Side Story: Hell on Earth
Chapter 121
Evidence
He sat in the rattan chair in the study. His grandfather had liked the rattan chair. His father had also liked the rattan chair. The gene for loving the rattan chair had been passed down to the third generation: him. He loved it as well... swaying... swinging... like a child playing on a seesaw.
In his childhood, his father had built a homemade seesaw that exceeded safe height limits. He had played this game with his son in front of numerous customers.
To prove that the toy he had built was sturdy and durable and would not cause an accident, he had taken the risk of increasing the force; the excessive force had caused the seesaw to suddenly spring up on Liberte's side, throwing him to the ground, his body striking the tile floor heavily.
As a father, he had run over in a panic to lift up his son, who was bleeding from the head and unconscious. His mother had sobbed uncontrollably, blaming her husband for his carelessness and urging him to rush the child to the hospital.
He touched the scar that was still deep on the back of his head. In the past, because his father had overestimated his own ability, he had to live with this scar that could never disappear.
The pillar of the family had not supported his own family members during the disaster... instead... he had caused the entire family to fall into a miserable situation that lasted for ten years, living a life like slaves.
Now...
This person, who should have been the guardian deity protecting the family... eventually... had turned into the ghost of the past that haunted them, coming to entangle his relatives.
Liberte's gaze shifted from the figure of his father holding him in the photograph when he was a child... to... the deserter who was now facing him calmly.
Both sides fell into silence. Liberte remained cold. However, hidden in the depths of his eyes, there was a fleeting, unforgettable emotion... memories of the past... just like... how he had once abandoned the memory of himself ever being a human.
And...
The deserter sensed that Liberte no longer concealed... that he... was not entirely devoid of emotion.
He smiled secretly and placed the file on the table for the Captain to examine. Liberte glanced at the text on the cover:
"X's Report."
This deserter, who had once been sent to a re-education camp, had been renamed X by "the Hive" from that fated day. Liberte reviewed it three times, looking over everything from the minute details to the major points; X had completed every task during the capability assessment, with results ranging from good to excellent.
X had played the role of someone who had abandoned darkness for light to perfection, serving as a typical model citizen for both the military and the people.
Liberte nodded with satisfaction, operated the computer, and sent the file to the monarch. He called to request that the monarch approve X to serve as the captain of the Captain's mansion guard. Liberte turned on the speakerphone, letting X hear the monarch approve this decision. The deserter thanked his superior in a state of ecstasy:
"Thank you! I will wholeheartedly, with all my might, serve you and protect your wife and children."
Liberte gave a noncommittal hum in reply, waved his hand, and ordered him to go for another tour. X understood that Liberte meant that before officially taking up the post of captain, he had to familiarize himself with the route and schedule of the mansion. He bowed, stepped back, and walked out of the room.
X closed the door, his calm expression turning into one of triumph, celebrating the first achievement after serving "the Hive" and Liberte like a beast of burden.
X patrolled the mansion. Wherever he went, soldiers and servants bowed to him. X smiled and said:
"The monarch and Master Liberte have promoted me to captain of the Captain's mansion guard."
Those fame-and-fortune-seeking sycophants were delighted and took the opportunity to curry favor with him. X wore a look of deliberate fawning, displaying kindness and humility to everyone:
"I will treat everyone to a good meal."
That group of bootlickers thanked him repeatedly, asking him to look after them and give them opportunities. He patted everyone on the shoulder, and earnestly "sincerely" advised:
"Be loyal to "the Hive", fulfill your duties, and protect the Liberte Captain's family well; your superiors will never treat us poorly."
They answered submissively, remembering his advice. X bid them farewell and walked quickly toward other areas. The mansion had sixty rooms of varying sizes, each designed in a classical style, carved with exquisite cultural patterns of the Hexagon Kingdom. The ceilings of the rooms were painted with murals of heaven and hell from the Renaissance period. High-end furniture was decorated with the patterns of the Prehistoric Kingdom.
X sneered in his heart; originally, "the Hive" had erased all memories, all concepts regarding the old era; they had declared that there would no longer be any nations or territories, the only existing nation was the Floating Kingdom, and the common language was the Mountain-Sea tongue.
From the day human resources became scarce, these genocide perpetrators had made a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn, issuing an order to restore everything from the past: soldiers and civilians had the right to learn about civilizations around the world, to study and use multilingual cultures in their daily lives. Parents had the right to care for and love their children, and students had the right to attend school...
