Alibuda Chronicles Volume 17: Chapter 6 Evil Jam

Yu Ni slapped her several times in quick succession, the clear sound echoing within the cave. The effect was proportional to the loudness of the sound. Yu Hong's slightly dazed eyes slowly returned to normal and clear. First, she noticed her angry sister in front of her, and then she realized her own naked body.

It wasn't just ordinary nakedness. Interrupted from her pleasurable climax, the girl's body had not yet calmed down from the passion. Her rosy nipples, swollen breasts, and body covered in fragrant sweat were all marked with traces of desire. Anyone could see at a glance what she was doing here.

"Sister, I...I..."

Facing her only relative in the world, Yu Hong didn't feel much shame or restraint. The sisters had always shared the most vulnerable corners of their hearts with each other, without any hiding. So after a few sobs, Yu Hong covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.

The girl's sobs echoed through the cave, mingling with the sound of the ocean waves, sounding all the more desolate. Yu Ni stood before her sister, picking up her clothes and draping them over her, covering her naked skin, while scolding her for her actions.

"After being stationed on Honolulu Island, you disappeared every time you got off the ship. I thought you went somewhere, but it turns out you were hiding in a place like this, all alone..."

Yu Hong seemed furious about her sister's act of masturbating in secret. In her anger, her rebuke was merciless, and it was thanks to her frankness that I learned a lot from her words.

Back when the Feather Clan left Youli with Li Huamei, some problems had already begun to arise on their journey to the East Sea.

News of Yu Hong's fortuitous encounter, possessing the blood of the phoenix, mastering the Beast King Fist, and greatly improving her martial arts had spread widely among the Southern Barbarians through the three major beast clans, and the Feather Clan had naturally heard of it. The emergence of a woman inheriting the phoenix bloodline finally gave the leaderless Feathered Clan hope for leadership after years of stagnation. This should have been a joyous occasion, but things in this world are never as simple as they seem.

For the Feathered Clan, even the renowned Neon Kingdom, far beyond the Southern Barbarians, couldn't be considered "one of their own." When an outsider suddenly gains leadership, especially through a fortuitous encounter, conflict inevitably arises. The steamy ball game during her capture by the Beastmen became the biggest catalyst.

No one witnessed how Yu Hong risked her life in a bloody battle against the Serpent Clan and the Giant Warriors, but many clearly saw how she succumbed to lust and her mind crumbled under the sway of the three Beastmen warriors, displaying uncontrollable and shameful behavior in public—especially the Feathered Clan female warriors who were also playing.

Given Yu Hong's stubborn nature, she naturally wouldn't explain to outsiders how she was subjected to my abuse and physical transformation during her captivity, which led to her shameful and humiliating state. These are things that even she herself probably feels deeply guilty about, and she doesn't even dare to confide in her closest sister, let alone explain to outsiders.

Silence is a sin.

I believe Yu Hong has no intention of becoming the leader of the Feather Clan, nor does she intend to seize any power; these two sisters who insist on upholding justice are simply dedicated to protecting their beliefs, and therefore protecting the Feather Clan, not seeking any benefit from it. However, the fact that Yu Hong possesses Phoenix Blood is enough to form the core of the conflict, because they fear that she might have ill intentions towards the Feather Clan after gaining power. On the way to the East Sea, Ni Hong was also ostracized by her clansmen.

Power struggles exist everywhere, but the problem is that Ni Hong was unlucky, and her clansmen found a weakness to attack. They completely ignored the existence of Phoenix Blood, focusing instead on Yu Hong's humiliating and shameful behavior during the naked ball game, bringing it up repeatedly. To protect her sister, Yu Ni constantly clashed with her clansmen along the way, but the shameful behavior Yu Hong displayed in the ball game was an undeniable fact. In the end, Yu Ni's attempts to argue only added to her own pressure and pain.

The situation didn't improve after arriving in the East China Sea; it only continued to worsen, as expected. While Ni Hong's transfer to Honolulu was strategically motivated, a significant factor was Li Huamei's perception of the strange situation among the Feathered Clan, leading to their separation.

This turn of events was partly due to Yu Hong's silence. Whenever people asked her how she obtained the Phoenix Blood, she remained tight-lipped, allowing others to speculate, which naturally fueled the spread of malicious rumors. Of course, it's understandable that she wouldn't speak; to confess would mean revealing how I had manipulated and humiliated her—something Yu Hong's pride couldn't possibly utter.

