Alibuda Chronicles Volume 13: Chapter 3 The Ten-Day Pact

Few would believe I'm not a lustful man, but I'm certainly not a lecherous scoundrel who loses his mind to lust.

In Yueying's eyes, I'm probably still that immature child, unable to learn the composure of an adult. So, in just two short days, I've taken her again and again, each time disregarding time and place, risking discovery, enjoying the pleasure of our affair, and my inconsiderate behavior can all be explained away as "youthful impulsiveness" and "playful mischief."

Yueying would naturally explain my behavior this way, and I'm happy to use this camouflage to lower her guard. In fact, if I were such a foolish dog controlled by lust, I wouldn't have survived in the Southern Barbarians; I would have been dismembered and slaughtered by the Blood Nightmare Demons during the Battle of Ahurama.

After several failed attempts to win her back, I had an idea a few days ago. If things continue like this, I can't possibly climb higher into Yueying's world; we'll only drift further apart. So… if I can't climb higher, the only way for us to be together is for Yueying to lower herself.

Sister Yueying, the woman I admire, possesses a gentle and pure heart, which is what attracts me most. However, she is, after all, a woman, with the emotions and desires that every woman has. If these are used wisely, it should be possible to change her.

Any woman who cheats on her husband will feel guilty, even a wanton woman, though to varying degrees. My repeated open affairs with Yueying, besides arousing her already sensitive physical desires, are also intended to make her realize the fact that she is cheating, gradually increasing her guilt amidst the pleasure of lust.

Guilt, and the indulgence in desire, are both extremely heavy things. Although they may be sweet and exciting at first, over time, that heaviness will gradually crush one's mind and body, causing one to sink uncontrollably, becoming the beginning of depravity. If this guilt breaks down Yueying's promise and loyalty to her husband, will she end this marriage in name only and stay in Alibuda?

This method is not the right way, but I am not a good person to begin with, but... having to resort to such dark methods with Yueying makes me somewhat conflicted. However, compared to this discomfort, the agony of having to watch Yueying leave me was far more severe, making me quickly make up my mind on this matter.

I now only worry about one thing: depravity and ruin are gradual processes that require time to catalyze, and what I lack most right now is time. If I had decided to implement this from the beginning, the chances of success would naturally be higher. Using this method now is far too rushed. If Yueying leaves Alibuda before this process is over, wouldn't I be doing all the work for someone else, utterly foolish?

Moreover, there are two other issues, like venomous snakes gnawing at my jealous heart, which are also factors affecting the success or failure of this plan. The dark side that Yueying is vaguely revealing, her past in Sara City, and that old lover—these two variables that I still cannot control could very well cause my scheme to fail. Especially when I think of Ryan's aversion to women, and the possibility that Yueying's virginity was taken by the lover she was betrothed to, I become furious and unable to remain calm.

However, my anxiety took a turn for the better today.

After Yueying changed her clothes, she didn't rush to leave. Instead, she took my hand and we strolled through the woods, asking me about the basis of Mao Yan'an's confidence.

My first reaction was to tell her about Mao Yan'an's earlier embarrassing behavior and tease him, but then I thought of Yueying's kind and gentle nature. I knew she would be greatly affected if she knew the peace talks had ultimately failed, so I changed my tune, saying I already knew Mao Yan'an's plan, and that it was indeed very likely to succeed, but I had promised him I wouldn't keep it a secret.

As I made these promises, a visibly happy expression appeared on Yueying's beautiful face. While I shared her joy, a voice suddenly echoed in my mind, like a devil's whisper, awakening a thought I had never considered before:

"The ways of deception may be ever-changing, but they all share the same principle: exploiting the other person's psychological weaknesses and making them confused."

What are psychological weaknesses? They are what the other person truly cares about. Because they care, they are willing to pay and sacrifice for these things, thus creating a weakness. So, could Yueying's concern about the peace talks also be used as a tool? Whether it was out of kindness or some other compassionate reason, she was genuinely concerned about these peace talks. Since I had no other choice, why not seize the opportunity and give it a shot?

With this in mind, a look of worry suddenly appeared on my brow. I told Yueying with concern that although Mao Yan'an's plan had a high success rate, that was assuming everything went smoothly. The process would require sacrificing many things, and whether those parts would succeed was still highly risky. In my opinion, the situation was far from optimistic.

Sure enough, as soon as I said this, Yueying looked troubled and asked me to do my best to help Mao Yan'an succeed, and to ask her and Ryan for help if needed.

