Side Story: Hell on Earth
Chapter 105
Slin
After reaching the climax, An would fall into a deep, peaceful sleep until morning. Liberte still carefully ensured she inhaled the anesthetic gas. He opened the door and peered outside. Every hour and a half, the guards would take turns standing watch and patrolling strictly to prevent outsiders from breaking in, while also remaining wary of the family.
"That bastard doesn't even trust his own family."
Liberte opened the bamboo tube and released a cloud of gray mist, the soul-stealing incense drifting through the air. The soldiers froze for a few seconds before returning to their normal actions, though their bright eyes remained vacant. Liberte immediately slipped out and ran past the soldiers, who did not react at all, as if he were invisible.
The central monitoring system was still running, and the screens in the security room clearly displayed the situation in the corridors. However, Liberte had precisely calculated the rotation cycle of the cameras; he moved like a ghost, easily evading all surveillance.
Afterward, he snuck into another important area of Wan household. Last time, he had searched the study but found nothing. This time, he hoped to find the object. After searching for nearly an hour, the object remained elusive, leaving not a single ripple behind.
He felt frustrated and suspicious, but the anesthetic gas had a time limit, and he had to return before the effects wore off. Liberte exited, the guards remaining stiff and unaware of his presence. Liberte immediately slipped away at top speed, crossing several corridors. He was just about to pass the bedroom of Wan's mother, located next to An's room.
The old woman's door had been slightly ajar. As he appeared, an arm suddenly reached out, pulled him inside, and then carefully closed and locked the door.
An arm hugged him from behind as her massive and voluptuous breasts pressed tightly against his back, radiating intense warmth. The woman's hand slid downward, and he immediately grabbed her hand:
"Do you want to die?"
The woman pressed her cheek against his back and whispered:
"I'm dying to see you!"
The sweet, gentle voice and the dangerous situation... reminded him... of what happened two years ago.
Liberte was hiding in a secluded corner of the forest, where the shadows of two lovers stealing a tryst flickered in the distance. The adulterous slut was May.
She was shameless, revealing her indulgent nature, a stark contrast to her usual image as a gentle, virtuous wife and a filial daughter-in-law. She did not know that Liberte had recorded a video clip and taken photos of her betraying her husband. After satisfying their desires, the two bastards got dressed, wiped away any traces, and parted ways.
Wan family had a tradition of daughters-in-law gathering herbs on the night of the full moon. While searching for herbs, she had to go alone and return alone. This backward practice was intended to test perseverance and prove sincerity. May, however, continued to meet her sexual partner at a private location. The two collided and entangled frantically, and just as the adulterer was enjoying it, Liberte knocked him unconscious.
The adulterer woke up groggily, frowned, rubbed the back of his neck, and looked around, but May was nowhere to be seen. What was going on? Where was May? Before he could figure it out, the shouting of soldiers and the barking of dogs could be heard in the distance.
He was startled to find that the place he was standing was not the meeting point agreed upon with May. If he had still been in the same place, he could have stood still right there to prove his "innocence."
Now he was in a cave—an ideal hiding place, but once he rushed out, it would be a confession of guilt, yet he could not hide here forever. Such a perfect trap. She wanted to escape the charge of adultery by accusing him of rape. But who had colluded with May to frame him?
The adulterer went mad, cursing the whore. Barking sounded near the cave entrance, and he panicked, hiding deep inside, where there was a lake. He dove to the bottom of the water.
The sounds grew louder than before. Thinking the soldiers had entered the cave, he panicked and swam deeper into the distance. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the lake connected to the outside of the cave, so he swam straight through.
The adulterer slowly poked his head above the water and looked around. The area was desolate; perhaps those hunting him had not realized the cave contained a lake. That the lake connected to this side, so they had overlooked this place. He waited until dusk, but no ghost appeared.
The adulterer silently thanked the gods for their protection. He climbed up, ran straight toward the beach, and struggled to find a way to leave the dangerous place. There were only rocks around and fog drifting on the sea surface.
The adulterer looked out at the dark, fog-covered sea. Far from this area was a desert island, which it was almost impossible for a human to swim to. But he had no other choice. Although the enemy did not know that this place connected to the inner lake of the cave and had not yet come to search, he still had to leave the cursed place quickly. If he hesitated here, he would die miserably at the hands of Wan.
He cursed under his breath, dove into the sea, and swam a long distance. He paused, relaxed in the water for a few minutes, then continued swimming. His arms suddenly stopped; he frowned, looking at a small boat in the mist, and quickly buried his head underwater.
He waited for a long time, but the boat drifted very slowly. A sense of suffocation forced him to poke his nose above the water. He smiled triumphantly… and discovered the boat was empty. He was overjoyed and used all his strength to swim toward this "savior."