Yu Ni repeatedly pressed her for answers, but to no avail. Moreover, after leaving the Southern Barbarians, her once loving sister's attitude changed drastically. She not only refused physical intimacy but also frequently requested solitude, no longer spending time with her sister.

Seeing a woman prefer self-pleasure to being touched by a man is indeed a blow to a man's pride. I've been hurt by that myself, and I imagine Yu Ni probably felt the same way. However, she couldn't fathom her sister's experience, so she came to this ridiculous conclusion: Yu Hong had fallen in love with a man, and all her adventures were related to him. She concluded that it was because of this man that her sister severed ties with her, becoming so strange.

Seeing Yu Ni's deduction was utterly laughable. It's one thing for others to misunderstand, but even sisters can have such a misunderstanding. I truly feel sorry for Yu Hong. Yu Hong's refusal of same-sex intimacy wasn't because she disliked her sister, nor because she realized homosexuality was abnormal. It was because I had hurt her so deeply. Like every unfortunate victim of rape, she viewed sex with dread. Yu Ni didn't see this; she's truly unworthy of being called a sister.

"...No matter how outstanding that man is, he knows you're suffering the phoenix blood's torment all alone here. Why isn't he by your side?"

"Sister, it's not what you think..."

Compared to Yu Ni's harsh words, Yu Hong's reply was weak, immediately drowned out by Yu Ni's rebuke.

"Not what I think? The facts are already laid bare. Look how badly that man has harmed you. Do you know how the Feather Clan views us now? I think every day about how to wash away your shame and get everyone to accept you again, but you..."

"Sister, stop!"

Yu Hong cried out, interrupting her sister. Then, like a graceful dying swan, she buried her head in her knees, sobbing softly, no longer speaking to Yu Ni.

Seemingly sensing her sister's sorrow, Yu Ni said no more, suppressing her elder sister's authority, her anger and blame. She sighed softly, sat down beside Yu Hong, gently comforting her and gently combing her disheveled hair.

"Hong'er, don't be sad. No matter how others look down on you, your sister will always be by your side..."

For someone who is heartbroken, nothing is more healing than these words. Yu Hong's bare shoulders slowly stopped trembling as her sister comforted her, and her sobs subsided.

"Actually, what others think doesn't matter at all. From the beginning, we sisters have only had each other. How many sad things have we gone through together? Do you remember? Before, no matter what sad things we had, we could always sense each other's feelings. Back then... how good it was between you and me."

Yu Ni's voice was very soft as she gently stroked her sister's golden hair. I could barely hear her, but thankfully the enclosed space made her voice a little louder. However, while Yu Ni was stroking her sister's hair with one hand, she reached through the draped clothes with the other and wrapped her arm around Yu Hong's bare waist. This action made me feel a little...

"So, Hong'er, you don't need to think about that man. As long as you have your sister, that's enough. Your sister will always protect you and be with you..."

"Sister!"

As Yu Hong's hand traced the inner thigh of her younger sister, moving towards her groin, she finally realized something was amiss. Yu Hong reacted immediately, activating her protective fire energy to repel the approaching Yu Ni. She then leaped into the air, swiftly moving several feet away to maintain distance from her sister.

Yu Ni tried to rush forward, but Yu Hong unleashed her Beast King Fist, slamming her Vajra Ape Arm heavily into the ground. A gust of wind swirled, sending debris flying, blocking Yu Ni's path. The shame, anger, and determination flashing in Yu Hong's eyes forced Yu Ni to stop.

"Hong'er, what are you doing? You love that man so much? What's so good about him that makes you so devoted to him..."

"Sister! I've said it many times, and this is the last time. It's not what you think. Believe it or not, it's up to you. But no matter what... from now on, we're just sisters. There won't be the kind of relationship you want..."

Yu Hong spoke each word firmly, her already rosy lips almost bleeding from her clenched teeth.

"Never!"

Being interrupted halfway through a relationship with a woman is truly unpleasant; the two sisters were having a tense conversation, while I, like a runaway adulterer, was hiding naked in a crevice between rocks, not only trembling with fear but also suffering from the painful scraping of protruding rocks on my back, which really infuriated me.

However, enduring these costs to discover the rift between the two sisters and gain a better understanding of the current situation of the Feather Clan was definitely worthwhile, making the trip worthwhile.

Yu Hong is truly an incredibly unlucky woman. While others who have extraordinary encounters rise to prominence and become incredibly wealthy, her encounter led to her utter downfall and utter ruin. But this isn't all that bad; at least it's beneficial to me. If she hadn't fallen, how would I have had the opportunity to take advantage of her?

