Alibuda Chronicles Volume 11: Chapter 1 A Perfect Union

Everything that happened felt like a dream. I couldn't understand how things had suddenly turned out this way. Was this another strange dream? Or... was the effect of alcohol truly so powerful that it made the impossible happen?

When Yueying whispered in my ear, "Little brother, let's do it," although the aphrodisiac effects of the aphrodisiac fluid were still taking hold within me, my blood was rushing from my genitals to my head in the opposite direction, almost causing a nosebleed.

When everything around you is so beautiful that you can't believe it, what should you do? Should you slap yourself to confirm if this is a dream? Of course not, I haven't used that stupid method since I was eight. What I should do now is finish this dream before it ends.

Yueying's slender, fragrant body pressed softly against my chest, as if she were entrusting everything to me, and I didn't want to think too much. My only thought was where to finish this beautiful dream.

This wasn't the time to consider romance, but I couldn't just commit adultery right there. We'd made a huge scene in the basement; someone might be chasing us upstairs soon enough—not a good place to fulfill my dream. As for getting another room, carrying her to the front desk twice like that was too conspicuous, not a good idea either.

Besides… it sounds funny, but finally being able to realize my twelve-year dream, I didn't want my first time with Yueying to be too hasty or abrupt. I wanted a place with a romantic atmosphere.

Romantic atmosphere… the most commonly used prop is the moon.

(I remember noticing when I came in that besides the eaves and tiles, there seemed to be a platform on the top floor of this inn, almost invisible from below. If it's empty, then…)

Thinking of this, an idea immediately popped into my head. Without further ado, I rushed up the stairs as fast as I could, and whenever I encountered a door, I used my short sword, Hyakkimaru, to cut the lock and kick it open.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After repeating this process several times, I carried Yueying and stormed onto the rooftop of the inn. When I kicked open the door, what I expected immediately appeared before my eyes: a chaotic rooftop, piles of abandoned furniture, a cool evening breeze, the dazzling night view of Sara illuminated by thousands of lights... and a clear, white moon hanging high in the sky.

It wasn't a full moon tonight, but the moonlight appeared very white due to the moisture in the air. Looking at such a bright moon, with the chilly evening breeze blowing in my face, it felt as if all my restlessness had vanished, and I felt very comfortable. The commotion that had just occurred seemed like something from another world.

Having successfully shifted the atmosphere and avoided a rushed feeling, I'd achieved my goal. It's just a pity… there's no bed, which is a shame…

(Huh? What's that over there…)

Heaven is truly kind to me, or perhaps the gods are always lenient towards stunning beauties. Just as I was lamenting my final regret, I saw a red cypress bed appear before me. It looked brand new, without a speck of dust, not like it had been thrown here as trash. It seemed specially placed there to serve guests like me with ulterior motives.

With an almost reverent attitude, like worshipping a goddess, I lifted the bed curtains and laid Yueying flat on it. The smell of alcohol emanating from her mouth, mixed with her own body fragrance, created a unique aroma, like that of a female animal in heat, incredibly alluring.

"Sister… are you still awake?"

I was a little worried. If Yueying was completely drunk and asleep, although I could do whatever I wanted, this "dream" wouldn't be perfect; it would be a regret. Fortunately, after hearing my soft call, she slowly opened her eyes, glanced around, and then looked at me, as if praising my thoughtfulness, or perhaps scolding me for my hesitation.

When Yueying shyly raised her snow-white arms, seemingly wanting me to help her undress, the joy in my heart almost soared like a pair of magpies.

"Sister, I'm so sorry, but you probably don't know, for so many years… I've dreamt of this day."

"Hehe, don't think you're the only one who dreams like this. I've heard similar things too many times. Show me how different you are from the others."

Hearing these words, seemingly arrogant yet teasing, the last trace of hesitation in my heart vanished.

Yes, at this moment, Yueying wasn't the "Sister Yueying" I knew, but simply a beautiful woman as stunning as an autumn cherry blossom. I didn't need to hold back; I could just enjoy it.

With practiced ease, I unbuttoned Yueying's vest for the second time today. The strapless white lace bra beneath her vest, unlike the traditional bras worn by Chinese women, made me hesitate, unsure how to proceed. But with Yueying's languid cooperation, I successfully found the clasp, and once unhooked, a pair of beautiful, smooth, firm, and snow-white breasts sprang forth.

"Sister, your breasts are so beautiful… I wanted to say that, but I'm sure I'm not the first to say it, so let's skip that part and move on,"

I said with a grin, as a retaliation for her previous attitude. Once I clearly distinguished between the drunken Yueying and her usual self, just as I distinguished between Tianhe Xueqiong and A Xue, there were no psychological barriers, and I could speak freely.

