Alibuda Chronicles Part 1: Volume 5, Chapter 7

Chapter Seven: A Beauty's Heavy Entrustment

Long ago, I learned many things from my eccentric father, most notably how to survive in a crowd.

Choose the fruit you want, don't hesitate, take the most direct route, and pick it—this is the most practical approach. But such a simple principle, when applied to real life, becomes an impossible task.

When I attacked Katrina, I did have the idea of finding an opportunity to rescue her from the orc camp, but I might change my mind, so I didn't say it outright. Now, hearing her completely anticipate my thoughts, it would be a lie to say I wasn't shocked.

That calm and cold tone, born of deep understanding, perhaps reflected what she said: we are the same kind of people.

"I want to ask you for a favor."

"As long as I find an opportunity, I will find a way to get you out."

I walked up to Katrina, but didn't remove the belt covering her eyes. Looking someone in the eye while speaking at a time like this wasn't a pleasant feeling.

“Don’t worry about me. What I’m asking you is a matter of utmost importance to the entire Feather Clan.”

I frowned, worried that if she asked me to secretly untie a large number of Feather Clan prisoners and let them escape, that would be far too difficult, almost impossible for me.

“There are too many Feather Clan members, I…”

“I won’t ask you to release us. It’s something else, something even more important.”

Katrina whispered, “If the city falls, the beastmen will definitely come. To prevent that, we’ve planted explosives in key locations. If one day you hear an explosion and see thick red smoke rising, then…”

“Then what?”

“There’s a secret passage beneath the White Tower. Go through there, and I want you to destroy everything inside, leave nothing behind.”

Katrina’s voice became anxious as she said this, as if it were more important than anything else. I removed the blindfold from her eyes and saw the faint glimmer of tears in them, knowing that this was no small matter.

"What's in there?"

"Please, don't ask... I really can't say it, but please help us with this. All the Feather Clan will thank you... We absolutely cannot let those things fall into the hands of the Fire Worshippers, especially the Serpent Clan. If they fall into the Serpent Clan's hands, the Feather Clan will have no hope..."

Katrina's voice trembled as she spoke, clearly indicating that this matter was truly extraordinary, causing even such a strong woman to lose her composure under fear and pressure.

"Alright, I promise you."

Infected by her emotions, I nodded and agreed. Hearing my promise, Katrina didn't seem particularly happy. She quickly told me the method and path to enter the secret passage, and earnestly instructed me to get there before the Serpent Clan.

I couldn't tell her that the Serpent Clan had already occupied Skeva's City, and getting there before them was almost impossible. I could only smile bitterly to myself.

After explaining everything clearly in one breath, Katrina seemed relieved. Then, we fell into an awkward silence.

A lone man and a lone woman, alone in a room, especially one of them a naked beauty—it seems illogical not to have sex under such circumstances. But after that conversation, I lost interest and only wanted to give this tribal chief the respect he deserved… But if nothing happened between us, how would I explain it to the bear-men outside?

“Don’t hesitate, just do what you need to do now.”

Katrina looked at me with some sadness, but a smile appeared on her face. I knew she was doing this to make things easier for both of us. Often, when things are unavoidable, it’s best to let them pass with a smile.

This was a strange situation. As I began to enter Katrina’s body, our skin touching, I felt that I had never felt so heavy-hearted in my life.

Katrina was a uniquely beautiful woman, and I had secretly harbored improper thoughts about her before, but I hated this feeling now. Although it was only a little, the feeling of two souls communicating during physical intercourse... I found it extremely repulsive.

"Clan leader, I apologize,"

I said, then unceremoniously thrust inside. Despite being mentally prepared, Katrina still let out a low cry of surprise, sounding very excited.

As I expected, Katrina was no longer a virgin. Women born into turbulent times like her usually lost their virginity involuntarily at a young age. However, the tightness inside her vulva indicated that she hadn't had much sexual experience over the years.

"Huh?"

The Beast King Fist's power, which had been gradually weakening due to the depletion of internal energy, suddenly surged at the moment our bodies joined. Streams of heat began to flow through our limbs and bones, a warm and comfortable sensation.

(What's going on...

To confirm this idea, I began to violate the mature and voluptuous body beneath me in a beast-like posture. As glistening nectar overflowed from her flower garden, my rapid thrusts became smoother.

Enduring the impact, Katrina's reactions grew increasingly intense; her almost groaning moans told me she wasn't really enjoying what was happening to her. This also made me guess that her experience of losing her virginity wasn't a pleasant memory.

"Gently... gently... don't be so rough, ah!"