“Uncle has already boasted that he will never accept outside help. Sister, by helping him, aren’t you just causing him to lose the bet?”

“Ryan is already prepared. As long as Teacher Mao can assist in completing the talks, he will give him the Sage’s Bracelet, so please don’t worry about the other details…”

“That won’t do. A bet is a bet. Politicians never keep their word. How do I know Ryan won’t betray me after I’ve served my purpose? Besides, I’m planning to increase the stakes.”

Hearing that I was going to increase the stakes, Yueying’s worry turned into a hint of anger. She said softly, “…Little brother, isn’t this a bit too much? You’ve already won the Buffett family’s inheritance certificate. Isn’t that enough? I don’t want you to become someone whose reason is clouded by greed.”

I was shocked. That Sage’s Bracelet was actually the Buffett family’s inheritance certificate? To put it bluntly, it was a treasure representing the status of the family head. Even if that damned Mao Yan’an liked it, could he gamble with someone else’s Imperial Seal? Even if he won it, there would be endless trouble in the future!

Despite cursing inwardly, some things, no matter how wronged I felt, I had to do them once. With a serious expression, I told Yueying that the Sage's Bracelet was Mao Yan'an's target, but my target was different. If a peace agreement could be reached within ten days, I would demand Ryan's beautiful wife, whom he never cherished.

"Little brother, you mean..."

"Yes, sister. I've already said that for Uncle's plan to succeed, many things will have to be sacrificed. Sister, do you only want others to sacrifice while you don't contribute anything yourself? That's not how you taught me."

Perhaps I spoke too righteously, for Yueying didn't answer immediately, but lowered her head and softly said, "Little brother, do you know that what you're saying sounds like blackmail?"

“No, sister, I really am blackmailing you. I know that I have no other way to get what I want, just like how Uncle could only use this opportunity to get the Sage's Bracelet. I said that carrying out Uncle's plan requires risk, even endangering my life. If I am really destined to die, then I hope that at least I can use my greatest dream in this life as my motivation to risk my life.”

I said excitedly, “So, sister, are you willing to make such a sacrifice? As long as I can help Ryan complete this peace talks within ten days, are you willing to divorce Ryan after the talks and return to Alibuda?”

This question, which had previously troubled me so much but still failed to sway Yueying in the slightest, was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down on Yueying's rationality. Her lips trembled, her face was pale, and for a long time, she couldn't utter a single word.

I was on edge, waiting for her answer. My heart was pounding like a drum, but I knew in my mind that this plan had failed again.

“…I…I promise you.”

“It’s okay, I know it’s hard for you to decide. I was too hasty. Your refusal is just…”

“I said I promise.”

"Huh?"

Amidst my disbelief and astonishment, Yueying looked at me earnestly and said, word by word, "I promise you, if you succeed in the peace talks within ten days, I, Leng Yueying, will divorce my husband and return to Alibuda… Is that alright?"

It's hard to describe the feeling at this moment. Even if Ishtar surrendered to Alibuda, I wouldn't be so surprised. The problem that had plagued me since Yueying returned home, a problem I'd spent so much time and effort on without any progress, suddenly became clear. This truly astonished me, almost unreal, until Yueying pulled me into her arms, letting me hold her soft, fragrant body tightly. Only then did I snap out of my shock and return to reality.

It felt like I'd been forced to make a huge decision. The pain in Yueying's eyes saddened me, but the thought that if I could fulfill the promise, I could live happily ever after with this beautiful woman filled me with an almost soaring emotion.

So, suddenly, only one question remained… How the hell am I going to manage this damn peace talks, having realized I'd already bluffed?

"Within ten days, I will either fulfill the contract or leave no one alive!"

Unlike Mao Yan'an, I don't have many friends. Even if I went to the Temple of Light, no one would help me. So, "

within ten days" isn't boasting, but an inevitable outcome. As for ten days... well, even if I had ten more years, I still couldn't accomplish it. Ten days and a hundred days make little difference.

In the end, I truly lacked the ability to fulfill this bet, so I had to seek external help. History teaches that when faced with extremely difficult situations, humanity turns to the evil power of demons for help, and I will naturally be no exception.

Mao Yan'an is cunning and always full of wicked schemes, making him a demon in his own right. But this guy is busy clinging to my coattails to try and smuggle himself out; he's in dire straits. Going to him would only lead to our mutual destruction. Even if I were to smuggle myself out, I would escape alone. Why would I go to him?

