Alibuda Chronicles Part 1: Volume 2 Chapter 4

Chapter Four: When

a woman is down on her luck, even drinking cold water can cause her to choke. I'd known this for a long time, but actually experiencing it still made me want to vomit. I'm not a good person. Whether it was when I was a child in school, and my classmates and I seduced that beautiful and seductive teacher's wife, and the goatee-bearded lecturer's furious curses; or years later, gazing at the distant mountains and reflecting on the first half of my life, I've always acknowledged this fact.

Raping women like tonight isn't the first time in my life, nor will it be the last. However, I'm always extra careful not to kill anyone. This isn't to boast that I still have some humanity, but I always believe that the women I want to rape must be exceptional beauties. If I kill them easily, wouldn't I have nothing to do with them in the future? Therefore, I'm always very careful in this regard.

However, I never expected things to turn out like tonight. While I was enjoying myself with Zhizhi, her frail mother was awakened by the noise in her room. She struggled to get up and went to check, only to see her daughter bound and raped in a pitiful state at the back door. The old woman seemed to be in poor health. Watching for so long, the shock became too much for her, and she vomited blood and fainted at the doorway.

No wonder Zhizhi desperately tried to suppress her cries while being violated; besides fearing others would hear, she was even more afraid her frail mother inside would hear. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Looking at Zhizhi, who was nearly fainting from crying, I felt too embarrassed to tell her, "Your mother must have been coughing up blood while watching me fuck you until you bled, collapsing in despair and grief." I

quickly prepared some emergency medication to keep her alive and told Zhizhi to go find a doctor. In the chaos, she seemed to forget to hate me, the villain who had taken her virginity, and cried that a doctor would definitely not come.

I knew a little about why a doctor wouldn't come. Leaving aside the quack doctors in the slums, ordinary doctors usually wouldn't come to places like this. From what she said, it seemed that she and her mother were slaves. According to the public laws recognized by the continental countries, the right to life of slaves was not guaranteed; they could simply be thrown into a ditch after death. Why would they need a doctor?

"There's no other way. Tell me where the doctor is, and I'll go find him!"

"Huh?"

Zhizhi stopped crying, raised her already tear-filled face, and looked at me, a hint of gratitude in her eyes. Helpless, since I'd already done a good deed, I figured I might as well do one more. I asked her for the doctor's address, took out gold coins from my purse, and hurried out. Sure enough, because of the scandal from years ago, the doctor was unwilling to treat the mother and daughter who had shamed Nalivia. I showed him the gold coins, even the poisoned dagger—I almost pulled out my 10,000-Knight Commander's Medal—to force him to reluctantly come with me.

Honestly, coughing up so much blood from such a shock must mean she has tuberculosis or something similar, and it's quite serious. My first aid could only barely keep her alive; it wouldn't help much. I doubt the old woman would even be able to drag the doctor back before…

wait, what? Zhizhi called that old woman "Mother," but according to the records, Zhizhi's mother was only in her early thirties at most, a beautiful woman. How could she have become such an old woman? Hmm, besides her serious illness, there were faint signs of excessive indulgence in her sex life. If sex is too frequent and one doesn't know how to take care of their body, it's true that premature aging will occur. Who would have thought that this wrinkled, white-haired old woman was once a womanizer? I couldn't come to a conclusion, and when we finally rushed back, before we even entered the door, I already knew something was wrong.

"Mom, Mom, wake up... don't leave me alone... Mom, Mom~~~" Pushing open the dilapidated door, the scene before me could be summed up as "crying over a corpse." The girl's slender and petite body looked especially weak at this moment, and her helpless sobs echoed in my ears, slowly settling in my heart.

That damned doctor wouldn't even bother to look at me closely. He patted my shoulder, sighed, and left. Even worse, shortly after he left, I suddenly realized that the bastard had taken one of my gold coins…

The patient was indeed lifeless, but as far as I know, there's a difference between being lifeless and being dead in medical terms. From a magical perspective, there are many ways to bring a patient who hasn't even been dead for half an hour back to life.

Among the five major magical schools—white, black, red, cyan, and blue—water magic (represented by blue) and fire magic (represented by red) lack the ability to heal the injured, but the other three schools have related spells available. Outstanding light-elemental priests like Tianhe Xueqiong possess many powerful blessing and healing spells that can repair damaged bodies and regenerate.

