【Alibuda Chronicles】 Episodes 7-9 Author: Nongyu

【Alibuda Chronicle】
Author: Nongyu (Luo Sen)
Publisher: Hetu Publishing House

◆ Chapter 1: The Legend of a Little Soldier

The frequent falls into the water after arriving at the East China Sea seemed to be conveying something to me. If I took this as an ominous sign, I could prepare to run away and go home as soon as possible. However, determined to be an excellent "tracker," chasing after high-priced treasures all over the world, I didn't believe in such things.

Having just arrived, I had already won a brilliant victory for the resistance, which I considered a very good achievement. Unfortunately, apart from our group, no one could prove it. Therefore, when we were adrift at sea and discovered by the resistance ships, we were treated as spies.

This caused a little trouble, but it wasn't a big problem. With my and Mao Yan'an's silver tongues, and Ah Xue's eyes, which, though concealed by magic, still appeared pure and lovely, we quickly convinced them that we were volunteers who had come to join the resistance, but were captured and coerced by a pirate crew, kidnapped for ransom, and unfortunately caught up in this sea battle, which is why we were adrift at sea.

…Whatever, it wasn't entirely a lie; about 30% of it was true.

Having probably dealt with many people seeking refuge before, the resistance crew on the ship treated us with the courtesy due to guests, polite but lacking in respect. The three of us were assigned to stay together, but Violet was a bit of a problem. The resistance crew initially refused to let her on board and even considered throwing her back overboard, but Ah Xue's magic effectively solved the problem.

Not black magic, but something even more powerful than black magic. The moment Ah Xue bent down to comfort Violet, her pair of large, high breasts bounced against the thin fabric of her bodice, instantly silencing the nearby resistance soldiers. Their eyes widened, fixed on her full, proud chest, forgetting everything else, and they let her bring Violet onto the ship.

We were placed in the aft cabin, which wasn't small, but its cleanliness led us to a consensus: this place had likely been used to imprison prisoners before; we were essentially living in a cell.

Ignoring this ominous premonition, we made the most of our time in the cabin. Mao Yan'an asked for paper and pen and began writing; Violet lay asleep in a corner of the cabin; Ah Xue, after drying herself, lay between my legs, warming my chilled private parts with her full red lips and ample breasts.

Frankly, this method of killing time was quite effective; before we knew it, most of the day had passed, and we arrived at our destination: Lishada Port in the Honolulu Islands. As we disembarked, the soldiers on board stared at Ah Xue with lingering lust in their eyes, then glared at me menacingly when I reminded her to wipe the dried white discharge from her lips.

It was a man's pride, so I just smiled smugly, making no attempt to hide anything. As for that bastard Mao Yan'an, he always showed off his womanizing skills in front of me. He was flirting before we set sail, he was flirting during the journey, and even now, as we disembarked, several scantily clad women on shore were immediately captivated by his mustache and showered him with flirtatious glances.

If I didn't loosen my guard a little and retaliate against this seemingly refined but actually shameless man who was constantly chasing after pretty girls, showing that I was unwilling, not unable, how could I ever face anyone again?

"Nephew, see that bunch of sluts over there? Believe me or not, I can bring back a beauty on each arm after just one stroll."

"Oh, you can find a top-notch tattoo artist so quickly? Then have him give you a generous gift, not just your arms, but also 'Peerless Pervert' on your face. I guarantee you'll look incredibly powerful!"

"A true warrior doesn't need ostentatious achievements. Actually, I have some extraordinary features; even without the tattoo, I'd still look incredibly fierce."

"What features? Your rectum?"

Mao Yan'an and I stood in a corner of the simple harbor, exchanging forced smiles and mocking each other. No one noticed us two nobodys; everyone was busy with their work.

The location of the Black Dragon Society's headquarters remained a mystery. According to reliable rumors, it was likely a mobile palace composed of countless linked ships. The resistance's headquarters moved a year ago to Penglai Island, the most prosperous island in the East China Sea, while the old headquarters was located in the Honolulu Islands, where we had just arrived.

The surrounding waters of this archipelago contain more than a dozen islands of varying sizes. In the past, when the resistance forces were weak, they often rotated their garrisons among the islands to prevent the Black Dragon Society from identifying their main force. It wasn't until Li Huamei stormed the large prison on Bastille Island, liberating many soldiers and greatly boosting their strength, that they were able to establish a stable base on the main island of Honolulu. Later, with successive victories in the war and the expansion of their sphere of influence, they moved their main force to Penglai Island.

Upon disembarking at Lishada Port, one immediately senses the East China Sea atmosphere that Mao Yan'an had previously described. Although not as prosperous as Nalivia, the bustling crowds, diverse hair colors, and complex appearances display the vibrant energy of a metropolis.

Humans are the main inhabitants of the island, but on the docks, there were also crustaceans I'd never seen before. Their appearance was a combination of human and crustacean. For example, there was the old man to my left, carrying a tortoise shell and a cane, walking slowly; and to my right, a vendor with a crab shell on his back and eight crab claws, hawking various goods. The strange sights broadened my horizons.

"Nephew, look over there. See those beautiful women in white standing at the street corner, holding harpoons and with their heads covered in cloth? They're mermaids."

"Mermaids?"

"Yes, mermaids like to wear this kind of armor when they come ashore. It's their custom, easy to recognize."

I looked at the street corner Mao Yan'an pointed to. Several white-clad girls with harpoons were buying dried goods from a crustacean shopkeeper with a shrimp head, speaking in a dialect I couldn't understand. The girls were all dressed identically: their long hair was wrapped in cloth, their chests were bound with white cloth, and they wore sleeveless short-sleeved shirts over them; all wore white shorts that hugged their round, pert buttocks perfectly, and their calves and wrists were bound with white thread, making them look very brave and fierce, quite unlike the delicate and pitiful figures in poems and stories.

"Nephew, there's nothing strange about this. The East Sea has been plagued by war for years, and the merfolk are not immune. To survive, the beauties of the merfolk have also taken up harpoons to defend their homes. In the past two years, they have even formed an alliance with Marshal Li, joining the resistance army to fight against the Black Dragon Society."

I had heard before that the merfolk are one of the few all-female races. Like the Feathered Clan of the Southern Barbarians, when they give birth, if the child is male, the paternal bloodline is displayed; only when they give birth to a female will the child be a merfolk. In the sea, they have the appearance of a merfolk, but on land, they transform into human legs.

Merfolk are renowned for their beauties, a fact I'd heard of long ago on land. But I truly hadn't expected that the protracted warfare in the East China Sea would produce such strikingly beautiful female warriors from a race originally known for its delicate beauties.

"Nephew, lower your head, your acquaintance is here,"

Mao Yan'an called out, pressing my head down. Just then, a commotion arose in the nearby crowd. I looked in that direction, and my eyes lit up. A pair of strikingly similar, beautiful figures were rapidly approaching—the Neon Sisters, whom I hadn't seen in a long time.

Yu Hong led the way, walking briskly at the front. Even after several months, she remained slender and graceful, still wearing her female constable uniform.

A white, belted long coat revealed a faint pink bodice through the slightly open neckline, framing her perfectly proportioned breasts; a jeweled badge, her constable identification, adorned her full breasts.

Her lower body was clad in white trousers that clung tightly to her small, pert buttocks and thighs, revealing her long, graceful legs in all their glory, full of elasticity and beauty; on her feet were a pair of white deerskin flat boots, clinging tightly to the calves, the golden patterns dazzlingly eye-catching.

Seeing this dignified female police uniform, and recalling her radiant and heroic figure in the fierce battle at sea last night, my heart was instantly ablaze with desire. My lewd gaze lingered on her sexy hot pants and beautiful legs, trying to remind myself of the enchanting scene in the Southern Barbarian lands months ago.

At that time, under the siege of the four great beast tribes, the Feather Tribe's stronghold, Skeva Songlou City, fell. I had managed to infiltrate the Bear Tribe's camp and unexpectedly captured Yu Hong, who had come to assassinate me. I not only cruelly took away her virginity, which she had desperately tried to protect, but also subjected her to extremely humiliating and miserable training, wantonly enjoying her youthful and tender body. Until I left the Southern Barbarian Lands, countless nights were spent with Yu Hong's long, beautiful, jade-like legs wrapped around my lower back, her naked body moaning softly. The memory of that passionate scene is still unforgettable.

"Ah Hong, wait for me!"

Yu Ni, a few steps behind, rushed forward, her long, golden hair flowing. She moved swiftly, quickly reaching Yu Hong's back and grabbing her sister's shoulder, seemingly displeased with her leaving the ship alone.

"Sister, don't worry about me."

"Ah!"

Yu Hong turned sharply, brushing her sister's right hand away. In that instant, her light golden bangs parted in the wind, revealing her icy, aloof face. The lively, charming demeanor she possessed in the Southern Barbarian Lands had been replaced by an unapproachable coldness and pain. In that fleeting glimpse, she even bore a striking resemblance to the cold, beautiful Princess Leng of Sara City.

Yu Ni gasped and withdrew her hand. Everyone assumed her sister had brushed her hand away, but perhaps only I noticed that the moment Yu Ni touched her sister's shoulder, she recoiled as if she'd touched a red-hot iron. This wasn't a brush; it indicated Yu Hong's unusually high body temperature.

Both sisters had just finished a fierce battle and had rested for most of the day, yet Yu Hong was still sweating profusely, her short golden hair soaked as if she'd just emerged from water. Considering the evaporation, her dehydration was likely far more severe than it appeared. This was probably why Yu Hong, after shaking off her sister's hand, left without a word.

The Ni Hong sisters, ranked among the seven most beautiful women of the world, were naturally the focus of attention on this island. Their outburst had sparked much discussion among the surrounding people, who wondered what had happened between the two beautiful Ni Hong sisters.

(Clearly, poor heat dissipation. Strange, if she wore less clothing, the situation should improve slightly... Hmm, that's right, back in the Southern Barbarians, I already turned this slut into an exhibitionist, she must be worried about that.)

I knew what was going on, but it wasn't convenient to say anything at this moment. Fortunately, Neon and the other girl didn't look this way earlier, otherwise, with their sharp professional eyes, they might have recognized Mao Yan'an and me. At that time, Yu Hong would be on guard, and I would not only have difficulty sneaking close to her, but I would also have to be careful not to repeat the same mistake and have her sneak in and slit my throat.

"Hey, nephew, they're registering over there. There's lunch after you register, let's hurry up and go."

"Are you here to eat or to join the army?"

Amidst laughter and scolding, Mao Yan'an and I went to the temporary reorganization office set up on the island. Along the way, Mao Yan'an and I discussed how to start. Since we had already decided to start from the bottom and be a lowly soldier, it wouldn't be easy to make any great contributions. We shouldn't attract too much attention, but our low status makes everything inconvenient. Therefore, the best approach is to quickly gain merit and rise to a higher rank.

As for treasure hunting and profit, I'll do it secretly myself; I won't cooperate with that cunning old lecher. So, no one mentions it, focusing instead on discussions about gaining merit and promotion. I think that with the Black Dragon Society's power, establishing military merit won't be as easy as it seems. Mao Yan'an, however, is full of confidence, saying that with my petty thievery, the Black Dragon Society is nothing. He also says he'll gather material for a book called "The Legend of the Little Soldier," using my glorious achievements in the East China Sea—a title guaranteed to be a bestseller.

The Honolulu Islands are an important base for the resistance, attracting many volunteers from all over. Some joined here, while others were assigned from Penglai Island. The makeshift reorganization office is packed with people waiting to be reorganized and assigned.

After a long wait, it was finally our turn. We expressed our interest in joining to the person in charge, and then began a typical job interview. Naturally, we boasted about our unparalleled abilities, denounced the corruption of the evil forces in the East China Sea, and expressed our lofty ambition to fight the strong and help the weak.

The white-bearded person in charge looked back at us coldly, as if we were a group of troublesome people. With our forced smiles, the old man slowly took out a form and asked for our names.

Mao Yan'an tilted his head, seemingly considering something. I was afraid he would give me a random name like he did with Nanman last time, and was about to speak first, but he was too late.

"My name is Mei Renyou, a wandering, down-on-his-luck painter from the East China Sea. I hope to join the righteous army and work together for a great cause."

Mao Yan'an pointed at me and laughed, "This is my nephew, the young swordsman famous throughout the Golden Flower Federation, Mei Youren. Please, sir, do not waste his talents and give him a suitable position that he can handle."

Able to handle a great responsibility? Does that mean he has to go to the front lines of the battlefield to die? I almost kicked Mao Yan'an, along with the fact that he gave me that name.

"Mei Renyou... Mei Youren... These two uncle and nephew have such strange names. I wonder where these idle people came from. Oh well, the sooner they die, the better... These are your memorial tablets... no, your military tags. Hold

onto them and be reborn... no, take them to be settled." The old man with the white beard looked at us as if we were dead, then handed us two red bamboo name tags that looked like memorial tablets. Only then did he slowly adjust his white-bearded glasses and look at A-Xue, pausing briefly at her full chest before looking at her face.

A-Xue looked at me expectantly. After Mao Yan'an and I both chose pseudonyms, she seemed to be hoping that I would help her choose a good name. But having just been given a strange name by Mao Yan'an, I wasn't willing to let her be happy alone.

"Old man, this is my junior sister, her name is..." Ignoring Ah Xue's expectant blinking, I smiled and said, "Hmm, Big-breasted Girl."

Regardless of Mao Yan'an's sly chuckle upon hearing the name, the old man actually wrote it down and handed Ah Xue the name tag that read "Big-breasted Girl."

When registration was complete and it was time to assign units, Mao Yan'an's excellent writing skills naturally led to his assignment to the island's headquarters for clerical work. However, a very unfortunate problem suddenly occurred to me.

Military custom dictates that men and women are not assigned to the same place; in other words, Ah Xue and I would be assigned to different units. However, Ah Xue is innocent and naive; if she's placed with just anyone, she might be tricked and sold off. Furthermore, without me monitoring her, if her true identity is recognized, it would be a huge disaster. I had planned everything meticulously, how could I have overlooked this?

