Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 4, Chapter 6

Chapter Six:

On the Night of Farewell. Looking to the left, six-year-old Leng Linglan was undeniably adorable. Her black hair was tied in a ponytail, swaying gracefully behind her head. Her well-fitting tennis outfit and short skirt revealed her snow-white arms and pink legs encased in black velvet stockings. She was both pretty and elegant, truly captivating me.

Watching Leng Linglan speak with her hands on her hips and chest puffed out, like a proud little phoenix, I could somewhat understand why her father, my boss, had such a peculiar fetish. If this were my daughter, I'm afraid…

Looking to the right, there was another pretty girl, also around six years old, wearing a lace skirt and a white tank top. Her hair was tied into two small buns with ribbons. Pointing at Leng Linglan, she jumped and laughed, a picture of lively and charming innocence, utterly endearing… But why? Why did I want to strangle her the moment I saw her, and then commit seppuku?

(Oh my god, this is terrible! Although every hero has a shameful past, this is just too shameful!

I should be thankful that I was the only one who managed to go back in time this time, otherwise the immediate problem would be how to kill him and cover it up, especially that Mao Yan'an who can draw evidence.

However, after the initial powerful shock to the past, I slowly started to recall some hazy remnants. I seem to have had poor health as a child, and my family elders weren't very good at taking care of children. After Sister Yueying took over, besides improving my diet, she also changed all my clothes to women's clothing according to the customs of the Eastern island nation.

What a perverted country! I don't understand why they have such customs and beliefs, but the Japanese seem to believe that boys will be harassed by ghosts before they reach adulthood, so dressing underage boys as women can help them escape disaster and grow up safely. This explanation seems somewhat true, because putting aside ghosts, I don't even recognize myself anymore...)

(Why do I have absolutely no memory of my childhood? Is it really because it was too shameful, and I've automatically forgotten these embarrassing things as I've gotten older? But... I really don't remember anything at all.

Not only this "rosy childhood," I don't even have the slightest impression of Leng Linglan. I always thought I had never had any contact with her, until now, seeing it with my own eyes, I believe that we not only knew each other when we were young, but were also quite close childhood friends. And the images that had been buried in the corner of my memory are gradually surfacing.

Yes, why did I have no memory of anything before?

"Haha, Lanlan is so bad, she missed the ball again, go get it, go get it."

"Go ahead, what's there to be so smug about? I'll catch up in no time."

It's unbelievable that there was a time in my life when I could speak to Leng Linglan like that. If it were now, such mockery would certainly have serious consequences.

Leng Linglan, who hadn't yet learned martial arts, was quite clumsy, constantly missing her shots, letting the ball fly into the flowerbed behind her. She spent more time running to find the ball in the flowerbed than playing.

However, whenever she lay on the tiled flowerbed, bending over and sticking out her little bottom, her lace panties under her skirt were completely exposed, completely unguarded.

For men, peeking under a woman's skirt is a very exciting thing, and the lace panties of a tennis outfit are indeed a very alluring sight, but I never imagined that one day I would be able to peek so closely at Leng Linglan's skirt.

(There's always hope in life... God, I thank you.

The tiny lace panties clung tightly to her fragrant buttocks, creating a deep, rounded indentation that irresistibly drew one closer to inhale the sweet fragrance; as her upper body moved back and forth, the small white buttocks beneath the lace panties swayed and danced, like a tender little female animal raising her rear to drink water, exuding a seductive and sinful allure amidst its freshness. To a male, it was definitely more than just a desire to touch.

(Ha, reason is one thing, but the body's reaction is quite honest... God, is this a test you've given me? Haha.

Despite knowing it's inappropriate, my blood couldn't help but surge wildly downwards; the sweet, sinful feeling of touching the forbidden made me even less willing to control my filthy desires.

"Where did you hit the ball? I can't find it...")

"It's your own fault for being so clumsy and not being able to find it. Move aside, I'll help you find it."

This seemed to confirm the saying "good fortune never comes in pairs." Just as my throbbing erection was reaching its peak, two delicate, pert buttocks suddenly appeared before me, clad in lace panties of different colors, swaying gently. Beneath the seemingly normal scene lay an inappropriate, fiery temptation. Despite my desperate self-criticism and attempts to cool down, my erection wouldn't cooperate, its hardness rising in tandem with my earlier desire.

(Oh! No, no, no… I can't get hard now! Seeing something I shouldn't and still getting hard will turn me into Ryan, I'll become gay… Oh God, please don't curse me this way.)