In the southern barbarian lands, the summoning spells performed to worship the earth and nature are said to summon many incredible magical beasts and demons capable of channeling the vast life force of the forest into the wounded, restoring their vitality.

As for dark magic, which deals with the dead and the undead, it's the only school capable of exchanging life force; the Blood Nightmare Archmage of Ishtar was a prime example. Whether the patient is dead or not is irrelevant; even if they are, their soul can be extracted using a soul-resurrection spell and transformed into zombies or undead warriors. However… this contradicts the original purpose of healing.

Unfortunately, although I've learned this knowledge, in reality, I'm just a weak magician, not belonging to one of the five major magic systems—a sorcerer specializing in lewd magic. Facing a corpse, especially an old woman's corpse, I have absolutely no chance of applying my skills. As a result, I could only stand at the doorway, watching the girl tightly embrace her mother's gradually cooling remains, weeping bitterly in the dim morning light until she collapsed from exhaustion.

Having not been with a woman for days, and only having sex once, I've encountered this terrible misfortune. It's incredibly unlucky; I absolutely need to take a pomelo leaf bath to get rid of the bad luck… But why am I doing this instead of taking a pomelo leaf bath?

Perhaps the shock of losing her mother was too great; the girl had completely lost her ability to act for a time. For three days straight, she woke up crying, cried herself to sleep, or simply sat blankly in a corner of the room. Soon after, as I got to know this elven girl better, I realized she was an extremely strong woman, but at this moment, I was genuinely worried she might cry herself blind.

Whether it's because this place is special, or because the people of Nalivia don't value the word "human touch," after the family's death, not a single neighbor or friend came to offer their concern. A few debt collectors did come, but I paid them and sent them away. After that, I took care of all the funeral arrangements. If I hadn't had money, these things would have been incredibly difficult. Every business that heard the bereaved family's name refused, until I offered double the price, at which point they reluctantly agreed.

"Who are you? Why are you meddling in their affairs?"

Almost everyone asked me the same question. In fact, I was curious about the answer myself. To put it politely, I'm the man who forcibly took Zhizhi Lonia's virginity; to put it bluntly, I'm a paid customer.

Hey! A customer helping a prostitute's mother with her funeral? Never heard of that before, right?

What am I even doing here? Even if my perverted father, Ge Pi, caught a cold, I wouldn't necessarily be this filial. So why am I bothering with this trivial matter that has nothing to do with me? I can't answer that; I just feel I can't just abandon it like this.

I've never had a mother since I was little. I heard she passed away shortly after I was born, and no one else has ever seen her. When I asked my weird dad, who sits at his desk all day, he just spouted some arrogant nonsense and never gave me an answer. So, to this day, I don't even know my mother's name. Perhaps that's why, when I saw Zhizhi heartbroken over losing her mother, I felt I couldn't just stand by and do nothing!

Anyway, I'm just finding a place to lay low and do something unrelated, which won't hurt. I'll just pass the time!

Nalivia has excellent land and water transportation, and intelligence travels quickly. Staying here for a few days, I've heard even more interesting news than in the capital.

Due to the devastating defeat in the last battle, Solancia's 300,000 elite troops were wiped out, their chief general Job was beheaded, and even the Undying Fortress was handed over intact to the enemy. This severely weakened their nation, prompting our military to stir with ambition. We dispatched envoys to the Plantagenet Federation, hoping to join forces with them to attack Solancia and wipe out this hateful nemesis in one fell swoop.

How the war will unfold is naturally beyond the prediction of an outsider like myself, who has only managed to get by through cunning and luck. However, according to my perverted father's teachings, a plan that should be kept highly confidential has become the talk of the town even among Nalivia's housewife, which is not a good sign! I wonder if the military is getting carried away, or if some conspiracy is involved.

Besides this news, the naval battle is also noteworthy. The "Black Dragon Society," the organization that currently controls the entire ocean, is engaged in fierce fighting with the resistance forces.