"Wait a minute, no matter how they arrange things here, I demand to be in the same unit as... uh, my sister."

Having no other good reason, I hastily used this rather lame lie to convince the old man to group me and Xue together.

Xue and I received a hastily prepared order and map, instructing us to go to the Geng San military camp in the northwest corner of Honolulu. After agreeing on a contact method with Mao Yan'an, we split up.

From the Southern Barbarian period to Sara and then to the East Sea, Mao Yan'an has been acting alongside us for months. Now, suddenly separating feels quite peculiar, but I'm rather pleased. This way, one less troublesome obstacle is gone, making things much easier for me.

"Master, it's been so long since we've seen Neon and the others. When can we go and greet them?"

Showing no signs of seasickness, Ah Xue energetically chased after Violet, asking me about Neon. I seized the opportunity to issue a stern warning.

"Ah Xue, we can't meet Neon and the others, at least not now. The reason is..."

Making up a reason was difficult, but I told her that the situation in the East Sea was complex, especially with the two armies at war, there were bound to be many spies. I suspected the rebels' previous defeat was due to an internal traitor, so we needed to discreetly help the rebels find the traitor first.

Of course, this was just nonsense. I knew nothing about the situation of the resistance, let alone how they were defeated last time. I was just making up some excuse. But Ah Xue looked at me with great respect.

"Master, you are really amazing. You are so far-sighted. The villains of the Black Dragon Society will definitely be punished by heaven if they meet you."

"Uh... really? Why do I feel like I will definitely be punished by heaven?"

I casually made up a few words with Ah Xue. Just as I was about to brush her off again, a commotion suddenly came from the alley ahead. More than ten children rushed out of the alley, laughing happily. They were holding vegetables, raw pork, fruit and other food in their hands. They were shouting and laughing as if they had won a trophy. The last few were also holding coarse cloth clothes. They ran out in a flash. When they saw the fierce beast image of Violet, they screamed and scattered.

If the children hadn't been so young, what we'd just witnessed would have truly resembled a robbery just finished by bandits. Curious, Ah Xue and I walked into the alley, only to find a man lying on the ground, stripped naked except for a loincloth. His back, hands, and feet bore numerous small shoe prints, clearly indicating he'd been trampled.

"Help...help...robbery..."

His weak plea for help made me almost burst out laughing. Although I knew the world was treacherous, and the East Sea region a dog-eat-dog world, I never imagined that the crime we'd witnessed upon arriving in East Sea would be such an absurd robbery.

Axue, her face slightly flushed, stepped forward to help the man up. He was a man with a full beard, a thick, unkempt mustache that almost completely covered half his face, obscuring his features. Judging from his appearance, he was probably in his late thirties, perhaps even approaching forty.

The man, after being helped up by Axue, thanked us profusely, explaining that he had finished shopping and was on his way home when these children chased him into the alley with bamboo knives and wooden sticks. They then robbed him of all his food and stripped him of all his clothes. For

a strong, tall man in his prime to be robbed by a group of children and trembling with fear was truly pathetic. I didn't want to say a word to him, but Axue took my clothes from her bundle and gave them to the bearded man to change into, even offering to take him home.

We were quite different in stature. Once he put on my clothes, I realized he was a head taller than me, a towering, imposing figure. The clothes, too small for him, were torn and showing through, making him look rather comical.

"You...you must be tourists who just arrived in Honolulu, right? You've done me a great favor. Would you like to come to my humble abode for a cup of tea and something to eat? I'm a very good cook."

"No, thank you. We have many important matters to attend to and don't have time to eat here. Ah Xue, we're leaving."

I gestured for Ah Xue to leave, and before leaving, I casually asked the man for directions. It turned out he also lived in the northwest corner of Honolulu. Thanks to Ah Xue's meddlesome nature, the two of us and a leopard went along with him, saving time from getting lost and also helping him get home.

"Sir, my name is Ah Xue. What's your name?"

I wasn't interested in being as polite as Ah Xue and took the lead, only to hear the man awkwardly reply.

"I... my name isn't very nice. I'm a chef named Kato Taka."

"Kato Taka? The legendary Kato Golden Eagle, a sacred beast whose feather alone can bring women to ecstasy? You? What do you think you are? What's down there?"

Startled by the name, I quickly turned around and demanded an answer. Kato Taka, clearly having chosen the wrong name, gave me an embarrassed smile, saying his father worshipped the legendary beast and named him that, and he had no intention of insulting it.

I was too lazy to argue with this man any further and urged Ah Xue to hurry. After walking for about an hour, we finally arrived at the northwest corner of Honolulu. However, when we parted ways with Kato Taka at the fork in the road and arrived directly at the Geng San military camp on the map, we couldn't help but widen our eyes, checking the map in our hands while staring in astonishment at the building before us.

The dilapidated state of the buildings wasn't a big deal; after all, I had already guessed that the resistance was short of supplies, and being on a remote island, having even a reasonably sturdy wooden structure was a blessing. But this large wooden hut connected to a thatched mess hall wasn't just old and crumbling; it even had an incongruous large chimney, wisps of smoke billowing upwards; glints of swords flashed through the cracks in the door, and the aroma of food wafted out.

Damn it! I seemed to have overlooked something very important.

The army's organization was complex, with combat units and logistics units, and that damned old man… assigned Ah Xue and me to the cooks' battalion!

Looking at the crumbling kitchen before me, I felt as if my legs were trembling. All the ambitious plans I had made for the trip to the East China Sea, the little soldier legend I had prepared to unfold, were now collapsing from the very foundation.

As I was reeling from the sudden change in plans, Ah Xue, seemingly oblivious to my distress, strode forward, pushed open the half-closed door, and loudly announced her name according to the military etiquette I had previously taught her.

"New Private Second Class... Big Breasted Girl, military number 5711438, reporting for duty at Geng San Military Camp."

The moment she opened the door, I saw the scene inside the kitchen and the three workers working there. They were of varying ages, but all shared the common feature of being tall and burly, and each had some kind of disability. Standing in a row, they resembled three bronze statues. Interrupted

by Ah Xue's door opening and announcement, the three men, who were slaughtering pigs, chopping sheep, and cutting raw fish, immediately turned and looked at us with smirks and grimaces. Their knives, forks, and axes were raised simultaneously, their menacing and ferocious appearance surpassing even the Black Dragon Society's bandits. If they walked down the street, they would surely frighten every child on the road to tears.

"Hey, where did this fat sheep come from... It's been so long since any strangers have come here..."

"Look at that big-breasted chick, so fair and tender..."

"Not only that, there's also a guy... He doesn't look very meaty, but that leopard next to him is quite fat." "

We just asked Old Man Chu for a few strangers to make soup, and they've come pretty quickly this time!"

The menacing atmosphere of baring teeth, along with the blood flowing all over the kitchen table and floor, all combined to create a pungent smell of blood that assaulted my nostrils. I suddenly felt dizzy, as if I had entered some kind of hell on earth, not a kitchen.

But a series of muffled thuds shattered the eerie atmosphere. All three burly men had been struck on the back of the head with a spatula, collapsing onto the bloody floor covered in raw meat. The sound of the blows was so loud that I almost thought they were all dead.

The one who did it was a large man standing in the far corner of the kitchen. His dark skin was striking, and his slightly graying hair made him clearly older than the others. He stepped out from the corner, coldly glanced at me and Ah Xue, and spoke loudly.

"Welcome to the Donghai Culinary Training School. I am the second-in-command here, Miyamoto Juzo. You have been assigned here; from now on, you are part of this place."

The gold hook hanging from his missing left arm added to his menacing aura. This black chef named Miyamoto Juzo possessed the bearing of a soldier.

"Upon entering the school, you must obey the headmaster's... that is, the principal's instructions. The headmaster's instructions are everything. If the headmaster orders a student to die, you will all die, understand?"

It sounded like there was an even higher-ranking figure in this hellish kitchen, someone even more authoritative than Miyamoto Juzo. But just as I was about to ask who this headmaster was, a tall, seemingly timid figure appeared behind Miyamoto Juzo, greeting us apologetically.

"...No, it's not that serious... I won't order you all to die, it's just that in a place like a kitchen, sometimes things just happen..."

The man who had changed into a chef's outfit, wearing a white top hat and a chef's apron, and waved to me and Ayumi, was the headmaster of this kitchen, the bearded man we met on the way, Kato Taka. Compared to the menacing Miyamoto Juzo beside him, it was quite a strange combination; it's worth mentioning that he had a blue coiled dragon embroidered on his left sleeve, with a red "特" (te) character encircling its body, I wonder what it means.

"Welcome, both of you. Oh, and this Miss Leopard too. Let's all get along well. Cooking is fun."

With this sentence, our blood-and-tears days at the "Donghai Culinary Training School" began.
◆ Chapter Two: The Four Heavenly Kings

"Master...no, brother, your knife-holding posture is completely wrong. You can't peel potatoes properly like that."

Still unable to break her habit of calling me that, Ah Xue stuck out her tongue shyly, but the feeling of being called "brother" in her sweet voice was truly exhilarating.

"I like holding the knife like this, so what? I didn't come here to peel potatoes. It's just peeling, right? Knife skills have to be fast, fast and fast. If you keep nagging, you'll get another beating from the second-in-command."

"But... brother, all the potatoes you peeled turned into squares!"

Ah Xue's words caused a sharp pain in the back of my head. I had been hit hard by the second-in-command of this dilapidated kitchen, Miyamoto Juzo, who called himself the "Vice Principal of the East Sea Culinary Training School," and was accused of wasting food.

The four chefs in this kitchen were all tall men with physical disabilities, named Miyamoto Juzo, Hyakuzo, Senzo, and Manzo. Miyamoto Juzo was the oldest and replaced the mild-mannered first-in-command, managing the entire kitchen. If he saw anything that didn't look right, he would immediately hit the back of my head with a spatula.

Every day before sunrise, we had to get up and start preparing. Ah Xue and I were newbies, and our assigned tasks were to stew soup, tend the fire, and peel and remove leaves from vegetables. It seemed simple, but I often found my hands aching from the effort. It wasn't because the workload was heavy, but because whenever I didn't peel neatly or remove flaws, that old black man's iron spatula would come down mercilessly. At that moment... it wasn't just that my hands ached; our legs were practically shaking from the pain.

"Leg shaking is a very mild symptom. The second-in-command still thinks you're just ordinary folks, so he's being very gentle. If it were us, his shovel would be smoking."

"Yes, it really would be smoking."

When it came to the pain, Qianzang and Wanzang nodded vigorously in unison. The Four Heavenly Kings were named according to age. The two of them were the youngest, only slightly older than me, and the ones I was closest to. They were my regular card-playing partners every night after the kitchen closed. However, one of them was blind, and the other was deaf, so their card games often turned into some strange sights.

Aside from being similarly tall, having equally fierce appearances, and all possessing disabilities, the Four Heavenly Kings have nothing in common. Even their names were new ones they adopted after joining the kitchen; as for their original names, I have no idea.

The oldest, Shizo, is a one-armed Black man whose missing left hand has been replaced by a golden hook. Looking more like a pirate than a chef, he was originally in charge of simmering soups, but after Ah Xue and I joined, he took over the job of cooking stir-fries and rice. This Black man possesses superhuman strength; he can effortlessly toss heavy woks weighing over a hundred pounds, along with ingredients, with his single arm. "Golden Hook Fried Rice" is said to be a local specialty.

The taciturn Hyakuzo is not human, but a crab-man from the crustacean tribe, responsible for making all the desserts in the kitchen. Watching him make pastries, his eight hands moved in unison, various bits and pieces of filling flying everywhere, instantly shaping an exquisite and intricate dessert. His lightning-fast movements were truly an art form. The only regret was that this pastry chef was born without a sense of taste, so the desserts sometimes malfunctioned… But what I really cared about was hearing that this giant crab had a very beautiful mermaid sister.

Chizo, the head chef of the noodle department, was two years older than me. His eyes were blinded by war, but this had honed his hands to be incredibly skillful, with an exceptionally sensitive touch. Every time I watched him move his arms, kneading, rubbing, striking, pushing and twisting the dough, pulling and tossing the noodles, each movement was like a silent dance, often making me want to applaud… until I discovered that this blind man's greatest hobby was cheating at cards with his skillful hands. The

largest of them all, Manzo, was the same age as me. His hearing impairment made his speech a little slow, and he specialized in handling all kinds of fresh food. His most frequent task was slaughtering cattle, sheep, pigs, and sharks with his thick-backed broadsword. Despite the knife's weight, his knife skills were extraordinary; each piece of meat, incredibly thin as paper, truly preserved its freshness.

The Four Heavenly Kings each had their own signature culinary skills, but the top-tier chef, surpassing them all, had an even more unique approach.

Even I found it hard to believe. However, whenever Kato Taka donned his chef's uniform, the aura he exuded was completely different. He was utterly focused on every dish in the kitchen, cooking, boiling, stir-frying, and deep-frying while simultaneously instructing the Four Heavenly Kings. The devout light in his eyes resembled that of a monk seeking enlightenment or a swordsman perfecting his craft, fully enjoying his efforts and achievements.

It's true that everyone has their own ambitions. Although over ten days of working together, spending my days working and my nights playing cards and fooling around, gradually made me feel favorably towards these people, whenever I thought about my own situation, I felt a surge of resentment.

It wasn't that there were no opportunities to earn military merit here. The Black Dragon Society's fleet and the island's rebels frequently clashed in sporadic battles. For several mornings in a row, I was awakened by the sound of shells exploding into the sea. But I was always in the kitchen, so I had no chance to get involved in the fighting. If there was any possibility of me going into battle, it would only be if the rebel fleet suffered a crushing defeat and the Black Dragon Society directly stormed the island.