X did not care at all that this measure was meant to manipulate and pacify the people, for the sake of letting the soldiers and civilians, through a stable psychological state like in the old era, actively labor and contribute their abilities... thereby... repairing the serious consequences brought about by the excessive genocide. The deserter contemplated, facing the picture frame: Liberte was gathered together with his kind mother and sisters.
That was the only time people saw him... smile.
That was also the only time he was not wearing any emotional mask.
Ange's angelic, radiant smile… froze for a second under X's contemplative gaze. He gently wiped the dust from that innocent face, placed the small photo back where it belonged—in that most solemn position—and then quietly left the room equipped with hidden cameras, where the signal went straight to Liberte's study.
Liberte observed every detail, analyzed every expression, and evaluated every movement… and… when X turned toward the herb garden area managed by Mao… his cold gaze became somber.
Tanya and Sonya felt disgust for the person who had humiliated them. The two sisters calmly inspected the quality of the products and did not respond to X's greeting.
Even though X was ignored, he still chatted as if nothing had happened. X secretly let out a cold laugh; facing this superficial and hypocritical attitude, his dark inner self clearly conjured up lewd scenes involving those two exquisite sisters.
Tanya and Sonya saw it and gnashed their teeth in hatred, secretly cursing the ancestors of this beast to the eighteenth generation. They forced themselves to finish their work and gave instructions to Mao and the subordinates:
"Absolutely avoid any filth infiltrating the herbs and flowers."
The servants answered timidly and bid their master goodbye. After the two sisters walked away, the employees in charge of maintenance scattered to continue pruning and working.
X walked closer to Mao, who was standing by the wall; the camera on the wall behind them could not catch X reaching out to touch Mao's buttocks, as the screens in front only displayed the two of them having a normal conversation.
The cameras on the side walls were broken and not yet repaired, so they were temporarily unable to function. He kneaded those firm, elastic, fiery, and plump buttocks. Mao still calmly pruned the leaves and flowers, answering every question X asked.
X used his fingers to lightly press Mao's buttocks, then immediately pulled his hand back. Mao smiled secretly and turned around, pretending to look for medicine bottles and organizing the shelves, letting X's hand slip into her pants to stroke and fondle her wet crotch. With those secret caresses, Mao's cheeks gradually flushed red.
Her breathing became faster than before. She asked X to help check the herbs on the high counter, which partially obscured their bodies. Mao gently shook her arms, causing the items containing the herbs and an empty glass bottle to fall to the ground. The sound of breaking attracted everyone's attention, and everyone turned to look at Mao. She apologized awkwardly:
"I accidentally knocked it over."
Everyone reminded her to clean it up carefully and not leave any glass shards behind. Mao nodded and crouched down, picking up the fragments on the ground.
A few seconds later, X signaled downward; Mao immediately unbuckled the belt, pulled down the zipper, pulled out X's weapon, wiped it with her hand, and cleaned it with the tip of her tongue.
X still played along with her actions without changing his expression. Mao satisfied herself by taking X's essence into her mouth, swallowing every drop without leaving any behind, then wiping the traces from the corner of her mouth.
In a situation where countless cameras and dozens of people around were focused on extracting herbs and pruning branches, fully immersed in their work and indifferent to others, the sordid duo were terrified of the consequences if they were discovered, but it was precisely this fear that gave them double the pleasure in their illicit affair. Mao finished cleaning and pretended that her finger had been cut.
This lecherous woman groaned in pain, opened the drawer, and took out disinfectant, cotton swabs, and bandages. Liberte stared at the monitor in the study, watching X with a cold expression. X said anxiously:
"I will help you pick up the shards. You go boil the remaining herbs."
Mao put the herbs into the small pot on the stove. The rising smoke covered her cheeks, which were flushed from desire. She was… as if sinking… enjoying the waves of numbness coming from her private parts, watching X devouring the seafood with lecherous pleasure in front of her.
X swallowed the spring of desire that was overflowing, then briskly pulled up Mao's pants. He bent down to pick up the things on the floor, threw them into the trash can, wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth, and calmly stood up to help Mao. After the herbs were boiled, X said:
"The military doctor needs one hundred doses of medicine, but there are only ninety-nine now, and there are not enough herbs left."
Mao immediately contacted the Captain through the intercom and reported the situation:
"We need to find more herbs, but everyone else is busy, and I'm afraid no one can help me; if it's just me, I'm afraid I won't be able to gather enough herbs..."
