[Urban] Dance of Flowers (Complete) - Part 2

Chapter 8 The Black-Clad Ghost General

While everyone was nervously preparing for the unknown disaster, I walked out of the merchant ship's only kitchen with an expressionless face, as if it were empty.

They were too careless, only knowing to defend the outer perimeter, but unaware that the most famous battles are often lost due to inexperience on one side being betrayed by an insider.

After doing everything I needed to do, I took out a long tube resembling a short flute from my sleeve. I lit it with a tinderbox and threw it into the air. A cluster of ice-blue flame shot into the sky like a meteor, the best signal the Hu people used for communication.

"Haitang, didn't I tell you to stay in your room? Why did you come out?"

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind me. I was startled and turned around, only to find that Yun Zhengyue seemed to have just come out of the cabin and hadn't noticed what I had just done.

"Ah, no, I was just thirsty and came out to get some water..."

A look of surprise flashed across my face. Seeing him approach me with a concerned expression, I stepped forward and nestled into his arms, feigning docility and harmlessness.

"Water...?"

After hearing my explanation, Yun Zhengyue pondered for a moment.

"Chen Jiu—"

"Yes, Your Highness. What are your orders?"

"The guards on the ship have been standing there for quite some time; they must be thirsty. Go find a maid to bring them water."

"Yes!"

Watching the loyal servant hurriedly leave, I couldn't help but think to myself, "This is truly a godsend!" Even those who seek death have different levels of apprehension; the most pitiful are those who are unwittingly caught in a trap and still helping the other side count their money.

"Haitang, it's windy outside. Let me help you inside to rest."

After taking care of his subordinate, Yun Zhengyue's expression softened considerably when he looked at me. I must say, this man is really quite good to me; he treats me like a precious gem. Whether it's true or false, and how long it will last, at least I enjoyed being pampered during the time we spent together.

Poor thing…

Holding the man who was half-embracing me, my dwindling conscience started acting up again.

So handsome, and from a wealthy family, what couldn't you do? Why did you have to venture into such a dangerous place? In the end, being devoured alive by a monster is your own fault, you can't blame anyone else.

After Yun Zhengyue took me back to my room, we cuddled for a while before he reluctantly left again. Meanwhile, I started packing.

According to their usual habits, everything would be settled in about three hours. It's good to prepare early.

"Master Yun! Listen to that?"

The sea was calm, yet extremely dark and terrifying. Only a full moon hung in the sky, bright but inexplicably cold. It seemed to foreshadow some tragic event; despite being a full moon, there was no joy in it.

"I heard it, it sounds like a human howl..."

Standing at the bow, gazing intently into the distance, Yun Zhengyue was surrounded by layers of guards, the salty sea breeze blowing in her face.

She had been standing there for over three hours, the sea unchanged. But for some reason, a chilling, dark atmosphere enveloped them like an unseen ghost.

Unseen, intangible, yet bone-chilling—

black mist had begun to rise around them, making it impossible to discern their direction in the mysterious heart of the ocean.

Reminded by Chen Jiu, Yun Zhengyue strained her ears to confirm that the sound was not an illusion. This time, it wasn't the cry of a weak woman, but the deep, domineering howl of a middle-aged man.

The sound pierced through the mist, reaching straight to her ears; though not a demonic sound, it was even more terrifying than one that pierced the heart. Even though he had practiced martial arts since childhood and had fought alongside his father's friends on the battlefield, witnessing countless acts of bravery and violence, he had to admit that the provocative howl made his heart begin to falter and waver.

"Be careful! They're up to no good!"

Only when the eerie, pitch-black ship, carrying a chilling howl, broke through the fog and gradually came into view, did Yun Zhengyue see the guards around him staring in disbelief and their minds scattering. He then anxiously shouted for them to refocus.

Damn it!

It seems the sea monster is a lie, the pirates are the real deal.

Those people on the black ship, wielding sharp weapons and shouting and jeering, don't seem like the legendary giant beasts. No wonder every time a fleet disappears, it vanishes with its cargo and crew. Murder and robbery can happen on land, but it's even more likely at sea.

"Surrender if you're afraid of death, and I might spare your corpse."

At the bow of the large black ship, a man dressed in black sat reclining on a tattered deck chair, pouring strong liquor from a sheepskin flask.

His face was handsome, his demeanor unrestrained, and his long, naturally curly hair danced wildly in the sea breeze. If one didn't know him, one would mistake him for a down-on-his-luck military commander. How could one guess that such an unremarkable man was actually the living Yama, known as the Ghost General, on this boundless sea?

"Who goes there? Don't play tricks!"

Seeing the other party's initial disdain, Yun Zhengyue's dark eyes flashed with a cold light, and with a "whoosh," he drew his sword from his waist, clearly not intending to submit.

"Oh? So you're a pampered young master... Looks like this ship's loaded with some good cargo today."

Ignoring the man's question, the man in black stroked his slightly tufted mustache, seemingly more interested in the cargo hold behind him than Yun Zhengyue.

