Alibuda Chronicles Volume 2: Chapter 3 Demons

I. A Tragedy and a Loss of Family

When misfortune strikes, even drinking cold water can cause problems. I've known this for a long time, but experiencing it firsthand still makes me feel nauseous. I'm not a good person. Whether it was when I was a child, in school, and my classmates and I seduced that beautiful and alluring teacher's wife, and the goatee-bearded lecturer angrily berated me; or years later, gazing at the distant mountains and reflecting on the first half of my life, I've repeatedly acknowledged this fact.

Tonight's act of raping women isn't the first time in my life, nor will it be the last. However, I'm always particularly careful not to kill anyone. This isn't to boast that I still have some humanity, but I always believe that the women I want to rape must be exceptional beauties. If I kill them easily, wouldn't I have nothing left to do? Therefore, I'm always very cautious in this regard.

However, I never expected things to turn out like tonight. As I was enjoying myself with Zhizhi, her frail mother was awakened by the noise in the room. She struggled to sit up and looked out, only to see her daughter bound and raped in a pitiful state right at the back door. The old woman seemed to be in poor health; the sight was too much for her, and she vomited blood and fainted right there at the door.

No wonder Zhizhi desperately tried to suppress her cries while being violated; besides fearing others would hear, she was even more afraid that her frail mother inside would hear. Unfortunately, her wishes were thwarted. Looking at Zhizhi, who was nearly crying herself unconscious, I felt too embarrassed to tell her, "Your mother must have been coughing up blood while watching me bleed, collapsing in despair and grief."

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

I knew a little about why the doctor wouldn't come. Leaving aside the quack doctors in the slums, ordinary doctors usually wouldn't bother coming to places like this. Judging from her words, the mother and daughter seemed to be slaves. According to the public laws recognized by the continental countries, slaves' right to life is not guaranteed; if they die, they're simply thrown into a ditch. What's the point of hiring a doctor?

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

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

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

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

"Mom, Mom, wake up... Don't leave me alone... Mom, Mom~~~"

Pushing open the dilapidated door, the scene before me could be summed up in "crying over a corpse." The girl's slender and petite body appeared even more frail, and her helpless sobs echoed in my ears, slowly settling in my heart.

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

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

Among the five major magical schools—white, black, red, cyan, and blue—water magic, represented by blue, and fire magic, represented by red, lack the ability to heal the wounded. However, the other three schools all possess related incantations. Exceptional light magic priests like Tianhe Xueqiong possess many powerful blessing and healing spells capable of repairing damaged bodies and regenerating life.

In the southern barbarian regions, the summoning magic that worships the earth and nature is said to possess many incredible magical beasts that can infuse the vast life force of the forest into the wounded, restoring vitality.

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

Helplessly, although I had learned these skills, in reality, I was just a weak magician, not belonging to one of the five major magic systems—a sorcerer specializing in erotic arts. Facing a corpse, especially an old woman's corpse, there was absolutely no way I could apply my knowledge. As a result, I could only stand at the door, watching the girl tightly embrace her mother's gradually cooling body, weeping bitterly in the dim morning light until she collapsed from exhaustion. I

hadn't touched a woman for days, and after just one time, this kind of bad luck happened. It was incredibly unlucky; I needed to quickly take a pomelo leaf bath to get rid of the bad luck… But why was I doing this instead of taking a pomelo leaf bath?

Perhaps because the shock of losing her mother was too great, the girl had completely lost her ability to act. For three consecutive days, she woke up crying, cried until she was exhausted and then fell asleep, or simply sat blankly in a corner of the room. Soon after, as I got to know this elven girl better, I realized she was an extremely strong woman. But at that moment, I was genuinely worried she might cry herself blind.

Whether it was because this place was special, or because the people of Nalivia didn't value sentimentality, no neighbors or friends came to offer their condolences after the family's funeral. A few debt collectors did come, but I paid them off and sent them away. After that, I handled all the funeral arrangements myself. If I hadn't had money, these things would have been very difficult to manage. Every business that heard the bereaved family's name refused, until I offered double the price, at which point they reluctantly agreed.

"Who are you? Why are you meddling in their affairs?" Almost everyone asked me the same question. In fact, I myself was eager to know the answer. To put it politely, I was the man who forcibly took Zhizhi Lonnia's virginity; to put it more bluntly, I was a paid customer.