Since I won't go to Mao Yan'an, I'll go to another demon, a treacherous, vicious, and two-faced female demon, Phoenix.

I returned to the manor and secretly summoned Phoenix. After a dizzying cloud of smoke dissipated, a stunningly beautiful and alluring Phoenix appeared before me.

This time, her attire was very much in the style of the goldenrod: a pair of low-waisted, flared trousers with cutouts, the purple legs slit on both the inside and outside, tied with ribbon knots, paired with nude silk thongs. She didn't hesitate to draw greedy gazes down her long, shapely legs, all the way to her snow-white, fragrant buttocks, almost making one mistake her for being too provocative to wear underwear.

Her upper body was clad in a matching halter-neck top, the fabric adorned with red sequins, the side subtly revealing her D-cup snow-white breasts. She looked incredibly sexy, leaving me speechless for a long time, except for my eyes blazing and my nostrils flaring with heat.

Unexpectedly, when I finally calmed down, made my request, and, with the determination to make a wish, asked her to help me fulfill it, this female demon who had been trying so hard to tempt me to make a wish refused my request with a troubled expression.

"How could that be? Handsome brother, what do you take me for? Don't even mention a demon, even the gods in heaven aren't omnipotent."

This was truly a heavy blow. If even making a wish to a demon couldn't be done, then I really didn't know what external force could help me achieve my goals. However, when I questioned Phoenix about her abilities, this heavily made-up enchantress showed a wronged expression, saying that she was just a mid-level demon with limited abilities, and recently, without any special promotional plans, how could she possibly grant such a big wish?

But this insidious demon quickly revealed her true colors. With a wave of her hand, the thick, heavy, ten-thousand-page demon contract book floated into her palm, rapidly and automatically turning the pages, as if searching for something. Finally, she pointed to a page inside and spoke with a smile.

"...It's not impossible to do it, but according to the law, one wish can't do so many things? Handsome brother, please be considerate of your sister. Let's compromise. One country, one wish. As long as you're willing to split your wishes, I can help you deal with Ishtar, Solancia, and Rosetta with three wishes."

"Oh? That sounds like a bargain for me. But how many wishes do I have left?"

"Well, out of five wishes, one is to help you keep that stupid big-breasted fox girl by your side, another is to help you kill the snake woman and get revenge, so there are three left. Brother, why don't you just be straightforward and make all three wishes at once? Then your sister can drink coffee every day in the bottom of hell."

Because of making all the wishes, having your soul taken away and imprisoned in the bottom of hell, surrounded by flames, icebergs, screams, and blood, never to be reincarnated or released... This is really a damn ideal blueprint. I'd be a fool to agree to it.

Although I was willing to make a great sacrifice to obtain Yueying, if I made all three wishes at once, I would be finished immediately. Even if I got Yueying, I wouldn't have the chance to enjoy her. What would be the point of such a sacrifice? I'm not Ah Xue, nor am I that fool Fang Qingshu. I won't do something so stupid.

Seeing that the

deal was about to fall through, Phoenix resorted to her old tricks again, wrapping her snow-white, voluptuous body around me like a nimble, beautiful snake, whispering sweet nothings and begging me to consider her performance. I had already decided not to let her succeed, but with such a beautiful woman throwing herself into my arms, even though she was a vile and rotten devil at heart, I had no reason not to take advantage of her. While she was whispering in my ear, I unceremoniously reached out and groped her breasts, bypassing her revealing halter-like top, slipping inside from the edge, and cupping her snow-white, round, fragrant breast.

"Hey, hey, hey, why do you seem a little rounder than last time? Most women are raised by their men's massages. Have you been working hard to get business lately, getting too many massages?"

"I can't help it, all men are lecherous, especially the men in big cities. They pounce on me before I can even finish a sentence. These past few days, I haven't even had time to put on my underwear."

Completely unconcerned about my hands and feet, Phoenix smiled and sat in my lap, not only wrapping her arms around my neck, but also brazenly hooking her firm, long, pink legs around my waist, pressing her bouncy, round buttocks against my thighs in a provocative position, which, combined with her last sentence, filled me with fantasies.

“If men aren’t lustful, how will you seduce them into selling their souls? Where will your sales come from? Other women are afraid of men sleeping with them, but you’re the kind of woman who’s afraid men won’t sleep with her. You’re getting the best deal and then acting innocent.”

To extinguish the flames burning in my thighs, I mocked, while my hands kneaded those soft, high, fragrant breasts. As their skin trembled slightly, the buds hardened, turning from a light pink to a bright red.