"Damn it, don't blame us for being rude if you don't talk!"

Yun Zhengyue, who had been extremely confident in his armed guards, saw only his own naivety and vulnerability in the man's eyes. Unable to get a straight answer repeatedly, the man knew further delay was pointless and decided to strike first. He waved his hand, ordering a line of archers with burning arrowheads to deploy. He intended to seize the initiative this way.

"Heh, like throwing an egg against a rock."

In Yun Zhengyue's mind, his formation should intimidate the man, even if he was prepared. However, the man in black merely glanced at him indifferently before continuing to gulp down his wine, as if he hadn't seen anything at all.

Out of anger, he originally wanted to immediately order the arrows to be fired, at least to dampen the enemy's arrogance. However, before he could even open his mouth, the guards around him seemed to have gone limp, collapsing one after another without even a groan, until in no time, "corpses lay everywhere"...

"What... what happened?!"

With his dark eyes wide open in disbelief, Yun Zhengyue bent down and shook the shoulders of the guards who were foaming at the mouth and unconscious. But apart from their convulsing bodies, he received no response whatsoever.

"Master Yun..."

Feeling weak all over and dizzy, Chen Jiu mustered his last bit of strength, tearfully tugging at the man's sleeve and uttering his last words.

"The water... the water is poisonous..."

Chapter 9 The Young Master of the Yun Family

Pushed open the long-unseen wooden door, and I finally found that familiar feeling again. There were no superfluous decorations, nor any overpowering fragrances. The room contained only the most simple and ordinary furnishings; in fact, for a girl's room, the items seemed almost too plain.

"Sigh..."

I settled comfortably in front of the bronze mirror and began removing the heavy jewelry I'd been forced to wear to please Yun Zhengyue.

It was hard to imagine the lives of those so-called "young ladies." If they really loved showing off, why didn't they just wear a gold ingot on their heads? Wearing such restrictive clothes and carrying something nearly a pound on their heads—did they really think dressing themselves up like expensive, lifeless commodities would earn them men's praise?

"Haitang, you're back!"

I'd only just finished washing up and hadn't even had time to re-braid my long, disheveled hair—my usual attire was just a simple braid—when the door I'd closed was flung open without any hesitation. A burly man with hideous tattoos covering his arms appeared before me, grinning.

"Ah, Uncle Ji, you're back."

Looking at his rugged yet genuine face, I felt a surge of joy.

This feeling was like a child who had traveled far from home and, after many hardships, finally returned to their hometown. Nothing is more comforting than seeing a loved one.

"Hehe, thanks to you. This time we've caught a big fish!"

Casually tossing his sword onto my half-legged black wooden table, Ji Sha grabbed the teapot and, without even looking, filled a large bowl with tea and gulped it down.

"Wait, Uncle Ji!"

Startled, I quickly reached out to stop him. But it was too late. This reckless man had already vomited the tea he hadn't yet swallowed, as if coughing up blood.

"Pfft!!!!!"

"Damn! This is awful, it's all greasy..."

His old face contorted in pain, Ji Sha's already small features scrunched up even more pitifully.

I swear I tried my best to stop him, but my reaction was nowhere near as fast as this old, burly man who had practiced martial arts for years.

This tea was leftover from more than half a month ago, before I left. I was in such a rush to get on the ship, I was just busy greeting everyone and celebrating, and I was hugged tightly by a group of people and thrown into the air for ages. I finally managed to sneak back and tidy myself up, I didn't have time for trivial things like changing the tea...

"Hurry up, Uncle Ji, the water in my basin is freshly drawn, pour some out to rinse your mouth!"

Although it was a terrible idea, because I had just wiped my face with that water, I didn't need to be so particular about such sour things when I was hanging out with a bunch of pirates all day. Even if the water in the basin wasn't clean, it was still better than half a month's worth of aged tea. Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male anime virgin physical famous instrument highly realistic genital shape! Swallowing and spitting, irresistible! Click to enter

"Glug glug..."

After hearing my suggestion, Ji Sha's eyes lit up, he took three steps at a time and buried his whole face in my basin, blowing bubbles non-stop.

Looking at his clumsy, awkward manner, I swallowed hard, wondering if I should ask for a new washbasin…

“Heh, damn it! You’re so smart, Haitang girl, otherwise I would have choked to death on this lousy tea.”

After finishing, Ji Sha wiped his mouth with his sleeve and looked at me gratefully. I just smiled awkwardly, waving my hand and stammering, “It’s nothing, it’s nothing.

” “By the way, Uncle Ji, what did you mean by catching a big fish?”

After the commotion, I steered the conversation back on track. Uncle Ji had a daughter who died young when he was young; if she were still alive, she would be about my age. Later, everyone joined the crew as pirates, and as one of the few women on the ship, the man treated me like his daughter, always coming to me to gossip about things he couldn’t keep to himself.

“Oh, that…”

Remembering the purpose of my visit, Ji Sha laughed and scratched his head.