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

Why am I even here? Even if my freak father caught a cold, I wouldn't necessarily be this filial. So why am I bothering with something that has nothing to do with me? I can't answer that. I just feel I can't just abandon it like this.

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

Anyway, I'm just finding a place to lay low and do something unrelated. It'll just be a way to pass the time!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As for myself, having been missing for a while, the public hadn't received any news of me, and some had begun to speculate whether I had committed suicide out of shame and indignation—utter nonsense.

II. A Second Blossom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you want to commit suicide?" "Don't worry about me! Let me go... Waaah... My mother is gone, I have nothing left, I... What's the point of me living alone?" Her mind was in turmoil, and the girl's struggles could only be described as terrifying. Despite her slender and petite appearance, she was like a wildcat gone mad, her nails lashing out wildly, leaving countless bloody scratches on my hands in her haste. Her rage was truly terrifying; besides trying to break free of my embrace, she constantly sought opportunities to run into sharp objects. It might sound comical, but her actions genuinely gave me the chills.

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

My persuasion was clearly ineffective, as Zhizhi continued to struggle and writhe, her words incoherent, only crying out, "Mommy's dead, Mommy's dead," her sorrowful appearance heartbreaking to witness. It's

truly perplexing. If it were my sadistic father who died, I wouldn't be so heartbroken. Why is there such a vast difference between children?

Since her mother's death, Zhizhi had been in a daze, neglecting to groom herself. She was only wearing the coarse cloth robe she had hastily put on that day. Now, as the two of them were entangled in a fierce struggle, the robe had unknowingly been lifted up, reaching past her waist, revealing the smooth, rounded body of a young girl beneath. Her pair of fair buttocks, like the juicy flesh of a peeled pear, were naked before me.

(So, so beautiful…)

Knowing I shouldn't, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. Moreover, since I couldn't reason with Zhizhi, a sudden inspiration struck me, and I had a way to resolve our current predicament. Following the same method, while Zhizhi was disoriented from crying, I grabbed her wrists and lifted them up, using the strip of cloth she had just used to hang herself to bind her wrists and suspend her, so that her whole body was in a "V" shape.

The sudden movement startled Zhizhi, her eyes widening in disbelief. Though she had a vague idea, she still couldn't believe it as I tore open her robe, separating her pink legs, cupping her round, snowy buttocks with my hands, my erect penis thrusting into her opening…

“Ah…! In…here…?”

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

“You bad man…you…you raped me again…ouch!” With a mixture of surprise and resentment, the girl cried out in pain. And I slowly, bit by bit, inserted my hard penis into Zhizhi's dry, tender opening.

Hey! The head of my penis was finally inside!

"It hurts... Oh... Ah! Ah! Ah... You... No... Don't..." In pain, Zhizhi's arms convulsed, tearing the strip of cloth above her with a hissing sound, and her thighs, which I had spread apart, trembled incessantly.

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

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

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

That way you'll be so happy you'll go to heaven, thank me!" After saying that , I thrust in all the way without holding back

... "

Waaah-- Ahh ...

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

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

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

"Zhizhi, how does it feel now? Do you still want to die?" I slowly, slowly swayed, and slowly, slowly asked Zhizhi.

"It…it hurts…ah…" Zhizhi's pointed ears trembled with pain, her pretty face contorted in pain, as she slowly, slowly answered me.

“If there’s no lubrication, everyone will feel pain at first, but once you get lubrication, you’ll gradually start to feel pleasure.” I said as I began to thrust hard!

“Ugh! Waaah…!” Zhizhi’s whole body felt like it was being torn apart.

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

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

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

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

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

mother that you are an adult.” “Ah! Mother, Mother…” Hearing my words, Zhizhi’s eyes became unpredictable and dazed.

As

I spoke, I thrust into her with all my might. In the bedroom that once belonged to her mother, the sound of her daughter’s miserable sobs echoed. “Mother, you…you can go in peace!

Your daughter…can take care of herself now, Mother, ahh ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ugh! Mom, Mom! Goodbye!" As if listening to a prayer, I smiled bitterly as I pleaded, thrusting my hips forward.

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

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

"Oh! I can't... take it anymore...!" I bent over, delivering the final blow to the distorted Zhizhi, my penis plunging to its deepest point before ejaculating the hottest semen!

