Alibuda Chronicles, Volume 10, Chapter 8

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Chapter Eight: Ni Chang Bu Lian

rushed to the outside of the shop, only to bump into Leng Linglan by sheer bad luck. 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 shouted from a distance, but 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 Yue Ying 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 flowed back twelve years, 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 pity in my chest. We then fell into silence again. After a long while, Yueying finally spoke in a weak voice,

"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 was that of a wandering swordsman; it was only natural that he would know 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 Finch Federation and Alibuda isn't as far as we thought."

Yueying's voice lowered, sounding both melancholy and wistful. Her fair fingers gently brushed her forehead; this gesture, meant to tidy her hair, instead ruffled her golden locks, letting them cascade down and obscure her beautiful face.

(It seems... Phoenix was right, my sister really is... in a terrible mood. I didn't hear what Yueying said for a moment, and gulped down the glass of wine in my hand like boiling water.

"Ugh, ptooey! Ptooey! What the hell is this stuff?"

The taste was extremely bitter. Even spoiled wine shouldn't taste like this; it tasted more like some kind of bitter herbal tea. I was startled when I realized this. Yueying seemed to have ordered this, but it was impossible to see clearly when something was served in the dark. If I drank bitter tea, then what Yueying drank...

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. However, when I unexpectedly thought of the strange dream I had last night, a question suddenly popped into my head.)

Yes, I think I really have forgotten something, something very important between me and Yueying… But because of my longing for her, these things were buried deep in my memory, selectively and completely forgotten after twelve years.

“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 violent, but also…”

Fragments of images from my dream, combined with my buried memories, released even more forgotten events. As these images flashed through my mind, I inwardly cried out in alarm. Yueying’s glass was almost empty. This wine is very strong; an ordinary person would get drunk after just a few sips. Yueying drank so much; could she be completely drunk now? If she is, 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 that not only amazed and captivated, but also 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 astonishing 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

. Sakura's beauty is a bewitching beauty, an innate allure that captivates all men… even male creatures. Even a light touch on her fingertips or heel evokes a desire to be close, to touch her skin. Compared to the image I have of her, Yueying now seems like a completely different woman, both unfamiliar and natural. Her usual elegant smile, while reassuring, also feels like an invisible barrier, preventing me from reaching her heart.

But Yueying now is different. That cold barrier has vanished. When she raises her hand to brush aside her hair, the movement obscuring her eyes and delicate face, a faint smile appears on her lips, radiating a mysterious allure, like a dangerous flame that draws me in without hesitation.

"No, 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 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 will be too late if I delay any longer, so I resorted to this method."

The words were already out, and I couldn't judge the effect. I could only trust my initial intuition and look at Yueying's expression, trying to find something to reassure me. However, 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 understand 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, yet 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. I, who could still laugh and joke freely even with Narcissus, was rendered speechless by her antics. In that slight hesitation, Yueying shook off my hand and vanished from my sight.

I was truly startled; when I realized what had happened, the feeling of unreality only intensified.

Yueying, having shaken off my hand, revealed a contented smile, and somehow spun around, standing on the empty table next to us.

This drunken madness was truly extraordinary, but before I could stop her, someone noticed the commotion and started making a fuss. Several people, seemingly security guards, came over to intervene, but most seemed to be watching a good show, simply shouting at Yueying standing on the table.

"Sister, what are you doing? Come down."

Although the underground bar was dimly lit, I bet many of the patrons were prominent nobles. I couldn't just kill them to silence them. If Yueying's identity were exposed, this scandal would cause serious trouble for both of us.

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 snow-white, soft skin were like a captivating painting, leaving me mesmerized. Meanwhile, several tables nearby were whistling loudly, and some people even stood up to stop the security guards, unwilling to let the scene continue. The performance was interrupted.

I didn't know if this chaotic effect was what Yueying wanted. Yueying, her skirt torn and standing on the table, simply raised a finger slightly towards the stage, as if in greeting. Then, slowly, she tiptoed, swaying her waist 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 celestial dance, stopped moving and talking. This unusual quiet attracted the attention of those at nearby tables, who turned to look. The process unfolded in a chain reaction; soon, even those clinging to the poles... The sexy dancers all stopped moving, leaving only the blind musician continuing to play.

Yueying's movements were initially very gentle, like a noble and elegant peacock, striding proudly amidst a flock of birds, her swaying movements graceful and confident. 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 carried by 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 dress swirling like a cloud, and she had already... She deftly stepped onto another table.

Gradually, Yueying's rhythm quickened, her movements becoming more exaggerated, as if riding a gust of wind, gracefully gliding across the stage. Her knees, legs, shoulders, arms, wrists, and fingers danced with rapid movements, like a graceful peacock, lifelike and vivid.

Everyone seemed hypnotized, watching her dance freely on the tabletops. Clearly intoxicated, Yueying nearly stumbled several times, each time eliciting gasps, yet she always managed to gracefully step onto another table with her superb balance and incredibly flexible body, incorporating the near-misses into her dance.

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 jumble of thoughts drifted through my mind. In my dazed state, I seemed to see a hazy, resentful look in Yueying's eyes, a distant and ethereal quality that gave me the illusion that this fairy was about to ascend to heaven.

(Was this a drunken loss of control? Or... was this... the real you, sister?)

Lost in my reverie, I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until I heard a series of sudden coughs around me. I snapped back to reality and saw Yueying nearing the edge of the dance floor, with about a dozen figures approaching her, seemingly waiting for an opening to pounce on this mysterious celestial maiden.

The song was nearing its end, and my anxiety was palpable. Watching Yueying recede into the distance, a memory of her earlier actions flashed through my mind. A mysterious, faint smile played on her lips, a feeling... a kind of teasing, an...

invitation.

The music reached its climax, suddenly soaring an octave higher. Yueying's alluring body spun rapidly, like a swirling white cloud, faster and faster. As the crowd dazzled, the music stopped. Yueying gracefully glided to her feet, flawlessly returning to stillness from the frenzy. However, her limbs, still affected by the alcohol, were not very agile, and she couldn't quite stop herself, her head tilting back.

The men around her, as if waking from a dream, frantically surged forward, but before they could get close, a deafening roar shook their ears.

"Sister~~ Believe me, I'll 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 trackers, was already entangled in the ceiling. A figure swung swiftly through the confusion, deliberately kicking over tables and dimming lights along the way. With everyone unable to see in the darkness, chaos reigned even more.

Taking advantage of this perfect opportunity, I listened to the whistling wind, pulled the rope in time, swung to my feet, and kicked down several scoundrels who were trying to take advantage of me. I caught Yueying's delicate body in my arms, then kicked the pillar with my back foot. He swung quickly towards the door.

With her soft, warm body in his arms, the fragrant scent of her flesh stirred his previously suppressed desire, which surged back up. He regretted his continued self-control, refusing to do anything inappropriate to the woman who seemed to be sleeping soundly in his arms.

However, this small measure of self-control was quickly crumbling.

As he released the rope and landed near the door, he ran swiftly up the stairs. Reaching the first floor, a sense of relief washed over him. Two smooth, white arms wrapped around his neck, and a soft, sensual laugh rang out in his ear, whispering,

"Little brother, let's do it."

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