If that happened, there wouldn't even be time to escape. Only a fool would try to fight a losing battle, and of course, there would be even less chance of earning merit. So, even though I didn't want to, I could only squat in a corner of the kitchen, reluctantly peeling potatoes.

Seeing Ah Xue getting happier and happier in this kitchen, even forgetting her original purpose; Violet caring about nothing as long as she had cooked meat to eat and a place to lie down and sleep; and Mao Yan'an displaying his talents at the island's command headquarters, thriving like a fish in water, spending his days picking up girls and drawing nude portraits for a bunch of sluts, without even having time to brag to me, I had to admit that one still has to rely on oneself.

It's time to seriously consider how to strengthen myself. To enter a world where the strong contend for supremacy, without sufficient strength, merely resorting to trickery and deception will not yield good results.

In the past, I always had the impression that I was unwilling to spend time practicing and unwilling to work hard. Even though my family's martial arts were unparalleled and powerful, I disdained to practice them, so my low martial arts skills were my own choice. However, in Sara City, Yueying and Xindeng Jushi shattered this false hope, waking me from a long-held dream and making me realize that I wasn't unwilling to practice, but unable to.

Actually, there was always a voice in my heart hoping that after so many years, my body was different from when I was a child, and I wouldn't experience such a strong rejection reaction when practicing martial arts, so that I could resume practicing my family's martial arts. The despair of telling myself I'm just a lazybones is different from telling myself I'm a complete waste.

However, people grow. Even if I wake up from the dream, I must face reality. But will I be defeated so easily? Even if I can't practice martial arts, I still have other assets to compete for supremacy.

Counting the treasures I possess, I already have several items that ordinary martial artists would only dream of. The family heirloom Xuanwu True Skill Manual, the Shattered Dream Blade gifted by Ryan Buffett, and the Nine Deaths Evil Skill stolen from the Nine Ghost Eagle Demon—these three, once mastered, would be enough to make one a king on earth, even possessing power on par with the five strongest warriors . Yet, they hold no meaning for me. I possess a mountain of treasures, but can only stare in vain.

The legacy of the Grand Magister Famit Xiu Kamu—that amber-colored topaz—should be the key to unlocking the secrets of the six dark summoned beasts. The runes emanating from the cracks in this crystal, a materialized manifestation of powerful magic, have already given me much insight. If I can decipher the secrets of the runes, I can obtain the knowledge recorded within.

This topaz is not a mineral; it is formed from Famit's magic. Since Famit practiced erotic magic, the key to unlocking the topaz is erotic magic itself. Previously, when I used erotic magic to create a barrier, the topaz reacted. However, regardless of whether I used summoning spells or created a barrier, the topaz only emitted a faint glow and didn't react much, indicating that the stimulation I provided wasn't strong enough.

The core of erotic magic ultimately lies in the pleasure of sexual intercourse between men and women, so I tried it once. While Ah Xue and I were making love, I placed the topaz under the covers to absorb the nectar Ah Xue released during her peak of ecstasy. At that time, the topaz not only emitted a bright light but also a scalding heat, a much stronger reaction than simply using erotic magic, proving that my approach was correct, although the stimulation was still insufficient.

Ah Xue is actually a very good sacrificial object. She possesses seventh-level power, is an excellent dark mage, and is still a virgin, perfectly meeting the requirements of high-level material in the magical world. Her nectar isn't enough; do I really have to cut her throat and bleed her?

No, no, it can't be like that. Famit is a sorcerer specializing in erotic arts, not a dark wizard. He wouldn't use such a sinister method to unseal something. There must be something I haven't figured out.

With these troubling thoughts, I often strolled along the beach, hoping the cool seawater, as it washed over my feet, would bring me calm and help me find some clarity.

Walking along the beach not only helped me calm my mind, but I could also often see the magnificent seascape… and naval battles.

Mao Yan'an told me that the Black Dragon Society had been launching a major attack on Penglai Island these past few days. The two sides were locked in fierce fighting, so they were giving less attention to Honolulu, only launching diversionary attacks to prevent their fleet from leaving to support the front lines on Penglai Island.

"And... perhaps you've sensed it yourself, nephew, but the people on this island are terrified of the Black Dragon Society's fleet, saying it's aided by ghost ships."

"Ghost ships?"

I recalled the ghost ship I encountered at sea that day, but after that day, I never saw it again, nor did I ever see Xie Lian again.

The Black Dragon Society and the resistance fought relentlessly, ships frequently entering and leaving the docks, cannonballs and arrows flying everywhere, yet neither could gain a clear advantage, making the scene seem like mere background.

In terms of numbers, the Black Dragon Society held a clear advantage, and their ships were larger and more sturdier. However, the resistance had the advantage of terrain, utilizing the island's narrow entrance. Whenever they were at a disadvantage, they would retreat their ships. Once they lured the Black Dragon Society fleet into the narrow passage, they would bombard it with cannon fire. To avoid losses, the Black Dragon Society dared not launch a strong attack and would withdraw their troops.

The battle could have been much more peaceful, but the two Black Dragon Society generals in charge of this area, Wu Jian Yimo and Tianhai Huanseng, had both been wounded in the previous months of fighting. They were unable to command on the battlefield or defend against surprise attacks from the rebel forces. Therefore, the Black Dragon Society's recent attacks were merely symbolic, lacking the fierce determination to determine a victor.

I tried to gather information in the kitchen to understand the situation, but every time I mentioned the battle outside, I was rudely interrupted.

"What those people outside are like is none of our business. Don't bring their problems into the kitchen. Just focus on cooking your soup!"

Waving his golden hook, Juzo was referring to the "those people outside" who were relentlessly fighting the Black Dragon Society. I've always found it strange that everyone in this kitchen, including Katotaka, should be part of the resistance, holding official military ranks. Besides, when I first arrived on the island, the map clearly marked this as Camp Geng-3.

But every time the Four Great Warriors talked about the battle outside, their usually amiable tone turned disdainful, recklessly mocking both sides and showing little sympathy for their allies' defeats. This was truly bizarre, and even as I grew closer to them, I still couldn't understand it.

These rebels outside are fighting to the death to fight against the Black Dragon Society, and they are also trying to bring happiness to the people. If they all perish and the Black Dragon Society takes control of the East China Sea, how can this little kitchen remain unscathed?

"You four are all tall and strong, and your kung fu seems quite good too. The rebel general must be an idiot to not send you to the battlefield and instead assign you to cook here."

"We are cooks, not soldiers. Whatever those people outside do to fight and kill is none of our business. Besides, the boss and we are just hired to run this shop. We have no stance and don't care about the fighting... The boss said that cooks are always neutral."

"Neutral my foot! You four Vajras, with your knives, look more ferocious than those people outside. If you stand out, people will think you're from the Black Dragon Society." With

such tall and big figures, if the four of you charged out in a row, the sheer pressure of your tall horses would be very effective, not to mention the immense strength of Ten-Hidden Black Demon and the swift knife of Ten Thousand-Hidden Deaf Man. I think they are all extremely lethal. It makes no sense for us to stay here and kill some innocent cattle and sheep instead of going out to slaughter the Black Dragon Society thieves.

However, discussing these things is pointless. Besides, according to the Four Guardians, the kitchen staff are only contracted with the resistance; they are not members of the resistance and therefore have no combat obligations. My words naturally have no effect on them.

Honolulu Island has relatively abundant resources, but to save on the budget, our kitchen often needs to send people outdoors to gather ingredients, pick wild vegetables, or hunt and fish.

For someone like me who can't stand staying in the kitchen for long, this job is obviously a great opportunity. Originally, this lucrative job wouldn't have been mine, but ever since I taught the Four Guardians how to play cards, life on the island has been lonely, and every night they would gather around the table to play cards. After the wins and losses accumulated, these few fools, who had lost a lot to me, found it hard to refuse my requests.

My card skills weren't great, but whenever I played, Xue liked to lean on my shoulder to watch the game. I usually hated this kind of intimacy that hurt my shoulder, but when Xue leaned on me, her large, firm breasts peeking out from under her clothes, her soft, white skin swaying, the eyes of my opponents—the player before me, the player after me, and the player opposite me—all bulged out, practically spitting fire. In that state, even one-armed, eight-handed, or deaf players were utterly defeated.

Qianzang was an exception; he was completely focused on the game and unaffected by the allure of big-breasted girls, but that was only because he was utterly blind. However, ever since we caught him cheating, he hasn't dared to show his face, and of course, we've been able to take whatever we wanted from him.

That day, while I was out gathering ingredients, three small to medium-sized ships happened to be returning to port, slowly entering the dock. Judging from their battered shells, they had likely just finished their daily routine of skirmishes with the Black Dragon Society fleet. The two beautiful figures, fluttering in the air like winged angels, descended gracefully, once again eliciting applause from the dock, just as they had in previous days.

Even from this distance, Yu Ni and Yu Hong's beauty was dazzling and breathtaking. For the past ten days or so, although we were on the same island, the sisters didn't eat in the thatched mess hall outside the kitchen like other lower-ranking soldiers. Instead, their meals were packed and delivered by orderly soldiers. Because of this, we had no chance to meet.

There were other women on the island and in the resistance fleet, but none could compare to the beauty and brilliance of these "twin rainbows." Whenever the soldiers gathered, there was a seven or eight chance they would talk about the sisters. From these discussions, I vaguely learned that after the Neon Sisters arrived in the East China Sea, they publicly revealed their identity as members of the Feathered Clan, but they didn't get along well with the other Feathered Clan members. That's why they volunteered to be transferred to the dining hall island to hold the front line.

Ah Xue, who smeared her face with black paint every day and served meals to the soldiers, also gathered similar information for me. Luckily, we had the foresight to have Ah Xue smear her face with black paint as soon as we arrived on the island to conceal her beauty. Otherwise, with her celestial beauty, she would have become the focus of attention on this island long ago, and there would be no secrecy left. Of course... her firm and round breasts couldn't be hidden, and they did generate some buzz. However, as long as Ah Xue stayed within the dining hall area, no one dared to flirt with the girl in front of the Four Heavenly Kings or secretly take a picture of her buttocks.

One interesting thing Ah Xue told me was that the two sisters, who used to be inseparable, seemed to have lost their sisterly bond after arriving in the East Sea. Yu Hong often acted alone, rarely even eating with her sister, especially after each mission, she would always leave her sister behind and disappear somewhere.

Recalling how I saw Yu Hong last time, I had a pretty good idea of what was going on. Since I was out there and they had just returned, I decided to head over there and find out.

"Those two, Ni Hong and Yu Hong? I didn't see them. Like usual, Second Constable Yu went that way as soon as she returned, and First Constable Yu left too."

Although Yu Ni and Yu Hong were assisting the resistance, they didn't hold any military positions, so people still referred to them as constables. I asked for directions and then chased after Yu Hong in the direction she had gone.

Tracking Yu Hong wasn't easy. She was deliberately hiding, and also trying to evade skilled trackers like Yu Ni, so she wouldn't easily reveal her whereabouts. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have been able to find her, but the master and slave of the Hellish God of Lust could sense each other at close range. When I amplified this sense with the yellow crystal, I quickly found Yu Hong's location.

Far from the crowd, Yu Hong hid herself in a seaside cave. If not specifically looking for this place, an ordinary person would never discover it. Behind the layers of reefs and the crevices of crashing waves, there was a hidden paradise. It was fortunate that Yu Hong found this place.

As I cautiously crept in, using the sound of the waves to conceal my steps, after walking a short distance, I was suddenly struck by a soft, seductive moan overflowing with female desire.

At the end of the cave, in a small, sunken pool, a young girl's delicate, crimson body floated and sank in the clear, cool water.

Her golden hair shimmered captivatingly, and her perfectly proportioned breasts rose round and firm above the water's surface. Her limbs, submerged in the pool, formed a beautiful curve from her waist to her hips. But it was her proudly long, slender legs that all the Feather Clan women, including Yu Hong, were most proud of.

At the juncture of her beautiful legs, sparse, golden pubic hair formed a shallow inverted triangle, shimmering with a dazzling golden light as it rose and fell with the rippling water.

"Mmm..."

Yu Hong's eyes were slightly closed, her hands resting on her small breasts. Her palms cupped the lower edge of her round, fragrant breasts, gently rubbing upwards. The exquisite sensation slowly seeping into her body caused her to let out sweet, alluring moans from her lovely lips.

"Ah...so good..."

The young body writhed slightly, revealing pale pink buds between her fingers. Her nipples stood erect and hard, trembling as if in distress. Sensual ripples emanated from her small breasts, passing over her soft abdomen and reaching her light golden pubic hair.

"Ah...ah..."

Yu Hong bit her red lips tightly, as if using her last remaining reason to suppress her cries. Even though no one was watching, she refused to make a sound.

However, with each rub, the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh emanated from her palms, intensely stimulating her overly sensitive body. Sticky saliva involuntarily flowed from her tongue, wetting her snow-white neck.

I quietly hid beside her, watching this scene without blinking, seeing the girl naked, self-pleasuring, struggling against the burning desire within her.

"Mmm..."

Although it was just a gentle rubbing, an intense pleasure immediately spread to her lower abdomen. The girl let out a moan, unable to resist bending her legs, twisting her icy, jade-like buttocks, swaying from side to side, and with the movement of twisting her nipples, the pleasure violently turned into an electric current flowing through her body.

"Ah...good..."

As the pleasure intensified, Yu Hong's moans had somehow turned into sobs. The caresses of her breasts also affected her groin, becoming the source of arousal. Her jade gate overflowed with fluid, and she began to writhe lasciviously.

When Yu Hong skillfully moved her hands, stroking down from the mounds of her breasts to caressing her slender waist, I was truly surprised by this sight. It seemed that since being separated from me, her youthful body, which had been trained to be exceptionally sensitive, had not been properly released and had accumulated too much frustration.

(Oh dear...you silly woman, if you don't have a man to release your pent-up desires, you can go to your sister! Don't you sisters love to wiggle your hips together and be lesbians?)