III. Delicate Hands

After another brief respite, I untied Zhizhi and laid her horizontally on the broken wooden bed, letting the evening sun gently drape a golden blanket over the girl's tender skin.

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

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

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

After a long while, Zhizhi asked in a low voice, "Are you... a good person or a bad person?" This was probably the most perplexing question for her right now, and although it was simple, it was also a question that I found difficult to answer directly.

"Half of you is human, isn't it?" I said. "To you, are humans good or bad?"

Clearly not expecting my answer, the girl fell silent for a moment. I then unceremoniously moved my left hand, which had been resting on her slender waist, to her proud, erect breast, gently kneading it. Instantly, a look of shock and surprise flashed in the girl's eyes.

"As for me, I don't care whether I'm a good person or a bad person. I just follow my own thoughts and do what I want to do," I said. "I saved you because I felt it wouldn't be worth it for you to die like this; I slept with you simply because I wanted you."

"So you raped me?" The girl's voice clearly held reproach, but no anger.

"Yes!" I said without hesitation, "If raping you was the best way to get you, then I didn't hesitate to rape you. That's what I did."

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

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

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

"Sixteen years ago, my mother was the best craftswoman in Nalivia. Not only was she a weaver, but she was also proficient in casting, a craft that only men could learn in the past, and she did it even better than men. You know? My mother was truly amazing..."

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

While recounting these stories, Zhizhi's expression was happy; however, this fleeting happiness couldn't last.

"That's what everyone outside tells you, isn't it? My mother cheated during the craftsman's exam, so she was expelled from the technical academy and became a disgrace to this city." Zhizhi pursed her lips, speaking bitterly, her eyes flashing with a deep hatred far greater than when she faced me.

"Huh? Isn't that how it is?"

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

With a choked voice, the girl recounted events from sixteen years ago. If everything was true, it was a great injustice done to Nalivia.

For this beautiful female student, so highly anticipated and seemingly destined to become a star craftswoman, the male teachers and classmates around her harbored a deep-seated resentment, unwilling to break with long-standing tradition and allow a lowly female to defile the sacred realm of craftsmanship. This dark sentiment accumulated, gradually intensifying as she advanced through the competition, finally erupting on the eve of the finals.

Under the violent onslaught of numerous male competitors, that night unfolded as a humiliating banquet filled with human ugliness, selfishness, and rampant lust. Although somewhat bewildered—had I attended such banquets before?—we certainly hadn't gone to such extremes.

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

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

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

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

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

"Although my mother didn't teach me anything, I've taught myself many skills, hoping one day to clear my mother's name in the competition and get justice for us," Zhizhi whispered. "Slaves aren't allowed to participate in competitions. I've been trying to raise money to buy my freedom, but my mother's health has been deteriorating these past few years, and I don't have much time left. That's why I'm so anxious for money, hoping to participate in the competition in a month... I finally managed to raise the money, but... what use is this money to my mother?"

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

"Sir... are you a nobleman?" After what seemed like a long time, Zhizhi looked up at me and asked softly.

"Why do you ask that?"

"You have gold coins on you, and so much money at that..." Zhizhi said, "Commoners who don't belong to the technical academy need a recommendation letter from a nobleman to participate in the competition. My current master will never let me participate in the competition. I...I..."

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

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

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

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

Zhizhi said, looking up at me, not avoiding my hand that was groping her chest. Instead, as if to prove her worth, she offered her breasts to my palm.

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

She was the one making the plea, but I felt oppressed and suffocated by her aura. Fortunately, I was in a position to be in control.

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

“Yes!”

"Then, swear before your mother's ashes at your bedside that if you break the contract, your mother's soul will suffer eternal torture in hell."

It was a vicious demand, but after I freed her, she was no longer a slave, and the contract between us had no basis. Without this oath, we would be completely unprotected. If she were to recall the pain of losing her mother… I didn't want to raise a tiger to threaten her.

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

"I, Zhizhi Lonnia, swear by my mother's soul that if I break this promise, may my mother's and my soul be tortured in hell."

Tears blurred her vision, and the girl's trembling voice uttered this vicious oath. When she raised her hand and touched mine in a vow, our lives were forever intertwined, sharing both fortune and misfortune.