The adulterer climbed onto the small boat and suddenly remembered that a few days prior, soldiers had found the corpses of a soldier and a displaced person which had washed ashore.
Long ago, the Hive had ordered those two to go fishing, but they both ended up drowning. Their bodies were covered in wounds, and the back of the soldier's head had suffered a brutal blow.
At the time, the Hive concluded that the displaced person wanted to escape hell, so he secretly attacked the soldier. The two fought fiercely in the water, eventually exhausted themselves, and drowned together.
Those two were unlucky, but he was fortunate. The adulterer rejoiced, quickly rowed the oars, and left this purgatory. He laughed maniacally:
"Haha… You idiots have a long way to go to catch me. Farewell, you cursed hell! Farewell, you stupid, dull beasts! Farewell, you wanton she-devil! Hahaha…"
His extreme excitement caused him to fail to notice the person surfacing. The man hidden underwater blew a bamboo tube, and an anesthetic needle pierced his neck, cutting his laughter short.
The adulterer fell again, sinking into unconsciousness. When he woke up, he found himself tied up. He struggled while cursing the attacker who was rowing:
"You… you bastard Liberte… you dare to toy with me?"
Liberte smiled contemptuously, opened his phone, and played a video of him and May getting intimate at the very spot where she and the adulterer used to rendezvous.
In the footage, the surrounding leaves and branches were trampled and in disarray. In the video, he tore May's clothes, scattering them everywhere, and left enough traces to stage a rape scene.
The adulterer was in agonizing pain, not only because his lover was wrongly accused but also out of hatred for this brat who had cruelly tortured and destroyed the life of the "mandarin duck" pair.
"You dog… you dare to humiliate her! I'll kill you!"
Liberte looked scornfully at the fool who was dying for a woman:
"Do you think that slut was actually raped by me?"
In the video, her performance was far more frenzied than it ever was with the adulterer. Liberte repeatedly tormented and ruined the place the adulterer had always considered his sacred treasure.
He was forced to watch as that unstoppable ecstasy poured like a rainstorm onto the barren land, sweeping away all the dissatisfaction and fatigue of her daily life while wearing the mask of a loyal wife to her betrayed husband… and it also drowned out the satisfaction she felt from successfully taking revenge on her husband… but… it was not as he had long mistakenly believed—that she felt happiness and joy whenever she was with him.
She was also feeling gleeful because all traces of her adultery had been erased. The succubus returned to her guise of a virtuous mother, a devoted wife, and a filial daughter-in-law. He was forced to listen to the sounds of those intoxicated souls, hearing her constantly urging Liberte to be more vigorous and faster.
Her depraved appetite for such rough, carnal abuse dealt him a fatal blow. The adulterer clutched his chest in agony and spat a mouthful of blood at his enemy. Liberte quickly held up a handkerchief to block it, preventing the blood from splashing onto his face.
That handkerchief was the very token the adulterer had once given to May. His desire stolen, his emotions trampled, his convictions insulted, and his life about to be extinguished—everything stood as a mockery of a fool who thought himself clever.
"Why… why did you… frame me?"
Liberte sneered:
"A pack of dogs never remembers who they have bitten."
Liberte's face appeared half-human, half-demon in the shadows:
"Do you think those other two actually drowned?"
This question revealed that the other two had indeed died at the hands of Liberte. He had staged the case as a mutual struggle; although the Hive was not easily fooled, the wounds on their bodies were consistent with a physical fight.
The adulterer could not believe that Liberte had orchestrated everything all by himself.
Liberte smiled wickedly and said:
"A final gift for you."
He opened another video. The screen displayed scenes of Slin secretly having affairs with those two men, taking turns. Regardless of who she was in bed with, Slin would whisper:
"Tonight is the last time we are intimate."
Both men panicked and hurriedly asked for the reason. Slin said fearfully:
"I'm worried that my husband will find out; he will kill us. The worst part is, if he reports us to the Hive, we will die even more miserably."
Both men laughed and said almost the exact same thing:
"We've been together for a year, and that idiot still treats me as a good friend. You're making a big deal out of nothing."
Slin hugged her lover, trembling:
"For some time now, I've felt like someone was following me, so I had to avoid you. Recently, I've frequently dreamed that my husband discovered our affair and reported us to the Hive, leading to our brutal punishment. A needle hidden in a bag for too long will eventually stick out. No secret can be hidden until death. If the nightmare comes true, we will both die."
She buried her face in her lover's chest and sobbed:
"My husband is very insidious. Perhaps he knows that you and I are being sneaky, but he is plotting something, so he hasn't reported us yet; or perhaps he is bored of me, or even having an affair with another woman, so he doesn't care about me 'eating spring rolls.' His goal might be... that he is also secretly 'eating meatballs' of his own. Once he is fed up with 'gorging' on that slut, he will denounce us. That slut could be anyone, and your wife is no exception!"
