Alibuda Chronicles, Part 1: Volume 10, Chapter 5

Chapter Five: Lustful Ambitions

"You're talking nonsense again. If this method worked, we would have used it already."

After I proudly announced my idea of forcing a fait accompli, Mao Yan'an didn't seem to appreciate it. He just frowned and said, "I remember I mentioned this idea last time, and you said then that you didn't like to knock a woman unconscious from behind and drag her into a dark alley. How come now..."

"I do dislike that, but things change. To learn how to force a fait accompli, there's more than one way: a sneak attack from behind. A good wine or a soothing drink can achieve the same effect."

"So you mean to drug her? I suggested that last time too. You clearly said back then..."

"No matter what I said then, times have changed. Now we have time pressure and performance pressure. We can't take it slow and romantic. Let's cut the Gordian knot and create a fait accompli. Everything will be resolved then."

I wasn't just talking. As soon as I finished speaking, a small porcelain bottle appeared in my hand. After uncapping it, the familiar scent quickly stimulated my sense of smell.

“Hey, my dear nephew, as your elder, I’m very happy to see your ambition. It also means I won’t have to secretly take your aphrodisiacs to you to motivate you anymore. We both know we’ve used aphrodisiacs, so you don’t need to keep opening the bottle. If something goes wrong, I’m afraid it won’t be good for either of us.”

Mao Yan’an covered his nose and said, “But I still have a question. These past few days, although you haven’t explicitly said it, I can still see that Lady Yueying is a very important woman to you. Why can you…”

“That’s right, I don’t deny it. Princess Yueying holds a very special place in my heart, incomparable to ordinary women.”

Mao Yan’an is a smart man, and we’re very close. He’ll see through it sooner or later, so I don’t need to deny it. But he’s still mistaken about something.

“But no matter how special or important Sister Yueying is compared to other women… she is still a woman.”

Perhaps not everyone can understand what I mean, but at least Mao Yan’an can. He paused only briefly before asking, "Nephew, can I take what you just said as evidence of your discrimination against women?"

"Of course not! I'm 100% certain of women's abilities. How can you say I discriminate against women?"

"But what you just said clearly shows..."

"Generally, discrimination against women refers to an excessive sense of superiority men have over women. That's discrimination. But I don't have that concept. In my opinion, women's value and status should be higher than men's, so I don't discriminate against women. On the contrary, I'm a good man who keeps up with the times."

Mao Yan'an frowned. "I don't quite understand. Please explain?"

"You're so troublesome. Even something this simple needs an explanation. Fine, I'll use a simpler method for comparison, and you'll understand."

Just as I was about to explain, I suddenly found Mao Yan'an's demeanor strange. He was like a diligent student in class, intently watching me, and even took out his notebook. This was quite interesting.

“Let’s make a simple comparison between men and women. Uncle, you’re a man, and Leng Linglan is a woman; you can breathe, and so can she; you can learn martial arts and magic, and so can she; everyone has two eyes, a mouth, hands, feet, and a body. From this perspective, men and women should be completely equal.”

I said, “But besides these things, I can sleep with Leng Linglan, but not with you. The difference in your usefulness to me is huge. Although I can sleep with your mother, and I can sleep with her mother, if you add and subtract, her usefulness before processing is still higher than yours. Applying this conclusion to all species, women are more valuable than men, so I would never discriminate against women.”

Although I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this logic, it still has a strong impact on middle-aged men of a certain age. Mao Yan’an’s expression looked like he had inhaled a lot of poison gas.

"Hmm, as the ancient philosophers said, 'If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening.' That's probably how I feel about wanting to die right now. However, some people have proposed historical materialism, and your view of measuring everything by sex, my dear nephew, is probably a sexist view of history. Everyone has the right to view the world through their own values, but this relates to your feelings towards Madam Yueying… Oh, I understand."

Mao Yan'an wasn't stupid, so I think he finally understood what I meant.

The matter had nothing to do with gender. To me, people only categorize things as "useful" or "useless." Perhaps some women are special, but they are merely particularly useful women. When I need to do something important, it won't affect my actions.

Sister Yueying has a special meaning for me; in a certain part of my heart, her existence is even greater than Ah Xue's. However, she is ultimately still a woman, a beautiful woman I can sleep with…

“Since we’ve decided to do it, let’s discuss it. Although you don’t need another old lecher spying on you, it’s always safer to have someone keep watch for something this big.”