IV. Loyalty and Righteousness

Having made a promise with Zhizhi, the question remained: how to fulfill it? Although I lacked real power, in terms of military rank, I was still one of the top 10,000-cavalry commanders in the country. If it were a few months earlier, a single order would have easily exonerated Zhizhi. However, now, mired in misfortune, I was just one step away from disgrace. Without a large army by my side, my orders as a 10,000-cavalry commander were probably meaningless.

I was indeed confident that Zhizhi would win the competition. Basically, to win this kind of competition, besides the craftsman's skill, the materials used at least half the battle. Armor made with third-rate materials is utterly hopeless to withstand a first-class divine weapon. Therefore, every craftsman must do their utmost to gather all sorts of materials before the competition.

In this regard, I can guarantee that if we took the remains of a demonic dragon stored in the port's storage facility, as long as the craftsmanship wasn't too bad, any piece of armor or weapon could be made to be first-class. Combined with Zhizhi's skillful hands, this would be enough to guarantee victory. However, there's a problem. Effectively crafting armor or weapons from powerful divine beasts like dragons is not something an ordinary craftsman can do. Otherwise, couldn't I just find any tailor or blacksmith at the port? To do this kind of work, besides exceptional craftsmanship, one must also possess a certain level of magical cultivation, chanting incantations during forging to achieve complete success.

Zhizhi's craftsmanship is entirely self-taught, but she knows absolutely nothing about magic. Magic and spiritual power are not like internal energy, which can be transferred and transmitted. For her to acquire a considerable level of magical cultivation within just one month is virtually impossible. However, I've already figured out a way to deal with this, so the current problem is getting the money to redeem Zhizhi.

The redemption fee is a total of sixty gold coins. Originally, with my payment, Zhizhi had saved up almost all of it, but because of her mother's funeral, she spent some money, and I didn't have that much on me. I had to go to the port's baggage claim office and take out some gems and ornaments to pawn to raise the money.

With about sixty-two gold coins on me, I went back to find Zhizhi, intending to ask her master to redeem her. But when I returned to her residence, the house was in a mess, and she was gone. After questioning a few neighbors, I learned that today was tax day, and Zhizhi had somehow gotten into a conflict with them and was arrested.

I was terrified when I heard this. Zhizhi, without her crude attire to conceal her beauty, was a beautiful young woman. To be captured by these rough men like this, the consequences were unimaginable. My usual rule is that I never allow any other man to touch my woman. If she were to wear this green hat, it would be disastrous.

Having ascertained the direction, I learned it was on Mount Kowloon, at a nightclub called "Linglong Yuan." The person who held Zhizhi's slave contract was Nalivia's naval vice-admiral, who frequented that place for drinking and revelry. Without hesitation, I headed straight there.

On the way, I already knew I would inevitably encounter a fight, so I could only hope to infiltrate, rescue her, and escape successfully. The first half of the plan succeeded, but after ambushing and defeating the guards and rescuing the disheveled and nearly violated Zhizhi, I finally alerted the nightclub's guards. Seven or eight thugs armed with knives and swords rushed out, blocking my path.

Zhizhi was defenseless, and I could only restrain her; a direct confrontation with these thugs would surely be fatal. Fortunately, I was prepared.

In a battle between a mage and a warrior, the first priority is to gain time for incantation. I wasn't confident I could finish the incantation before their seven or eight weapons came crashing down, so I yanked back, tearing open Zhizhi's robe, exposing her snow-white breasts. The onlookers were stunned, and I seized the opportunity to chant my spell.

"Ancient spirits of lust, I, in the name of John Farrell, make a covenant, come forth, lustful worms!"

Time was too short; the simple incantation only summoned weak lustful worms, but that should be enough. When nearly twenty pinkish caterpillar-like worms fell onto the thugs, who were defenseless against this sudden attack, they immediately dropped their weapons, collapsed to the ground emitting lewd moans, and frantically scratched and groped their private parts. Those with weaker willpower began making obscene gestures.

"You… I didn't expect you to be so powerful?" Seeing my abilities, Zhizhi was startled, and no wonder I had looked at her expectantly earlier.

"There are too many things you can't imagine. Let's run for our lives first."