He himself toyed with other men's wives; while he toyed with an opponent's wife, the opponent could also toy with his wife. Hearing Slin's revelations, both men were shocked:
"A few times, I inadvertently saw your wife looking around for a while, then she went into a cave. A while later, a man wearing a surgical mask made his way to the meeting spot and spent an hour in the cave before leaving. That man's appearance was very similar to my husband's. But…"
Slin hesitated, which only piqued the two men's curiosity and made them urge her to continue. She told the soldier that during his affair with his wife, the man wore shabby, gray rags and was missing a button. Her husband did not own such clothes; he refused to wear old rags. Speaking to the evacuee man, she described:
"His looks were very similar to my husband; at the time, I thought he was my husband, but my husband isn't bow-legged…"
Slin's words reminded them that recently, both men had vaguely felt their wives were acting unnaturally. They also avoided intimacy with their husbands, finding all sorts of excuses to refuse.
They originally harbored suspicions, but were swept into the vortex of surviving in hell. Bewitched by Slin's masterful bed skills, their brains clouded, and they no longer paid attention to anything unusual.
The humiliating truth enraged the soldier and the evacuee man. They screamed and cursed in their hearts, but on the surface, they remained calm, hiding the madness of being betrayed by a man they both considered a good friend. They even conspired with Slin's husband to trick Xiang and Ru into a desolate place to rape and kill the two little girls.
Liberte switched to a clip of the soldier and the evacuee cursing, mocking, and fighting on a boat. Having themselves toyed with other men's wives, the husbands now found their own wives bedding another man. Blinded by jealous rage and the stinging humiliation, they lost all capacity for reason.
They didn't need to know why the other party knew the truth; they fought from the water all the way to the shore. This place was desolate and remote, where even ghosts wouldn't bother to look, let alone humans, making it perfect for enemies to settle their grudges.
The evacuee man lay on the ground, broken, his limbs shattered and body exhausted, covered in wounds. The soldier crawled onto his enemy, holding a rock, intending to smash his head, but he was suddenly struck unconscious.
"Sluts, you bastard dog…"
The interrupted cursing woke the soldier. He slowly regained consciousness; before his eyes was the scene of Liberte with his own wife and the evacuee man's wife, in the throes of fanatical ecstasy… causing his eyes to widen until the corners split.
Every violation by Liberte… was like… digging deeper into the madness of being humiliated by this brat. The boy they had always despised was driving the women they shared a bed with to a state of absolute carnal ecstasy, time and time again.
Sharing a bed for ten years, they had never seen their wives so delirious—souls lost, faces flushed like typhus patients, with excited sounds constantly echoing, driving the two men to madness as they were toyed with like puppets. A husband could eat spring rolls but could not accept his wife eating meatballs. And these sluts were gorging themselves right in front of their faces.
"You bitch, turning yourself into a whore, don't you feel humiliated?"
"You whore, don't you feel ashamed in front of your children?"
Both women laughed bitterly, yet full of wildness, pouncing on prey that was more delicious, younger, and stronger than the boring food they had been eating for ten years. Both women had been circus performers in the past. They performed an intimate dance with the mastermind, elevating their revenge to the highest level.
The avengers showed off their skillful "circus" moves, performing various techniques they had never practiced with their husbands… and… fatal tricks that exceeded their tolerance limits.
"Ten years of fucking you couldn't even make my pussy twitch, but Liberte's brutal, deep-thrusting assault had my cunt gushing like a flood, soaking him in just one hour."
The evacuee's wife frowned angrily at the soldier:
"Do you even have the dignity to mention the children? You sold them to that bastard for four bags of rice. And you even became friends with him. I curse you to be reborn as a mangy cur for eternity."
Liberte cursed and humiliated his enemies. The wives felt immense pleasure, letting their souls drift along with the passionate, complete, and endless sounds of ecstasy, all to enrage their deeply humiliated husbands. They felt no shame; instead, they obeyed every command like slaves serving a master. The two women doted on him to the extreme, giggling and urging:
"More intensely! Love me 'deeper and deeper'—that is exactly what I like best."
She smiled triumphantly, mocking the soldier, whose face was covered in blood-red bruises and who struggled in vain against his ropes:
"Open your dog eyes and look, you loser. You slept with me for ten years, yet you never once brought me to the height of carnal ecstasy. He cared for me for only half a month and already discovered exactly what your wife likes best. Ha… Ha… Ha…"
Liberte sneered, relentlessly striking at the most sensitive points of their defenses, reveling in them as if they were his own playground. What excited him even more was hearing the evacuee's wife flattering him, pouring honey into his ears to deepen her husband's humiliation.
"Today is my ovulation day, the easiest day to conceive. I am excited because my revenge is a success. Please give me a child to make up for the pain of losing my last one."