"You don't know yet, do you? Ghost Commander captured that brat who looks like he's still breastfeeding. After some questioning, it turns out he's the son of a wealthy family in Xian Kingdom. I just heard from some of the brothers that this time we're not in a hurry to kill him. We're going to kidnap that pretty boy as a hostage and extort a good sum from his family. Hehe! After we do this, we won't have to go out and rob ships for a long time."

"What...you mean that guy isn't dead?"

After hearing this, although Uncle Ji seemed very happy, I couldn't feel happy at all.

Thinking of Yun Zhengyue's face, which looked like he had never experienced any hardships and was infuriatingly innocent, I felt a vague discomfort in my heart. I really wished I had just given him a cup of poisoned medicine and killed him, so that I wouldn't have to keep him alive and make my conscience bother me later.

I don't know what's wrong with me this time. I swear I have absolutely no interest in that man who keeps saying he likes me. But no matter what, we've had the most intimate relationship between a man and a woman. For me, it's best to just have it and move on. Only if he dies can I avoid future trouble.

But now it seems this guy not only won't die, but he'll be living with us on this ship for a long time. Even as a hostage, he's like a thorn in my side, so awkward to look at...

"He's not dead. How can we ask his family for money if he dies? But that kid looks weak but has a tough bone. I just heard he was beaten bloody by the brothers and locked in the secret compartment. I wonder if he'll survive until his family brings the money."

Thinking of Yun Zhengyue's face, which was almost unrecognizable from being beaten, Ji Sha couldn't help but shudder, his words carrying a hint of admiration.

I, however, just smiled thoughtfully, my palms, which are usually more ruthless than anyone else's, starting to itch.

"By the way, Haitang—"

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the man's large hand waved in front of my eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Ghost Commander wants you to go to his room. He has something to say to you."

...

Hearing that person's name, my heart trembled. The murderous intent that had just surged within me slowly receded, replaced by a tenderness that even I could hardly believe.

So, this time he's finally caught a big fish and is finally looking at me properly...or is there some other cold order waiting for me to carry out?

I couldn't help but bite my lower lip tightly. A feeling of self-loathing, decadence, yet irresistible...anticipation welled up inside me.

Uncle Jiu, I really miss you.

Chapter 10 He Can't Forget

Knock knock knock—

Nervously biting my lower lip, I held my breath and knocked on the wooden door in front of me that brought me both joy and sorrow.

So many sleepless nights, I stood before this door, wanting to push it open and go in, yet lacking the courage to take the next step. Because I knew that with that person's vigilance, he wouldn't miss me walking around outside. But he still chose to ignore me, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Now, he's finally letting me in to talk to him... Ten whole years of waiting, if I really think about it, haven't I been a bit too much of a loser?

"Come in—"

The voice was deep and resonant, slightly hoarse from drinking too much. Yes, it was that person's voice. Even if you beat me to death, I'll never forget it.

"Uncle Jiu, you wanted to see me?"

I walked in casually, a stark contrast to my earlier agitation and confusion. My innate pride prevented me from letting him see my restraint.

I do like him, that's true, I've liked him since I first saw him when I was eight. But that doesn't mean I've lost my dignity for love, that I can humbly ignore his indifference or neglect...

If I could, I wouldn't let him know how much I care about him, how much I crave his attention. If I don't get a response, that's probably the biggest punishment I can give him.

"Sit down, another deal done, you've worked hard."

He's the same as ever after not seeing me for days, his stubble, curly hair, and overall air of decadence don't diminish his handsomeness in the slightest.

Uncle Jiu is the most handsome man I've ever seen, with a straight nose and double eyelids that look like they were carved with a knife. When he's not drinking, his lips are a pale flesh color, but after drinking too much, they turn somewhat purple. Even his gaze changes from a clear, gentle look to an empty, confused one.

Don't assume that a man like him must be cold and menacing. On the contrary, Yuan Wei Jiu is not only not rough, but as calm as the cool, fine wine in his hand.

When it's time to stand up, he's the most upright and courageous man; when it's time to be gentle, he's like a poison that quenches thirst—intensely pungent and heart-wrenching, yet tempting me to drink recklessly, one sip after another.

"It's no trouble for Haitang, it's what Haitang should do,"

I replied politely, my gaze returning to him.

He'd probably drunk quite a bit tonight; I could smell the strong stench of alcohol emanating from him across the table. Most of the brothers on the ship were hearty drinkers, eating and drinking heartily, but I'd never seen anyone as addicted to alcohol as him.

Was that woman really that important? Even after all these years, he still couldn't forget her? Did he have to be in a drunken stupor to reunite with his illusions…?

Thinking of this most likely reason for his drinking, my heart ached again.

"Haitang, be good. Uncle Jiu prepared a gift for you; it's on that table over there. Go see for yourself."

Hearing my words, a faint smile appeared on the man's face. It looked beautiful, even showing a hint of his teeth. His handsome face was now flushed with a drunken haze, so Yuan Weijiu simply went to the bed and half-reclined. He still clung to the sheepskin wine jug, taking sips here and there.