Yueying's face was flushed, her breath sweet as orchids. I didn't know if it was from the alcohol or from my words, but this seemingly shy and delicate face made me, who had taken the opportunity to remove my shirt, unable to contain my excitement. Bare-chested, I pounced on the half-naked body before me, pushing Yueying down onto the bed.

"Ah..."

"Don't rush to scream, it hasn't even started yet..."

A sly smile flashed in Yueying's eyes. As I pounced on her, she deliberately turned to the side, crossing her arms to protect her chest, trying to stop my intrusion. But this pathetic boy who needed her help to remove his foreign undergarments had now become a hungry tiger drooling over beautiful flesh

, and there was no stopping him anymore. Ignoring her obstruction, a pair of strong arms slipped through the gap between Yueying's arms, heading straight for her high, round breasts. She wanted to resist again, but suddenly realized that the man beside her had already climbed onto the bed. Something was deeply embedded in her skirt, teasing her buttocks through the skirt and undergarments.

"Hmm, you..."

As a married woman, Yueying had no reason not to know what it was. Her half-naked, snow-white body stiffened as if electrocuted, giving me an opportunity. My hand reached out and touched her full and elastic breasts.

I breathed a few satisfied sighs. Her C-cup breasts were soft and white, not as impressive as Xue's H-cup, but the feeling of them filling my palms was exceptionally warm and smooth, making me unable to resist playing with them.

A fragrance wafted from Yueying's hair in the breeze. I took a deep breath, feeling unsatisfied, and eagerly freed one hand from my caresses of her white

, fragrant breasts. I deftly removed her golden phoenix hairpin, letting her golden hair cascade down in waves to her shoulders. What followed was all so natural. I loosened Yueying's sash and pulled her long silk skirt off her smooth, beautiful, long, snow-white legs. Now, except for a thin, almost transparent underpants, her alluringly fragrant body was practically naked.

The beautiful Yueying possessed crystal-clear, snow-white skin that shimmered with an ivory-like glow. Her gracefully sculpted, snow-white body resembled a cherry blossom glistening with dew, its whiteness tinged with a delicate pink.

I stared at her blankly for a moment, then suddenly lowered my head and took most of her snow-white breast into my mouth. My tongue vigorously licked the pink nipple, while my teeth gently bit down, letting the complex sensations of pain, numbness, itching, and soreness assault the woman's body beneath me.

"Don't...be gentle, okay? Ah..."

Yueying moaned softly, as if in pain, yet also as if in pleasure. I gently bit her smooth, fragrant breast, then raised my head to kiss her red lips, suppressing my desire, touching her only briefly before stopping, not letting my burning lust erupt all at once.

The evening breeze caressed her snow-white skin, the moonlight lifted the curtains, and in the passionate embrace of the two, Yueying's long, pink legs stretched out, revealing her dazzling white buttocks, which trembled slightly. The white silk panties, deeply sculpted into her buttocks, no longer offered any lifting effect, but the curves of her hips and legs remained incomparably smooth.

I squeezed her plump buttocks tightly, and was surprised to find that her panties were soaked, with gushing honey-like fluid constantly flowing out. On the inside of her snow-white thighs, two streams of water flowed downwards, glistening and slippery, the milky white, viscous love fluid shyly appearing, seeping from Yueying's tightly closed, delicate jade cleft.

"Sister, your buttocks are so round and bouncy..."

With the satisfaction of a man conquering a woman, I teased Yueying wantonly, grabbing her round, white, tender buttocks and savoring the smooth flesh. At the same time, I kissed Yueying's fragrant lips, exploring them deeply with my tongue and sucking on her sweet tongue.

"Mmm...mmm..."

The intense kiss made Yueying breathless, and with my unrestrained teasing of her snowy breasts and jade buttocks, she moaned incessantly, her head tilted back to its limit, forming a concave arc between her head, back, and buttocks. It was only after a long while that I reluctantly parted our lips.

"Sister, how was my performance? I just said I would make you fully experience the joy of being a woman."

Although I hadn't truly reached ecstasy yet, watching Yueying's hot lower body become warm and moist, and the two rosy, jade-like nipples on her full, soft breasts gradually hardening, enlarging, and perking up, proving the hidden surge of desire in this stunning beauty, brought me a sense of accomplishment that surpassed anything else.

"At times like this... don't call me sister anymore... Heh, without realizing it, you've grown up so much, no longer a child."