Now Yu Hong is under my control, even though she's not even aware of my existence. But I've already gotten what I wanted, and seeing Yu Ni's anger only fueled my new greed.

All men are base; killing two birds with one stone is a common desire, even seven or eight is always welcome. Given the chance, why would I sleep with my wife and not my sister-in-law? Now that Yu Hong is under my control, according to the ambitions of a normal man, I should turn my attention to her sister.

On the entire island of Honolulu, there are three most beautiful women. I've touched, hugged, and slept with Ah Xue and Yu Hong; the remaining one is Yu Ni. How could I not reach out my demonic hands to her?

However, Yu Ni is no pushover. Although her martial arts have been surpassed by her sister, Yu Ni's skills are still above average. If I were to launch a sneak attack, combined with the power of the two soul beasts, I should have a good chance of capturing Yu Ni. However, I can't guarantee that I can capture her alive without killing or injuring her, and I certainly can't guarantee that I can end the battle quickly without alerting anyone.

Honolulu Island is bustling with people; if I were to fight Yu Ni, it would easily attract attention. Even a few people seeing me would be at a great disadvantage. Besides, I can only sneak out a limited amount of time each day. Secretly practicing magic or occasionally sneaking into the cave to seduce Yu Hong is possible, but hiding someone away to defile her all day like in the Southern Barbarian days is absolutely out of the question. Therefore, using force is out of the question.

If I can't defeat her by force, I must outsmart her—this is a principle I've always believed in. But how exactly should I outsmart her?

Thinking about the most efficient and feasible method, poisoning seemed to be the most effective. This really excited me, because concocting various herbs was my forte, especially after unlocking the secret of topaz, which gave me a large number of precious formulas. Just the thought of having the opportunity to test them filled me with joy.

Speaking of which, something seems quite coincidental to me: Famit, like me, was probably a person highly skilled in medicine and had a strong interest in using it. From his time as a magic apprentice, Famit often concocted all sorts of random, creative but meaningless medicines, which, combined with a lustful barrier, allowed him to live a very sensual and dissolute life before he had fully mastered magic.

After mastering the art of seduction, Famit no longer needed to rely on aphrodisiacs to rape women. Countless female mages and knights, captivated by his fame and magic, willingly offered themselves to him every day. Yet, he continued to create magical potions, testing their use in bed and meticulously recording every reaction from women. He was deeply proud of his achievement in surpassing his predecessors in drug research.

I could clearly read these messages in the numerous annotations he wrote in his notebooks, and I was very proud to inherit his insights, because in terms of personality, I was indeed the same kind of person as him.

In the stories I've heard in the past, weak protagonists would stumble upon a martial arts manual, acquire it, and become invincible after mastering its techniques. However, before mastering the manual, there were always one or two special skills within it that allowed the weak protagonist to protect themselves and escape before achieving mastery—perhaps a powerful defensive technique or a wondrous lightness skill. In this book of erotic magic, the protective gift that Famit left to someone as weak as me is, I believe, these herbal recipes. Because apart from some special herbs involving magic, even an ordinary person could easily obtain and prepare the rest themselves from a pharmacy.

To target Yu Ni, I considered all the herbs I knew. Each herb had different preparation methods, leading to different results.

Famit's profound understanding of the human endocrine and nervous systems is truly unparalleled. Under his methods, an ordinary, normal woman can be transformed into an exhibitionist seductress, aroused by the slightest exposure of her skin; a cow in heat, her breasts swollen and milking more easily than during normal intercourse; a lustful woman, constantly craving sex, drooling at the sight of a man's genitals; a fallen beast whose anus is far more sensitive than her vagina, finding pleasure even in excretion.

The various methods of training and transformation recorded within the yellow crystal are astounding. I wonder how many clinical experiments Famit conducted and how many erotic works he created to compile such records. Even Famit himself admits that most of these methods are irreversible; once the effects are achieved, it's impossible to return to the previous state. Therefore, their use must be approached with extreme caution.

Considering the various consequences of his methods and the desired effects, I decided on a strategy from among Famit's various magical herbs.

While Famit developed many fantastical drugs with varying effects, the most practical one, if considered from the perspective of "control," was an addictive magical potion. Cocaine and opium, like other poppy drugs, are also addictive, but these can be neutralized and broken through addiction with other medications. Famit, however, went a step further, using magic to concoct potions that, with long-term use, not only erode the body but also penetrate the soul. Without a unique antidote, the person would gradually be driven mad by the out-of-control effects of the drug.