It felt like being sodomized. I clutched my head, closed my eyes, my face contorted with extreme inner turmoil, vowing never again to spout nonsense about reason or physical reactions.

(Good heavens, I went through all that trouble to go back in time to uncover the truth, not to discover my sexuality!

Compared to the lost memories, I feel this moment is far more devastating. Luckily, the two kids quickly found the ball, ran back to Yueying, put away their rackets, and started fighting over the cakes Yueying had made.

Perhaps being born into a royal family is a blessing. I suddenly remembered that twelve years ago, the Kingdom of Alibuda was nothing like it is today. Back then, the economy was chaotic, the gap between rich and poor was enormous, and ordinary people were suffering. Many unemployed and impoverished parents had no will to live, and that's how they prepared cakes and invited their children to share them.) They shared food, and overnight, the entire family perished.

Such frequent occurrences were not uncommon at the time. It wasn't until Yueying married into the Golden Flower Federation, and Ryan vigorously cooperated with Alibuda, offering various political and economic incentives, that Alibuda rapidly developed to its current size. Therefore, to the people of Alibuda, Yueying was like a goddess who sacrificed herself to save the world.

I stood aside, quietly watching Yueying comfort the two children, her gentle expression tinged with reluctance.

This was likely the last time she would prepare snacks for them. Tomorrow she would be married off to the Golden Flower Federation; what was she thinking at this moment?

"Sister Yueying, I don't want you to go."

"Sister, please stay, don't get married, okay? I can't bear to part with you."

The two children's pleas shattered the awkward, warm atmosphere. Although young, they weren't unaware of the farewell that awaited them the next day. After forcing smiles, they finally reverted to their childlike expressions.

"Sister, I want to stay too..."

Gently stroking the two children's hair, letting them hug her light green apron, Yueying's sorrowful and tender expression moved me deeply. I unconsciously took a step forward, but when our eyes met, I saw a deeper resolve within them.

“Little brother, Lanlan, please forgive your sister. I have a reason I can't stay…”

Was that reason because of this country? As I pondered this, Uncle Fu strode over. Although time had rewound twelve years, he didn't seem much younger; he was truly a terrifying old monster.

Uncle Fu interrupted our conversation, telling us that the Moonsakura Palace had sent another envoy to ask the two princesses to return. However, Moonsakura told Uncle Fu that she wanted to spend more time with her two children before leaving Sara, as such moments would be rare in the future. She asked Uncle Fu to help her send the envoy away.

“Understood. Then… with the honor of the Farrell family assuring you, Your Highness, you can rest assured tonight; you will not be disturbed in any way.”

It was a bit strange. Uncle Fu's departing figure didn't look like his usual frail, aged self; instead, he resembled a brave warrior about to go into battle—a truly unimaginable sight.

Nothing else particularly noteworthy happened afterward. The two children stopped crying and began playing with Yueying again, as if using up all the joy they would have for the next twelve years at once. Even I, watching from the sidelines, was infected by that overflowing happiness, oblivious to the fleeting time.

Six-year-old Leng Linglan was completely different from her adult self; she showed no signs of maturity or wisdom. She argued proudly and mischievously with her playmates, especially when they were arguing about trivial topics like "what's so great about having a penis?" Yueying blushed as she tried to resolve the argument, a sight that was truly endearing.

In this warm atmosphere, I was still pondering something: Yueying's secret lover. She's getting married tomorrow, and given how much she values her lover, it's impossible for her not to see him one last time. But Yueying clearly doesn't want to leave the Jue Mansion tonight. Could it be that she's arranged to meet that man there?

Objectively speaking, the Jue Mansion is indeed a good place for a secret rendezvous—secluded and undisturbed. But if no outsiders can enter, could that man be a member of the Jue Mansion? But… the men in the Jue Mansion are either old or disabled. Even if Yueying is compassionate, she wouldn't need to choose an old and disabled man for a relationship, would she? Could it be…

(Could it be… my perverted father?)

This doubt resurfaced in my mind. If it's my perverted father from twelve years ago, in his prime, handsome, with unparalleled martial arts skills, and a world-renowned hero, he certainly has the right to make any woman fall for him. And if he gave the order, these old fogies in the family would definitely obey, disregarding any respect for the royal palace or the king. Considering everything, this seems to be the most plausible explanation.

(Damn it, I don't want Yueying as my stepmother.