I had heard these words when I reunited with Yueying, but when Yueying's watery eyes were half-open, her face flushed, and her nearly naked, snow-white body pressed tightly against me, emitting a musky, alluring scent, it sounded completely different. Especially... Yueying after drinking was unexpectedly bold and seductive. While speaking, she even reached out and touched my crotch. What she was implying was all too clear.

"But just knowing how to kiss isn't enough. Aside from that, are you still just an immature child in other ways?"

If I didn't react to a woman's question like this, I wouldn't be a man. I suddenly reached out and pulled off the annoying white silk panties, like a god creating the world, bravely parting her shyly closed pink legs, revealing her jade-like vulva, and slowly entering her sacred and deep vagina.

"Mmm! Gently...so deep, ah..."

"Don't move, I'll be very gentle with you, I'll make you feel very comfortable..."

Before entering, I had already dismissed Mao Yan'an's hopes. Even if Baili Xiongshi was a gay man, Yueying couldn't possibly have remained a virgin until now, but the tightness after entering said it all.

Although there was no bleeding, Yueying's sexual activity over the past twelve years was definitely minimal. As for any orgies, that was even more impossible, because the tender flesh inside her vulva gripped my penis tightly; the writhing flesh stimulated my penis to the point of almost ejaculating on the spot.

In addition, Yueying's slightly furrowed eyebrows clearly revealed her slight discomfort and pain from not having sex for a long time, while a strange joy and pleasure, along with the delicate expression on Yueying's face that seemed unable to bear it, made me even more infatuated as I rode on top of her, unconsciously intensifying my movements.

"Oh... little brother... stop for a moment... stop... ah!"

Before Yueying could finish speaking, I thrust my penis deep into her flower valley again. She tilted her head back, letting out a satisfied moan of pleasure, and raised her two smooth, snow-white legs, tightly wrapping them around my waist. She thrust upwards with her flower valley, making our lower bodies tightly connected, without any gap.

Two fiery bodies pressed tightly together, their lower bodies joined, pubic hair rubbing against each other. Each thrust, powerful and rapid, sent her soft, plump buttocks slapping against my inner thighs. The "slap, slap" sound of each thrust and slap, accompanied by a soft, melodious moan, was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. My

erect penis, with a wild, possessive, and conquering fervor, plunged into Yueying's jade gate, penetrating her already slippery, tender, and narrow vaginal canal, reaching the very core of her flower, pressing against the most delicate bud, rapidly kneading and throbbing, creating wave after wave of intense pleasure that was almost unbearable.

I admired Yueying's almost dazed expression of pleasure, my hands gripping her wildly swaying peach-like breasts tightly, squeezing her nipples with my thumbs and pinching and twisting her high, white breasts with the other four fingers.

"Ah...ah...little brother...um..."

Yueying expressed her joy from me with unreserved moans, but she was not in good physical condition. After enduring my storm of attacks, a fine layer of sweat appeared on her snow-white back.

I felt pity and tried to slow down my movements, suppressing my burning desire. But Yueying was the most understanding partner. She wrapped her arms around my neck, breathing out a rich, musky scent. Her body, long deprived of intimacy, was more ready than that of a virgin. After sufficient lubrication, she even actively craved my thrusts.

"Don't, don't worry about me...thrust harder...harder...thrust all the way in!"

If it were an ordinary older sister, she would maintain her elegant and noble composure and upbringing, and would never say anything impolite. But Yueying, after drinking, seemed to have thrown away all restraints. The wantonness and charm she displayed always gave me immense stimulation.

Her long, golden hair cascaded over the bed during their passionate lovemaking, appearing exceptionally alluring and seductive under the moonlight. As if bewitched, I ignored her urging and deliberately asked breathlessly, "Sister, I can't hear you. What do you want me to use?"

For some reason, I longed to see Yueying use her beautiful and elegant face to utter obscene and vulgar words. Hearing them would excite me more than the strongest aphrodisiac, and Yueying did not disappoint.

"Ah… Sister wants you to use your… to insert me…"

"Oh? What is my thing? Sister, don't just say half of what you mean."

After much coaxing, I finally managed to get Yueying to speak again.

“…cock, cock…”

“What?”

“Use your cock to fuck me…fuck me hard…”

“Oh? Fuck your cock hard there?”

When I asked her this, Yueying didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she hooked her arms around my neck and pressed her head against my ear so I couldn’t see her expression. But from her red ears and cheeks, I knew that Yueying was still hesitant. So I thrust hard, my penis going in and out of her beautiful hole.