The Black Dragon Society originated as a grand alliance of numerous coastal city chambers of commerce and gangs. As their power grew, they expanded outwards, conquering various islands and destroying the Jin Dynasty, which had previously ruled several large islands. They became a dominant force at sea, a political entity capable of rivaling the powers of various nations. Under previous leaders, the alliance maintained a relatively moderate approach, but under the current chairman, Kurosawa Kazuo, it became militaristic and extremely brutal, adding bloodshed to the southeastern seas.

"Black Dragon King" Kurosawa Kazuo is a peerless genius in the world. He possesses astonishing skill in black magic, his sorcery mysterious and unpredictable, rumored to have the ability to steal the sky and change the sun. On the other hand, his martial arts are among the five strongest in the world. Since mastering his divine skills, he tore the then-renowned "Sword God" Inukai Mukichi, known as the greatest ninja of Japan, into four pieces in just ten moves, and has been invincible ever since. It's safe to say that few would object to considering him the strongest of the five.

Such a powerful and influential figure has a formidable nemesis: my Dragon Maiden sister, Li Huamei, one of the five strongest warriors alongside him. She has united the various indigenous tribes of the ocean and for years has been raising the banner of rebellion against the Black Dragon Society in various regions. Despite the Confederate Army's best efforts to annihilate the rebels, their overwhelming superiority has prevented them from achieving complete success—all thanks to my Dragon Maiden sister's exceptional skills.

Just now, news arrived that the rebel fleet launched a surprise attack and won a resounding victory, liberating the largest slave camp in the area and seizing a large amount of supplies. Although the Confederate Army mobilized a large force to encircle and capture them, the rebels had already retreated, swift as the wind, leaving the Confederate Army only able to watch helplessly. This is the greatest victory the rebel forces have achieved in nearly a decade. The fleet was commanded by none other than "Xia Hua Tian Nu" Li Huamei. Hearing that my Dragon Maiden sister used my gold coins to win this great victory, I was truly comforted.

As for myself, having been missing for a while, the public hadn't heard from me, and some had begun speculating whether I had committed suicide out of shame and indignation—utter nonsense.

The funeral wasn't extravagant; in fact, it was quite simple. A fire ended everything, because no clergy member was willing to bless a slave, and according to imperial law, slaves couldn't be buried in cemeteries. I didn't know how elves conducted their funerals. In fact, Zhizhi's mother was human; her elven blood should have come from her father's side. As for why the two of them ended up relying on each other, that was beyond my knowledge as a customer.

The already simple and shabby hut now had an even more desolate and sorrowful atmosphere. I returned inside, looked at the simple furnishings, and sighed.

Many of the wooden utensils here weren't bought in the market; they were salvaged from broken pieces of wood in the garbage dump, polished, and carved by myself. Look at the sphinx on the chair back—powerful and majestic, though crouching in a corner, it seemed ready to leap up and pounce on its enemy at any moment.

The double-headed dragon embroidery on the cushions is also exquisite. Although it's tattered, faded, and has loose threads, you can still feel the dragon's domineering aura—breathing fire and controlling lightning, surveying everything beneath its feet. I've seen the embroidery on the emperor's dragon robes, and frankly, it pales in comparison. These things must be the work of Zhizhi and her mother. With such skill, why did they cheat in the first place? Isn't it a great pity that things have come to this?

Back when I was still in the capital, I heard a famous craftsman from Nalivia give a speech. He said that as long as one is skillful and meticulous, one can become an excellent craftsman, but to transcend the status of a mere technician and embark on the path of a master craftsman is not something everyone can do; two conditions are required.

First, one must possess a pair of exceptionally skillful hands, unlike the spiritual power cultivated by a mage, but rather something innate. Works created with such hands radiate an indescribable vitality. Second, one must have a strong ambition. This is difficult to explain, but it certainly involves a powerful desire to perfect the work, which brings the piece to life. Those who possess both of these qualities are blessed by heaven, great craftsmen with divine hands. "

A trade is like a mountain," as the saying goes, and I don't really understand these sayings. However, the works in the room certainly give me a different feeling. It's a waste that this elven girl grew up in this environment, just like her outstanding beauty. With better cultivation, her beauty and talent could shine even brighter, especially her magical oral sex skills—it would be a real pity not to nurture them properly.