Katrina pleaded softly, but it didn't change anything. Her buttocks were repeatedly lifted high by me, then lowered with forceful thrusts, creating a double impact on her flesh.

The snow-white flesh made "thump, thump" sounds, and Katrina shook her head, suppressed groans escaping from her tightly pursed lips.

"Mmm... ahhhhh!"

"Don't suppress yourself too much, clan leader. If you keep resisting, life will be tough from now on. Those bear-men won't do anything good."

This was truly inhumane, but I wasn't being sarcastic. Katrina understood what I meant.

"Don't, don't call me clan leader anymore... umm... ahhhhhh!"

Katrina's hair was disheveled, and her slender waist began to sway from side to side. Although she was unwilling, she tried to relax her mind and body, allowing her body to simply accept the pleasure of the union of man and woman.

“Then, I’ll be presumptuous and call you by your name, Katrina.”

Without bothering to hold her lower body securely, I reached forward and grasped her heaving breasts, teasing the red buds at their tips.

Indeed, the Beast King Fist energy that had previously exhausted me was gradually revitalized by the pulse of intercourse, replenishing my energy. This was a feeling different from the yin-yang replenishment techniques in the erotic magic books. I was sweating profusely, exuding a wild, animalistic stench, and my throat was parched.

I gripped her full breasts tightly, deforming the soft flesh in my palms, a growing desire rising within me, as if I wanted to do something else besides intercourse, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was…

“Mmm, ah, hmph, ah!”

Katrina’s hands flailed in the air, causing the chains to clang, making the bluish-purple worm-like creatures on her wrists even more prominent and grotesque.

“Please… you must remember, about the underground passage… never let the snake clan get close to there…”

Still reminding her of the commission, Katrina whispered, sweat beading on her smooth buttocks. Her pink back rippled as she arched her back.

The burning sensation in her chest intensified. I roughly thrust my hips, grabbing her swaying breasts and kneading them forcefully, pulling them from side to side, my fingers pinching her erect nipples.

"Ahhhhh!"

Her beautiful face contorted with a mix of emotions, a long cry echoing in the tent, sounding somewhat like the moan of a female animal in heat.

"Katrina, I...I..."

Driven by an indescribable, ferocious lust, my hands moved uncontrollably to Katrina's white neck and gripped it tightly.

The urge to do this was uncontrollable, incredibly intense. While gripping Katrina, I pressed my hips against her plump buttocks, wildly swaying my body to match my movements. At the same time, the Beast King's fist force surged through my body like a torrent, unleashing its power even through my normally slow-moving joints.

"I...I can't breathe...be gentle, I can't breathe..."

Unable to catch her breath, Katrina coughed loudly, her snowy buttocks clenching violently and her honeypot spasming, giving me, deep inside her, a feeling of being constantly sucked deeper.

Driven by an extreme animalistic urge, even though it was only for a brief moment, my arms did indeed become thicker and stronger, and even grew thick, gorilla-like fur.

"I'm coming...I'm coming...I'm going to come, catch it inside."

I ejaculated amidst the spasms in my waist, my penis buried to the deepest point, a large amount of semen staining the long-untouched interior.

After one last thrust, I regained some clarity and quickly released my hands from Katrina's neck.

"Hmph... um... cough... cough..."

Katrina seemed to be half-conscious, her head tilted to the side, coughing incessantly, her body slumped weakly to one side. If she weren't chained, she would have collapsed limply to the ground.

After confirming she was alright, my gaze drifted down, and I saw her round, fleshy buttocks, still affected by the afterglow, trembling. Thick, white fluid flowed back, staining her inner thighs. An indescribable, complex feeling welled up inside me again.

※※※ The night wasn't very long. Contrary to my initial plan of a perfunctory affair, Katrina and I were almost inseparable until I left the tent. Like a male bear in heat, I seemed insatiably indulging in unrestrained release. Each time, it was as if I were emptying the stagnant air from my body, allowing the abundant internal energy of my Beast King Fist to fill my meridians, making my entire body feel exhilarated.

But that intense excitement grew ever stronger, another impulse surging through my body: a primal urge to tear apart living beings, to indulge in the raw, blood-pumping lust of a male beast, to obliterate anything that stood in my way, to release my pent-up pent-up desires through destruction. Finally, Katrina, utterly exhausted, her snow-white body covered in bruises, fell into a deep sleep.

I, on the other hand, was full of energy, showing none of the weariness that comes with repeated acts of intercourse. This was strange, because I hadn't circulated my inner energy to regulate my breathing, nor had I used any methods to replenish my yin and yang; my nearly depleted internal energy showed no signs of recovery. Yet, the Beast King Fist technique, which had been draining my internal energy, seemed to be replenished elsewhere, as if the violent intercourse had enhanced my Beast King Fist cultivation, making me… stronger.