"Good!"

Although I disliked his self-destructive behavior, I was still overjoyed to hear he had prepared a gift for me. This was the first time he had ever given me anything in my life; it was so rare.

"Wow…it's so beautiful!"

I spotted an exquisite jewelry box where he pointed. Carefully opening it, I found it filled with all sorts of beautiful jewelry. Needless to say, it was the spoils of our operation.

For some reason, even though it was the same thing, when Yun Zhengyue gave it to me, I only felt it was tacky and boring, but with Yuan Weijiu, it became incredibly gorgeous and stunning.

What did he mean by this? Had he finally decided to treat me like a woman…?

With excitement, I began rummaging through the jewelry box. A casual glance revealed a lone earring lying quietly on the corner of a table not far away.

"Huh? Is this earring for me too...? But why is there only one?"

Picking up the solitary jade ornament, I turned to the man who looked like he was about to fall asleep and asked in confusion.

"Don't touch it! That's not for you!"

Before I could finish speaking, Yuan Weijiu suddenly jolted, staring at me warily like a rooster with its feathers standing on end. He swiftly snatched the earring from my hand and shoved me forcefully.

Crash—

I tripped and fell, the jewelry box I had been happily clutching slipping from my grasp and shattering in two. The jewelry inside was scattered everywhere like worthless sand.

For a moment, we both fell silent.

"Uncle Jiu..."

I looked at him innocently, the small earring clutched tightly in his hand becoming particularly glaring in my eyes.

"I'm sorry, Haitang, Uncle Jiu has had too much to drink. Take what I gave you and go out. You've been tired these past few days..."

Yuan Weijiu didn't even come forward to help me up; he just rubbed his forehead, looking like he had a headache, and stopped looking at me. Despite my desperate attempts to hold back, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

"It's that woman's stuff, isn't it... You still keep it like a treasure, are you thinking of her? Or is it that you need to look at her things to masturbate when you're lonely? Yuan Weijiu, you old man, you're pathetic!"

For those of us who barely make a living, retaliating with resentment is the best way to heal.

I couldn't bear to vent my anger, so I stubbornly stood up and fiercely reopened his wounds, rubbing salt into them. All I got in return was a crisp slap and an angry roar.

"Get out! You little brat, you don't understand anything!"

So, after a brief struggle, I walked out of that long-awaited room like a zombie, clutching the broken jewelry box he had given me, a mere symbol of

his pity… The priceless jewelry lay cold in my arms, offering no comfort whatsoever. And the man in the room felt even less of that. Yuan Weijiu had never treated me any differently, had he…?

"Heh…"

My lips trembled, and I wiped away my tears of grievance with a mournful face. I was thinking… sometimes, we really shouldn't expect too much from hopeless love.

Chapter 11 Frustration and Irritability

In the dark, gloomy cabin, there wasn't even a guard. So I guessed Yun Zhengyue must be tied to that large, cross-shaped pillar, like livestock waiting to be slaughtered, unable to even move.

Don't ask me what I'm doing here; I'm a pirate girl, and I've never claimed to be a kind, good person. Feeling upset after being humiliated by Yuan Weijiu, I naturally sought something to vent my frustrations.

"Tch, even in this state, he's still not dead..."

I lit a tinderbox to ignite the oil lamp in the hidden compartment, finally seeing Yun Zhengyue, covered in blood from the torture. He had already fainted, his body riddled with wounds, his once-gorgeous clothes now tattered. The gold-inlaid jade pendant at his waist had been stolen by one of my brothers. When I first met him, despite being choked by water, I thought Yun Zhengyue was handsome and full of life, almost like a god.

I never imagined he would be reduced to such a pathetic state. Not only was his glory gone, but even his most basic dignity was gone.

"Wake up..."

I splashed a cup of cold tea on his face, found a chair, and calmly brewed myself another cup.

"Hmm..."

The cold water splashed on her face and touched the pain in her wounds, causing Yun Zhengyue to groan and slowly wake up.

"You are... Haitang?"

Perhaps the removal of her makeup made him not recognize me. He stared at my swollen eyes for a while before calling out my name in disbelief.

"Hehe, you haven't forgotten your great-aunt. Looks like I didn't beat you hard enough."

Seeing his pitiful and lost look, I, a vicious woman, not only did not feel any uneasiness or sympathy at all, but instead felt extremely happy as if I had beaten him myself.

People probably have such a dark mentality. When they are sad or unlucky, they can only feel comforted by seeing people who are more unfortunate and pitiful than themselves.

Yun Zhengyue liked me, but was betrayed by me. I like Yuan Weijiu, but I have been ignored for ten years. We are all humble people who want everything but can't get what we like best... We are all poor people who have been abandoned by God.

"W-why..."

Sure enough, when he saw my appearance clearly and made sure that I was not arrested like him but that I was obviously on the side of the bad guys, Yun Zhengyue showed a sad and desperate expression on his face.

Tsk... it's so

ugly. A grown man was just cheated by a woman. What's the big deal?