I didn't see anyone inside, so I went to the small room inside. As soon as I pushed open the door, I saw two little feet dangling in mid-air... Good heavens, the beautiful elf girl had hanged herself! Really, if she wanted to commit suicide, couldn't she have used a more creative method? As an elf, she actually tried to hang

herself like a human. At least she should have committed seppuku or drunk poison, right? Uh... But we're dirt poor here, I can't find a knife, and I don't have the money to buy poison. No, this isn't the time to think about these things. Seeing that she seemed to still be breathing, I quickly picked her up. Sure enough, as soon as I lowered her from the rope, Zhizhi woke up with a start, crying and screaming, struggling to hang herself back up.

"Let me go! Let me die... Let me die! I want to go with my mother..."

"Are you crazy! Your mother is already in the urn by your bedside. If you want to see your mother, you can see her here. Why do

you want to commit suicide?" "Don't worry about me! Let me go... Waaah... My mother is gone, I have nothing left, I... What's the point of me living alone?"

Her mind was in turmoil, and the girl's struggles could only be described as terrifying. Despite her slender and petite appearance, she was like a wildcat gone mad at this moment, her nails lashing out wildly, leaving countless bloody scratches on my hands in her haste. Her rage was truly terrifying; besides trying to break free of my embrace, she constantly sought opportunities to run into sharp objects. It might sound comical, but her actions genuinely gave me the chills.

"Didn't you only want money? Now you have it, you can escape your slave status. You're beautiful, skilled, and have a wonderful life. Why are you in such a hurry to die?"

My persuasion was clearly ineffective, as Zhizhi continued to struggle and writhe, her mouth no longer able to form coherent sentences, only crying out, "Mommy's dead, Mommy's dead," her sorrowful appearance truly heartbreaking. It's

so frustrating. If it were my perverted father who died, I certainly wouldn't be this heartbroken. Why is there such a huge difference between us, both being children?

Since her mother's death, Zhizhi had been in a daze, neglecting to groom herself. She wore only the coarse cloth robe she had hastily thrown on that day. Now, as the two clung to each other, struggling violently, the robe had unknowingly been lifted up, reaching past her waist, revealing the smooth, rounded body of a young girl beneath. Her pair of fair buttocks, like the juicy flesh of a peeled pear, lay naked before me.

(So, so beautiful…

I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. Moreover, Zhizhi was beyond reasoning with. A sudden inspiration struck me—a way to resolve this predicament. Following the same method, while Zhizhi was disoriented from crying, I grabbed her wrists and lifted them high, using the strip of cloth she had just used to hang herself to bind them, suspending her body in a "V" shape.)

The sudden movement startled Zhizhi, her eyes widening in disbelief. Though she had a vague idea, she still couldn't believe it as she watched me tear open her robe, part her pink legs, cup her round, snowy buttocks with both hands, and thrust my erect penis straight into her opening…

“Ah… here… here…”

The tension, combined with the evening breeze, left Zhizhi's delicate vulva dry, but I forcefully inserted my penis. Since she wouldn't listen anyway, I decided to ignore her. I'd do my thing, she could cry, it was none of my business. After all, rape always involves crying; I didn't believe she'd be able to cry after all that pleasure.

“You bad man… you… you raped me again… ouch!”

With a mixture of surprise and resentment, the girl cried out in pain. And I, little by little, slowly inserted my hard penis into Zhizhi's dry, tender opening.

Hey! The head of my penis was finally inside!

"It hurts... Oh... Ah! Ah! Ah... You... No... Don't..."

In pain, Zhizhi's arms convulsed, tearing the strip of cloth above her with a hissing sound, and her thighs, which I had spread apart, trembled incessantly.

"It's okay, this isn't your first time, this time it will be much more comfortable."

"But... it hurts... there... it feels like it's about to... tear open... Please stop..."

I said to Zhizhi, who was crying with tears streaming down her face, "Didn't you want to die? I'll recommend the best way to die to you now. I'll start fucking you in a bit, and at the moment of orgasm, I'll strangle you with that strip of cloth. I guarantee you'll feel so good you'll go to heaven, thank me!"

After saying that, I thrust in all the way without holding back...

"Waaah—ah ah... ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah..."