Liberte transferred the order to X:
"You accompany Mao to find herbs and protect her safety. If any accident happens, I will hold you both accountable."
X accepted and respectfully obeyed the order. He and Mao carried bamboo baskets on their backs, wearing short guns at their waists, holding sickles and walking sticks, and walked into the deep forest. After finding enough medicine, X and Mao found a cave and went deep inside.
The two of them frantically took off each other's clothes, clung tightly to each other, refused to let go, and rolled around in every corner; the cave was filled with wantonness. X twisted his waist and invaded every corner deep in the cave… leaving… behind the sordid traces of their illicit affair.
X laughed hysterically, staring at Mao. Mao no longer felt the pain and humiliation of being forced by X, as she had the first time X discovered her secretly engaging in depraved acts with her own son in the forest.
At that time, X was patrolling in the forest according to Liberte's orders. He accidentally bumped into Mao cheating on Liberte with her son. X did not feel surprised or shocked; that once easily deceived fool, who had been as innocent as a child, had been gradually consumed by darkness, finally becoming a cunning, sinister, cruel, ruthless beast who abandoned all morality just to survive in this cruel era.
During those days living in hell, he tasted bitterness, experienced all physical pain and mental humiliation, with his psyche suffering severe damage… when… he witnessed all the disgusting, perverted, and morbid sins occurring as part of everyday life, nothing despicable, savage, or lewd could shock him anymore.
X took photos of Mao and her son engaging in that subhuman act. He rushed forward to subdue Cutis, stuffed a rag into his mouth, tied him to a tree, and forced him to watch as he raped and humiliated Mao on the spot.
The harlot, under X's violation, was in excruciating pain, full of resentment and humiliation...
From that day on, Mao became X's sexual slave, and was gradually tamed into a docile little kitten lying in his arms.
At this moment...
She laughed obscenely, her eyes filled with wildness, her face flushed with desire, enjoying the pleasure with this pervert. The harlot breathed heavily, listening to X's heavy breathing, only to hear him ask:
"Did you find the evidence, my dear?"
Mao groaned amidst her intermittent gasps:
"I searched every corner of the mansion, but I didn't find it... Mmm... Ah... Mmm... Perhaps he doesn't have any ulterior motives."
X sneered, flipped Mao over, hoisted one of her legs, and kept thrusting into the deepest part of that bottomless cave. Mao's intermittent moans intertwined with X's cold laughter:
"Things aren't as simple as you think. When he hates someone, he hates them to the bone. He isn't stupid enough to hide the secret at home. He must have hidden the secret somewhere outside the mansion."
Mao flipped over again, on all fours like a dog, letting X satisfy his lust. The cave echoed with the sounds of flesh colliding and orgasmic moans. Mao crawled toward the cave wall; wherever she moved, X followed.
Both stood up at the same time, X pressing tightly against Mao's back, pinning her against the wall, thrusting and digging deep without stopping. The water at the bottom of the pool gushed out amidst those strangled, gasping sounds:
"I can't track him... that... old fox... will surely discover me..."
X's plotting over many days had been fruitless, but he suppressed his rage, pretending to be amiable toward Mao, constantly probing with leading questions to uncover clues... but... there was no progress. Time was limited, they couldn't keep dwelling on it, so the two had to go down into the water pool in the cave to wash away the traces of their sordidness.
The ice-cold water... reminded Mao of last week, when she was herb-gathering and accidentally discovered that man walking into the forest.
He kept looking around, cautiously observing his surroundings, then pushed aside the dense bushes and stealthily entered that stone cave.
He stayed in the cave for half an hour before heading home. Mao, after he had gone far away, excitedly went in to search, determined that this time she could capture his fatal weakness.
"But the cave was full of ice and snow, as cold as a refrigerator for storing food, and he had stored a lot of grain. I turned it upside down, but still couldn't find the evidence."
X laughed out loud, kissed Mao triumphantly:
"The clue has finally appeared."
He urged Mao to hurry up and bathe, dry off, and get dressed. The two returned to the mansion, finished boiling the last batch of medicine, and packed it to send to the front line.
Four days later, Liberte selected forest patrol guards, and X volunteered. He excitedly carried out the order, but midway he turned and headed straight for the ice cave.
X took out his smartphone and took pictures of where every object was originally placed. He turned everything upside down but still hadn't found the target, so he kicked it in frustration and rage. His toe hit a hard object, causing him to yell in pain and curse, but he immediately realized something was wrong.