Concocting this hallucinogenic potion wasn't a major problem with the various ingredients; some were expensive, but money could solve the problem. The most crucial element, however, was the bodily fluid containing the caster's genetic code.

Since the goal was control, the "master-recognition" function was key. Each person's bodily fluids contained their unique genetic code, which served as the primary catalyst, ensuring the addicted patient obeyed the caster's commands. Saliva and sweat are both bodily fluids, but the bodily fluids used in general magic are still mainly human blood. The records in the yellow crystal also suggest using human blood, but another point is mentioned at the end.

To make someone addicted, a period of use is required, but if insidious methods such as secretly administering drugs are used, there may not be enough time. In this case, if the consequences are not considered, there is something that is ten times more effective than blood, and that is the practitioner's semen.

I must say, Famit's design was incredibly thoughtful, completely taking my current situation into account. Both of the Japanese are quite vigilant; if I try to do something underhanded, I'll be discovered sooner or later. To achieve my goal before they notice, I need some powerful methods, and Famit has considered that for me.

From that day on, I actively prepared the drugs. After acquiring all the materials, I would hide in the shadows and secretly masturbate, squeezing out my semen.

Normally, men need pornographic books to masturbate, but for me, just looking at Xue's back was enough. Her swaying long black hair, her lotus-root-like bare arms, her round and plump buttocks, her enormous breasts that seemed to be about to jump out from under her apron, and the agile and diligent swaying movements as she mopped the floor—it was as if every part of her emitted seductive shooting stars, falling towards me, making me uncontrollably excited and ejaculating ecstatically.

The most troublesome step in secretly poisoning someone is getting the poison into the target's mouth. However, my geographical advantage has solved this problem. Both Yu Ni and Yu Hong's meals are prepared by this kitchen and distributed by the orderly. I control the food source, making tampering with the food incredibly easy.

To mask the color and taste of semen, I could put it directly into the food, but that would require the help of the Four Heavenly Kings; otherwise, they'd be sure to have problems if they tasted it. Since I can't tamper with the food, I'll put it in the drinks. If I ask the Four Heavenly Kings to do a little favor and cook the food a bit saltier, I'm sure Yu Ni will obediently drink all the accompanying beverages.

The final technical challenge is the drinks. What drink best masks the fishy smell of semen? Huang Jingshi suggested breast milk, whether cow's or goat's milk, it works well. But getting these things on Honolulu requires traveling to the other side of the island, which is very troublesome, and I'm a lazy person who doesn't want to spend the time on that.

Fortunately, I had my own cow with sweet milk, freshly milked and warm. According to the report I got by bribing the orderly, Yu Ni was very satisfied with the milk provided by our restaurant, frequently asking which farm it came from and what kind of feed it was fed to produce such high-quality milk.

(What feed? Silly girl, it's the same ginkgo jam feed you drank!)

I sneered inwardly, my expression naturally a bit strange. As a result, every time I finished milking, Xue would blush and ask me what I was doing and why I was smiling so slyly.

"It's none of your business, cow."

I didn't want Xue to know too much, lest it cause trouble. If she knew I used her milk for evil, she probably wouldn't feel good either.

Because I was worried about being recognized by Yu Ni, I didn't dare to appear in front of her, but instead bribed the orderly who delivered the food to keep an eye on Yu Ni's reaction. Although there weren't any obvious changes yet, for several days in a row, I heard Yu Ni seem to be eagerly anticipating his food delivery. The last time, she even rushed to open the jar of milk as soon as she received the food box, taking deep breaths as if she were quite intoxicated.

It sounded like the plan had been initially successful.

The plan was progressing smoothly, but unexpected changes still occurred during the process.

From the moment I arrived on Honolulu Island, I knew that one day I would meet Ni Hong in the mess hall, but I didn't expect that opportunity to come so soon.

Outside our kitchen, there was a thatched shed that could shelter us from the wind and rain. Usually, at mealtimes, the soldiers would take turns eating here according to their numbers; it was a simple mess hall. That day, just after lunchtime, the rebel soldiers who had eaten dispersed and left. Wan Zang and I were cleaning the mess hall, preparing to go in for a meal later, when a man stumbled in and asked for food.

The man was dressed in rags, looking like a destitute beggar, and a foul, sour odor emanated from him as soon as you approached; but the wounds covering his body were horrifying. Many places were injuries compounded upon injuries, not just a single injury, but rather the result of repeated similar traumas over several days. The word "torture" immediately flashed into my mind.

"Food...give me food..."