"Hurry up and tell me... Sister, where do you want your little brother to insert into you? Sister... Sister... Good sister."

After I called her "sister" several times in a row, the rhythm of my thrusting suddenly increased. Yueying could no longer hold back. She abandoned all restraint and fiercely met my thrusts, moaning in a sweet voice, "Insert into sister's hole... I want little brother's cock to forcefully insert into my hole..."

After this round of fervent and intense thrusting and penetration, I had already reached the peak of passion. Then, her beautiful and poignant cry, and the way the tender flesh inside her vaginal walls contracted and clenched tightly during the ecstasy of intercourse, instantly shook me to my core.

I swiftly withdrew my scalding, iron-hard penis, one hand encircling Yueying's shapely, round, white, and tender buttocks, the other tightly holding her slender, boneless waist. I thrust deeply and forcefully into Yueying's jade-like hips, feeling her snow-white, high-rising breasts sway against my chest. I said with pleasure, "Baby sister... how is it now? I didn't disappoint you, did I? I've never disappointed my woman..."

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over Yueying, completely immersed in the peak of orgasm, her delicate body convulsing continuously, while I worked hard to keep her from falling back into ecstasy.

"Ah... little brother... you're so good, so good..."

Yueying's moans were sweet and melodious, her eyes gazing upwards in a hazy state. I relaxed her fragrant body slightly, parted her a little, and kissed her soft lips, sucking hard on her fragrant tongue. At the same time, I reached out and pinched the nipples of her soft breasts, my lower body thrusting wildly and forcefully.

"Sister...Sister, do you...do you want me to ejaculate outside?"

Yueying shook her head in distress, her golden hair, damp with sweat, cascading down her back. Her jade legs alternately kicked against the bed and straightened, but the answer she finally uttered was unexpected.

"No...no...inside...ah...inside...mmm...mmm..."

For a moment, I was indeed very surprised, but this surprise paled in comparison to the joy of taking the opportunity to do something naughty. And so, a thick, hot, viscous stream of semen shot out, gushing straight into the sacred, deep depths of the woman's flower chamber.

Stimulated by the burning yang essence, Yueying let out a soft cry. Her long, slender, snow-white legs suddenly rose high, stiffened, and then went limp, wrapping around my thighs. Her soft, delicate arms also convulsively clung tightly to my shoulders, her ten slender, delicate fingers digging deeply into my shoulders. Her pretty face, flushed red with desire and pleasure, pressed against my ear in a dazed and shy manner, letting out soft moans of satisfaction.

If everything that happened that day, from beginning to end, was like a dream that ended with the sunrise, then at least I should be thankful that it didn't end like a nightmare.

Because of the excessive frequency of intercourse on the same day, and the continuous use of the forbidden drug to boost my stamina, when I fell asleep in Yueying's arms on the bed, I slept very soundly until the sun was high in the sky before I woke up.

Naturally, Yueying was long gone. I was dressed, not naked, indicating she had regained her senses and was no longer in her drunken, wanton state.

What was she feeling now?

Did she feel she had committed a grave mistake? Or was there a hint of joy? Or…

how different was her mindset when she was sober versus when she was drunk? I couldn't possibly guess; only seeing her in person would reveal the truth. It was regrettable that I hadn't stopped her before she left, but upon reflection, it might not have been a bad thing.

If there were no problems, Yueying should have returned to the inn. Although I desperately wanted to see her, it wasn't wise. Yueying was a grown woman; she needed time to calmly reflect.

I pretended nothing had happened, dressed, left, returned to the Earl's mansion, quietly opened the door, and headed towards Xue's bedroom without disturbing anyone. But as I passed the courtyard of my room, I heard voices coming from inside—it was Xue!

Slightly surprised, but quickly understanding. Although I had recently made love to her several times, indulging in the plump, white buttocks of the pretty little fox girl, I had been busy with official duties the past few days, rushing back and forth to the Earl's mansion, and hadn't had many opportunities to see Ah Xue. Sometimes she would stay overnight in front of my bedroom, wanting to see me. Having developed this habit, today was probably the same. But who was she talking to? Uncle Fu?

Curious, I tiptoed over and happened to hear Ah Xue's melodious laughter. This meant that the person she was talking to was at least someone she could trust and who could make her laugh out loud. Uncle Fu was a fat, bloated old man, what was so funny?

Thinking this, I knew who was talking to Ah Xue. I looked from a secluded angle and, sure enough, it was Mao Yan'an, dressed as a swordsman, sitting on the steps chatting with Ah Xue. Violet looked very happy, dozing off at Ah Xue's feet.