Mao Yan’an looked at me with a sigh, patted my shoulder, and said, “However, after hearing what you said, I still hope that one day…maybe one day, there will be someone you care about, someone you want to protect and cherish. At that time, you might discover another kind of joy in life.”

Seeing Mao Yan’an patting my shoulder with a sigh, I brushed his hand away and chuckled, “Come on, you’re clearly a delinquent middle-aged man, why are you suddenly speaking so sincerely? Just maintain your usual scheming attitude. Maybe, possibly, perhaps—you used three interrogative words in just one sentence. What nonsense are you spouting about things you’re not even sure about yourself?”

It sounded a bit sly, but there was indeed a tacit understanding between this delinquent middle-aged man and me. He didn’t get angry at my teasing, he just shrugged helplessly.

However, despite Mao Yan'an's keen insight, there were still some things he hadn't seen.

Since my relationship with Xing Mei, my life had been pulled onto a different track. The ensuing events gradually influenced my values, leading me to do things I had never imagined before during the Jiangli Bloodbath and the Fog Valley Village incident.

Protecting A Xue regardless of my own life, I didn't feel there was anything wrong with it, because compared to losing this little fox girl forever, my life wasn't that important.

But possession itself is a form of loss. I didn't like this feeling of gain and loss; it made me feel very…weak.

When I reunited with Sister Yueying, I was overjoyed and didn't think too much. After receiving the king's decree, I simply focused on carrying out the mission. However, the friction between us made me realize something was amiss.

Sister Yueying and Sister Longnu were actually quite similar. According to their thinking, I had to be a hero more outstanding than Ryan Buffett to gain their approval. But I wasn't that kind of hero: Shui Yuan wouldn't be either. And as I experienced more, I felt even more deeply the absurdity of being a hero. Why must I become that kind of person?

If there's no hope of ever reaching the light, yet my possessive desire is so intense, what should I do?

In truth, life is a series of choices.

My heart, my will, won't allow me to lose myself. If the price of gaining something is the loss of freedom of the heart, then I will let go before my will crumbles… or suffer the consequences.

My intuition told me that this decision wouldn't be wrong. Having had too many past experiences with date rape and sexual assault, I didn't even feel the slightest bit of guilt. But what I didn't expect was that, less than two days later, I realized it was truly the most absurd decision I'd ever made.

In short, despite my many personality flaws, I'm not one to drag things out. The day after making a decision, I acted immediately.

I sincerely apologized to Yueying for our argument the other day, admitting my inappropriate words. We chatted and laughed, as if no resentment existed. However, Yueying is extremely perceptive; both she and I sensed an invisible but real rift slowly widening the distance between us.

If this rift surfaced, I'd be in trouble. The wariness arising from it would be the biggest obstacle to my actions, so things had to be resolved before that happened.

With this resolve, I suggested to Yueying that we take a secret, incognito trip as a gift of apology.

Since Yueying returned to China, although she'd been sightseeing in Sarawak daily with my uncle, we were always surrounded by a large group of people, making her feel very constrained.

Every public figure I know is interested in such "incognito" travel. Whether it's a disguised tour or a clandestine visit to a brothel, everyone needs privacy and time to catch their breath, especially someone like Yueying who dislikes noise and commotion.

To be able to run freely in the sunlit city of Sara undisturbed, completely forgetting her status as First Lady, to find a quiet little restaurant for tea and snacks, and to laugh heartily like a young girl—this kind of adventure perfectly suited Yueying's personality. When I suggested it, she hesitated only briefly before readily agreeing.

Abduction is always easier than kidnapping. Without the consent of the person involved, I couldn't possibly storm the inn and snatch her away. Yueying's immediate agreement solved the most difficult part of the whole affair.

I was in charge of security. With my arrangements and Mao Yan'an's escort, it was easy to create an opening, making all the maids and guards believe that Yueying was resting inside the inn, while she herself, disguised beforehand, was secretly brought out by Mao Yan'an through the back door to meet me.

Everything was agreed upon, and after returning to the Earl's mansion, I deliberately slept soundly to conserve my energy for tomorrow's grand undertaking. This was my basic plan, but often, putting a plan into practice is not so easy.

"Wow!"

I woke up with a start, my eyes wide open, unable to recover for a long time. Thinking about the scene in my dream, I felt a chill run down my spine.

"Strange, what happened? Why would I have such a strange dream?"