The man slumped onto a stool, picked up a cup of tea and began to drink, but before the cup even touched his lips, he spat out a mouthful of blood onto the table. It was clear that his internal organs had been damaged, and there was no hope of recovery. Whether we paid him any attention or not, this guy would collapse and die in a short while.

He laboriously reached out and drank the cold tea, his unfocused eyes looking at us, speaking almost inaudibly.

"People say...the canteen on Honolulu...anyone...as long as they're hungry...can come and eat..."

As a member of this canteen, I had never heard of such a rule. If it were a beggar, I could offer him a bowl of leftovers, but this fellow was a hundred times more dangerous. Before I could even shoo him away, trouble had already drawn me in.

Footsteps and hooves mingled, and dozens of rebel soldiers appeared in the next instant, surrounding the mess hall. The leading officer came down to speak, his words seemingly polite but his tone arrogant, telling us to step aside and not obstruct their pursuit of war criminals.

As I expected, in the recent series of naval battles, the rebels, though unsuccessful, had captured several Black Dragon Society soldiers as prisoners, severely torturing them to extract secret military intelligence. Over the past few days, ninety percent of the prisoners had died. Today, a dying prisoner had managed to escape, and by sheer bad luck, he had ended up here. The rebels, filled with shock and rage, gave chase, determined to capture him.

In truth, even if they hadn't arrested him, this war criminal, so severely wounded, wouldn't have lived much longer. From the standpoint of military-civilian cooperation, I had even less reason to resist; getting rid of this troublesome person sooner would allow us to do business sooner. But Wan Zang clearly had a different idea.

Although deaf, Wan Zang could still read the other party's demands by lip reading, and angrily refused outright, stating that once someone entered the mess hall, they were a guest, and no one could touch him until he finished eating and left. Then, as the other party prepared to forcibly drag him away, Wan Zang drew his thick-backed broadsword, the one used for cutting cattle and pigs. With a swift swing of the blade, a dull black light flashed, and two soldiers had large patches of hair shaved off their heads, terrified and falling to the ground, urinating in fear.

The conflict ensued. Initially, the opposing side had a numerical advantage, but Wan Zang displayed the ferocity of a warrior capable of taking on a hundred men single-handedly. Then, when the Four Vajras appeared in full force, it was like tigers among sheep, sweeping away fallen leaves in a whirlwind. Although reinforcements arrived, bringing their numbers to a hundred, they were no match for him in combat strength, and were quickly routed, staggered and barely recognizable.

This situation confirmed my suspicions. I had already suspected that the Four Vajras' cooking and butchering techniques were beyond the capabilities of ordinary chefs. Perhaps they were like the old thieves in my household, hiding in plain sight, but possessing superior martial arts skills. This guess was now completely correct.

Ten-Handed Demon's Divine Hook and Mountain-Shaking Iron Fist struck with the force of a tidal wave; Hundred-Handed Demon's Eight-Armed Hidden Weapons were incredibly fast and difficult to defend against; Thousand-Handed Demon, though blind, channeled every ounce of his strength into his soft palms, treating all enemies like dough, a gentle strike penetrating straight to their internal organs; as for Ten-Thousand-Handed Demon, though deaf, in the silent world, his thick-backed butcher's knife was used to its fullest potential, never missing its mark, the broadsword swung wildly, striking pressure points and breaking bones, killing without drawing blood.

These four giants stood side by side, fighting together, their momentum overwhelming a thousand troops, like a whirlwind, in the blink of an eye they had beaten over a hundred soldiers to a pulp, even driving the renowned mercenaries, knights, and swordsmen out of the mess hall, not allowing them to enter.

Yu Ni arrived as part of the third wave of reinforcements, but was stopped by Shi Zang. After several rounds of fighting, Yu Ni, who had been consuming my "tonics" for several days, seemed to be slightly weakened, perhaps due to the effects. However, before the outcome could be decided, Yu Hong arrived, instantly changing the situation. Yu Hong single-handedly overpowered the Four Vajras, engaging in a fierce battle.

Fiery red energy swept across the battlefield, and Yu Hong and the Four Vajras were evenly matched for a time, leaving onlookers dazzled.

Yu Hong must have known her weakness of not being able to fight for long. I saw her about to urge on her strength for a quick victory when a shout made everyone stop.

"Stop!"

The loud shout was like a lion's roar, making everyone's ears ring. A bearded man wearing a chef's apron and a top hat walked out of the kitchen, carrying a steaming bowl of char siu noodles, and slowly approached the deserter.

That was our canteen's head chef, Kato Taka.

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