This cave was full of food, there was nothing else, so what was the hard object he had kicked? He pushed aside the bags and saw that underneath was a small joystick. He grabbed it in ecstasy, but it wouldn't turn, and the indicator light prompted for a password.
He tried Maria's birthday, Liberte, Ange, and all possible combinations including past anniversaries of Maria's family, but the indicator light showed an incorrect password. There was only one chance left; entering it wrong would lock it permanently. He told himself he had to stay calm to find the correct solution.
X deduced that since all familiar things, anniversaries, and old memories were wrong, Liberte would surely choose the major event that marked a turning point in his life... one forever seared into his memory... that fateful day.
The words "fateful day" struck X. He carefully entered the number of days Liberte's family spent as slaves in the Hive. The light flashed, indicating it was rotating, and X was so excited he felt as if he had come back from the dead, turning the joystick until the hidden slot in the floor popped open.
With trembling hands, he fumbled the box open, pulled out the letter, and the instant he read it, burst into a triumphant laugh, wildly celebrating the chance to change his fate.
He looked at the photos in his smartphone and restored everything to its original position. X pressed close to the bushes covering the cave entrance, cautiously scanned all around, and after confirming it was safe, he rushed back to the mansion, reporting that the patrol mission was complete.
Liberte nodded in satisfaction and ordered him to take the documents to An. X bowed to accept the order, took the folder, and exited the room. He excitedly arrived at the parking lot, rode his motorcycle, and drove away from the mansion. His triumphant laughter echoed on the empty road:
"Even Heaven is helping me. My era has finally come..."
***
The night was silent. No moon. No stars. Only the light of a flashlight illuminated the dim path. The night, black as a rosy future, suddenly turned into utter darkness… when… the owner of the flashlight found a small note tucked inside the file, bearing the words:
"I hold your husband's fatal weakness in my hands. If you don't want him to be ruined, come to the eastern forest at twelve o'clock tonight. I am waiting for you there."
She was struck with panic and terror, unable to comprehend what was unfolding… that anxiety had clung to her… since the evening; at the slightest sound, she would startle violently.
She, who had never bowed her head to anyone... at this moment... had to compromise, forcibly suppressing the rage in her heart. She had to calm down to see what despicable trick X was trying to play. X sneered sarcastically:
"Just as I expected, you will definitely come to clean up the mess because you truly love him deeply."
She cut him off coldly:
"Stop talking nonsense. Say what you have to say."
X clapped his hands and feigned praise:
"Oh my, I am helping you and your husband cover up your crimes, yet you are so fierce to your benefactor. That is not reasonable, beauty."
He opened his smartphone and showed the photo of the letter to her:
"The Hive ruined my life, ruined my family, and killed my loved ones. I hate them to the bone. I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Thank you for trusting and promoting me. It is not the right time yet; I can only provide intelligence that the Hive is moving troops to the north."
Every single word had been a death sentence for the schemer—for those who were too clever by half brought only greater ruin upon themselves. She stared fixedly at her husband's handwriting. Her mouth and tongue—once so sharp and cutting—were utterly crushed by the looming threat of her entire family's death, leaving her unable to utter a single word.
"You... you bastard... you..."
X looked with contempt at her attitude—usually arrogant, condescending, and treating him as less than trash—but at this moment, she stood stiff like a block of wood, not even daring to resist when he touched her all over. The pervert chuckled, eyeing this once-noble socialite who had long since lost her former nobility.
She forced herself to set aside her arrogant pride and act as a maid... enduring humiliation... allowing him to violate the body she had sworn would always belong only to her husband.
X profaned her firm, round breasts, which were full of milk. He unzipped her pants and reached into the forbidden place where she made love to her husband every night:
"Hehe, I have to thank you for coming to me that day to discuss and plot that fake deserter adventure, tricking Tanya and Sonya into the trap, giving me this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fully enjoy those two tender, juicy, top-tier goods. You are truly terrible and cruel; everything went as you expected: Sonya, conceited about her martial arts, arrogantly pursued the deserter alone to score points with her husband and win his favor, but unexpectedly fell into the trap and was violated by me."
X slowly moved his fingers inside the soft, smooth forbidden palace, whose size was twice that of Tanya's and Sonya's:
"You framed that pair of rival sisters who were soldiers, just to ruin them. How is it? Has your husband reduced the number of times he sleeps with those two sluts lately, just as you wished? Has he distanced himself from and grown to hate those two women as you concluded when you plotted this conspiracy? Ah, you venomous slut, being fondled by a pervert like me, yet your lewd hole is soaked, isn't it?"