(Could the Beast King Fist really be trained like this? Not relying on internal energy, but finding a shortcut to obtain power, so only beastmen unsuitable for internal energy cultivation…)

I couldn't think any further, because as the first rays of dawn dispelled the darkness, the tent flap was simultaneously lifted, and a large group of impatient bear-men rushed in, patting me on the shoulder, praising my abilities, saying I'd brought honor to the bear clan, and had made the Feather Clan chief suffer terribly, making even those outside the tent feel proud.

"You're too kind,"

I said, then could only watch as things unfolded. The moment I stepped out of the tent, a furry, dark giant bear pounced on the semi-conscious, naked woman's body. A deafening roar and a mournful female cry simultaneously reached my ears.

In that instant, I felt dizzy, and a phrase I'd long forgotten echoed in my mind again.

"If a man wants to be strong, he must train to become the strongest in the world, doing whatever he pleases, unstoppable, inspiring awe and fear in all living beings, able to kill anyone he can kill, and sleep with any woman he can sleep with."

This was my grandfather's motto throughout his life of unbridled indulgence. Although I never heard his voice, I could still imagine that he must have been an arrogant, confident, and reckless man who disregarded all worldly rules.

But this statement soon turned into another whisper.

"Humanity's enemy is humanity itself. We're born to compete. If you lack the power to resist, you'll be left with nothing but the power to have everything taken from you, your loved ones killed, your wife and children violated. That's the world."

My twisted father's voice was always so grating. I hated his views, his philosophy of treating power as everything. I wished I could live a life completely unrelated to him, but why… sometimes did I still wish I had power?

Life is full of helplessness and contradictions; perhaps this is the only thing that neither the strong nor ordinary people can avoid.

I walked with my head down, trying to suppress the unease in my chest. Because of the Beast King's Fist's extreme power, I wouldn't have to worry about being exposed for at least eight or nine hours. But for me, this imposter bear-man, I had nowhere to go and could only wander the bear-man camp.

Deliberately avoiding the side where the breeding competition was still going on, I intended to go to a secluded place, but unexpectedly… I was stopped by a few bear-men. Seeing their bared teeth and menacing expressions, I thought a fight was about to break out. But instead, they patted me on the shoulder and pulled me to drink with them.

The bear tribe's liquor was extremely strong, but of very poor quality—a spicy-sour taste that made me wonder what their tongues were made of. They didn't use cups, but rather large bamboo tubes or hollowed-out pieces of wood, gulping it down. From the outside, it certainly looked quite bold.

Everyone gathered around the fire to warm themselves. Except for me, the bear-men who had initially been so bold became timid and hesitant. Looking closely, I noticed their eyes were fixed on the flames. The slightest flicker of the flames caused them to shift their bodies hastily, clearly terrified of the fire. Thinking about it, it made sense.

A bunch of furry bears so close to the fire—a slight misstep and they'd be engulfed in flames, dying faster than anything else. It was fortunate they were in such high spirits, their bear fur splitting and cracking from the heat.

"If you're afraid of fire, why are you all here to warm yourselves by the fire? It's not cold, and it's daytime."

The bears' explanation was hilarious. Because in all the adventure stories since ancient times, heroes and strongmen make important decisions while warming themselves by the fire. To commemorate this heroic spirit, even in the warm daytime, despite their mortal fear of fire, they still bravely and openly warm themselves and drink by the fire.

I'm curious what they talk about. Back in the army, the idle chatter among my comrades was nothing more than discussing which brothel had a new girl, which... The young women there were quite pretty, and the daughters of wealthy families all had round, large buttocks. When they talked about it, they couldn't resist the urge and would agree to go to a brothel. If they drank too much and their animalistic instincts were aroused, they might even cover their faces, rush into houses, and, seeing a beautiful young woman, pull down their pants and have their way with her. The royal guards were the king's personal troops, mostly from noble families, and were used to running rampant in the capital. As long as no one was killed, who would dare to ask a single question?

However, the conversation of these unruly men surprised me. After a few rounds of drinks, when some people started clapping and singing, they all mentioned their families still waiting in the tribe.

Among the beastmen, men are superior to women, and mentioning one's wife is considered quite shameful. Therefore, they mostly boast about how beautiful, docile, obedient, and fertile their female slaves are. Unlike human society, the bear people don't treat the children born to their female slaves as slaves, but raise them as their own.