“Haha, it’s really fun talking to you, John. If we weren’t in this client-client relationship, maybe I’d fall for you.”

Her voice was sweet and seductive, her alluring phoenix eyes shimmering with a light, without a trace of shyness, possessing a captivating and seductive charm that made one’s heart itch unbearably, almost forgetting the murderous intent beneath the dazzling beauty. If one is bewitched by the devil and loses their mind, then before the wish is even fulfilled, the prey will be dead.

I chuckled lewdly, playing with those tender and round breasts, while desperately trying to maintain my composure. Phoenix was a captivating woman, from head to toe, practically the ideal dream created by the demon god to seduce men. I imagine few male animals could resist her allure. However, I am, after all, a man who has "seen the world," and I can suppress this urge by recalling even more beautiful women.

Phoenix was beautiful, but compared to the Four Heavenly Maidens, there was still a clear difference. I closed my eyes slightly, and the exquisite beauty of Ah Xue and Yue Ying floated into my mind—pure as winter snow, clear as the autumn moon, a supreme beauty that did not belong to the mortal world, washing over my heart like a cold spring, instantly extinguishing the burning desire in my lower abdomen.

Her beautiful face still possessed a sensual charm, but compared to the pure and natural beauty of Yueying and Axue, it appeared vulgar and superficial. Especially her purple eyeshadow, blood-red lips, and rouge-covered cheeks; the longer I looked at her up close, the more unbearably tacky her heavy makeup seemed. Thinking of the wicked heart beneath her flesh, the woman I held in my arms felt less like a beauty and more like a pile of rotting flesh, utterly

repulsive. I almost pushed her away. When I opened my eyes again, I knew my lust had vanished, replaced by clarity. Phoenix clearly paused, as if frustrated, looking at me with surprise.

To be able to resist Phoenix's allure with such composure was a rare victory in our encounter. I sneered, withdrawing my hand from her warm, soft breasts and caressing Phoenix's cheek, intending to retaliate with a few sarcastic remarks. But the moment I touched her cheek, my heart skipped a beat.

What delicate, smooth skin! Her skin was so delicate and warm to the touch, smoother and whiter than a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg. The moment I touched her, she captivated me, leaving me mesmerized.

Although I had been intimate with Phoenix several times before, each time, under the influence of her alluring magic, I felt as excited as if I had taken an aphrodisiac, constantly demanding more, only noticing how large and round her breasts were, how her buttocks swayed and undulating, wanting to finish as quickly as possible. I never thought to appreciate her properly, and I could never have imagined that touching her skin in a sober state would produce such a strong sensation. How

could such crystal-clear, delicate, snow-white skin, so inviting to be caressed, be associated with ugliness? My heart pounded uncontrollably. Although I knew that no matter how beautiful something was, it was just a disguise for the devil's temptation, an emotion that transcended lust made me gently stroke Phoenix's snowy cheeks and red hair, calmly asking her a question.

"It's strange. Your skin is so good, why do you put on so much makeup? This heavy makeup makes you look like a monkey's bottom; you can barely see your eyes and lips. Does that make you prettier than before? This kind of makeup only hides your natural beauty."

Hearing this, Phoenix's vibrant face immediately turned into a look of bewilderment.

"No, no, I can't. If I don't wear makeup, I can't go out in public at all. I look awful..."

I paused slightly, wondering what Phoenix would look like without makeup. Indeed, I knew some glamorous women who, without makeup, looked like monstrous dinosaurs ready to devour anyone, making one want to rid the world of their ugliness immediately. However, I couldn't say that out loud, so I had to find a more polite way to put it.

"How could that be? Next time, find a chance to go out without makeup. You'll definitely be prettier than you are now. Maybe, above a devilish figure, you also have an angelic face."

"Nonsense, what do I have to do with angels?"

It's really rare to see Phoenix like this. Since we met, every time we met, it was a battle of wits and suspicion. I've never seen her like this before. Not only was she no longer as fiery and bold as before, but she even had a bit of a shy, girlish demeanor. It was a different kind of charm to see. I couldn't help but lean forward, not to kiss her bright red face, but to brush aside her long hair and gently kiss her pinkish-white forehead.

"Mmm..."

As if she hadn't expected me to make such a surprise move, Phoenix reacted unusually strongly. I could clearly feel her delicate body trembling, and her legs, wrapped tightly around my waist, tightened even more.