I grabbed Zhizhi and ran. We hadn't gone far when someone blocked our way again. This time, they surrounded us completely. Not only were there more of them than before, but there were also level three and four professional mages. Judging from their strength, they were definitely not just nightclub security guards, but Nalivia's security force. To fight them, I would at least need to summon a lewd beast to defend myself, but judging from the situation, I probably wouldn't even have time to summon a lewd insect. Things were really troublesome.

Summoning lewd creatures of higher rank than lewd insects requires offerings. My eyes couldn't help but glance at a scantily clad maid not far away. If I could grab her and have twenty seconds to chant a spell, then... how was that even possible? The maid was outside the encirclement. To grab her, I would have to break through. And in twenty seconds, let alone those mages with their hands forming seals and itching to attack, I would be finished off with just a few weapons.

With only the barely clothed Zhizhi beside me, I couldn't bear to use her as a sacrifice. Theoretically, the erotic beasts are summoned to absorb the stamina of their sacrifices, and if used improperly, they could endanger the sacrifice's life. One must be prepared for this when using them.

So, what should I do? The encirclement gradually tightened, and the hands of the two red-robed mages on the left glowed red. Were they magic bows and arrows? Or fireballs? Either way, they would turn someone into a charred corpse!

If I revealed my identity, would these guys stop? I had no idea!

"Good heavens, you choose the path to hell, daring to come in alone. Do you think you can just leave like this?" Just as I was hesitating, a loud shout rang out, and the crowd surrounding us immediately parted to let a skinny man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face walk in. Everyone bowed slightly when they saw him, and Zhizhi's hand, which was holding mine, trembled in shock. Clearly, this guy was the naval vice admiral, the one who held Zhizhi's slave contract.

However, at this moment, I was completely different from my previous timidity. I shook off Zhizhi's tightly gripping hand, strode forward, and went straight to meet the man. Under everyone's gaze, we faced each other, the atmosphere tense for a moment.

"Hahahaha~~ If you don't drink three cups with me properly, I absolutely won't let you leave." The previous hostility vanished without a trace. We first shook hands, then embraced warmly.

"You little rascal, didn't you say you were just a junior officer here? How come you're doing so well, a naval vice-admiral!"

"Even if I'm doing well, I can't compare to you! A dignified Imperial Cavalry Commander, kid, what dirty methods did you use to rape and kidnap him to get that position?"

A potential bloodbath was averted just like that. I never imagined my old friend would be thriving here. Even more coincidentally, he held Zhizhi's slave contract.

"So you were interested! You should have said so earlier! We're friends, what's wrong with giving you a little slave? But..."

"Awu, this woman is mine. Don't forget my habits, do you?"

Awu, Babi, and I used to hang out in brothels together. I knew this guy's lust was no less than mine. Out of friendship... well, maybe because of my badge as a commander of ten thousand cavalry, he gave me the slave for free. But seeing such a beautiful elven woman, it wasn't just his index finger that was twitching; it was his ten fingers twitching! How could he not want to touch her? Zhizhi, frightened, retreated, only to be stopped by the guards behind her.

Therefore, I coldly warned Ah Wu, who was well aware of my intense possessiveness. Once something was declared my property, anyone who tried to touch it would face my revenge. As the saying goes, "A gentleman takes revenge even after three years; a petty person takes revenge from morning till night." Ah Wu, who had been through thick and thin with me, knew the seriousness of the matter.

"Forget it, it's just a question, why take it so seriously?" Ah Wu rubbed his hands together and ordered his men to bring me the slave contracts of Zhizhi and her daughter.

When I tore the slave contracts to shreds in front of Zhizhi, amidst Ah Wu's cries of regret, the smiles that appeared on Zhizhi's and my faces were devoid of any joy. This thin piece of paper, which had controlled her life since birth, was finally destroyed, but it didn't mean liberation; it was just the beginning of another prison. And this time, the term of her servitude was a long lifetime…

If I had known Zhizhi longer and understood her personality better, I would have believed her promise. However, at this time, we had only known each other for a short time, and I didn't dare to trust her so frankly. For the sake of the future, I used the way that hurt her the most, something I often regretted later…

“Awu, your name is so hard to pronounce! I couldn't find you because I forgot your name.”

“No way! You little brat, you forgot my strong and unyielding name? That's so disloyal!”

When old friends reunite, especially when two drinking buddies reunite, there's no elegant way to celebrate. Since Zhizhi was exhausted and I had business with her tomorrow, I asked Awu to send someone to escort her to a nearby inn for a while.