The moment I realized I'd traveled back in time, I already had a plan. If I found Yueying's lover, the thing I'd do was kill him immediately. I'd rather Yueying wait twelve years in vain than let them be happily reunited. I'm not crazy; I wouldn't do something so self-destructive. But if that man really is my perverted father, why should I kill him to silence him?

Half a day passed in a flash. The sky darkened, and night fell. I looked at Yueying and the two children…) After dinner, I secretly regretted not bringing my own lunch; my stomach was growling with hunger. After dinner, Yueying sent Leng Linglan back to the palace, while she stayed at the noble's residence. This unusual action made me suspect again that she was waiting for someone.

But the situation was unexpected. After sending her sister away, Yueying, as usual, tried to coax me, a child, to bed. Before going to bed, she had to bathe and cleanse myself. This was perfectly normal in a common household, but I was almost dumbfounded.

(Oh! No way... Did Sister Yueying bathe with me? How come I don't remember anything like that? Haha... Thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem wrong. It's just a sister helping her little brother bathe...

Under normal circumstances, there's nothing abnormal about this, but when there's an invisible voyeur outside the window, things change. Watching Yueying lightly loosen her skirt, tie her hair into a bun, and wrap her body in a large white towel, revealing her graceful and exquisite curves, I felt a surge of heat from outside the window, almost wanting to rush in with an erection.

"Good boy, little brother, take off your clothes yourself, and take your hair down, just like usual..."

Yueying sat on a wooden stool, holding me, a young boy, on her lap, gently helping me undress, her soft words tinged with sadness.)

"From now on, you'll have to take off your own clothes and bathe yourself. No one will be able to help you anymore, but no one will let you wear these flimsy clothes anymore..."

They really were flimsy clothes. Peeping outside, my lower body burning, watching my younger self take off the skirt, my only feeling was a rush of heat from my groin to my head, my hair standing on end in rage, wishing I could die on the spot...

That perverted boy, wearing a skirt and a bun was bad enough, but underneath the skirt he was wearing a sexy lace thong, with thin ribbons on the sides, and the thin fabric in the middle adorned with butterfly patterns, lace ruffles, and a vibrant rose embroidered at the very bottom!

(Wearing such lewd underwear at such a young age... The illustrious reputation of my Farrell family is now ruined by the lower half of you, you little pervert! How can I face my stallion grandfather after I die? God, even if there is retribution, it doesn't have to be like this! He's just an innocent child... Although he's an innocent child who wears women's underwear, is hopelessly perverted, and should have been struck by lightning long ago...

Outside the window, I couldn't care less about the lingering heat and hardness in my lower body; my chest was filled with sorrow, and I wanted to cry into the air. But the two people in the bathroom were completely oblivious to my feelings, still whispering sweet nothings.

"Little brother, for your safety, your sister has made you wear these clothes all these years. Will you blame your sister in the future?"

No blame... Of course I will! My head hurts so much! My heart is bleeding! I fucking roar to the sky, filled with fierce emotions!)

"No, what's wrong with these clothes? I feel so comfortable and happy to wear my sister's old panties!"

As if to prove his joy, the child with the innocent smile jumped up and down, proudly shaking the lace panties on his buttocks. Yueying covered her mouth and laughed, scolding him for being naughty, but my mind went blank, and I was hit with an unprecedented shock, instantly losing all hope.

(Grandpa, Father, Mother I've never met... Your unfilial son cannot bear this cruel world and has decided to end it all... Now I am about to embark on a long journey, and I write this with tears in my eyes, not knowing what to say...)

Just as I loosened my belt, intending to find a tree to hang myself and end this miserable life, the scene in the bathroom had changed. Yueying helped the little boy take off his clothes, rinsed him with water and soap, and gave him a quick wash. Then it was time for him to get into the large bathtub with hot water, but the little devil just wanted to run out and didn't want to take a proper bath.

"No, you can't go out until you've finished bathing."

Yueying didn't chase after the brat. She simply stood gracefully beside the large red lacquered bathtub, her slender hands unwrapping the towel around her body. Her elegant and noble movements were like a dance.

Underneath the towel, she wasn't naked, but wearing a close-fitting undergarment. As the towel was lifted, her snow-white skin was revealed inch by inch. Yueying's clothing at this time wasn't the Western style of the Golden Bird brand. Instead of a bra, she wore a crescent-white peony bodice that perfectly covered her chest. The rounded peaks beneath the bodice were almost unchanged from twelve years later, which amazed me at how perfectly Yueying's figure had remained.

"Little brother, looking like this... are you still in such a hurry to run out?"