"No reason, I'm a pirate, it's only right that I rob you. I just poisoned you a bit before the brothers went out to fight. It's much better to die from poison than to be hacked to death. At least you'll have a whole corpse. Brother Yun, you should be thanking me. Why do you look like you want to eat me?"

While drinking tea, I took out a freshly braised chicken leg from the basket and started eating it.

The head chef in the kitchen wasn't someone we robbed; he just happened to have worked as the head chef in the largest restaurant in Zhongzhou before becoming a pirate. This chicken leg, let alone eating it, just smelling the sizzling steam was incredibly fragrant. One bite and the aroma filled my mouth, my whole heart was stirred by the delicious smell.

"You, you're so cruel..."

I didn't say anything silly like "I've been so good to you, how could you betray me?" It seems that Yun Zhengyue is a sensible person after all. His stance is clear: the merchant and the pirate are just putting on an act. There's no point in arguing about such sentimental reasons.

His attention was clearly drawn to the chicken leg in my hand. Of course, after fighting all night and losing so much blood, he must be craving something to eat and drink.

"What, want some?"

Seeing his reaction, I rolled my eyes and walked towards him with a grin.

"Mmm..."

He swallowed hard. Perhaps even Yun Zhengyue himself never imagined he'd be so interested in such an ordinary braised chicken leg.

"Then bark like a dog. If you make me happy, I'll give you some."

I deliberately waved the half-eaten chicken leg in front of him. Seeing his face turn even paler after hearing my request, I felt a sadistic pleasure.

"You... get out!"

Despite being furious, Yun Zhengyue gave me a pained look and turned away, not even uttering a more forceful "get out."

How pathetic. His dignity has been trampled underfoot. If he's still so innocent, I'll want to torture him even more, you know?

Looking at his lifeless eyes with slight boredom, I grew increasingly impatient and angrily threw the chicken leg on the ground, stomping it to pieces. Then I picked it up and forced the muddy, filthy, mangled meat into his mouth.

"Won't scream? Then eat this! Eat it!! Open your mouth and eat it!!"

"Ugh...no..."

The man struggled violently, twisting his head, several of his wounds reopening from the shock. Blood flowed uncontrollably from his once firm and smooth skin, making him look like a mutilated corpse dug out of a graveyard.

"No? You dare refuse me!"

Dropping the chicken bone, I angrily slapped him several times and kicked him a few times. Yun Zhengyue, tortured by me, couldn't even utter a complete sentence. He just stared at me with his large, sorrowful eyes, full of accusation.

"Hai... Tang..."

I hysterically tormented him, thinking this venting would bring me some relief. But when Yun Zhengyue, his face covered in blood and barely breathing, stood before me, unable to move... a sorrow that nearly drove me mad surged up from the deepest recesses of my being like a fountain, pushing me to the brink of collapse.

"Hai... Tang..."

A gentle breeze blew by, dimming the bright firelight. I saw thick blood flowing from the corner of Yun Zhengyue's mouth, even his teeth were a gruesome red stain.

Yet, despite this, he mustered his last bit of strength to turn his head and give me a bitter smile, then struggled to squeeze out a sentence—

"I really... really... love you... why... why..."

In that instant, the oil lamp in the darkroom was finally extinguished by the wind. The room was filled with the stench of blood and the musty smell, and I stood there in the darkness, letting salty tears stream down my face.

Yun Zhengyue, so you're a pitiful person too—

just like me.

Chapter 12 Abyss of Sin.

Every day after that, I took pleasure in torturing Yun Zhengyue. His attitude towards me changed from initial heartache to fear, and finally, numbness.

Now, every time he sees me walk in, he just smiles coldly. Then he closes his eyes, letting me abuse his already scarred body.

Before raising the whip to strike him, I asked Yun Zhengyue, "Even so, do you still like me?"

The man paused for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said to me, "Liking is a feeling, something I can't control. But what I'm doing to him has chilled his heart; that initial, pure feeling is gone forever."

Hearing his words, for a moment I felt melancholy and empty, not understanding what I was doing.

They say the opposite of love is hate, and the deeper the love, the deeper the hate. But I feel that Yun Zhengyue doesn't hate me; he feels more regret and remorse. For a woman he'd only known for less than half a month, despite their vows of eternal love, the intense physical pain alone was enough to bring him to his senses.

But what should I do… I've loved Yuan Weijiu for ten years. Whether he's caring or indifferent, this love only deepens year by year, never diminishing. Like a tree, it slowly takes root, sprouts, and grows deeper and deeper into my heart.

My love can only turn into hatred, and hatred won't disappear; it will only devour me little by little. Yun Zhengyue is trapped; I can use brutal methods to make him face reality. But Yuan Weijiu can't even bring himself to whip me to wake me up and stop loving him.

"Ah! Hmm! Ahh!"

I can't think straight; my head is so chaotic and aching. I can only frantically swing the whip in my hand, beating the helpless Yun Zhengyue in front of me.