I sighed inwardly, but my eyes remained fixed on Yu Hong's hand as it began to rotate. Her snow-white buttocks, which had been raised all along, now swayed even more seductively; and the hand that had been on her waist began to move towards her fiery vulva, her fingers stroking her golden pubic hair like a comb.

"Ah...mmm~~~"

Yu Hong's snow-white face was already covered with a bright red blush. She covered her delicate vulva with her palm and then gently pressed it.

"Gurgle--!"

After the slight pressure, a squelching sound of honey being squeezed out came from her vulva, and the surrounding pubic hair was covered with her juices.

"Ah..."

Yu Hong groaned softly, finally parting the wet golden hair with her hand, revealing the pale red flesh. The fleshy slit, seemingly never opened, swelled slightly, with golden pubic hair adorning the two petals. The nectar-filled flower bud looked incredibly alluring.

Such a vibrant color made me, hiding to the side, swallow hard, my own erection already standing tall.

Unaware of my burning gaze, Yu Hong's jade-like fingers parted, fully exposing the inner petals of her flower chamber. Her right middle finger aimed at the fleshy slit in the center of her flower chamber, while her index and ring fingers rested on the base of the petals, teasing the scalding nectar. Once moistened, she quickly began rubbing back and forth.

"Plop~ Plop--"

Because of the flowing nectar, the fingers moved very smoothly, and Yu Hong groaned intensely, her body arching backward.

The frequent movements caused the pool water to tremble violently, the cool seawater splashing onto the surrounding rocks, but unable to extinguish even a fraction of the passion in the girl's fiery body.

Under the rapid movements of her fingers, Yu Hong spread her legs even wider, causing her lower abdomen to undulate like waves, her firm, round buttocks swaying from side to side, enjoying an even more intense sensation.

The excitement throughout her body caused the girl's young body to frequently produce fragrant sweat. The flower bud in her jade chamber swelled to its maximum extent, and the tender petals surrounding it began to slowly retreat with the rhythm of its blooming, revealing a engorged flower bud, glistening with the nectar.

"Ah...why...why didn't you kill me...why did you turn me into this body...just thinking about someone seeing my naked body makes me...ah..."

As the climax approached, Yu Hong seemed to lose her mind, letting out a mournful cry, as if she deeply resented her sensitive body.

But despite cursing herself fiercely, Yu Hong couldn't control her hands, burying her slender fingers between her legs, squeezing them together while passionately caressing them, seeking even more intense pleasure.

"Let...let me die...don't let me live anymore...I don't want this...ah..."

Her hand movements quickened, and her cries grew more and more mournful, yet also overflowing with a seductive sweetness. As the climax arrived, the faint red glow that had lingered on her skin before now seemed to illuminate the entire cave, and even I, hiding behind the rock wall, could feel the heat.

I knew something was wrong, and disregarding the erotic scene before me, I hurriedly submerged half of my body into the nearby waterway.

"Ah...ah...I'm going to die...I...I want to..."

Honey flowed from between the petals, Yu Hong's hands violently thrusting between her legs, her moans seeming to be squeezed from deep within her throat, her legs kicking wildly in the air involuntarily.

"I want to...I must kill you...John Farrell!"

Like a sharp curse, the girl reached her climax amidst her hate-filled moans. As the blazing flames and heat surged wildly towards the surrounding rock walls, I was thankful that I had managed to successfully submerge into the water and escape silently.

◆ Chapter 3: Blood Feud Illusion

Having escaped from that crevice, I was truly grateful for my good fortune. With my current cultivation level, the heat wave affecting the surrounding area wouldn't cause me much harm, but I would definitely be discovered by Yu Hong, which would be very troublesome.

Recalling Yu Hong's seductive and alluring demeanor as she intensely masturbated in the cave, her long, fair, and beautiful legs, her firm, round, white buttocks writhing uncontrollably in her excitement, a surge of heat rose within me, and I longed to find a place to release my pent-up desires.

However, reason calmed me down, and I considered the underlying factors behind Yu Hong's actions.

A few months ago in the Southern Barbarian lands, Yu Hong, whom I had captured, not only suffered the agonizing rape I inflicted on her, but was also subjected to various forms of training. Combined with drugs and psychological torture, I completely transformed her body, making her extremely sensitive and sexually craving. This, combined with my sadistic training, was designed to make her uncontrollably excited and physiologically aroused whenever she exposed her skin in public.

If it weren't for time constraints, this training would have been almost a complete success. Later, under the coercion of the beastmen during that naked volleyball match, she suffered a mental breakdown, lost her mind, and almost became a female beast drooling over the genitals of the beastmen before her.

At that time, I was bewitched, abandoning my insistence on training her, and charged into the beastmen's ranks to rescue her. Otherwise, if Yu Hong had truly been overwhelmed and repeatedly raped by the beastmen, her already shattered body and mind would have been utterly corrupted, with no way back. Afterwards, I used the Hellish God of Lust technique to fuse the Feather Clan's secret treasure, the "Phoenix Blood Soul," into her body, allowing her to regain her power. By chance, she also obtained the blood of the phoenix, further enhancing her martial arts.

However, the aftereffects were already apparent.

The phoenix, reborn from the ashes, is inherently a creature with a high body temperature. This characteristic manifests during combat and when blood circulation is rapid. Those who possess the blood of the phoenix experience a sudden surge in body temperature as blood circulation accelerates. If they cannot properly dissipate their heat, they will be burned to ashes by their own high body temperature during battle.

I don't know how the Phoenix Celestial Maidens, the original rightful heirs of the Phoenix Blood, resolved this issue of uncontrolled body temperature. Perhaps they possessed some special cultivation method to counteract and suppress it, or perhaps their constitution was unique enough to prevent such temperature fluctuations altogether. However, Yu Hong, who is not a direct descendant of the Phoenix Blood, clearly experienced poor adaptation and a strong rejection reaction after merging with the Phoenix Blood through acquired means.

In the battle against the giant warriors in the Southern Barbarians, her fair skin burned to the touch when she circulated her true energy, making even wearing clothes extremely painful. She had to hastily tear her robes into makeshift bras and thongs, appearing half-naked in this disheveled yet sexy manner.

In the battle against the Black Dragon Society in the East Sea, I saw Yu Hong always fully dressed and equipped. To avoid exposing her skin to others, given her stubborn personality, I think she could have endured the burning pain of blood. However, seeing her team up with her sister Yu Ni that day, despite being stronger than Yu Ni, she could only exert the same level of power. Clearly, the burning pain of blood still had a significant impact on her.

Because of these burdens, every time she retreated from the battlefield, she was drenched in sweat, her skin burning, and she had to immediately hide from the crowd to dissipate the pent-up heat within her body. In fact, based on my observation, she should be somewhat grateful to me, because if it weren't for my misguided training that made her body exceptionally sensitive, allowing that burning internal fire to combine with carnal desire and dissipate through sexual desire, Yu Hong, who lacked a cooling channel but stubbornly endured it, would never have survived to this day.

But Yu Hong's self-comfort and relief of lust are ultimately only treating the symptoms, not the root cause, and could even be described as drinking poison to quench thirst. She fights so frequently that if she doesn't find the right way to dissipate her body heat, she'll eventually burn herself out.

(Hmm, wait... does that mean the Phoenix Celestial Maidens' method of heat dissipation is some kind of ridiculous yin-yang balance?)

Whether it is or not, it doesn't matter to me. After witnessing Captain Yu's passionate and steamy performance, I've decided to have her again, to see if this youthful body, which I've personally developed over the past six months, is still as alluring as it was then. I

have a specific strategy, but to implement it, I need some other things—some auxiliary medicines—to complete the incantation and ensure the plan's safety. Besides, Yu Hong's body temperature is also a problem. If I don't find a solution and she really burns herself out, what's the point of my efforts? Fortunately, I had anticipated this problem in Sara and made special preparations; I just don't know if that idea will succeed.

Thinking about these things all the way back, I arrived at the simple dormitory not far from the kitchen. It was already night when I saw a figure sitting there silently doing something.

(Kato Taka? What's he doing over there? His hands are moving around, is he masturbating in public? How could he have such a guts?)

I recognized the bearded man's back and felt very curious. Although I had gotten along well with everyone in the kitchen for the past two weeks, I still didn't like this boss. Seeing his timid and cowardly way of trying to avoid trouble all the time really made me so angry that my stomach cramped.

Logically speaking, he's the head of our department, and the four "kings" (a term of respect for the bosses) treat him with utmost deference. Every time they see him enter the kitchen, they practically stand up and salute. With such support, it's perfectly acceptable for him to wield any authority or act arrogantly... Of course, if he really did act that way, I would definitely teach him a lesson and let him experience my ruthless methods. However, I'd rather have such a domineering boss than spend all my time with a big-bearded guy who just smiles like an idiot.

As his superior, whenever he's about to give me an order, the moment he hesitates to speak, I turn around, glare at him, and yell, "What do you want?" He'll drop the dishes in his hands and retreat to a corner of the kitchen like a fleeing rabbit, as if he sees me as a vicious dragon with its jaws wide open, something to be avoided at all costs.

"Don't speak loudly to the boss!"

A deafening shout rang out, and I was struck on the back of the head by Shizo's spatula, experiencing a searing pain that made my stomach cramp. This scene repeated itself repeatedly in the kitchen for half a month. If I hadn't gradually learned to "speak softly," I think my head would have been flattened.

Not like a man!

That was my only comment on Kato, the boss. However, there are all kinds of men in the world. This chef, who was neither imposing nor handsome, was loved by many. Not only did the Four Heavenly Kings respect him immensely, but Ah Xue often sought him out to learn how to cook, and even the local residents were happy to greet and chat with him. In fact, on the very afternoon we arrived on Honolulu, a group of women dragged their children by the ears to the kitchen door, made them kneel down and apologize to the boss, and returned the stolen food and clothes.

What stunned me most was that when the women returned the clothes, they not only assured me that they had been washed and ironed, but also crowded around Kato Taka, giving him flirtatious glances and kisses, inviting him to their homes in mature, sexy, and sweet voices to "have some fun"... no, to "have some conversation," but the way their eyes and tone were so alluring made it seem like they were actually trying to "have some fun."

For a moment, I had a strange feeling that Kato Taka's silhouette overlapped with Mao Yan'an's—both were the kind of cunning characters who played dumb to get women, ruthless and cunning in the blink of an eye. However, he was far less adept at seizing opportunities than Mao Yan'an. Each time such a situation arose, he politely but resolutely broke free and retreated back into the kitchen… Yes, each time, and indeed more than once. In just the past two weeks alone, at least seven or eight such incidents had occurred. The frequency of women throwing themselves at him almost made me think that the women of Honolulu were either inherently promiscuous or blind like Qianzang.

Seeing him sitting there dumbfounded, I found it quite amusing. I quietly approached to see what he was doing, only to find him holding a small knife, intently and slowly carving the object in his hand, completely unaware of my approach.

Excellent chefs should all have skillful hands. It's normal for them to do some carving in their spare time at night. I found it quite uninteresting and was about to turn away when, by chance, the moonlight reflected off the object in the bearded man's hand, casting a yellowish glow. The material was neither stone nor wood. I looked closer in surprise and realized that what he was holding was actually a short copper rod.

Even an idiot would know the difference in hardness between a wooden rod and a copper rod. The knife in this bearded man's hand wasn't particularly sharp either, yet his movements in carving the copper rod were very smooth. A slice and a flick, no more difficult than cutting noodles. The strength he possessed was truly astonishing.

(I never imagined this bearded man's martial arts were so formidable. His skill is probably close to that of Leng Er, that stinky bitch. The East China Sea is indeed a land of hidden talents. But… with such skill, why is he reduced to cooking and cleaning here?)

I wondered. Just then, a commotion broke out nearby. The bearded man tucked the bronze sculpture into his robes and rushed towards the source of the disturbance. He immediately noticed me and was clearly startled.

"You… how long have you been standing there?"

"Just arrived. Are you bothered?"

Neither of us wanted to discuss what had just happened, so we both shut our mouths and headed towards the source of the commotion—

due to the increasing number of volunteers joining the army, Honolulu had seen a surge in outsiders. This population influx led to more and more disputes between locals and outsiders.

Last night, the commotion I heard was from a group of new recruits getting into a verbal altercation with local residents, which escalated into violence. We, who rushed to handle the situation, got caught in the crossfire. I was fine, but our leader, Kato Eagle, being slow and caught in the middle of the conflict, got a severe beating and returned with a bruised and swollen face.

"You bastard! As a soldier, you abandoned your leader and ran away first! If this were a battlefield, you'd be beheaded long ago!"

Wielding his golden hook, the tall, imposing black man looked especially intimidating in the cramped kitchen, making me temporarily forget the burning pain in the back of my head.

"No, no need to be so tense. This is a kitchen, not a battlefield. There's no need for a public beheading."

Kato Hawkeye's swollen face was quite an embarrassing sight. The force with which that wooden stick struck his forehead would have bruised and swollen any normal person... but that refers to normal people. With Big Beard's martial arts skills, if he had been willing to use his internal energy to protect himself, he wouldn't have been beaten like this even if he had just silently taken the beating. Even if he was mild-mannered and didn't like fighting, there was no reason for him to deliberately seek pain, was there? Was he really such a coward that he was too scared to even use his internal energy to protect himself when he saw people hitting him with sticks?

Speaking of last night's conflict, it actually reflects a phenomenon I've been observing recently: the extreme fear of ghost ships among the people of the East China Sea. Every time the name of a ghost ship is mentioned in the streets, it's as if a taboo has been touched. People around turn pale at the mention of it and flee. This situation is especially prevalent among the local residents.

Last night, a group of villagers invited clergy to perform a ritual, hoping the monks would help ward off the evil spirits of the ghost ship from haunting the island. However, soldiers passing by couldn't stand it, and some, slightly intoxicated, disrupted the ceremony, leading to a conflict and a fight.