Without enough lubrication, the tender vaginal flesh that had just healed was torn open again. In that instant, Zhizhi completely forgot about her mother's death, wildly whipping her long hair, and her wild screams echoed throughout the room.

It's exhausting to penetrate such a dry vagina. The previous round of exertion had left me feeling unwell; my foreskin was almost torn apart…

However, the elfin girl's poignant beauty, her stubborn yet sorrowful expression, was incredibly alluring. Combined with the intense pleasure of the vaginal friction, I almost immediately felt the urge to ejaculate. I slowed my movements, gently pushing and swaying Zhizhi's snowy buttocks, like swinging on a swing, thrusting back and forth.

"Ugh…it…hurts…"

Zhizhi's face turned pale with pain as she desperately pushed me away. Each time the fabric above swayed, her cold little bottom would touch my hot waist.

"Zhizhi, how does it feel now? Do you still want to die?"

I slowly, slowly swayed, and slowly, slowly asked Zhizhi.

"It…it hurts…ah…"

Zhizhi's pointed ears trembled with pain, her pretty face contorted in pain, as she slowly, slowly answered me.

“If there’s no lubrication, everyone will feel pain at first, but once you get lubrication, you’ll gradually start to feel pleasure.”

I said as I began to thrust hard!

“Ugh! Waaah…”

Zhizhi’s whole body felt like it was being torn apart.

For her, who hadn’t yet recovered from the devastating loss of her mother, the shock of being violated by a man again was immense. She turned her head away, and bright tears fell one by one.

The method had worked; at least Zhizhi stopped crying and screaming. I simply ripped off her robe and kissed her delicate, flower-like breasts.

“No, no! Mom will see… Why… in… this place…”

Thinking that this used to be her mother’s bedroom, and that her mother’s urn was even placed at the head of the bed, Zhizhi desperately tried to cover herself, but her hands were tied above her, and her waist and buttocks were held tightly by me, leaving her unable to do anything. Overwhelmed by the conflicting feelings of shame and pain, the girl’s eyes welled up with tears again.

“Zhizhi, you don’t want your mother to be bound to this world and unable to go to paradise, do you? Let your mother know that her daughter is already a little woman who can take care of herself, so that she can leave in peace. I chose to make love to you here so that you can prove to your mother that you are an adult.”

“Ah! Mother, Mother…”

Hearing my words, Zhizhi’s eyes became unpredictable and dazed. As I spoke, I thrust into her with all my might. In the bedroom that once belonged to her

mother,

the sound of her daughter’s miserable sobs echoed.

“Mother, you…you can go in peace! Your daughter…can take care of herself now, Mother, ahh ...

I lowered my head to examine the girl's wet vulva. Her engorged clitoris, a vibrant pink, was exposed to my view, and clear, sticky fluid dripped continuously from its crevice.

Grasping my stiff shaft, I pushed it repeatedly into her soft labia, twisting my hips back and forth to ensure it slid smoothly all the way in!

"Mmm...mmm...ah...so...so good..."

Zhizhi's seductive moans were accompanied by a constant flow of love juice from her cleft, producing soft, lewd sounds. I began to violently thrust my hips.

"Ahhh! Haaaaah...Mmm! Zhizhi, you're amazing, I can't take it anymore!"

With the girl's low moans, her buttocks swayed alluringly from side to side. Hot, sticky fluid filled her entire vulva, and my shaft was enveloped within countless labia.

"Ugh! I'm about to cum! Zhizhi, say goodbye to your mother!"

"Ugh! Mom, Mom! Goodbye!"

As if listening to a prayer, I smiled bitterly as I pleaded, thrusting my hips forward.

"Ah! Ugh! So good! So good!"

Our movements made our bodies hotter and hotter, like a lump of lust intertwined. I realized I was about to explode!

"Oh! I can't... take it anymore..."

I bent over, delivering the final blow to the distorted Zhizhi, my penis reaching its deepest point before ejaculating the hottest semen!

Once again, the passion subsided. I untied Zhizhi and laid her horizontally on the broken wooden bed, letting the evening sun gently drape a golden blanket over the girl's tender skin.