The whip is dipped in salt water; I'm always ruthless and vicious. Yun Zhengyue, pampered since childhood, had never suffered such hardship. At first, he gritted his teeth and barely endured it, but in the end, he couldn't help but groan loudly.

"Haitang...please...don't hit me anymore..."

"Haitang...I can't take it anymore..."

"Haitang..."

Ignoring Yun Zhengyue's pleas, by the time I realized the whip had broken, the man had already completely fainted, barely breathing.

"Tch, so useless!"

I angrily threw down the broken whip. In that instant, I didn't know if my frenzied, inhuman rage stemmed from disgust for Yun Zhengyue or from self-loathing.

"Girl! Stop hitting him! Are you trying to kill him?!"

Just as I was unwillingly drawing the short knife hidden in my sleeve and approaching Yun Zhengyue step by step, about to continue my cruel assault, the door to the secret storage room was pushed open. Ji Sha, who was carrying food, was so frightened by the scene that he almost dropped everything and rushed over to stop me from further violence.

"Hmph..."

I sheathed the short knife, glanced at Uncle Ji, and silently tried to leave. Originally, his timely intrusion was a good thing for me; I didn't intend to harm Yun Zhengyue, but I was in too much pain and had nowhere to vent, so I couldn't control myself.

However, Ji Sha clearly didn't think things were that simple. He first used his fingers to seal several acupoints on Yun Zhengyue's body to prevent him from bleeding to death. Then he grabbed my sleeve, his face unusually stern, and asked me...

"Haitang, what's wrong with you! You never acted like this when we hijacked other ships before. Did this guy do something filthy to you that makes you hate him so much?"

"No, Uncle Ji, you're overthinking it."

He's a seasoned veteran, hitting the nail on the head about our relationship.

However, my cruelty wasn't for revenge as he imagined; it was simply an expression of my dissatisfaction with another man.

"Haitang, you know that all the brothers on the ship have treated you like a sister or daughter for so many years. If you've really been bullied, you must tell us! Even if it means giving up this job, we'll get justice for you!" He was

almost convinced I had a reason for doing this, and it was surprising that this usually thick-skinned man had thought of this.

Feeling a little embarrassed for making Uncle Ji worry so much, I quickly forced a "It's really nothing" smile, pulled away from his grasp, and hurriedly tried to leave.

I knew he was concerned about me. But besides that person, probably no one, including myself, could truly solve my problem…

Just as we reached the entrance to the dark compartment, we were blocked by a shadowy figure that had been watching us for who knows how long. Yuan Weijiu had appeared there without us even noticing, coldly observing everything happening inside.

“Ghost Commander?”

“Uncle Jiu?”

Ji Sha and I exclaimed in surprise simultaneously. It was all because Yuan Weijiu's lightness skill was too good. If he didn't want to be discovered, he was no different from a ghost.

“Ji Sha, treat this young master's injuries. Leave Haitang's matter to me.”

Suddenly, he reached out and hooked his arm around my shoulder. I don't know what strange wrist strength he used, but it didn't hurt, yet it felt like an iron shackle I couldn't break free from. Yuan Weijiu spoke calmly to the stunned Ji Sha while pouring strong liquor into his mouth with his other hand.

"Oh, okay..."

Not understanding what was going on, the dull-witted Ji Sha could only obediently nod.

Chapter 13 Dark Clouds

Yuan Weijiu's strength was much greater than I had imagined. In fact, given his martial arts skills, dealing with a woman like me who only knew how to cause trouble and make a ruckus would be no problem at all. But the key point was that when he grabbed me, even though I struggled so fiercely, this man could still walk and drink as if nothing had happened, without being affected at all.

This made me feel very frustrated. It seems that the difference in strength between men and women is really too great, especially when the other party is a cold-hearted and highly skilled man.

"Hey! What exactly do you want?"

Just like that, he threw me into his room like a chicken, kicked the door shut, and let me sit on the ground without saying a word, continuing to sit in the chair and drink his wine. Drink,

drink, drink, all he knows is drinking! I wondered why he, who could drink so much but never got drunk, hadn't drunk himself to death yet.

I scrambled to my feet, glaring at him angrily. I thought he'd launch into a long-winded lecture like Uncle Ji, or simply ask me why I was abusing Yun Zhengyue.

Unfortunately, I underestimated Yuan Weijiu's coldness. From childhood, I'd almost always been by his side. Aside from almost losing his life for that Hu Kingdom princess and subsequently resigning his official post to become a pirate, this guy seemed never to get angry over anything, nor did he seem overly interested in other people's affairs.

But calling him made of ice would be a misinterpretation.

I don't know how to describe this man. He wasn't talkative, but he didn't deliberately distance himself from others. After every big deal, he was always there drinking and joking with his brothers. Occasionally, he'd inquire about their families, though always only briefly.

But I felt he didn't reveal his true emotions when doing these things. He was gentle, yet distant. Like the spring breeze, it gently caresses you, yet you can't see it, touch it, or control it.