Although Honolulu is the stronghold of the resistance, many volunteers from other regions have been deployed there. In the past six months, the army has doubled in size, with 60% of its members being from elsewhere. Among these volunteers, some are genuinely young heroes driven by righteous indignation, eager to fight evil; but many others are mercenaries and wandering warriors seeking opportunities. Regardless of their background, all they think about is fighting on the battlefield, and they find the local residents' fear and timidity at the mere mention of the "ghost ship" particularly distasteful.

I had already heard the news in Sara that "the Black Dragon Society controls a ghost ship and has formed a new fleet with an undead legion." At the time, although I thought this strength was quite remarkable, it wasn't anything new. Ishtar had created an undead legion a century ago, and if the entire force were moved to the sea, it would also be an undead fleet. There's a way to counter it, and we can deal with whatever comes our way. It's not a big deal. However, the fear that the sea people have of the ghost ship seems to be something else entirely. It's not just a fear of powerful, unknown forces, but rather a kind of awe passed down through generations and deeply ingrained in people's hearts.

When it comes to fighting the ghost ship, the local soldiers I asked all turned pale, as if they were being asked to fight the five strongest beings one-on-one. They avoided it like the plague. Even Mao Yan'an told me that the high-ranking officers of the resistance were extremely cautious when deploying the fleet. They were not only afraid of suffering heavy losses if they encountered the ghost ship, but also afraid that if they did, the entire battle line would collapse and the soldiers would jump into the sea to escape. If this wavering reached the main island, the war would be lost without even fighting.

"They wanted to ask Penglai for help, but the situation there is also terrible. Although there are no ghost ships, bad weather has been coming one after another, with strong winds and high waves. The Black Dragon Society cannot fight, and the resistance army cannot go out to sea. The situation here in Honolulu is entirely up to them."

This is the intelligence Mao Yan'an passed on to me, and it's truly not a happy thing to hear. If the weather continues to be so bad and communication between Honolulu and Penglai is cut off, then I won't be able to see Hua Mei at all. The weather in the East China Sea is unpredictable; raging storms and towering waves that can capsize ships are not uncommon. Like the storm we encountered that day, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring, if such strong winds and rainstorms occurred in Honolulu, let alone fighting at sea, we would even have to be wary of tsunamis washing ashore.

In such severe weather, ordinary ships simply cannot sail, unless everyone on board is completely wiped out and becomes that eerie ghost ship; or perhaps one can ride a colossal divine beast like the Giant Dragon.

However, besides fighting, I also have other tasks to perform. The one that I devote the most energy to is, of course, the "netting birds" operation, specifically the ambush set up against Yu Hong.

To prepare, I needed some magical herbs. Fortunately, Honolulu wasn't a deserted island. This lava island, covered in beaches and palm trees, while not as bustling as the capitals of other countries, still had a relatively stable supply of goods. I found some substitutes and, after a simple preparation, I had most of the necessary magical herbs.

A key aspect of casting the spell was obtaining the target's hair or bodily fluids, as well as their birth date and time. These things were usually difficult to obtain, but since I knew that Yu Hong would return to that cave to relieve her desires and cool down after each battle at sea, things became much simpler. After waiting for her to leave several times, I went in to collect the herbs and finally gathered everything I needed. Then, I began to set up an ambush inside the cave and lay down an illusionary barrier.

After everything was prepared, I timed it perfectly and hid in the crevice I had dug beforehand, waiting for Yu Hong to appear. Sure enough, it wasn't long before Yu Hong rushed in from outside, busily undressing and immersing her already flushed skin in the cool seawater, reenacting the scene I had witnessed that day.

She folded her wings and used her slender, bamboo-like fingers to gently cup her small, pink breasts, caressing them at will. Her other hand slid between her legs, touching the girl's secret parts, teasing her sensitive body. After a few rounds of teasing, her body became even hotter and hotter.

Lost in passion, Yu Hong's eyes were hazy, completely unaware that in addition to the red glow emanating from her skin, a layer of beautiful pink was gradually appearing around her. The lustful barrier that had given her so many blissful experiences had silently spread through the air.

With the aid of the lustful barrier, Yu Hong's pent-up desire burned even more fiercely. She soothed herself, her breasts rising and falling with the movements; her flushed eyes were filled with sweet allure, a far cry from her usual pride and stubbornness. After a few long moans, her breathing grew louder and more wanton.

The main effect of the lustful barrier was to arouse, but when lust was at its peak, one's senses and judgment were impaired. Yu Hong's power was almost on par with Leng Linglan's. Under normal circumstances, my spells wouldn't easily affect her, but taking advantage of her heightened lust, and having already obtained her hair, bodily fluids, and birth date to cast spells, when she was about to reach climax, the illusion I used in conjunction with the lustful barrier immediately took effect.

"Who? Who's there?"

Yu Hong, who had been in a daze, suddenly snapped out of it. Ignoring her nakedness, she rushed to defend herself, unleashing several palm strikes, all of which missed their mark. But judging from her expression, she thought she had hit her target.

"You audacious madman, daring to spy on this place, you..."

Yu Hong hurriedly put on her clothes, not even bothering to tie her belt, and flew away half-naked to check if the "intruder she had knocked down" was dead or alive. But as soon as she crouched down, her expression changed immediately.

"John Farrell?"

Yu Hong cried out in surprise, as if bitten by a venomous snake. She leaped backward, covering three feet, and then her face turned furious, her voice filled with resentment and venom.

"I didn't even bother looking for you, and you actually delivered yourself to my doorstep! You won't leave here alive today!"

Like a cheetah enraged, Yu Hong shot forward like an arrow, followed by a powerful punch. However, the punch landed on empty air; in her rage, she had used too much force, and she stumbled, nearly falling.

Seemingly surprised that her "enemy" could dodge so quickly, a hint of astonishment flashed across Yu Hong's face, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

"You bitch! Where did you hide? You ran away again! Can you run from me forever? Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will find you!"

Shouting as she turned her head, Yu Hong's movements paused again, as if she had found her enemy once more.

"This time you can't escape!"

Yu Hong let out a fierce roar, her body radiating a brilliant red light. The secluded environment, free from others, allowed her to let go of her inhibitions and go all out. The veins on her fair arms bulged, and her slender fingers transformed into sharp, knife-like claws as she unleashed the signature move of the Beast King Fist. Then... she frantically pounded on the stone wall in front of her.

The Beast King Fist lived up to its reputation as a peerless martial art; its sixth-level power was truly extraordinary. Yu Hong's relentless onslaught instantly riddled the stone wall with holes, countless tiny fragments of stone flying and falling. Watching from behind, my heart pounded with fear. Holding the incense burner in my hands, I was relieved that my decision was absolutely correct.

The incense burner still emitted eerie purple smoke, slowly drifting into the air, combining with the pink mist of the lustful barrier, continuing to create an aura that caused hallucinations. It was these things that made Yu Hong seem to have seen a ghost, frantically chasing and beating the non-existent phantom.

This illusion technique is usually not very useful. If you don't know the target's birth date and time, or their physical characteristics, it can only be used to deceive minor characters whose power is far inferior to your own. However, since I have obtained Yu Hong's hair and had Mao Yan'an inquire about Yu Hong's birth date from the Heart Lamp Hermit, these most troublesome and crucial points become much easier to handle, allowing me to effortlessly trap Yu Hong in the spell.

Unfortunately, there is still a gap between my power and hers, so for now I can only let her see my illusion, and cannot perform any other transformations. Otherwise, according to the book of erotic magic, when I have sufficient power, I can transform into countless forms, creating illusions of other people, and gently undermine Yu Hong's defenses, without having to hide on the sidelines and wait for Yu Hong to exhaust her power.

(Well, luckily I chose a good spot. If I had chosen the other side of the stone wall, I might have been flattened. But it looks like I won't have to wait too long now...)

After hundreds of punches against the stone wall, Yu Hong's strength had greatly diminished, and her punches were not as powerful as before. However, she encountered a hard rock in front of her. As a result of the two sides colliding head-on, the rock wall shattered, leaving a dent, but also a bloody mark. Yu Hong was panting heavily and took several steps back. Although she was not broken or injured, judging from her contorted expression, her hands were obviously in great pain.

"Why can't I defeat you? When did your martial arts become so strong? Could it be... that this is your true strength? You... what are you laughing at!"

Not knowing what kind of illusion she was seeing, Yu Hong, who had already exhausted a lot of energy, gritted her teeth and lunged forward again. But this time, she did not frantically punch the stone wall. Instead, she chased after some non-existent phantom, darting east and west in the cave, punching it anxiously and angrily.

Yu Hong was barely clothed, practically half-naked. In this frenzied chase, her jade-like arms swung lightly, her snow-white breasts bobbing up and down, the small, adorable pink buds particularly conspicuous against the blazing crimson light protecting her. Her pink legs spun and kicked, her round, fragrant buttocks swaying and rippling, occasionally revealing delicate petals, a few drops of glistening fluid occasionally dripping from the vibrant red.

The scene was so arousing that I couldn't help but recall our first meeting, when I secretly watched her and her sister Yu Hong bathing together in the forest, only to be caught red-handed by a band of orcs on a narrow path. She and her sister were forced to emerge from the water, enduring their shame, and engage in a sensual battle naked.

Compared to then, her strong, heroic spirit had diminished somewhat, but she possessed a more alluring and seductive charm. At least in my eyes, as a man with ulterior motives, every half-naked twirl of Yu Hong's dance, the fleeting glimpses of her fragrant buttocks

and snowy breasts amidst the fluttering of her clothes, seemed to exude a profanely seductive allure. However, while my lower body grew increasingly hot, my upper body gradually cooled. Yu Hong chased after the phantom in her eyes, attacking frantically, cursing and punching the air incessantly. Her short, golden hair was disheveled behind her ears, and the mad light flashing in her eyes made her appear truly insane, bordering on madness.

Is hatred and revenge merely this one thing?

Chasing after a target visible only to oneself, completely blind to everything else, attacking everything around like a madman until destroying everything within reach, until one is exhausted, and also destroyed by the engulfing flames.

Revenge, what a damn thing…

that thought welled up inside me, but at the same time, I had a bad feeling. Yu Hong usually stayed in this cave for about 15 minutes each time, and this rampage had already lasted almost two 15 minutes, yet she still seemed full of energy. If it dragged on any longer, something might happen. The noise she made was loud, and the waves might not be able to completely drown it out. If Yu Ni found out, my carefully designed trap would be ruined.

Fortunately, Lady Luck was on my side. Two 15 minutes of relentless, frenzied attacks had shattered the small cave, almost doubling its size, but it had also exhausted most of Yu Hong's energy.

Her fighting spirit, which had been high, seemed to have been thwarted by the overwhelming strength of her enemy. With a final, soft punch to the rock wall, a trail of blood slowly dripping down her face, she collapsed, falling into the cold seawater. Even the red light around her dimmed, and she vanished without a trace.

Having hidden for half an hour, my knees aching from the stiffness of my posture, I suddenly leaped out from the corner, running and jumping to her side. Her eyes were slightly open, her gaze unfocused; the situation seemed rather eerie. Reaching out to touch her skin, it felt like touching red-hot iron, causing me to quickly pull my hand back.

"Damn it, this isn't just exhaustion, it's a heat imbalance, she's gone mad!"

If I ignored it, the accumulated heat within Yu Hong's body would soon erupt, first boiling and evaporating the seawater around her, then bursting out and burning her exquisitely beautiful body to a charred mess. However, I had anticipated this situation. While it wasn't certain to happen, I had a way to deal with it if it did.

"Damn it, I even have to handle this. I might as well quit being a lecher and become a doctor!"

I complained helplessly, taking out several scrolls from my waist pouch. These were items I'd bought at great expense from a magic shop, containing freezing spells to cool and freeze the surrounding water. They were the best I could find in Honolulu. I quickly opened them, shouted the incantation, and the scrolls simultaneously emitted a cold light, blowing out icy air that instantly froze the surrounding seawater. Yu Hong's delicate skin became even paler, coated with a layer of chilling frost.

If a skilled sorcerer were present, they could send the icy energy into her body to help Yu Hong neutralize the burning pain of the Phoenix Blood. However, the magic scrolls available in Honolulu were at most level four. How could the combined efforts of several magic apprentices possibly freeze the high-temperature true energy of a level six martial artist?

I helped Yu Hong up from the icy water, preparing to proceed with the second step of cooling her down, but unexpectedly heard her let out a soft sigh.

"...You've finally come..."

◆ Chapter Four: One Night

as Couples Hearing this, it would be a lie to say I wasn't surprised, but upon closer inspection, Yu Hong's eyes were still dull and unfocused, clearly not speaking to me, but to someone she considered important.

"I really... am no match for you, no matter how much I train, it's useless... just like in Youli, I lost to you again, and I'm going to be bullied by you again..."

Hearing this plaintive voice, almost on the verge of tears, I realized she was actually speaking to me. Unfortunately, she didn't understand that the illusion she saw was entirely a projection of her own mind. If she truly believed her opponent was weak, even against the five strongest, she could easily kill them in a few moves.

According to my original plan, she should have been able to easily "kill" my illusions, but she would have been exhausted by the endless stream of illusions, rather than engaging in a fierce battle like before. The reason for this change was entirely due to her own perception. It wasn't that she thought I was very skilled in martial arts, but rather that the nightmare she

experienced in Youli had become a demon in Yu Hong's heart. She was unable to overcome the shadow of that humiliation, so the image conjured by that inner demon was exceptionally powerful, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not defeat it. Realizing this gave me a deeper understanding of magic, even though it was my first time using this type of illusion technique. On the other hand, the thought that I could have such a profound impact on Yu Hong's life gave me a great sense of satisfaction. A

lecherous thief like my grandfather was very particular about "first seducing her heart, then her body," completely capturing a woman's heart and conquering her body and soul—a righteous method. But this elegant style didn't suit my personality. Since I awakened from my meaningless prostitution and began to accumulate my own lewd history, I set a standard for myself: to measure my success or failure by how much of a place I occupy in a woman's life.

