, I rubbed her high, soft breasts and caressed her round, slender pink legs.

Yueying closed her eyes, lost in the pleasure of our passionate union. Though she said nothing more, her vulva gripped my penis tightly, contracting and sucking incessantly, as if trying to squeeze every last drop of my energy out of me.

The passion subsided, and Yueying turned her back, preventing me from seeing her face. Even so, her smooth, white back and pink, peach-like buttocks relentlessly stimulated my desire, making me want to disregard everything and go at it again.

But this tempting fantasy couldn't be realized, because there were several knocks at the door. Though the sound wasn't loud, it was enough to make my heart race. According to our previous agreement, this should have been Mao Yan'an reminding me that it was almost time.

I hurriedly dressed, glancing longingly at the naked female body under the quilt on the bed, before running to answer the door.

"What's wrong? Didn't we agree..."

The reason I stopped speaking was simple: as soon as I opened the door, a dead head appeared. Mao Yan'an looked tense, and he gripped my collar even tighter with one hand. Although he didn't say a word, I already knew that something bad was going to happen.

"What are you doing? At least let me get dressed first..."

"Which is more important, your life or your clothes? Don't you know you're in deep trouble?"

Mao Yan'an wasn't one to make a fuss, so something must have changed for him to say that. But the first person I thought of was Yue Ying, still lying naked on the bed. I quickly stepped forward, blocking Mao Yan'an's view.

"What is it? Speak quickly."

"You're in big trouble. Ryan caught you cheating."

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