Like a seductive siren from mythology, Yueying's sweet laughter was captivating. When she untied the thin red string of the bodice with a gentle laugh and took it off, the cunning brat stopped yelling to run away. Instead, he stood at the door as if expectantly gazing at the beautiful, fragrant body before him.

"Hehe, still not coming over? Well... what if it's like this?"

With a laugh, Yueying had already removed her bra, revealing two flawless, white breasts, like two ripe peaches hanging on her body, ready to be plucked. She was almost completely naked, wearing only a thin silk panty covering her full buttocks. She stood by the bathtub like a lotus emerging from the water, glistening water droplets slowly sliding down her body. The soft light made her delicate skin appear even more supple and radiant, captivating the eye.

The little devil cheered and ran back from the door in a few quick steps, jumping into the bathtub and splashing water everywhere. Yueying saw his comical appearance, smiled smugly, and slowly stepped into the tub.

"Little devil, you always have to do this to get me into the bath."

"Hehe, I like you when you're naked, and besides, you like me too..."

Lost in thought, I didn't hear what the brat was saying. I only thought Yueying's stride was incredibly sexy; her slender waist and snowy buttocks swayed slowly, reminding me of how soft her body was during our lovemaking. Her silk panties, clinging to her buttocks, were already soaked through, and with each leg lift, her clean triangle was faintly visible, shimmering softly.

Perhaps because of the large movement, one side of her panties tucked into her buttocks, exposing her entire snow-white bottom, but Yueying quickly pulled the edge back up with her hand, restoring it to its original shape before it swiftly disappeared into the water. Although it was only for a moment, the alluring and sexy sight excited me immensely, leaving me frozen like a wooden doll, completely unable to move.

"Wash yourself clean. Nobody likes a dirty kid. From tonight onwards... you'll have to learn to wash yourself, and you can't be naughty anymore."

Yueying took a wet towel and carefully wiped the little devil's body. Her focused and serious expression seemed to radiate a gentle, kind light. The little devil quieted down, as if infected by the sadness of impending separation, letting Yueying wash his body.

On one hand, I found it somewhat amusing, because even I, now, haven't had the chance to bathe with Yueying. I never imagined this little devil would have such good fortune. If he weren't the me of twelve years ago, I would definitely find a chance to kill him, regardless of whether he was an adult or not. But on the other hand, I felt something was strange. In this seemingly warm and touching scene, there seemed to be something discordant and eerie.

As I pondered this, the little boy, who had been quietly bathing, suddenly began to breathe heavily. The way he gasped for breath with his eyes closed struck me as odd. Yueying, with a half-smile playing on her lips, looked as if she were the same woman from that night,

her face flushed and intoxicated by the rising steam. Her slender hands, buried deep in the tub, seemed to be doing something. Curious, I took a leap through the wall and went to the tub. My heart pounded.

A towel was floating in the corner of the tub, and Yueying's hands were cupped between the boy's legs. Her delicate fingers encircled his penis, gently stroking it.

"Good boy, does it feel good? If you're happy, tell your sister."

"It feels...so good...sister, harder..."

"Good boy, sister loves you the most."

A warm, delicate hand grasped the jade stem, her fair fingers gently gliding over the tip. The intense stimulation spread throughout her body, and the adorable jade stem quickly became erect. In that loving and tender caress, it was alternately stroked, and soon the veins bulged, throbbing in Yueying's warm little hand.

The boy sat in Yueying's lap, his eyes closed, breathing heavily, as if he were experiencing great pleasure; Yueying affectionately held him, letting him lie against her full, high breasts, one hand supporting his scrotum, the other gently stroking the jade stem. Because of his small size, her thumb would occasionally rub the glans.

The two people in the bathtub looked joyful and happy, like a loving brother and sister, or a sweet couple. Only their ages seemed so disproportionate, making the scene seem strange.

I stared blankly at their affectionate display. Yueying's smile seemed both incredibly familiar and completely unfamiliar at times, especially the vibrant joy and love in her eyes, which overlapped with the image of the woman I remembered who had completely changed after drinking. ...But the Yueying I saw now wasn't drinking.

As I pondered this, the boy let out a muffled groan, spraying his viscous, life-sustaining fluid into her soft palm. Yueying didn't seem bothered by the mess. Under the boy's eager gaze, she licked the remaining fluid clean, then, as if unable to resist, embraced him and nuzzled against his ear.

"Little brother, little brother, what magic do you possess? Why do I feel so happy every time I see you? My body feels hot and I'm indescribably joyful..."