Simply obtaining a woman's body is a lowly act, but I am not interested in whether I win her heart.

Like Yu Hong, I can have a significant impact on her entire life, making her think of me and care about me repeatedly in her later years. This gives me a sense of satisfaction as if I have "raped" her entire life, an indescribable pleasure.

The satisfaction of the mind is exhilarating, but to pursue physical satisfaction, one must go through actual contact.

I laid Yu Hong horizontally on the ground, using clothes to cushion her delicate back. After positioning her, the young girl's youthful body, especially her plump and pink breasts, was completely exposed to my eyes.

Having long been adept at handling this body, I took advantage of Yu Hong's dazed state to gently lick and caress the beautiful curve of her budding breasts with my tongue; my warm and gentle tongue meticulously cared for every inch of her tender and lustrous skin, from the outside in, from bottom to top, wantonly invading her sacred breasts, all the way to the rosy tip of her snow-white peak.

"No...don't do this...let me go...I finally managed to forget you, I can't let you...um..."

Ignoring Yu Hong's weak resistance, I continued my assault, after several rounds of licking and sucking, I gently nibbled at the girl's cherry-like nipples with my teeth, my tongue teasing them back and forth, my burning desire immediately turning into strong currents of electricity, merging into my surging blood, eroding the last bit of Yu Hong's consciousness.

Regardless of her personal wishes, under my skillful teasing, her pink nipples were licked until they stood erect and swelled, like a crimson ruby. I simply grabbed her round right breast, enveloping the spherical half-dome, feeling the firm elasticity and fullness of her snow-white breast, and couldn't help but knead it a few times.

The smooth and soft feel, along with the girl's suppressed low moans, prompted me to increase the force of my stirring on her other round breast, until the girl's lower abdomen heaved in and out, every inch of her fair skin undulating like waves in the excitement.

"Where do you think you can escape to? Those nights in the orc camp, I should have thoroughly taught you how sensitive and wanton your body is. Even if you hadn't met me, do you think you could have resisted?"

"You... nonsense, I will never bow down to you, I will never admit defeat to you."

Even if she denied it, Yu Hong found it hard to resist her aroused body. The high-temperature side effects of the Phoenix Blood had now all turned into a burning desire. Whether it was a gentle lick and nibble at the base of her ears and neck, or a teasing and prodding of her chest and abdomen, it always made her overflow with lust and enjoy a blissful feeling as if she were flying in the clouds.

"You won't admit defeat? Then what's this wet, sticky stuff on my fingers? Do you want to smell it? What are you resisting anyway? No one knows your body better than me. You perverted little exhibitionist, just being looked at like this makes you want men so badly, right?"

I teased softly, looking at Yu Hong's ashamed and indignant expression, a hint of triumph in my eyes. I leaned down again, invading the girl's jade-like earlobe and graceful neck; my left hand used all five fingers to leisurely caress her taut and delicate back, gently stroking her smooth spine, like dancing; my right hand spiraled up from her fiery lower body, my fingers glistening with moisture, waving back and forth in front of her eyes, a triumphant display.

A series of caresses left Yu Hong no room for calm resistance. The intense pleasure emanating from her sensitive body eroded her will and soul. With a soft "hmm," and her increasingly rapid breathing, the girl finally groaned, overwhelmed.

"You swore you wouldn't bow down to me? But how come I remember back in Youli, you said that as long as I could rescue those children, you would be at my mercy? Where was your head then? Or were you busy licking something and forgot where you put your head?"

The hot breath he exhaled intermittently blew into the girl's ear, mocking her belief and bringing Yu Hong back to the cruel memories of Youli. Beautiful eyes, glistening with tears, silently slid down, wetting her long, glossy eyelashes and revealing a fragile and helpless heart beneath her strong exterior.

However, this pitiful expression did not make me lose my composure. I simply stuck out my tongue and slowly licked away the two tear tracks on her fair face. Before the dampness and coolness on her face had faded, I leaned close to her ear and whispered,

"That's right, that's more like it! 'A night of marriage is worth a hundred days of kindness,' every lecherous thief used to say that. You and I have been more than just a couple of nights of marriage. Considering how many nights you've let me do it for free, this time after we're done, I'll let you arrest me and satisfy your righteous lust, how about it?"

I spoke softly, my right hand slightly increasing the pressure of my kneading of her breasts, eliciting an uncontrollable moan from the girl.

"Miss Yu, do you want to tell me how you, this little exhibitionist, have been dealing with your physical loneliness while we've been apart?"

Hearing my words, Yu Hong's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, but she couldn't stop the lewd whispers in her ear.

"I know even if you don't say it, it must all be like just now, wiggling your ass like a bitch, bringing yourself to orgasm by yourself. Now I'll give you two choices. First, you close your eyes, spread your legs, and let me preserve some dignity for you, or..."

I sneered, wrapping my arms around Yu Hong's naturally slender waist, pressing my body against her, adding to the threat in my voice.

"Or I'll just let you lie here, waiting for your pent-up lust to erupt. You know what that will be like. You'll be like a bitch, drooling and begging me to fuck you. How about that? Do you want that?"

Yu Hong's eyes were filled with tears, and she let out a few sobs, but when I raised my knee and spread her shapely legs apart, she didn't resist much, letting me spread her legs as if she were half-sitting on me.

I think Yu Hong really had no room to resist, because when she pressed her hands tightly against my shoulders, trying to raise her buttocks as high as possible to avoid my penetration, the sticky nectar from her wet flower valley soaked her golden pubic hair, dripping incessantly onto the tip of my penis, quickly completing the wetting process, showing how much her body longed

for my entry. Seeing her powerless resistance, I rubbed my penis back and forth a few times at the outer edge of the girl's flower valley, confirming that she was still lacking strength

,

and finally entered

her flower valley little by little. "Ohh ...

After a frenzied series of thrusts, Yu Hong muttered to herself, saying things like, "This is a dream...it's just a dream...I must be having a nightmare..." Her eyes glazed over again. I chuckled and slapped her pink bottom, replying, "Yeah, it's just a dream. You just got fucked by me in your dream. Anyway, you didn't lose anything, and you just happen to need a man, so why not loosen up a bit?"

These words acted like a fuse, shattering the last vestiges of defense in the girl's heart and causing the burning desire simmering within her to erupt.

A sense of self-abandonment flashed across Yu Hong's tear-streaked face, and then she pulled me towards her like a slingshot, showering me with passionate kisses. Her long, shapely legs wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly from below.

"Oh, so passionate? Wonderful!"

My penis felt like it was soaking in a warm spring, tightly enveloped by soft, wet flesh. My excitement surged, and I couldn't help but quicken my pace.

Yu Hong, no longer reserved, let out a torrent of heat, waves of heat gushing from her lower body, one after another, sending shivers down my spine. My slender waist twisted and turned, my face flushed, my breathing rapid, hot breath escaping from my nostrils.

The girl's legs were tightly wrapped around my lower back, her plump, white buttocks swaying rhythmically. This movement allowed my penis to penetrate even deeper, making each thrust incredibly pleasurable and exhilarating.

I thrust in and out with all my might, and in this dreamlike state, the hatred in Yu Hong's eyes hadn't disappeared, but was instead overshadowed by lust, returning to the way we used to be in the Southern Barbarian lands, our bodies joined together every night. Her pretty, delicate cheeks were flushed, her tender buttocks eagerly welcoming my thrusts, her snow-white, rounded arms wrapped around my shoulders, and she kept emitting sweet moans.

This situation wasn't ideal, but it was at least healthier than her previous bizarre state of masturbating while crying out wildly. At least now, she was much more alluring to me.

(I can't waste too much time, I still have important things to do...)

Remembering another task, as I thrust into the girl's warm, moist flesh, I took out the yellow crystal I treasured from the cloth bag hidden beside me.

As I expected, the topaz quickly changed color upon exposure to the lustful barrier, emitting a magnificent iridescent light. This time, the light was far brighter than before, clearly indicating that in addition to the operation of the lustful barrier, the topaz was also stimulated by other sources.

Judging from the iridescent light reaction, that source, I believe, came from before me—a girl named Yu Hong, who had once been sacrificed to the "God of Lust in Hell" and was now on the verge of climax during intercourse, her snow-white bare back gradually revealing blood-red tattoos. Oblivious

to the iridescent light before her, Yu Hong passionately twisted her slender waist and swayed her jade-like buttocks, moving with the thrusting of the penis. Her fair, delicate cheeks were as if painted with rouge, red and luscious, full of spring-like vitality. Her petal-like lips parted incessantly, her breath sweet as orchids, her eyes seductive as silk, emitting moans that were almost like sobs.

"...I...I've been humiliated by you again...I can't even escape you in my dreams...I'm hopeless...I'm completely filthy...Ah...Ahhh..."

She cried out loudly as if she were sobbing. The blood-red, shrill mark of the female bee clearly appeared on the girl's fair and tender bare back. When I finally shot the seed of life essence into her body, she also raised her hot body, which was covered in fragrant sweat, and her round and tender white breasts swayed and bumped against her chest.

And so, without stopping, I continued until Yu Hong reached her fourth orgasm, and I myself ejaculated twice, until she almost fainted with her eyes rolling back in her head. Only then did I put her down, and after a moment of catching my breath, I quickly did the "cleanup"—and

this "cleanup" wasn't just about wiping her body. As I pulled out my penis and stepped aside, I placed the glowing yellow crystal between the girl's legs to catch the gushing, wet nectar.

Yu Hong had experienced four orgasms, and the female essence she released was extremely nourishing in the art of the bedroom. As a priestess who had been infused with the soul of the "Hellish God of Lust," she held special significance for the art of the bedroom. When the viscous nectar came into contact with the yellow crystal, it suddenly shone brightly with a dazzling light. The nectar, which had been flowing slowly, seemed to be drawn in by some force, gushing out in large quantities from her wet flower garden, splashing onto the amber luster of the yellow crystal.

The homogeneous energy unlocked the key to the topaz's secrets. The topaz emitted bursts of brilliant light, suddenly illuminating the entire cavern like the center of a sun. The surrounding seawater seemed to be affected by some force, rapidly flowing backward. Yu Hong, closest to the topaz, became faintly translucent under the intense light.

(Oh no, I can't let her benefit!)

Remembering my previous mistake, I lunged forward, snatched the radiant topaz, and the moment it touched my palm, I felt a surge of heat rush up my arm and into my body. The topaz seemed to melt into my palm, disappearing in an instant.

(This is… never mind, I'll investigate later.)

This isn't a place for quiet reflection, so I picked up Yu Hong and, while she was still dazed, put her back where she was. Then I carefully cleaned up the surroundings, making it seem as if nothing had happened.

The bodily fluids and nectar ejaculated into a woman's vagina during intercourse are the most obvious yet most difficult evidence to handle. However, Huang Jingshi's suction was a huge help, making the remaining cleanup a minor matter and quickly completed.

Yu Hong lay there, her face pale with fatigue, but her expression seemed content, sleeping soundly. I thought that since leaving the Southern Barbarians, she had remained chaste, refusing to let any other man touch her, her desire unquenched, even causing her to toss and turn in her sleep. It was probably only today that she finally had a truly relaxing and peaceful sleep.

I quickly left the cave, and seeing the sky outside, I was quite surprised to find that more than an hour had passed. I hurried back to the kitchen to avoid being exposed.

When I returned to the kitchen, it was already quite late. Everyone had vanished without a trace, except for a small lamp still on. A slender and beautiful figure, wearing an apron and holding a mop, was diligently cleaning inside.

"Ah Xue, why are you all alone here? Where are the black man, the blind man, and the deaf man?"

"Everyone went out. The villagers came to discuss something with us. Master, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I saved some dinner for you, it's still warm. Please sit down, I'll get you your food."

Ah Xue, wearing a white floral apron, smiled warmly. Her fair face was covered in coal dust, making her look clumsy, but her smile was undeniably adorable.

She took the food out of the steamer and placed it in front of me. The dishes were simple, mostly plain vegetables and tofu, but I was quite exhausted and hungry, so the food tasted delicious. Just as I was about to joke with Ah Xue, she picked up a rag and resumed wiping the windows.

Compared to my situation, Ah Xue was adapting much better. This woman, whether destined for a life of toil or simply a good servant, quickly mastered the heavy work in the kitchen. Not just mastered, she became incredibly skilled. Every day, she'd rise before dawn, grab a rag and broom, and happily clean the kitchen, polishing the greasy, muddy floor until it shone like a mirror. Then she'd carry goods from the port back to the kitchen and help with other chores.

If laziness is something every smart person does, then Ah Xue's meticulous, step-by-step execution was downright foolish. Once she started working, no one would stop her; she'd cheerfully and diligently continue, her attitude serious and her strength immense. She could handle any heavy work, from carrying loads to chopping wood—she was the work of ten people, practically a kitchen all-rounder. She quickly became the most popular newcomer, a stark contrast to my daily potato-peeling duties.

I asked Xue, "Doesn't she get tired of doing all this rough work, making her delicate skin rough and possibly even calloused?" The silly girl replied that she was happier doing it than learning magic. I almost spilled my food on the table. A perfectly good first-rate mage giving up this kind of hard work and being so happy about it—is there any woman so shameless and driven to desperation?

"Master, Xue is doing this…aren't you happy?"

Xue asked in a soft voice, nervously tugging at her apron with a worried expression. Suddenly, my anger vanished.

I remembered Xue's lively and happy self when she first came to the Southern Barbarian Lands with me, and her heartbreaking cry when she was locked in the Blood Pool. I had to admit that she had already lost so much for me, and the joyful smile she showed now was the very essence she had painstakingly preserved. I shouldn't, and had no right to, further torment her.

When a man and a woman are together, they need to cooperate. During this time, Xue has been very accommodating to me, even turning a blind eye to my looting and pillaging with the pirates. She has done enough, and it's time for me to reciprocate with understanding.

"No. As long as you're happy, I won't have any other opinions. Your fun is more important than anything else. Whether you practice magic or not doesn't matter."