This is easily discernible to me, as they speak of their children with great pride. One boasts that his female slave had just given birth to his twelfth son before he went to war; another proudly says that his third son already has the strength to tear apart tigers and leopards, and will surely become a brave warrior of the bear tribe.

Besides personal martial prowess, sex seems to be a badge of honor for the bear-people. They boast not only about their own experiences but also about their sons' "achievements." "My third son is truly extraordinary! Before this expedition, he went and obtained ten tiger hearts as a token of his affections, and hooked up with Grayclaw's bear cubs. When he gets back, they might already have bear cubs!"

"That's nothing, my..."

Everyone chattered excitedly. I listened quietly, wanting to learn more about the orcs' culture, until I heard this sentence.

"Nothing compares to my little bear cubs. Last time I went back, he was with several of my bear cubs, it was so passionate, even I was shocked."

Not only was he shocked, but even I, the bystander, almost choked on my drink. "Bear cubs," in bear-people grammar, means daughters. His son and daughters were together, and this father was grinning from ear to ear—it made no sense.

But after listening for a while, it became clear that while orcs were physically strong, their recovery rate after injury was slower than that of humans. Coupled with the underdeveloped medical technology in the southern barbarian regions, the mortality rate for any injury sustained in battle was extremely high. These orcs, who took stories of the strong as the meaning of life and deeply believed in the idea that "the strong are born to fight," frequently found excuses to start brawls or private duels, or launch coordinated attacks on other tribes. Naturally, this resulted in a female-dominated population.

To replenish their fighting strength, each tribe encouraged procreation, leading to highly open sexual attitudes. Orcs engaged in promiscuity daily, fathering countless children whose names they couldn't even remember, let alone be raised properly. With dozens of siblings sleeping in one tent, constantly exposed to each other, it would be strange if they didn't cause trouble.

The orcs didn't care much about this, as long as these little devils didn't try to take advantage of their female slaves or challenge their fathers' authority within the family. They were free to do whatever they wanted; the more offspring, the better.

I can't really comment on this value system; after all, the orc world has its own customs, and judging it from a human perspective would only cause more trouble. It's like my cat getting pregnant out of nowhere—I wouldn't be so bored as to investigate whether her male cat brother got her pregnant.

However, as the conversation progressed, the atmosphere noticeably became heavy. These bear-man warriors, who had always boasted of their bravery, lowered their voices when talking about their children, and their jokes lost their luster. It was clear they were homesick. Even though they considered themselves descendants of the strong, heroes and warriors, the bear-men's expressions darkened when they thought of their families whom they hadn't seen in a long time and worried about their well-being.

One of the bear-men asked about my family, and naturally, I didn't tell them the truth. I said my father was hacked to pieces, my mother was missing, and I was captured and enslaved by humans shortly after birth.

To my surprise, the bear-men's expressions immediately turned serious. They stood up, crossed their arms, and began to sing loudly.

I couldn't understand the lyrics, only vaguely recognizing it as some ancient, lost language. The entire song consisted of four or five-character lines, sung in the deep voices of the orcs, sounding exceptionally majestic and powerful, with a profound sorrow that made one want to roar to the heavens.

More than a dozen bear-men stood there singing. Although their furry bear heads obscured their expressions, I could sense their piety and focus, singing the song with a respect akin to worshipping a deity.

Only after they finished singing did I understand from their explanation that the song was called "Heavenly Questions" or "Song of Defying Heaven." They didn't know the lyrics either, only that it was a song passed down through generations of Zoroastrian elders, sung together by the orcs to express grief and remembrance whenever a member of their tribe passed away.

Just now, they had heard of my misfortune and felt empathy, so they sang a prayer together, wishing the deceased peace and offering their condolences to me.

When they expressed their sorrow to me with extremely heavy expressions and promised that I would not be treated unfairly again after returning to my homeland of Youli, my feelings were indescribably complex.

Afterwards, everyone drank heavily again, and soon, the bears, fueled by alcohol, brandished their weapons, saying they were going to slaughter humans and avenge the humiliation of their people. Seeing their seriousness, I was fortunate that the Kingdom of Alibuda was thousands of miles away; otherwise, if it were just next door, these guys would have really rushed over and killed everyone in sight.

A moment later, as I was trying to find an excuse to leave, a bear-man approached me, saying that the young master of the Bailan Bear Clan summoned me.

In a large cowhide tent, I met this young master of the bear clan. Besides publicly rewarding my achievements, he also promised me great rewards upon my return, including cattle, sheep, gold, silver, and beautiful, fertile female slaves.