"That's really strange. You don't have any memories of the past? So, you don't even know who you are anymore, right?" I

had originally wanted to go out and chat with them, but upon hearing the uncle's words, I immediately pulled my feet back and hid behind a pillar, eavesdropping on their conversation.

Mao Yan'an seemed very surprised that Ah Xue couldn't remember anything from the past. He asked several perplexing questions in succession, and after confirming that she couldn't remember anything, he began to blame me, her master, for not taking her to see a doctor. He gestured wildly and spoke with great agitation, making even me, watching from the side, grit my teeth in anger.

"Master... he's busy with important national affairs, how can I let him worry about me?"

"What are you saying? You're his beloved disciple, it's only natural that he cares about you. He knows you're sick, but he doesn't try to help you. Sigh, even I, your uncle, can't stand it."

"No, uncle, don't say that. Actually... although I can't remember the past, I'm very happy now. What I was like before doesn't matter at all."

"Really? Ah Xue, you're so beautiful. In my opinion, you must have been some kind of saintess or a little princess of some beast tribe, with parents of noble birth, living a life of luxury. Why bother living such a toilful life?"

"Princess? Saintess? Hahaha~~~ Uncle, you're really joking. How could Ah Xue be such a noble person? Master would definitely laugh at me if he knew. He always says that with my looks, I must be a worthless wretch born of a whore."

Ah Xue laughed loudly, amused by Mao Yan'an, and affectionately punched his left shoulder twice, but seemed to have forgotten to control her strength...

After being punched twice, Mao Yan'an's face suddenly twitched, he was in so much pain that he almost cried, and half of his body collapsed. He couldn't get up for a long time. This could be considered retribution for his evil deeds.

Ah Xue seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, unaware of the harm she had caused. She simply clasped her hands together and said softly, "No matter what happened before, I couldn't be happier than I am now. I'm with Master every day, Xiao Zi is by my side, and you're so good to me, Uncle. I feel that compared to many people, I've already received so much."

These words were truly chilling. If that bitch Tianhe Xueqiong had said such a thing, I would have chopped off my head immediately and used it as a football for Leng Linglan to kick around.

"But don't you have any regrets? Not being able to remember your childhood and growing years is always a pity."

Mao Yan'an stood up, panting, forcing a smile, speaking to A Xue like a kind elder, seemingly concerned.

"This..."

"Like your parents, don't you want to see them? Everyone has parents, of course you do too. Aren't you at all feeling anything about not being able to see your parents, Xue girl?"

Sensing her master's bad mood, Violet, who was lying on the ground, got up, but before she could do anything, A Xue grabbed her by the neck like a kitten and pulled her to her side.

"I...of course I want to, but these things aren't something you can just do whenever you want."

"Good fortune will prevail. If your parents are still alive, I believe they will eventually be found. Some things are more convenient with the parents' approval, like marriage between a man and a woman. If one day your master wants to take you as a concubine, or even as his wife, then it requires the parents' consent, don't you think?"

Hearing the uncle's words, Xue's expression brightened. She fiddled with her fingers, looking quite pleased with herself, and said softly, "Yes, yes, but how could that be? Master is so lecherous, how could he... And my parents..."

“Just say so. There are many kinds of parents in this world. As long as you like, you can replace your father even if he dies every day. If you can’t find your biological father, you can always find a godfather or godmother.”

I had been waiting to see what Mao Yan’an was trying to say after leading Xue like this. But when he got to this point, he finally revealed his evil intentions. He opened his arms and, with an expression of being so moved that he was about to cry, said loudly, “It is my honor to have such a kind and obedient daughter as you. I will take care of your happy marriage with my nephew in the future. Xue, let me be your father!” I

don’t know if people become enthusiastic about taking in goddaughters or godsons after they reach middle age, but Mao Yan’an was not so lucky. His guidance was too tempting. Xue’s face turned redder and redder. When he talked about arranged marriage, Xue, who was completely absorbed in her own beautiful fantasy, showed the shyness of a young girl and happily pushed her hands to the side… Of course, she didn’t control her strength well this time.

"Ugh, you're bullying me, old man!"

"Ouch!"

Like a high-flying ball hit to a home run, Mao Yan'an's crimson figure shot diagonally into the air, soaring over the wall and drawing a beautiful arc before crashing heavily.

I, who had originally intended to teach this old devil a lesson, was now dumbfounded, silently mourning for him, hoping he wasn't unlucky enough to break a bone. However, this did remind me that I should take some targeted action against Ah Xue in the future.

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