I followed Xue's movements, letting her lie lazily on my lap like a kitten. I teased her cute fox ears, stroked her thick, black hair, and whispered in her ear.

"But there's one thing you must remember: we still live in a world where strength reigns supreme. You won't always only encounter good things. The law of the jungle in the East Sea isn't much better than in Youli. The stories that happened in the Southern Barbarians could repeat themselves here... If you don't want to experience that sorrow again, then... when that moment comes, you must accumulate enough power to change it."

The cruel and tragic deaths of those winged children in the Southern Barbarians dealt a heavy blow to Ah Xue, and it also gave her the determination to practice dark magic. That unforgettable memory, I think she won't easily forget. When I brought it up, a look of utter horror flashed across Ah Xue's face. She buried her head in my lap, her snow-white fox ears trembling slightly, clearly terrified.

I didn't say anything more, but I was confident that Ah Xue had taken my words to heart. She knew what to do next; I didn't need to force her, it would be useless.

Ah Xue was originally my greatest asset, but if I stopped using her as a fighting pawn, she wouldn't be considered an asset anymore. So, who else can I use as combat power? Mao Yan'an, who only knows how to flirt and paint? Or Violet, who just lies down and sleeps after eating?

Ultimately, combat power still depends on myself. I don't find that difficult; on the contrary, I'm eager to try. The secrets of the topaz I just acquired are the best key to taking me to the next level—

the kitchen is crowded and noisy, so I only have the chance to secretly study the secrets of the topaz during my free time at night.

The forests on Honolulu Island are quite large. Yu Hong can find a cave by the sea, and I can find a stone cave by the mountainside to hide in and secretly study.

I sat down in the cave, making sure there was enough cover at the entrance, then stretched out my hands, palms facing each other, relaxed my body, and began to gather a unique magical power—a power born from the combination of sexual energy and magical energy within a living being.

The most powerful artifacts and weapons can often fuse with the flesh and blood of living beings, residing within their bodies. Topaz also possesses this ability. Previously, the topaz seemed to melt, seeping entirely into my palms. Now, as I channeled my magic, the topaz hidden within my bloodline immediately responded, radiating a dim, amber light.

"Ugh!"

A searing pain, like an electric current, coursed through my body. The yellow light from the center of my palms shot out like meteors, a shower of stardust that drifted within a three-foot radius around me, slowly forming pages of a book. In an instant, I was densely surrounded by floating sheets of paper.

The writing on the pages was hastily done, but it was indeed the special script and code words used by magicians to record things. When I casually glanced at a few floating pages, I was overjoyed. Those were indeed phrases from a book of erotic magic, only each sentence had ten times more annotations. It seemed that Famit had written his research findings here.

But the pages were blank, without beginning or end. How was I supposed to read them? Was I supposed to piece them together page by page myself? While practicing magic wasn't as precise as martial arts, where every word mattered, mistakes could still be fatal. Famit had no reason to leave me with such a troublesome legacy, a hot potato.

A thought suddenly struck me: the application of the Lustful Spirit. At that moment, the hundreds of pages before me shifted violently, and a page floated in front of me, displaying the summoning incantation and usage of the Lustful Spirit.

(Truly brilliant! No wonder he's the strongest mage; this is truly beautiful.)

After a moment of staring, the words on the page rapidly materialized and took on three dimensions, then materialized into a Lustful Spirit, slowly rotating 360 degrees, showing me the form of this summoned creature. Magical characters appeared beside it, explaining the creature's habits and combat techniques.

This was the first time I'd ever seen a spellbook like this, and I was truly amazed by the wonder and ingenuity of the magical world. I immediately began browsing through spells and potions that interested me, flipping through them as I went. It felt like the topaz contained more than just a spellbook; it was a complete magic library.

(Wait, why am I looking at this meaningless stuff? I should be looking at the strongest stuff!)

Remembering my business, I immediately pulled up information on dark summons, but the moment that thought crossed my mind, a sudden, sharp pain shot through my head, as if my skull had been split in two. The pain was so intense I almost fainted, and I groaned for what felt like an eternity before finally regaining consciousness.

(Damn it, there are forbidden materials too! Does it really think it's a library?)

I cursed inwardly, but I had to respect the rules set by the topaz and avoid looking at the sealed, forbidden materials. Perhaps, when I have sufficient cultivation in the future, I will be able to break the seal and read those protected materials; or perhaps, when I meet certain conditions, these confidential materials will automatically open.

I cannot verify these things for the time being, and can only study them slowly in the future. However, the part that I can read is already as vast as the ocean, enough for me to spend a lot of time studying carefully.

In the next two days, whenever I found time, I secretly hid in the cave and practiced diligently. In those materials, I discovered something that made me want to beat my chest in hatred. It was about the transformation and application of the Hellish God of Lust. If I had known about it earlier, I wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble to deal with Yu Hong.

Occasionally, I would secretly observe Yu Hong's expression and movements. I found that her complexion had greatly improved, but she would occasionally show a confused expression. She was obviously still bothered by the "illusion" that happened that day. I was so busy with my cultivation that I didn't have time to find an opportunity to abuse her again.

However, just as my lust finally overwhelmed my reason, and I sought another opportunity to savor the sweet fragrance of a young girl, the Honolulu rebel fleet suffered a minor defeat, bringing back news that terrified many of the island's inhabitants.

The ghost ship reappeared in the war, flying the Black Dragon Society's flag, indicating that the Black Dragon King had officially subdued the ghost fleet.

Upon hearing this news, the alluring image of the Evil Lotus vividly appeared in my mind…

◆ Chapter Five: The Ghost Ship

The whole incident was actually quite simple. The rebel fleet, engaged in naval combat, encountered the Black Dragon Society's fleet. A chaotic battle ensued, as usual, with no clear victor. Just as they were preparing to retreat, a sudden thick fog descended, followed by a chilling wind. Then, a woman, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, leaped onto a rebel ship, wielding a whip and wreaking havoc, causing widespread panic.

As the people calmed down and prepared to fight, someone shouted, "The ghost ship is coming!" A sinister, dilapidated ship appeared from the thick fog and charged into the rebel fleet. A scene of utter desolation and wailing filled the air, with soldiers explaining their rout and panicked escape.

Frankly, when I passed through the harbor and saw over a dozen ships speeding into the water, creating huge waves, I was truly startled. Even with a tailwind, they wouldn't be moving that fast; the soldiers on board were rowing desperately to escape.

Of course, not everyone was so shameful. The newly joined volunteers were furious at this disgraceful act, denouncing it as their comrades' haste to flee preventing them from properly fighting the enemy.

Aside from me, probably few men in the world like being called cowards, so the two sides started fighting as soon as they entered the port. The ferocity with which everyone fought so bravely, determined to fight to the death, was hard to imagine was the same group of people who had just fled for their lives.

"What's so great about a ghost ship? We encountered one when we first arrived in the East China Sea. It wasn't simple, but is there any need to be this afraid?"

While playing cards at night, I asked the disabled group around me, and Ayumi, busy serving tea and water, nodded in agreement, bearing witness to my words.

Kurozumi-dan Juzo interrupted my question, saying that the island's command had already issued a gag order regarding this matter; we were just cooks, not combatants, and didn't need to meddle in such things.

"A gag order? Everyone knows this, what's the point of a gag order? Don't even mention the East China Sea, this news has already spread far and wide. Which country on Earth doesn't know that the Black Dragon King has a ghost ship?"

I explained the situation at the international conference held in Sara recently, telling them that the Black Dragon Society has repeatedly sent ghost ships to attack ships of coastal countries. Therefore, news of the ghost ship has not only spread in the East China Sea, but has also been heard by many countries on Earth. It's impossible to block the news.

"Damn it! That treacherous villain, Kurosawa Kazuo, actually used such tricks!"

Juzo seemed very angry, and slammed his palm down on the table. Fortunately, Hyakuzo intercepted him in time. His eight crab hands moved like lightning, showing the skills he usually used when making pastries. Six of them caught Juzo's heavy palm when he slammed it down, and two of them could still continue playing cards. He truly deserves to be called the fastest hand in this kitchen.

However, no matter what we say now, it's difficult to change the fact that intelligence is spreading like wildfire. It seems the importance of the ghost ship in the East China Sea conflict far exceeds my previous estimates. That's why the Black Dragon Society is willing to go to great lengths, attacking coastal nations to spread intelligence about the ghost ship, making it impossible for the resistance to block it.

This news seemed to irritate the people at the card table, but since keeping it a secret was pointless, they told me about the ghost ship.

Ghost ships are terrifying legends circulating in the East China Sea, with a history spanning over a thousand years. Countless unfortunate people have witnessed or suffered harm from them, but throughout their long history, they have almost never been involved in war, let alone clearly aiding any side.

When I first arrived in the East China Sea, I scoffed at this tale of the East China Sea's supernatural beings, believing that a few necromancers working together could easily create ghost ships. Little did I know that such arrogance was a fatal flaw for any excellent tracker.

The ghost ships floating in the East China Sea, though ethereal and unpredictable, were not without starting points.

From Penglai, the largest island in the East China Sea, eastward to Dadan Island, and northward to Sambik Rock, this triangular area is a famous ancient battlefield. Over thousands of years, with the changing of regimes, countless naval battles and massacres have taken place there, and countless bones and blood have sunk within. The sea people fearfully call it the Sea of the Dead. The

Sea of the Dead is rife with strange phenomena. The most infamous is the sight of ten thousand will-o'-the-wisps floating on the surface of the sea on dark, moonless nights, emanating a chilling aura. Each will-o'-the-wisp transforms into a ghost, then sucks away the souls of those who witness this spectacle.

Too many lives have been lost in this sea, and the lingering vengeful spirits have turned it into a vast ghost town. Even skilled dark magicians avoid it, and no one would be foolish enough to come here and make a pact with the undead, intending to exploit their power.

The undead are different from greedy demons. Essentially, highly intelligent demons are similar to humans; given the right methods and sufficient reward, no demon is immune to bribery. But the undead are different. Although they are all born from death, they have lost their consciousness, merely bound by intense memories and grudges from their past lives, drifting aimlessly, repeating the most painful moments of their lives, with little capacity for thought.

Without the capacity for thought, there is no pact to be made. Necromancers can only control them with their own magic, feeding them like wild animals, regularly offering sufficient sacrifices. When necromancers arrive at this sea of ghosts, intending to absorb the souls of the dead, they immediately attract attacks from millions of spirits. Even before they've done anything, necromancers, imbued with the aura of the dead, become delicious sacrifices in the eyes of the undead, actively inviting attacks.

Therefore, the Sea of the Dead is not a necromancer's dream destination, but rather a hellish place they avoid at all costs. Since ancient times, no necromancer has ever gained any advantage here or been able to harness the power of this sea of the dead.

However, the cycle of fate is cyclical, and there are always exceptions. What necromancers cannot do does not mean no one can.

Five hundred years ago, the Loess Plateau was engulfed in the chaos of the Warring States period. A demoness, defeated in battle and fleeing to the Sea of the Dead, used her eyes, her deep-seated hatred, and her blood to curse her enemies before taking her last breath. Whether intentionally or not, when these three conditions perfectly aligned, the millions of lurking spirits in the Sea of the Dead were stirred by this blood curse.

From east to west, a triangular sea area spanning hundreds of kilometers was instantly stained crimson with blood. The surface churned and bubbled as if boiling, but the temperature plummeted, defying the laws of physics, freezing from the depths of the sea to the surface. Then, a dense, icy fog enveloped the sea, and chilling songs emanated from within.

The songs were ordinary pirate tunes, but those singing them were not the living. A decaying ship, laden with skeletons and undead, surrounded by countless wandering spirits, became an unforgettable legend for the people of the East Sea. Countless vengeful spirits followed the ship's route, breaking free from the blockade of the Triangle Sea and attacking various islands, bringing not only death and destruction but also corpse poison, causing the number of the unjustly killed to rise again and again.

During the months when the undead's haunting was at its peak, not a single ship could leave the coast. The sea routes east of the Yellow Earth Continent were completely cut off. The coastal nations summoned many monks and magicians, and even the Temple of Light personally dispatched a high-ranking monk, but none could effectively suppress the ghost ship's destructive power. Instead, many skilled sorcerers had their souls sucked away by the ghost ship, further amplifying its evil influence.

The local forces in the East China Sea also organized a campaign to subdue the ghost ship, abandoning ordinary methods of salvation and attempting to forcibly destroy it. However, the result was even more tragic. All three campaign teams were devoured and wiped out by the ghost ship. With each sacrifice, the ghost ship's evil power grew stronger, making it almost invincible.

(Hmm, the ghost ship's era was five hundred years ago, a time when various magical and martial arts research reached its peak. No wonder such a powerful thing was created. I wonder how the six dark summoned beasts compare to the ghost ship? Has Famit ever fought the ghost ship?)

I pondered this, pressing for the outcome of the matter, wanting to know how the ghost ship was suppressed five hundred years ago.

Shizang frowned and said, "That's not very clear. It's been so long, and the elders were reluctant to pass it down. No one knows the details anymore."

Legend has it that the head of the Cihang Jingdian sect personally intervened, joining forces with sorcerers from another continent. Combining the pinnacle of numerology from both continents, they severely damaged the ghost ship's source, but couldn't completely eradicate it. They could only force it to retreat to the Sea of the Dead, ceasing its attacks on islands.

"Although the disaster caused by the ghost ship has subsided, the number of deaths and injuries was too great. People's terrifying memories of it cannot be erased, and it has been passed down through legends from generation to generation. Every East Sea dweller, regardless of race, has a deep-seated fear of the ghost ship. That period… was the darkest page in the history of the East Sea."

At this point, the four Vajras, regardless of their number—ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand—all fell silent. These four people, though not exceptionally audacious, rarely showed any fear of anything. Now, each of them was clearly shrouded in an ominous atmosphere, demonstrating the ghost ship's extraordinary power and its unshakeable position in the hearts of the East Sea people.