However, the Bailan Bear Clan also asked me a question. Since few in the bear tribe were educated, few were literate. Bai Lanxiong himself only knew a few characters, which made handling official business quite difficult. He asked if I, being a fugitive from the Kingdom of Alibuda, where the cultural level was high, could temporarily serve as his secretary.

I, being of noble birth, while not as accomplished in both literature and martial arts as Fang Qingshu, was still literate. Given the current situation, there couldn't be a better opportunity, so I readily agreed and began working under him.

"Excellent! Among the thousands of warriors our tribe sent on this expedition, finally one is literate!"

Bai Lanxiong seemed very pleased and wanted to take me out for a big drinking session. Frankly, although we hadn't known each other long, I was already quite impressed. These orcs drank all the time, celebrating even the smallest things with heavy drinking, always drunk. This kind of lifestyle certainly wouldn't foster any cultural development; it was a miracle they hadn't died of drunkenness.

Of course, this job offered me many conveniences. The bear people treated me with great respect. Bai Lan Bear, unable to find many of his own kind to consult, had no choice but to use me as an advisor, allowing me to uncover several pieces of urgently needed intelligence.

Sure enough, just as we had anticipated, on the second day after our agreement with the Zoroastrian Church to suspend hostilities for three days, a fire suddenly broke out in the orc camp. Although quickly extinguished, it still caused casualties. When they calmed down and assessed the damage, several pieces of devastating news arrived in quick succession.

More than ten skilled warriors from each of the Tiger, Bear, and Snake tribes were wounded. They had all rushed out to investigate the fire and were ambushed in the chaos. But what enraged the orcs most was that the Leopard tribe chieftain, Taliban, had been assassinated while his people went to check on him; his head had been severed, leaving him decapitated.

Throughout the attack, some people saw the figures of Feathered Clan female warriors. Finally, two Feathered Clan female warriors were even shot down from the sky. Although they were already dead upon landing and unable to speak, this clearly explained the origin of the murderers.

The pain of one person is the pain of the entire tribe, let alone the excruciating pain of the assassination of their chieftain. The Tiger, Bear, and Snake tribes, united in their hatred, launched a fierce attack on Skeva Tower City, spearheaded by the vengeful Leopard tribe, vowing to punish these despicable bird women.

Meanwhile, the city's interior, complacent due to the ongoing ceasefire, was caught completely off guard and suffered the current tragic state under this raging onslaught.

I asked Bai Lanxiong how many important figures had been captured in that battle, and the result was quite bizarre. Besides the city lord Katrina being captured by the bear tribe, several key figures of the winged tribe were captured, and the Neon Sisters, whom all the orcs were eager to capture alive, were nowhere to be found. Even Fang Qingshu, who was severely injured, disappeared in the chaos of battle.

"Not only that, forty percent of the winged tribe escaped in that battle. Counting the number, it must be close to two thousand. Exhausted and wounded, they couldn't have run very far. We surrounded the area for a hundred miles around, so tightly, yet we couldn't find even a single shadow. It's truly unreasonable!"

Bai Lanxiong slammed his fist on the table, speaking indignantly. If only a few dozen people escaped, it would be understandable, but two thousand people—so many people, and we couldn't find them anywhere? This was unbelievable. If these people were allowed to escape, we wouldn't be able to eradicate them completely; sooner or later, they would become a source of trouble.

The army's whereabouts were also a problem. The orcs were never very patient. Once they captured the enemy's fortress, their homesickness drove them to return and enjoy the spoils of the war. This urge to return would only grow stronger, and if they were forced to stay, a riot would

inevitably break out sooner or later. However, the leaders of the Tiger, Leopard, and Bear tribes were furious at the Snake Clan's occupation of Skeva's City and their prohibition of the other three tribes from entering. Although the Snake Clan priestess Natasha temporarily appeased the leaders' anger by "lending" all the female captives, they privately discussed that the Snake Clan must be amassed a fortune of gold and silver within the city, and might even have obtained some of the Feathered Clan's beast magic secrets—far more important than the female slaves.

The Feathered Clan's dominance over the Southern Barbarians was due to their beast magic, which far surpassed that of the other orcs. Their leader, the Phoenix Goddess, could control twelve powerful beast demons simultaneously—a truly astonishing feat. Although the Feathered Clan is now depleted of talent, who knows if they haven't passed down any secret techniques? If the Serpent Clan were to acquire these, it would cause them headaches in the future.

However, the Serpent Clan's stance on occupying the city is extremely firm. If the other clans were to forcibly drive them away, war would likely break out. This is something the leaders of the three clans are unwilling to accept, hence the current stalemate.

Hearing Bai Lanxiong say this, a thought flashed through my mind, and I remembered something.

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