It really was a strange dream. I dreamt that I was with Yueying, humming a song, lifting her skirt, and dancing gracefully. How strange! How could she, always so elegant and noble, dance such a folk dance? Even stranger, we were on the roof of the Earl's mansion. In no time, Yueying broke through the roof, and we both fell down. And

this wasn't the only strange dream. Leaving aside the random images, the last dream was particularly absurd. I was dragging Yueying back to the Duke's mansion, and on the way, she was making faces at a giant bull. When the bull went berserk, she even punched it in the left eye before laughing and running away with me through the streets, causing chaos in the entire market.

It felt absurd; the Yueying I remembered would never do such a thing. Yet, it felt so real because Yueying's hearty laughter, her backbends, gave me a... comfortable feeling. However, there was something I couldn't figure out: while I was running wildly in the dream, Yueying was holding my right hand, but my left hand seemed to be holding something... dirty. Was it a dead dog?

Oh well, I shouldn't think about that. I have important things to do today. Being bothered by a strange dream is too inexplicable.

When I woke up, I turned my body and looked from above to the side. The first thing I saw was a snow-white, voluptuous, naked female body.

Waking up every morning to see an unknown female body is a common dream for many men. Uncle Fu said that Grandpa used to think about who owned those round, beautiful breasts the first thing he did upon waking. My

perverted father is also a man, but neither Uncle Fu nor I know anything about his sex life. This erotic style of identifying breasts every morning seems out of place for him. As his own son, I can only hope with tears in my eyes that he doesn't first wonder if the body next to him is a woman or a corpse.

Of course, I wish I had Grandpa's good fortune, but that's impossible. When I confirmed that I was sleeping in the Duke's mansion's bedroom, there was only one answer to who owned this beautiful naked body.

From behind, I could clearly see her slender, hourglass-shaped waist and round, plump buttocks, plus those enormous, snow-white breasts that weren't hidden by her back. Who else could it be but my little apprentice, Xue?

Last night, although I was determined to rest early, Ah Xue somehow managed to get into bed before I went to sleep. She seemed to have the wrong bedroom, and in her drowsy state, she lay down on the bed. Her plump, white buttocks rubbed against my crotch, ignoring her pleas for mercy, and I repeatedly and wantonly ejaculated inside her tight, hot anus.

"Damn, how many times did it last night? Three or four times? Luckily, I didn't go weak... We still have to get down to business later, I need to find some things to replenish myself..."

I wanted to get off the bed, but seeing her round, beautiful buttocks before me, I couldn't resist reaching out to caress them. Her soft skin was whiter and more delicate than fine porcelain, and I couldn't help but pat it repeatedly.

(No, if I keep playing around, it'll interfere with our business...)

With great willpower, I tried to leave, but my movement woke Ah Xue.

"Hmm, good morning, Master..."

Ah Xue rubbed her sleepy eyes, her voice full of languid weariness, her adorable appearance resembling a lazy little fox.

Last night, I used all my strength to let her vent several times, and I finally managed to close my eyes and rest. Now I was at my most exhausted. If it were any other woman, she would definitely go back to sleep at this time. However, Ah Xue is a very "well-mannered" little woman in this regard. Even though she was still drowsy, she automatically reached between my legs and skillfully rubbed my semi-erect penis with her soft palm.

"Ah! Xue, it's not like that... Today, not today... Ah..."

My attempts to stop her were useless; they only made things worse. Xue, still half-asleep and misunderstanding my meaning, thought I was in a particularly good mood and wanted to try something more elaborate. She half-closed her sleepy eyes, placed her hand on my shoulder, and made me lie down.

Because I was disoriented, Xue's strength gave me no chance to struggle, and I was forced back onto the bed. She then stretched out her legs and straddled my waist.

As an orphan, Xue had a unique skill: when she skillfully teased my penis with her furry fox tail, the itchy yet stimulating electric sensation quickly made my semi-erect penis stand erect.

Xue adjusted her position, lowered her waist, and her hard penis entered my tight anus. My chrysanthemum felt as if it were bound by a hot iron hoop, the tight, burning sensation instantly captivating me, making me forget my original purpose.

At this point, there was no need for further explanation. I pushed her forward, allowing Ah Xue to straighten her back. Her large, plump breasts, like inverted white porcelain bowls, immediately filled my vision, swaying back and forth with our thrusts.

If the swaying of Xie Lian and Zhi Zhi's breasts could be described as breast waves, then the feeling I got from Ah Xue's H-cup breasts was like a roaring ocean wave, even more so up close, with the impact of a surging tide bursting its banks.

After a long period of development, her tender anus felt like another mouth, tightly gripping my erect, steel-like penis, leaving almost no gap. The winding vaginal canal still held traces of last night's ejaculation, maintaining its slipperiness with each thrust.