Without saying anything more, I simply lay beside the girl, caressing her beautifully sculpted naked body. Her long, orange hair, damp with sweat from the intense lovemaking, exuded a rich, feminine fragrance. Her beautifully arched back and slender waist were captivating. Finally, I placed my hand on her round, snowy buttocks, gently patting them, watching her firm, fleshy bottom jiggle with elasticity.

During this, the girl's sobs gradually subsided. Finally, she wiped her face, removing the last tear, and turned to meet my eyes.

Zhizhi must have been confused too! Her gaze held a complex mix of emotions, the majority of which was pain. In a sense, I was not only the man who took her virginity, but also the murderer of her mother. However, her feelings of guilt far outweighed her hatred, so even though she considered suicide, she didn't intend to kill me for revenge. After a long

while, Zhizhi asked softly, "Are you... a good person or a bad person?"

This was probably her most perplexing question right now, simple yet difficult for me to answer directly.

"Half of you is human

, isn't it?" I said. "Is humanity good or bad to you?"

Clearly unprepared for my answer, the girl fell silent for a moment. I then unceremoniously moved my left hand, which had been resting on her slender waist, to her proud, erect breast, gently kneading it. Instantly, a look of shock and surprise flashed in the girl's eyes.

"As for me, I don't care whether I'm a good person or a bad person. I just follow my own thoughts and do what I want to do,"

I said. "I saved you because I felt it wouldn't be worth it for you to die like this; I slept with you simply because I wanted you."

"So you raped me?"

The girl's voice held clear reproach, but no anger.

"Yes!"

I said without hesitation. "If raping you was the best way to get you, then I raped you without hesitation. That's what I did."

"What...what kind of person are you?"

Zhizhi turned her head away, not asking anything more. It didn't mean she forgave me, but it was a temporary reconciliation. To her, I might be an incomprehensible existence.

After that, the girl began to tell me about her life. This seemed strange, but for her, the person who could listen to her heart's secrets was no longer in this world; now, the only one sleeping beside her was this stranger whose name she didn't even know.

"Sixteen years ago, my mother was the most skilled craftswoman in Nalivia. Not only was she a weaver, but she was also proficient in casting, a craft that used to be taught only to men, and she did it even better than men. You know? My mother was truly amazing..."

Zhizhi recounted many of the crafts her mother had taught her, mostly childhood memories. At that time, her mother's health wasn't so poor, and through a series of hardships, she managed to leave her daughter with warm memories.

As she recounted these stories, Zhizhi's expression was one of happiness; however, this fleeting happiness was short-lived.

"That's what everyone outside is telling you, isn't it! My mother cheated during the craftsman exam, so she was expelled from the technical academy and became a disgrace to this city."

Zhizhi said bitterly, her eyes flashing with a hatred far deeper than when she faced me.

"Hmm? Isn't that true?"

"No, my mother... my mother was wronged!"

In the girl's slightly choked voice, she recounted the events of sixteen years ago. If everything was true, it was a great injustice done to Nalivia.

For this beautiful female student, who was highly anticipated and seemed destined to become a star craftsman, the male teachers and classmates around her were all inherently repulsed, unwilling to break the long-standing tradition and allow a lowly female to defile the sacred craftsman realm. This dark emotion accumulated, gradually intensifying as she advanced through the competition, finally erupting on the eve of the finals.

Under the violent onslaught of numerous male competitors, what unfolded that night was a humiliating banquet filled with human ugliness, selfishness, and rampant lust. Although somewhat confused, had I attended such banquets before? However, we couldn't have gone that far.

Under violence and coercion, catching someone red-handed was easy, and the all-male judging panel and jury would only deliver a one-sided verdict. But the real disaster began after she was expelled from the academy. Zhizhi's mother was not only expelled but also deprived of any chance to rise again. The technical academy cut off all ten of her fingers, claiming it was punishment for cheating. Then, in Nalivia's court, she was stripped of her citizenship by the jury and, after being branded, became a slave.

According to continental law, slaves had no rights protections; killing them was not a crime, and the children of slaves inherited their parents' class, being slaves from birth. This verdict was naturally due to her extraordinary beauty. Her life ruined, she was taken in by a high-ranking official and lived a miserable, dark life.

“My mother conceived me during that time, and my father… must have been an elf!”