Yuan Weijiu lives in his own world; what color is his heart, what frequency does it beat? I think besides that woman I've always been madly jealous of, probably no one else has the chance to know…

“The Yun family has already arranged a time to pay the ransom. You've made things difficult for us with Yun Zhengyue.”

After what seemed like an eternity, Yuan Weijiu's sheepskin wine flask appeared to be empty. I saw him slowly raise his eyelids, bringing his beautiful black pupils close to the flask's rim for a careful examination, before reluctantly licking the few remaining drops of liquid from the corner of his lips and speaking to me coldly.

His expression seemed merely a reminder not to go too far; as for why, this man didn't care at all.

“Aren't you going to ask me why I tortured him?”

His lack of curiosity actually made me a little angry. He claimed to be my Ninth Uncle and would take good care of me, but this guy clearly had no interest in my mood at all.

"You can say whatever you want anytime, or go back to sleep... It's too late, it's not appropriate for a girl like you to be in my room alone."

Seemingly unconcerned by my anger, Yuan Weijiu merely massaged his neck, which was stiff from excessive drinking. Then he went to the washbasin and washed his face.

"Because back on his ship, Yun Zhengyue made me sleep with him."

The man's indifferent actions completely enraged me, and my blood boiled. By the time I realized what I had said, it was too late to regret it!

Clang—

the bronze washbasin was knocked over. Yuan Weijiu's face was still wet, but his handsome face had already lifted to look at me. Because of the distance and the dim lighting, I couldn't immediately see his expression.

"Say it again."

He was unusually interested in what I had to say, and despite my nervousness, I couldn't withstand his unyielding aura. I took a few steps back in fear before speaking again in a low voice.

"I said it's because he and I had a relationship… I can't accept it, so I wanted to torture him."

I didn't have the courage to lie, but it was still half-truth. What else could I say? I couldn't exactly say that I actually enjoyed sleeping with Yun Zhengyue, and that I wanted to hit him because he ignored me.

"He forced you?"

A dark, oppressive aura pressed down on me like a storm cloud, as Yuan Weijiu walked towards me step by step. This was the first time since I became an adult that I had been this close to Uncle Jiu. This close enough for me to see the stubble on his face and the short, wet, black, wispy hair curling like grapevines on his forehead.

When I saw his eyes clearly, my heart started racing. But this time it wasn't from passion, but from genuine fear…

“N-no, not really…”

It was the first time I'd ever seen someone with such a cold, ruthless, and terrifying gaze, so sinister, so evil, completely beyond my capacity to bear.

I dared not say that Yun Zhengyue had forced me, because Yuan Weijiu looked as if he would fly to the Dark Warehouse and chop Yun Zhengyue's head off the moment I nodded slightly.

I hated Yun Zhengyue, that's true, but not to the point of wanting him dead…

“So you did it willingly…”

The words faded, along with the murderous aura emanating from Yuan Weijiu. He shoved me against the wall behind him, looking at me with disappointment.

“Haitang, how can a girl like you be so shameless?”

His tone was like that of my father or brother. And that's what I hated most about him.

"So what? I'm a normal girl too, I also think about men. Since Yun Zhengyue likes me, why can't I sleep with him?"

Yuan Weijiu's tone annoyed me, and I blurted out words against my conscience. Although things weren't as I described, I still didn't hesitate to defend my pitiful self-esteem by talking back.

"Think about men..."

Hearing my words, Yuan Weijiu's gaze turned cold again.

"Little Begonia, do you even know what a man is—"

His breath reeked of alcohol, and his furrowed brows betrayed his mood.

I prepared for the worst—whether he would slap me or lock me up. But I never expected that Yuan Weijiu would then deftly unbuckle his belt and pull down the pants that clung to his long, powerful thighs to his feet.

Chapter 14 A Bitter Obsession (High H, Caution)

"Ninth... Ninth Uncle?"

I admit he truly startled me. Leaving aside his reckless act of dropping his pants and pulling down his underpants with one hand, his face, filled with gloom and punitive rage, was enough to leave me completely bewildered.

"Ninth Uncle is a man too... What, are you excited to see the body of the old man you speak of?"

As if deliberately trying to embarrass me, Yuan Wei Jiu quickly stripped himself naked. I can't describe his body; the masculine strength and sturdiness made me think I was seeing a statue.

If I hadn't seen him today, I wouldn't have known he had so many scars, how long his legs were, or the dark tan formed from years of exposure to the scorching sun.

"No, what are you doing..."

He wasn't old, only ten years older than me, the prime of a man's life. The reason I said that before was because I hated the title "Uncle." This generational distance made any possibility of us falling in love seem extremely far off, as if calling him by name would forever confine me to the role of his niece.

But his current actions were unlike those of an uncle.

The man's genitals were covered in thick, dark hair, and his genitals, unresponsive, hung limply like a bunch of enormous berries.

I saw his hard muscles and his two pale brown nipples. But I couldn't discern his true intentions, nor could I fathom even the slightest hint of his inner thoughts.

"What do you think? A man and a woman alone in a room, and the woman is so thirsty and wanton..."