After intense intercourse, Ah Xue finally awoke, quickly losing herself in ecstatic pleasure, letting out seductive moans. Her large, bouncy white buttocks began to contract violently, her knees trembled, and she even lifted her hips and buttocks to meet my thrusts, letting the tip of my penis repeatedly explore the depths of her anus.

I gently stroked Ah Xue's large breasts with one hand, admiring their round, snow-white shape, while also regretting that they didn't produce any milk, otherwise I could take this opportunity to replenish my energy. Ah

Xue squinted her eyes, moaning with abandon, one hand constantly stroking her disheveled long hair, her fox tail swaying with the trembling, constantly brushing against her snow-white buttocks and my thighs, creating new stimulation.

Finally, I couldn't help but groan, a violent pleasure rising from my groin, turning into a surging heat wave, repeatedly shooting into the deepest part of her anus. Ah Xue just held me tightly, anxiously seeking kisses.

As far as my experience with morning sex is concerned, today was pretty good. However, thinking about the grand plan I'm about to carry out, I felt so regretful I wanted to scream. Including last night, I've already ejaculated four times. The moment I got out of bed, I even felt a little dizzy and weak.

I'm not afraid that such indulgence will harm my health, but I'm worried that it will affect my performance today. It seems I'll have to take some aphrodisiac before meeting Sister Yueying later.

"Ah Xue, you should sleep for a bit. You have class later... But if you're really too tired, you can rest today."

Ah Xue's stamina is good; in the past, it could even be described as having excess energy. But since the Fog Valley Village incident, when she became the host of hundreds of undead, her physical and mental strength has clearly declined. Coupled with four intense sexual encounters in a short period of time, her delicate body is now covered in fragrant sweat, and she's so tired that she lies on the bed, not moving at all.

I pulled a thin blanket over Ah Xue to cover her naked body to prevent her from catching a cold, and was about to leave when she gently grasped my hand and murmured something.

"Si, Master: ...Where are you going?"

"Nothing, Master is going to drug and rape a woman today."

"Oh, good luck, Master."

Being too careless, I blurted out the question naturally. I was about to regret my honesty when Ah Xue mumbled a reply and went back to sleep.

"Hey, what a silly girl."

A false alarm, I felt relieved. Seeing that it was getting late, I hurriedly left for the agreed-upon location.

Before leaving home, I naturally didn't forget to go to my alchemy room and carried a box.

The box was hastily nailed together from thin wooden pieces and had little weight. Inside were twelve finger-sized white porcelain bottles containing a thin, honey-colored syrup—a potent aphrodisiac I had concocted, given the unoriginal ancient name "Vitality Ode C." Its main effects were strengthening the body and replenishing essence; it would cause slight euphoria but wouldn't induce arousal or sexual promiscuity.

After all, things could change. I wasn't going to knock Yueying unconscious the moment we met and drag her into a dark alley. If I were to give her a strong aphrodisiac beforehand, leaving her with bloodshot eyes and panting like a bull in heat, and then something unexpected happened, leaving me with nowhere to vent my pent-up lust, that would be truly miserable.

Even so, to passersby, I must have looked like a very strange fellow, because as I walked, I kept chugging the liquid from the bottle, then casually tossing out the empty bottle, opening another and drinking it all, a lewd grin constantly spreading across my face.

The aphrodisiac wasn't very effective because I didn't want to let the overpowering tonic drain my body, committing a cardinal sin for drug users. But today's situation was special, so I had no choice but to drink the aphrodisiac, which was supposed to be a gentle tonic, all at once.

Glug...glug...I downed twelve bottles of aphrodisiac like hot water, and I immediately felt different. It was as if a blazing fire was burning in my lower abdomen, and a surge of vitality coursed through my blood. My previously exhausted groin quickly became engorged and slightly hard, giving me the confidence to face the challenges ahead.

When I arrived at the place where I was to meet Mao Yan'an, he was already waiting there. Dressed in a long red robe and wearing sunglasses, he stood there quietly, sword at his side, like a steadfast rock, inspiring trust and reliability. I completely forgot his past lewd record of stealing my medicine with a sly grin.

"Hey, uncle, I just noticed that the medicine in the manor is missing again. Is it because you...?"

"Don't speak loudly. Don't attract attention now,"

Mao Yan'an whispered, and I also noticed—the atmosphere on the way was a bit off. After his explanation, I learned that something had happened last night.

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