"You and Babi are really no fun. You haven't come to see me in so long. You're so disloyal!" Awu sighed. "Back then, we, the Yellow Three Stars, were sworn brothers, vowing to live and die together. Every time we went to a brothel, it was a glorious victory. I never thought that after only a few short years apart, Babi would be gone. Alas, my old friend! How exactly did Babi die?"

How did he die? I can't exactly tell you that I killed him with one sword! I vaguely brushed it off and chatted with Awu. I learned that after the guy spent money to get transferred to Nalivia as a junior officer, he accepted bribes and cultivated good relationships with local gangsters and wealthy merchants. In addition, he was extremely good at flattering, spreading rumors, and causing trouble. Within a few years, he rose rapidly in the officialdom and became a high-ranking official, the vice admiral of the navy.

"That's what they say, but actually, being a naval vice admiral isn't all that great. There's no war in Nalivia, so we soldiers don't have a chance to get promoted. This port city has both land and naval forces, so there's no place for me, as naval vice admiral, to show off... There's certainly a lot of money to be made! But it ca

n't compare to the swagger you get as a commander of ten thousand cavalry in the capital." Nalivia is one of the most prosperous cities on the continent. Putting aside everything else, just the vast area of Kowloon Mountain, a veritable den of iniquity, has countless opportunities for officials to make a living—a highly coveted position for officials from other regions. The "Linglong Yuan" nightclub we're in now is owned by Ah Wu, who was a major shareholder. When it was first established, he didn't have to pay a single penny; his only responsibility was security.

"Ah Wu, there's something I'm curious about. That large group of people following you just now, were they all bodyguards you selected from the army?"

"Yes! Just a random bunch, I carefully chose them, each one a top-notch fighter, I..."

"You, a naval vice admiral, going to a nightclub to play with women, why do you need so many bodyguards?"

"Well... I have many enemies, of course I need to take extra precautions."

Sure enough, seeing his embarrassed expression, I knew something was wrong. To climb so high in just a few years, I wouldn't believe he hadn't offended anyone. Before I could ask further, he had already changed the subject.

“By the way, John, do you know what? Babi’s father is a real inhuman beast!” Ah Wu seemed quite angry, slamming his fist on the table. “Doesn’t Babi have a sister? About a few months ago, that old bastard pretended to be drunk and actually slept with his own daughter!”

“Really? How despicable!” The last time I saw Babi’s father was when I was in charge of delivering his pension. At the time, I only remembered him as a drunken old man with alcohol poisoning. I never expected him to commit such a shameless and despicable act.

"That's not all. What's even worse is that after he sobered up, he did it for over ten more nights in a row. Tell me, isn't he a beast in human clothing?"

"He's worse than a beast! He didn't even spare his own daughter! It's outrageous!"

"Exactly! That's why Babi's sister sent me a letter the other day, saying she wanted to come and stay with me. I agreed without hesitation. Anyway

, I have plenty of empty rooms here!" "Of course! Babi is our good brother! If there's a chance in the future, you have to introduce him to me."

"This...of course...um...humph!" Awu groaned twice and ejaculated into the woman's vagina.

This was his wicked idea. To celebrate our reunion, we two talked on horseback. In short, we talked while having sex with women. To prevent being cheated on, the girls sent by "Linglong Yuan" were all blindfolded, had earplugs, and their hands were tied behind their backs. Awu and I directly drew our guns and mounted our horses. In the end, this guy couldn't hold back and ejaculated first.

"I'm not willing to lose to you like this. That was just an appetizer; now for the main course." Ah Wu picked up the bell on the table and shook it twice. Immediately, two incredibly sexy beauties, blindfolded and with earplugs plugged in, were pushed in. Judging from their flushed cheeks and constantly wriggling legs, they had definitely been given aphrodisiacs.

"My friend, you're lucky. You choose first!"

Both prostitutes were quite good, though not as good as Zhi Zhi, but still very attractive. I glanced at them and was more interested in the long-haired beauty on the left. She was dressed very scantily, with a sheer green-trimmed mandarin duck-patterned bodice at the chest, her pink areolas even more prominent under the thin gauze. She wore only a sexy green embroidered panty, her two long, plump, white, and rounded legs swaying back and forth, making one's heart flutter.