She gritted her teeth, blood seeping from the corners of her mouth, yet she could not stop the tears of grievance and humiliation... and... the remorse for the blind jealousy that made her want to monopolize her husband and plot the evil scheme to harm Tanya and Sonya. She pushed her rival into the filthy quagmire… then… she was defiled by the person who had dug this sordid, humiliating pit with her.
"Hehe, evil brings evil consequences; a jealous woman must taste the bitter fruit she planted herself."
She dared not vent her anger on the person who humiliated her. That woman, accustomed to power, was now deprived of the ability to resist, and could only endure the insults during his perverted act of removing her pants. He stood arrogantly before this highborn whore, who was usually proud, self-important, and had always treated him as a dog...
The times had changed.
That arrogant elitist, once high above, now had to endure humiliation and bear the burden, forcing herself to be a personal maid, using that sharp-tongued mouth—accustomed to looking down on the lower class—to serve her 'little master' wholeheartedly. Bitter tears welled up and spilled over; that pungent odor clung to the "little master's" body, refusing to dissipate.
Her eyes revealed the resentment felt after being humiliated, while the other side sneered crazily. X did not care at all how much she hated him. He smeared the filth all over her pale lips and splashed it onto her dazed, soulless face.
The pervert did not stop; he shoved the victim to the ground, greedily sucking in the rich fragrance emanating from the beauty's body. Her reason had been utterly humiliated, yet her body had responded to lust with frenzied passion. The sweet spring of desire intoxicated the pervert's lips and tongue with its sweetness… as they explored and searched every corner of the cavern of ecstasy.
She could no longer perceive anything... except... the carnal pleasure that still trembled and mocked her... every time... this pervert violated her, this "princess" who once held her husband in a gentle embrace, she was subjected to the teasing of desire. She comforted herself in secret, swearing that she would never have an interest in any man other than her lover...
That vow was betrayed by her own lewd body, mocking her as nothing but an unadulterated, lust-craving slut. Far from feeling humiliated, she was excited to the point of madness and obsession... as... she climbed to the climax, it intertwined with the pain of the filth that could not be washed from her body.
X was triumphant, laughing wildly, enjoying the moment the "princess" held him tightly, refusing to let go. She sank into that humble desire, as she was led toward the paradise of desire.
"Does your husband make you wet like this, slut?"
X vaguely heard faint moans spilling from her trembling lips; he laughed even more crazily, his waist thrusting violently, turning the cave upside down until she fainted. She awoke amidst a searing, burning sensation, crying and sobbing, begging him:
"No, please, don't ejaculate inside."
The pervert continued to indulge his animalistic desire, chuckling strangely:
"Hehe, baby, you have to admit this tastes amazing, even better than doing it with your husband. From now on, you must be my sex slave and unconditionally obey my commands. I will spare you for now."
That personality—acidic, arrogant, insufferably haughty, uncompromising, and prone to severely punishing those who defied her... was now... completely shattered by a lower-class person. The pain of her damaged self-esteem was incomparable to the fear of her husband being punished by the 'Hive' for treason.
She was forced to moan like a prostitute, praising him as a monster in bed whose technique far exceeded her husband's. He even forced her to open and close the cave gate, to contract the cave walls, tightly wrapping every inch of the crevice, allowing the "little master" to shuttle through the cave paths, digging out the channel from which the stream poured.
X remained clear-headed amidst the frantic pleasure; he controlled everything. Regardless of whether he broke his word or not, this woman had to obey her master like a slave. She dared not show any dissatisfaction toward him, let alone resist.
Despite her miserable crying and begging, the pervert sowed his evil, obscene seeds everywhere that should have been for bearing her husband's offspring. She covered her face—tear-stained with humiliation and turning from flushed red to ashen—with both hands:
"Despicable villain, you break your promises."
X embraced the victim comfortably, stroking that body drenched in sweat, still burning hot from the fire of lust.
"You are a slave and must obey your master. A master has no obligation to keep promises to a slave."
He whispered in her ear, forcing her to do one earth-shattering thing for him.
But...
For a wife who was no longer pure...
No earth-shattering event... was... as important as having to bury the filth that shattered this family's happiness...
She made up her mind to eradicate every potential hazard that could lead to the exposure of this dirty secret.