"After that great battle, the ghost ship's evil power diminished, but a rumor persisted,"

Qianzang explained after Shizang. The rumor said that anyone who entered the Sea of the Dead and swore an oath to the spirits with their own blood could make a wish upon the ghost ship and, with the sea's evil power, fulfill their desire.

This rumor stirred my memories. I remembered that on Park Island, Saya had told us a similar story: if one could pray to the ghost ship, the countless spirits on board would help fulfill their wish.

"However, there must be some conditions for those who make wishes. Over the past few hundred years, many have made wishes, but only three have received a response from the ghost ship. The rest became sacrifices to the spirits. Those three… were all women."

Although I didn't know who the first two were, the third was undoubtedly Xie Lian. Her appearance alongside the ghost ship that day was the best proof; judging from this, the female general I heard about at the international conference, wielding a white bone whip and driving the ghost ship to attack passing vessels, was indeed her.

In fact, news of the ghost ship had already surfaced several months prior. Some ships claimed to have been attacked by the ghost ship and the vampire witch, but these rumors sounded too absurd, and the East China Sea side ignored them. Although the Black Dragon Society claimed to have subdued the legendary ghost ship and incorporated it into the Ninth Fleet, everyone scoffed at the news, considering it laughable exaggeration, because at that time, it wasn't just scattered ships from the resistance or other countries that were attacked; even several of the Black Dragon Society's own ships were sunk.

This situation only changed after the resistance's recent crushing defeat…

From Qianzang and the others' accounts, I learned something important. The rebels' crushing defeat a few months ago was caused by a strange, dense fog that suddenly appeared during the battle, disorienting the rebels. The Black Dragon Society, as if they had known about the fog all along, launched a barrage of rockets, which led to the rebels' crushing defeat and heavy casualties.

This is the version of the rumor circulating outside. Some speculate that it was caused by the Black Dragon Society's chief priestess, the Black Witch Goddess, performing a ritual, which created the dense fog. However, Qianzang told me a version closer to the truth. The dense fog did exist, and it's highly likely that the Black Witch Goddess performed a ritual, but what suddenly appeared wasn't just the fog, but also that terrifying ghost ship!

The resistance fighters, long plagued by resource shortages, were adept at fighting in adversity. While the fog and rockets created a dire situation, they hadn't yet caused fatal damage. However, the moment the ghost ship appeared, the temperature of the entire sea plummeted. A chilling wind swept through the fog, followed by a horde of vengeful spirits surging forth, passing through human bodies, causing the soldiers to collapse like they were infected with a plague, howling and writhing.

"The ghost ship is here!"

A familiar scream, followed by the complete rout of the resistance. They were all valiant warriors, never retreating in the face of a ferocious enemy. However, when the nightmare they had heard since childhood suddenly appeared before their eyes, the fear passed down through generations completely shattered them.

It was in this state that the resistance was forced to fail. Under the Black Dragon Society's massive offensive, their army collapsed like a house of cards. The resistance's experts initially tried to turn the tide, but the Black Dragon Society's sea generals not only mobilized in full force, but a demoness also appeared in the thick fog.

That was the bloodthirsty demoness piloting the ghost ship... Evil Lotus!

The previous rumors, along with the Black Dragon Society's announcement, surfaced in people's minds, confirming that the rumors were true. In that decisive naval battle, the thick fog, combined with the thousands of ghostly spirits of the ghost ship, severely damaged the resistance. Afterwards, the ghost ship repeatedly assisted the Black Dragon Society's fleet in attacks, which is why people believed the Black Dragon Society's initial announcement, confirming that the Black Dragon King was indeed all-powerful, even able to subdue this vicious ghost ship that had plagued the country for hundreds of years.

"It's all thanks to Kurosawa Kazuo's skill in dealing with the ghost ships, those damn rebel soldiers. Most of them are native to the East Blue. After hearing that, I almost wet my pants. They're too weak to fight properly."

Manzo, young and impetuous, and unaware of his own deafness, spoke with a thunderous boom. Luckily, Juzo's iron spatula hit him on the back of the head, sending him sprawling across the steel table, thus preserving our eardrums.

"However, this kid isn't wrong," Juzo said. "The frequent appearances of ghost ships have severely demoralized the rebels. You can see that from Honolulu alone. If it weren't for the twins coming to help, they would have been routed by the Black Dragon Society long ago."

Juzo was right; that was the rebels' current predicament, and the same thorny problem I, who considered myself on the same side as the rebels, had to face. But how could we find a way to win this difficult situation?

For the next few days, I kept hiding in the seaside cave, waiting for Yu Hong's arrival.

I wasn't going to wait in vain; Yu Hong's timing was actually very easy to calculate. Whenever the resistance fighters returned from battle, she would come to this cave to dissipate the intense heat of her burning blood and allow her body temperature to calm down. I had already prepared the necessary tools, and from the moment she stepped into the cave, she began to fall into my spell.

My intimate experience with Yu Hong was a very pleasant thing. During intercourse, she wasn't as naturally alluring as Yue Ying, nor as submissive as A Xue; but her long, fair legs were the focus of my love and play. Besides, I was the only one who had been with Yu Hong since her first time, and seeing the changes in her body and mind gave me an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

Every time I watched her enter the cave, slowly undressing, her clothes slightly open, revealing only her half-exposed, snow-white breasts, like a pair of jade-white doves, trembling gently, it was enough to stir my heart; as her pants came down, her slender, rounded legs came into view, and her slightly flushed, snow-white skin ignited my burning desire, causing my lower body to erupt like a volcano, blood rushing in, instantly reaching its peak, and a tent forming in my crotch.

For several days in a row, I violated her in my dreams. Each time we reached the peak of ecstasy together, Yu Hong would often cry out amidst her moans of pleasure, covering her delicate face as tears streamed down her face, murmuring incoherent words I couldn't understand. After each encounter, I would quietly leave, retreating back to my hiding place in the crevice, letting her slowly awaken. Without exception, she would be lost in thought, hugging her legs and burying her face in her knees, seemingly sobbing silently, until she calmed down before dressing and leaving.

However, despite her stubbornness, every day at the appointed time, she would still enter the crevice as before, not resisting the arrival of the "dream."

This might sound strange, but I genuinely believe that everything that happened in the "dream" greatly helped Yu Hong relieve her stress, primarily on a physical level, and perhaps also on a psychological level. However, the effects of the Phoenix Blood on the body cannot be suppressed by willpower alone without being addressed. If Yu Hong had delayed engaging in sexual intercourse with a man, allowing her pent-up desire to burn her brain, she would have been consumed by lust and unable to extricate herself from the sea of desire within a year or two at most.

Yu Hong herself was probably aware of this, which is why, even though the resistance hadn't gone to sea these past two days, and she hadn't engaged in any fighting, and there was no need for her to cool off, she still came to the cave, actively confronting the dream that was causing her so much mental and physical turmoil. "

A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea"—this saying is absolutely true.

However, compared to women's psychology, I care more about their beautiful bodies, because that's something I can actually touch and control.

Lying in a depression filled with clear seawater, Yu Hong was like a lotus emerging from the water, a flower in full bloom. Her golden hair was simply draped down, making her fair and translucent skin appear even more radiant. Especially on her snow-white and smooth skin, a delicate and alluring blush rose slightly, making her exceptionally captivating. Her beautiful, hazy eyes were half-open, half-closed, with long eyelashes, elegant and graceful, truly endearing.

After confirming that the smoke had worked, I slowly walked forward, my gaze following Yu Hong's snow-white skin. Her slender, delicate, and long neck was like a sculpted jade, beautiful and long, perfectly integrated with her body; her small, dove-like breasts trembled slightly with her breath, not particularly large, but round and lovely, possessing a unique charm, while her slender waist accentuated the graceful beauty of her legs.

"...You've come..."

"Yes, I've come again. Didn't you already know?"

Like a cat watching a mouse, I leisurely observed Yu Hong, admiring her beautiful young body.

Having glimpsed the secrets of the yellow crystal, I had no more reservations about Yu Hong, fully confident in handling any backlash from her. Therefore, during our intimate moments, I didn't rush into it, but rather, like those nights in Youli, I slowly engaged in foreplay, developing this sensitive and sensual body, and further deepening my control over her mind and body.

I lifted Yu Hong's legs, caressing them back and forth as if appreciating a work of art. I marveled at these flawless, jade-like legs, then brazenly parted them, burying my face in that soft, mysterious golden pubic hair.

Gazing at the tender pink valley amidst the golden pubic hair, I licked my tongue, the lubricating saliva sliding swiftly across the girl's soft, plump flesh. Yu Hong, whose body was already tense, cried out in excitement at this attack.

"Ah, ah..."

Yu Hong's eyes were hazy as she watched me straddle her two snow-white thighs, my tongue moving in and out of her tender, sensitive valley. Her heart fluttered wildly; she bit her lip, murmuring and twisting her slender, snow-white body, fully enjoying the pleasure my lips and tongue brought her. With

frequent stimulation, the girl, wanting to indulge in wantonness in her dreams, quickly forgot her shame. Her golden hair cascaded over her snow-white shoulders, obscuring most of her beautiful face. Her two watery eyes half-closed as she looked at me, seemingly helpless and desolate, yet incredibly alluring.

"Heh, how many times have we done this together? Are you still so unaccustomed to it?"

Having gained a deeper understanding of erotic magic, I could use more sophisticated illusions to make Yu Hong see other phantoms, appearing in the form of other people, which might alleviate her psychological torment. However, I didn't know whose face to use.

Before I violated her, Yu Hong seemed to have never loved anyone, nor had a lover. If I were to improve my appearance and transform into a man more handsome than me, I couldn't very well conjure up Fang Qingshu's phantom, could I? That guy was handsome enough, but the thought of me wearing his mask to seduce women was disgusting. If I had to say

who Yu Hong had the deepest feelings for, it would undoubtedly be Yu Ni, who was both her sister and her same-sex lover. I had once conjured up Yu Ni's image, but Yu Hong's resistance then was no less intense than when she faced me.

There was no physical violence, but the girl seemed to have collapsed, crying and pleading, her slender body trembling as she hid in a corner of the cave, saying that she could no longer continue her relationship with "me." This change was completely unexpected. Thinking back to the subtle friction I'd witnessed between the sisters a few times, I think I understand the situation.

"...It's just a dream, don't think about anything, just spread your legs...yes, like this..."

In a hypnotic voice, I coaxed Yu Hong to lie down, spreading her snow-white thighs on the ground. Her rosy vulva secreted nectar, mixing with my saliva, flowing down her tender legs. The lewd and alluring scene excited me to the extreme.

I parted the girl's wet labia, gently caressing her pink clitoris with my other hand, listening to her soft moans. Grasping my erect, thick penis, I pressed the tip against her nectar-filled vulva and slowly inserted it.

The hot penis stretched open the girl's delicate petals, penetrating deeply; the intoxicating sensation made the girl moan softly.

"Ah...so deep...it's all the way in..."

Giving up resistance within the barrier of lust, surrendering to the burning desires of her flesh, Yu Hong completely identified herself as a fallen little slut. With satisfied and pleasurable moans, the girl arched her back, her small, snow-white breasts rising and falling, her golden hair swaying wildly, her white, fragrant buttocks thrusting up and down forcefully, the "sizzling" sounds echoing throughout the cave.

"So comfortable...so pleasurable, why is there such a beautiful thing in the world...ah! I can't take it anymore..."

Saying words that couldn't be uttered, Yu Hong took the initiative, repeatedly welcoming my thrusts with her hips. I had to work harder to maintain control. While I was delighted by this stimulating pleasure, I also truly appreciated the wanton expression of this little beauty on top of me.

Yu Hong's eyes were languid, her teeth clenched, as she frantically thrust her slender, snow-white body. Her full, snowy breasts, like a pair of little doves, bounced joyfully, creating ripples of snow. I couldn't help but reach out and embrace her slender waist, lest the force of our impact be too great and she be thrown away.

Nearly a quarter of an hour passed, and Yu Hong's body temperature cooled from burning to warm. I held her sweaty, slippery body, calculating the time in my mind, preparing to coordinate with her climax, helping Yu Hong release the intense heat of the Phoenix Blood, while simultaneously absorbing her true yin essence—a mutually beneficial arrangement, something I had been doing for the past few days.

But then, just as I was about to ejaculate, a warning signal suddenly went off in my mind. It was a simple magical artifact I had made myself, placed fifty feet outside the cave; it would send a signal to me whenever anyone approached. At this critical moment, someone suddenly appeared, startling me. Forgetting the agonizing climax I was trying to suppress, I quickly pulled away, dispelling the lustful barrier as I retreated to my usual hiding place in the rock crevice.

The hallucinogenic smoke was usually a tricky element, but because it was used in conjunction with the lustful barrier, the two were combined. Once the barrier was dispelled, the smoke vanished just as quickly, leaving no trace.

(Damn it, who the hell interrupted me at this time? They ruined my fun, they deserve to die!)

I mentally cursed the intruder's three generations of female relatives, seething with hatred, but rationally I already knew the answer. The only person most likely to have tracked Yu Hong's movements and followed her here was a woman.

As footsteps echoed through the seawater at the cave entrance, I held my breath, afraid to utter a sound. The person who appeared was, as I expected, a spirited young woman in a police uniform—Yu Hong's twin sister, Yu Ni.

She shared the same face as her sister, except her long, flowing blonde hair and beautiful face lacked some of the delicate softness, instead possessing an air of elder sisterly authority. Yu Ni strode in, startled to see her sister half-submerged in the seawater, and immediately rushed to her side.

Suddenly jolted from her climax, Yu Hong was clearly not fully conscious. Seeing her sister before her, her hazy eyes couldn't distinguish between dream and reality, and she didn't react.

Yu Ni showed no tolerance for her sister's behavior. With a swift movement, two crisp slaps landed on her sister's fair cheeks.

"Wake up! How could you let that man do this to you!"

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