"I've decided, I want the big white legs on the left."

"Oh, then the little white butt on the right is mine."

Without saying much, Ah Wu and I each pulled over the beautiful flesh we liked and immediately got on top of each other. I pinned the beautiful woman beneath me, gripping her full, white buttocks, and thrusting my penis into her petals, pumping relentlessly.

"Hey! John, I need your help with something!" As I worked on the girl's anus, my penis moving in and out rapidly, quickly bringing her to moaning pleasure.

"I don't get along with that naval admiral above me. This old man's been using the excuse of fighting corruption, all stern and incorruptible, constantly looking for loopholes in my schemes. But everyone knows he's even more corrupt than I am. You always have so many ideas, do you have any way to help me deal with him?"

Stroking her slender, snow-white legs and her beautifully curved, round, high buttocks, I thrust vigorously, listening to A-Wu's question.

"What are you going to do? I'm not going to kill or set fires."

"That's not what I meant. Didn't you used to have a lot of weird aphrodisiacs? Get some out of me. All I need to do is make that old guy have a scandal and get him removed from office."

"That's fine, but in return, you have to do me a favor."

Stimulated by the aphrodisiac and vigorous thrusting, the beautiful woman with long white legs beneath me swayed, straightened, and contracted her slender waist, finally lying on her back, allowing me to lift her round buttocks while kneading her ample breasts as I continued thrusting.

"My girl wants to participate in your technician competition and needs a noble recommendation. You're the local bigwig, so I need you to be her recommender and help her win."

Her full breasts and jade legs pressed against me, the beautiful woman with long white legs swaying her slender waist up and down, her high breasts shaking violently, dripping with fragrant sweat, her youthful body swaying constantly with the frequency of intercourse.

"Being a recommender is no problem, as for winning... that's not easy. No women ever participate in that kind of thing, let alone your girl... Ah! So good!"

"Don't try to fool me. In a big competition like this, there's bound to be some underhanded dealings. Just do your best."

A charming, plump, white leg wrapped around my waist and hips, her slender waist and pink buttocks constantly swaying and thrusting upwards, her vulva clenching tightly around my penis. With my vigorous thrusting, she was gradually approaching orgasm.

"Ah... okay... then I'll do my best... hey! This bitch's asshole is so tight." The blue-clad prostitute under Ah Wu's crotch, her buttocks as round as white peaches, kept swallowing his penis, while on my side, the vulva of the beautiful woman with long white legs tightly gripped my penis, her round, annoying jade buttocks, and the flesh walls tightly wrapped around the hot penis, made me almost ecstatic.

Finally, at the moment when we reached an agreement, as if to show our friendship, we ejaculated at the same time, then gave each other a thumbs up and showed the same lewd smile.

"Kid! You're fucking too handsome, is there any man in the world as strong as you?"

After intercourse, we continued to enjoy the beauty's oral sex, while boasting as usual. At this moment, Ah Wu, sitting opposite me, lazily said, "John! How was the taste of Babi's sister?"

"What? Didn't you say you'd introduce me to her later?"

"Why introduce her? You've already done it, what self-introduction could be more intimate than this?"

"Wait, you... what did you say?"

Seeing my surprised expression, Ah Wu seemed startled as well, pulling up the blue-clad prostitute who was sucking his penis between his legs, and asked in surprise, "You've never seen her before in the capital? The one with the long white legs is the eldest sister, Lily, and the one with the small white butt is the second sister, Lily. I thought you already knew."

"You... you bastard, didn't you say they sent a letter just two days ago?"

"They sent a regular letter and rode a fast horse here, so the letter and the people arrived at the same time. I was helpless! Who told the Imperial Post Office to be so inefficient?"

"They were raped by their fathers and came to you for help, and you...you actually pushed them into a pit of fire! You...you..."

"Uh! Is that so strange?" Ah Wu spread his hands, helplessly saying, "I do the same thing to every woman who comes to me! If I weren't running a brothel, where would I find so many empty rooms to accommodate people anytime?"

Looking at his innocent expression, something important finally came to mind: Ah Wu's name, a very powerful name, a name befitting a pillar of the nation...his name was "Wu-Tian-Liang" (巫-添-梁).

What can you expect from someone like me? What kind of "friend" would I have?

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