Afterwards, we held each other tightly for a long time, silently listening to each other's heartbeats and breaths, until we finally separated.

In the instant we parted, I felt a pang of reluctance, wanting to hold that soft, fragrant body a little longer, to cherish her a little longer, but I forced myself to hold back.

“Hey… handsome brother, I have something good for you, want to hear it?”

While I was still feeling unsettled, Phoenix had already regained her alluring and seductive charm, leaning on my shoulder and speaking to me in a teasing tone.

"I'm in a really good mood today. I just remembered there's a special promotion going on. Although I can't fulfill your wish, I can still give you a little gift."

"What gift? I don't want any martial arts manuals that might cause problems."

"It's not that kind of thing. Here, take this and see. It might help you a little. We demons are very considerate of our customers, but I must warn you, good fortune can turn into misfortune. If you accept this gift, it might bring you some other trouble."

Phoenix giggled, dabbing her lipstick mark on my forehead with two fingers. I felt dizzy, and when I opened my eyes again, the female demon was gone. Instead, a thick brown paper bag was on my lap.

Whatever trouble it might bring, I needed help most right now. Without thinking, I quickly opened the bag, took out a thick, heavy stack of things, examined them carefully, and after a moment, jumped up in surprise.

What this could help me with was far more than just a little bit of help.

"You filthy bitch, all your dirt is now in my hands. Let me tell you, you're in deep trouble today."

I say these satisfying words several times a month, each time with great pleasure. I imagine Leng Linglan right in front of me, letting me haughtily hurl these insults, and finally ejaculating on her face. It's not just me; probably half the men in Sara City have had the same fantasy, because this proud, icy beauty, Leng Linglan, really stimulates the violent side of men.

However, although I've said it many times before, today is the most satisfying time I've said it. The target isn't a wall, a table, or some seemingly prostitute, and... not Leng Linglan.

The beauty I'm pointing my finger at is the witch princess from the Black Magic Kingdom, the leader of the entire Ishtar delegation, "Purple Narcissus," glaring at me with fierce eyes as I arrogantly point my finger at her.

Fifteen minutes ago, I stormed into the Ishtar embassy, demanding to see Narcissa. Those Ishtar bastards glared at me with deep hatred and led me to their leader.

I met with Narcissa alone, and before she could speak, I slammed my hand on the table and loudly proclaimed these words. The suddenness of the event startled even Narcissa, but she quickly recovered and mocked my audacity.

"Trying to intimidate me? If you want to negotiate with me, you'll have to get Ryan Buffett here personally. Who do you think you are? The head of the Cihang Jingdian? The president of the Golden Flower Federation? What can you represent? You can't even represent Alibuda, how dare you speak to me?"

These few words, so utterly contemptuous, were no easy feat, especially since Narcissa, this vixen, was adept at deceiving people. For her to express her true feelings so bluntly was something Ryan and Leng Linglan would never do.

When Narcissa first arrived in Sara, she was somewhat wary and curious about me. However, after several encounters and exchanges, she felt she had figured me out and knew that I posed no threat to her in either martial arts or magic. She then displayed obvious contempt, and I was determined to exploit this to send her sprawling.

"Hahaha, let me tell you, Ryan is confident of victory and wouldn't bother wasting his breath on a bitch like you. As for what you did last night, Cihang Jingdian has already told him everything. You're doomed. However, he has now entrusted the negotiation with me, giving you a chance to save yourselves."

Narcissas wasn't unmoved by the news I threw out, but she still responded with a high-handed attitude, saying there was nothing to talk about. At most, everyone would just part ways. Ishtar and Solancia could simply turn around and cooperate with the Black Dragon Society, which would be far more worthwhile than allying with the bald thief and the hypocrite. For Ishtar, this was the best course of action.

"Oh? Is that so? Perhaps this is the best course of action for Ishtar, but for you, Narcissa, it's absolutely the worst."

"What is this? Threatening me? What other ignorant things are you spouting that will make everyone laugh? I advise you not to get too cocky, otherwise, if you swagger into the inn and leave covered by a white cloth, that won't look good."

"I wouldn't dare. If you can laugh, then please do. I just received news that Ishtar is already secretly in contact with the Black Dragon Society. If the two sides really succeed in joining forces, the first one to be purged will be you, Narcissa."

After saying this, Narcissa's previously disdainful expression suddenly became extremely serious, and I took the opportunity to throw a stack of documents I had taken out of my pocket heavily in front of her.

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