"Sister, I like you."

"Really? That's wonderful! I like you too. If you like me too, I'll always, always only like you."

The extremely intimate whispers in my ear startled me, and a certain possibility flashed through my mind, but I couldn't quite grasp it yet. I just stood there dumbfounded, watching them get out of the bathtub to rinse themselves, then, without even putting on clothes, wrapped their bodies in two large towels, and ran out of the bathroom with giggles, heading straight for the bedroom.

The towels couldn't conceal the alluring spring scenery. "Autumn Moon Celestial Maiden's" white and tender round buttocks swayed gracefully with her jogging, almost making me want to whistle. But the strange atmosphere of the whole scene made my body feel cold, and I felt a chill.

The old folks in the manor weren't deaf or blind. The fact that these two dared to so brazenly run into the bedroom without any other people passing by meant they both knew what was going to happen during the bath. And judging by their affectionate manner, this wasn't the first time; it was something they'd been doing for years.

(Am I...am I dreaming? Too many absurd things have happened today. Phoenix might have confused me, which is why...

I keep telling myself it's a hallucination, but a voice inside me is contradicting me. Ever since I witnessed Yueying's affectionate actions towards that boy, some long-buried memories have been stirring, flashing through my mind, making me realize these things really did happen.

The siblings ran into the bedroom, their clothes disheveled; what was going to happen was obvious. Before I even followed them in, I heard a mischievous, childish male voice from inside.

"Good sister, I want you to help me with my feet...")

"Hehe, you naughty boy, where did you get all these weird tricks from? I wonder what you'll be like when you grow up."

I went through the wall and saw Yueying and the boy sitting naked on the soft mattress, without a single piece of clothing on their bodies. Their expressions were peaceful and joyful.

Yueying glanced shyly at the boy, her expression somewhat strange. It wasn't like she was looking at her beloved younger brother, but rather like she was arousing her young lover's desire. Then, she gently leaned back her flawless white body against the headboard, extending a pair of jade-like feet.

They were truly a pair of beautiful and delicate little feet.

Beautifully shaped and slender lotus feet . Her skin was thin, white, and tender, with faint blue veins visible beneath. In the darkness of the unlit room, the sixteen-year-old girl's jade-like body seemed like a luminous white form. With graceful movements, she lightly raised her lotus feet, letting her penis rub against the smooth instep, tracing circles of sticky fluid.

The boy's breathing became heavy again, filled with intense desire. His penis was held between the girl's soft soles, thrusting back and forth.

The delicate, smooth soles moved with varying pressure, perfectly caressing the tender skin of his penis, creating waves of pleasure that grew stronger with each stroke.

"Sister, sister... I can't take it anymore, my little bird is so hot... I need to pee again..."

"Not yet, you're still a child. Peeing too many times a day will hurt your health, so... you're not allowed to come out yet."

The glans darted between her slender toes, as if deliberately teasing her. Yueying chuckled softly, and with a lightning-fast movement, she pulled her leg back, instantly sending the boy, who was on the verge of ejaculation, plummeting from heaven to hell.

"Sister... Sister..." The boy groaned in pain, as if he were about to cry out loud, but this coquettish gesture seemed to please Yueying immensely. Her smile was as radiant as a summer flower, her red lips luscious and tempting. In that instant

, she exuded a myriad of charms, a blend of purity and debauchery that would make even the most resolute ascetic monk's heart flutter. However, that unrestrained lust was fleeting, immediately replaced by tender care. Yueying gently helped the crying boy lie down, slowly shifting her snowy buttocks to sit on his still erect penis, warmly enveloping his tainted desire. She brushed aside the hair on his forehead and kissed his burning forehead repeatedly.

"Good boy, I love you the most. I'm sorry about what happened earlier. You're my precious little darling, my most adorable little lover. I can't bear to make you sad. Don't cry, okay..."

The painfully hard penis penetrated the woman's soft, warm vagina, instantly easing the boy's pained expression. He burst into laughter, burying his head in the high, snow-white breasts before him, thrusting his body rhythmically with hers.

The siblings eagerly demanded each other's bodies, emitting soft, lustful moans in the quiet night before their parting. The sixteen-year-old girl's fragrant body, snow-white and delicate, like a naked white snake, clung tightly to the boy, performing one intimate, intertwined action after another.

Watching their loving union, various familiar images flashed rapidly before my eyes and in my mind. Finally, after a silent, thunderous shock, I recalled everything from many years ago.

Whether conscious or not, Yueying truly loved children.

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