Liberte launched continuous, violent attacks, burning down every base with his scorching ammunition. Both women laughed maniacally, having successfully executed their humiliation and immersed themselves in the pleasure of their souls.
As they reached the peak, the distorted faces of their husbands slowly blurred in their glassy, lust-glazed eyes. They cursed, their voices turning from loud to hoarse. Once, they were tormented by the frustration of their unfulfilled desires, but now, this perfect revenge allowed these chronic insomniacs to sink into blissful dreams.
They suffered a hysterical, total collapse… because… Slin walked in from afar, jumping into Liberte's arms; the mastermind and his partner-in-crime entwined around each other.
Liberte remained energetic, drenched in sweat, battling fiercely with Slin without fatigue. The shock of being betrayed by his lover was more painful and humiliating than being cheated on by his wife. This shock shattered their spirits, forcing those who thought themselves "real men" to die of rage.
The plan was a complete success; Slin still held Liberte tightly, unwilling to let go, enjoying the ultimate ecstasy. She triumphantly turned her face toward the smartphone hidden in the distance, laughing wildly and savagely, mocking her "dog-brained" husband who always thought he was a cunning old fox.
The adulterer's face turned crimson, his curses choked into suffocating coughs by his rage. Liberte shattered the enemy's spirit with the image of the fetus in Slin's womb. But she never missed an opportunity to enjoy time with her lover, using her provocative poses to further enrage the husband she had cheated on. She whispered sweet nothings to Liberte:
"You are solid, so tall and strong, and much longer than my husband's ten-centimeter one. Ah… that is exactly my favorite place. But please be gentle; you keep charging like a wild bull, breaking the levees and causing a flood, so I am exhausted cleaning the wet floor... and… hehe… if you are this fierce and it affects our baby… then what should we do?"
The look of obsession on her face as she enjoyed the pleasure, mocking her husband who was "powerless" to satisfy his unfaithful wife… caused… the wife to willingly become a slave to her enemy… and… let… her indulge in human pleasure.
"You and those two dogs defiled and murdered my family. I will take everything away, and torture your families, your wives, and your children to death."
The final words jolted the adulterer out of his madness. A man like Liberte, who lived solely to seek revenge, was bound to find every possible way to utterly destroy his enemy, both in spirit and in flesh. The adulterer sneered in disbelief.
Liberte still responded coldly… but his eyes flashed with hatred and contempt, revealing the grim satisfaction of forcing his enemy to pay with his life… and… the worry for the safety of his dearest ones. That had once been the ultimate pain Liberte had to endure; now, he made his enemy experience that same torture, worse than death.
Family affection was an invisible rope that bound thoughts and emotions, and now… it had become a noose, tightening with the terror of harm caused to his unborn child. All of his anger was crushed by fear; he pleaded tremblingly:
"You toy with that whore, you torture her however you want—I don't care, just let my child go. The child is innocent!"
Liberte revealed a cruel smile, bone-chilling and cold:
"Innocent? The wronged souls of the sisters Xiang and Ru, and countless other innocent victims, are waiting in hell to tear you to pieces!"
Liberte forced his enemy's head underwater. The man struggled desperately, but the anesthetic had already drained most of his strength. Facing impending death, he saw blurred images of himself slaughtering hundreds of victims.
It was the peak of his crimes—he and two accomplices had gang-raped the sisters Xiang and Ru to death, dumped their bodies into the river, let them drift out to sea, and finally wash ashore.
Everything appeared in his panicked mind like a revolving lantern. At this moment, the wronged souls appeared from the seabed, claiming his life. They screamed maniacally, reaching out with skeletal arms, fiercely tearing and dragging the perpetrator's soul down into the eighteenth layer of hell.
Before vanishing into the Netherworld, the wronged souls grieved for the living, who were left to endure a wretched fate, forever tormented by the agony of failing to shield their kin.
Liberte grew furious; his eyes were suffused with blood, like a venomous snake baring its fangs, wishing to shred a Heaven that possessed eyes yet saw nothing.
His tough, stubborn demeanor actually hid the state of madness he had fallen into for the sake of revenge. This man, who valued loyalty and affection so deeply, forced back his weak emotions, letting hot tears seep into his bloodshot eyes.
He feared that his most beloved ones would see expressions on his cold face; he feared they would worry and thus be unable to find peace, unable to transcend.
Liberte rowed his small boat to a distant whirlpool. Once at a safe distance, he kicked his enemy into the danger zone. A few days later, soldiers found the body washed up near the shore of a deserted island.
After the investigation, the Hive concluded: the man had raped Wan's wife, was gripped by fear, fled in a panic, risked swimming to the deserted island, but due to exhaustion, was caught in a whirlpool and drowned.