Suddenly, he pulled my hand to his most intimate genitals, the heat of his member making my hand tremble. It was like stumbling upon a ghost in the dead of night.

"If I'd known you were this kind of woman, I wouldn't have needed to protect you all this time."

His tone turned fierce as Yuan Weijiu forced me to touch his genitals while staring intently at me as if I were some kind of irritating and shameful thing.

I knew what he meant. Over the years, many new brothers had joined the ship every year. Those young lads, seeing my devilishly handsome face, inevitably had impure thoughts. The sensible ones would propose marriage, while the ignorant ones would simply take the opportunity to molest me.

Because of this, Yuan Weijiu had already shielded me from, or even driven away, many of them, fulfilling his duty as an uncle to protect me from being defiled by the men on the ship. But I never expected that in the end, it would be me who lacked self-respect. I had casually had relations with a young master I had just met outside.

"Uncle Jiu... it's not like that... it's not..."

I felt that soft thing engorging and growing larger under my touch. In the end, it became so hard and strong that I could barely wrap my hand around it.

The changes in Yuan Weijiu's body made me feel even more shameless and ignorant. He casually resorted to the most extreme method to retaliate against a man who, though unlikely to love me, had always been kind to me.

"No, then what is it?"

Seeing only fear and no strangeness or surprise upon seeing my naked body, Yuan Weijiu's actions became even more brutal. He even slammed me against the wall behind him and began forcefully kissing my cheek.

"Don't you want a man? Then I'll give you a man!"

He frantically tore off my clothes; on the Ghost King, I was only wearing ordinary cotton cloth, offering no durability whatsoever. The ear-piercing sound of tearing fabric sent shivers down my spine, not to mention his wet tongue, like a snake, forcefully forcing its way into my mouth.

"Let go!"

I tried to push him away, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Over the years, I had fantasized a thousand times about being intimate with him, even indulging in lewdness and debauchery, but always filled with deep affection. Not like this, coldly being treated like a lowly prostitute, wantonly played with without regard for my feelings.

Could it be that in matters of intimacy, he was even less capable than Yun Zhengyue, who, though greedy, was incredibly gentle?!

"Yuan Weijiu, let me go!!"

Panting, I pulled my tongue, which had been sucked painfully, from his mouth. My white body writhed in his rough embrace, like a fish suffocating from lack of oxygen.

My breasts were kneaded forcefully by his large hands, while his hard penis lewdly pressed and rubbed against my private parts, as if it were about to violently invade and conquer at any moment.

"If you let go, who will satisfy you? You shameless little slut!"

He threatened me while hurling insults at me. The gentle, aloof Uncle Jiu I knew had vanished from sight. Now, only a maddened beast remained, holding and ravaging me.

I knew he was punishing me, in his unique way.

They say silent people are repressed, and once they erupt, it's like a flood bursting its banks, leaving only cruel destruction in its wake. But I don't want him to destroy me… I want this man to look at me more, to love me.

Even if it makes him angry, even if it hurts him, as long as it gets his attention, I, Haitang, am willing to do anything.

Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that I had already achieved my goal…

Heh, what's the point of struggling? Silly me, a little girl is a little girl. Pretending to be an adult only makes these old jokes, which are more cunning than ghosts, a laughing stock.

Unconsciously, my heart warmed.

Yuan Weijiu's scent carried the aroma of alcohol, a spicy and numbing sensation that was intoxicating. Regardless, at least he was holding me, kissing me, his body entwined with me, urging me to rush in and wreak havoc.

Wasn't this what I'd always wanted?

Though it felt humiliating, even shameless… but I was shameless; I'd never been a well-behaved girl.

"Uncle Jiu… Uncle Jiu…"

Having come to this conclusion, I began to fiercely respond to Yuan Weijiu's advances. His skin was hot, its metallic sheen alluring. Yun Zhengyue was also muscular, but his skin was too pale and smooth, like fresh milk. It couldn't give me the wild passion I craved.

My submission aroused Yuan Weijiu, who, incredulously, lifted his head from my chest, only to meet my deeply affectionate gaze. The man shuddered, then gritted his teeth and continued to viciously lick and suck my full, smooth breasts.

"Ah...ah ah..."

My nipples were captured by his thin lips, and this man sucked on me like he was drinking from a wine jug, as if desperately wanting to draw milk from me. My buttocks were kneaded and pushed upwards by his rough, large hands, as if he couldn't get enough of my plump flesh.

I've said before that I'm a beautiful woman, young, bold, and with an incredibly alluring body. When he reached for my genitals, Yuan Weijiu passionately kissed my lips, entwining his tongue with mine and changing the angle and position of the kiss. Then, as I was completely lost in the moment, he inserted his long, slender middle finger into my already wet honey hole.

"Uncle Jiu...ah ah!"

The rapid thrusting made me feel a slight pain, but the feeling of being constantly filled and filled me was also captivating, making me willingly spread my legs and hook my right foot around his bare, strong waist. I watched with my own eyes how this man ruthlessly played with my body.

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