Zhizhi stroked her long, pointed ears, saying self-deprecatingly, “Everyone says I have elven blood, that I’m a beautiful mixed-race child, but I don’t even know who my father is. My mother says she doesn’t know either. I’m just a bastard born from the mating of a slave.”

Years later, that high-ranking official was involved in a corruption case, lost power, and was arrested. His entire family, servants, and even himself were either killed or demoted to household slaves of meritorious military officers. Zhizhi and her mother’s slave contract was thus transferred to another powerful figure, who, according to her, was apparently a local gang leader.

Because of the torment she had endured over the years, Zhizhi’s mother was almost unrecognizable, completely losing her former beauty, so the master didn’t pay any attention and released them both. This was a system for dealing with slaves on the continent; when there were too many slaves to manage, they could be given freedom of movement, as long as they paid taxes regularly each month. To protect her ailing mother, Zhizhi had worked hard to earn money since she was very young. Besides paying monthly taxes, she hoped to buy her freedom and escape slavery with her mother.

"Although my mother didn't teach me anything, I've taught myself many skills, hoping one day to clear my mother's name in the competition and get justice for us,"

Zhizhi whispered. "Slaves aren't allowed to participate in competitions. I've been trying to raise money to buy my freedom, but my mother's health has been deteriorating these past few years, and I don't have much time left. That's why I'm so anxious for money, hoping to participate in the competition in a month... I finally managed to raise the money, but... what use is this money to my mother?"

I understood the whole situation, but I was neither a judge nor a judicial officer, so telling me these things was pointless. Instead, looking at Zhizhi's small breasts, rising and falling with her breath, casting a beautiful allure, my desire burned fiercely, and I longed to hold her and make love again.

"Sir... are you a nobleman?"

After what seemed like a long time, Zhizhi looked up at me and asked softly.

"Why do you ask that?"

"You have gold coins on you, and so much money at that..."

Zhizhi said, "Commoners who don't belong to the technical academy need a recommendation letter from a nobleman to participate in the competition. My current master will never let me participate in the competition. I...I..."

Seeing her stammering and unable to speak, I roughly knew what she was going to say. I wasn't in a hurry, but just gently played with her plump and lovely pink breasts, waiting for her to speak.

"You need to think carefully. You don't even know who I am, and making a deal with me will come at a great cost. Have you thought all this through?"

My current behavior is, of course, taking advantage of her vulnerability. However, even though I know she has no choice, I still hope to give her a chance to choose. This is actually a meaningless act, and a kind of hypocrisy.

“I…I have no other way. This so-called life never belonged to me in the first place; it was only decided by that contract. Now it’s just a matter of changing masters. As long as I can wash away my mother’s stigma, I can endure anything.”

Zhizhi said, looking up at me. She didn’t shy away from my hand groping her chest; instead, as if to prove her worth, she offered her breasts to my palm.

“I believe I am attractive to you, so…so, please buy my life!”

She was the one making the plea, but in terms of presence, I felt oppressed and unable to breathe. Fortunately, I was in a position to have the upper hand.

"Understood, I will buy you. I will make you a free citizen, let you participate in the competition, and take responsibility for washing away the shame of you and your mother. In return for these three things, your future life will be at my mercy. Is that acceptable?"

"Yes!"

"Then, swear before your mother's ashes by your bedside that if you do not keep the contract, your mother's soul will suffer torture in hell forever."

It was a vicious request, but once I freed her, she would no longer be a slave, and the contract between us would have no basis. If she didn't make this vow, we would be completely unprotected. If she remembered the hatred of losing her mother... I didn't want to raise a tiger to threaten me.

Of course, it wasn't just a simple vow. I'm a bad person who keeps his word, but I have many untrustworthy friends who swear to eat raw vegetables. I learned my lesson long ago. When she heard me chant the name of the "Pherexia Demon God" and make the magical vow, Zhizhi's eyes widened in surprise at my ability, and she also understood my seriousness.

"I, Zhizhi Lonia, swear by my mother's soul that if I break this promise, may my mother's soul and mine be tortured in the depths of hell."

With tears blurring her vision, the girl spoke this vicious oath in a trembling voice. And when she raised her hand and touched mine to seal the oath, our lives became inextricably linked, sharing both fortune and misfortune.

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