Side Story: Hell on Earth
Chapter 109
The Marriages
Everything was as usual; after the day ended, Liberte brought An home. An was waiting for her lover to take the initiative to reconcile, but Liberte remained cold and stubborn.
This indifferent attitude pushed An's "frustration" to its peak. An craved the scent of masculinity, but her lover refused to yield; thus, she could only release her desires frantically in bed with her mother.
During this time, she became a hundred times more mature and experienced than before. The increase in skill was proportional to her lewd nature. Inherited traits took hold; the lustful mother taught her daughter to become a harlot craving endless desire.
The higher the level of intimacy each night, the more she tossed and turned because of Liberte, sinking deeper into the carnal games with May. She could not live without sex, just as she could not if she lacked Liberte.
She embraced May, weeping and begging her mother to advise Liberte and find a way to reconcile. May did not get straight to the point but spoke in a roundabout way:
"Tsk, now you understand how important a man's role is. Unfortunately, when you need Wan, he is busy with warfare..."
An said impatiently:
"Mother, stop mentioning Father. Career and fame are everything to him..."
May panicked, immediately stopping An from voicing her final thoughts:
"Silly girl, aren't you afraid that the walls have ears?"
An was clearly angry, expressing her meaning that she no longer cared about anything except Liberte:
"My heart only has Liberte. Mother, please help me think of a way. I really cannot bear this loneliness anymore."
May muttered a few words that made her daughter puzzled. At An's impatient urging, May whispered into An's ear. Hearing the suggestion, An smiled happily and kissed her mother's cheek. The mother and daughter immediately and passionately practiced the business of seducing men.
Just as the two women were passionately coupling, Liberte suddenly pushed open the door. He was shocked to see the two women in a state of high excitement, playing games more stimulating than any position he had ever practiced with her.
An and her mother were startled and pushed each other away, scrambling to grab their clothes to cover their sweat-drenched bodies. An's face was deathly pale. She wanted to cry, but was too ashamed to shed tears. Because the warm smile on the corner of his mouth had vanished.
The gentle smile that had originally intended to reconcile was doused with a bucket of cold water; he shook his head in disappointment and left.
It would have been better if he had shouted a reprimand in anger; An might have felt more at ease, but her lover's disappointed departure added a heavy burden to her already strained soul.
An bowed her head and wept, while simultaneously pushing away the woman who had caused her such humiliation and shame.
May's eyes were bloodshot, and she chose to apologize, comfort, and calm An's spirit with words. An did not dare to drive May out of the room; she just lay with her back to her mother. May gently embraced the her daughter from behind, but An did not respond. The moans of joy from a few minutes ago were now replaced by sighs of regret.
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Over the next few days, Liberte continued with his normal activities. An followed him in secret, shocked to discover that at night, Liberte actually went to the very place where they used to rendezvous.
He was alone in the desolate wasteland, sitting on the ground, leaning against a wall, his hands hanging limp over his knees, head bowed in utter stillness. Then, he raised his eyes, vacant, staring into the void.
An had never seen Liberte as dejected and exhausted as he was now. She had pushed her lover into the abyss of depression, and her own shame prevented her from drawing near to offer comfort. The impassioned girl could only weep in secret, sharing his suffering from a distance.
As their bond faced the danger of severance, fate seemed to guide those cunning, lascivious women to seize the rare opportunity to approach, encourage, and confide in him. The touching ending was always wrapped in "comforting the sorrowful"… while… the harlot sophistically argued that it was merely a fiery, carnal game of true love.
"I ask for no status, nor for fame or fortune; I only need you to cherish me like this."
"Whenever you need someone to confide in, I will be quietly by your side, listening to your inner voice!"
"If you feel cold and lonely, come to me; I will be your soulmate, warming your heart!"
"Ah… yes… let us put aside all worries and anger. Mmm… ah… I am willing to be your free semen receptacle, letting you vent all the 'frustration' you have accumulated in a lifetime… ah… ah… ah…"
The sweet, gentle words—like a devoted wife cooing to her husband—and the moans of pleasure that left one's mind reeling, threw An's already lost soul into further disarray.
Her heart roiled as if she were going mad, listening to the wild laughter of those "spider demons"—they clung to him, merging as one, playing out the polygamous fantasy that every man dreams of.
It seemed that the person she once trusted most in this human hell… and… she had never suspected he would prove unfaithful… now… had turned into a playboy, a hunter of flowers and chaser of butterflies, savoring the sweet nectar that paralyzed the soul.
He was indulging in the pleasure of not needing to hunt—those prey with succulent flesh and sweet, luscious juices, soft and supple, automatically brought to his lips for him to feast upon.
A few days prior, Slin, the soldiers' wives, and the wives of the evacuees—who had once slaughtered one another—came to visit him in turn. Yesterday, he was surrounded by female soldiers and evacuees women.
Even a pair of sisters who were soldiers participated in this primitive, communal orgy. They raised their buttocks, spread their legs, and let him deflower them, playing with them at will.
Each girl was plump and fertile, with curves like rolling hills and mountains. The "forbidden zone" was vibrant with life, desperately waiting for him to water it with the spring rain that flooded the primeval forest. To compete for the essence of the man planted deep within their "hearts," the vixens even vied to drink his pure "condensed milk."
Today, Liberte was even more excited… because… a mother and daughter had voluntarily offered their bodies, hinting at becoming his wives.
"If we cannot be daughters-in-law to your mother, we are willing to be your confidantes, your sex partners, or even your sex slaves."
Though this human hell was cruel and inhumane, An still could not believe that anyone would abandon all morality, taking their own daughter to seduce a man, accepting disgrace and humiliation… merely… to survive and continue fighting for their own gain.
"Oh, that is quite interesting…"
Liberte curled his lips into a smile, a flash of excitement sparkling in his hollow eyes as he looked at the mother and daughter who stripped without hesitation.
Although the mother's figure was not as fiery as Slin's, nor as full as Mao's, nor as sensual as May's, it was still smooth and alluring to a man. The teenage daughter's body was fresh, beautiful, and brimming with youth, instantly igniting his animal instincts.
"You two do not look thin and haggard like the other evacuees, which proves you have enough to eat and drink, with no fear of hunger or thirst. Why accept such humiliation and sell your bodies?"
The mother and daughter offered a bitter smile:
"My first husband was a soldier. He wanted a promotion, so he secretly dosed me with aphrodisiacs so his superior could humiliate me. I conceived a girl, and I gave birth to her. At that time, I was only seventeen—the most carefree age of my life..."
The mother gritted her teeth, each word she uttered filled with hatred:
"When my husband falsely accused me of adultery and being pregnant out of wedlock, and then threw me out of the house, I had to endure endless humiliation and injustice. My second husband felt pity for us mother and daughter; he treated my stepdaughter as his own and raised her to adulthood. Unfortunately, he became an obstacle in 'Black Kite's' path. That fellow falsely accused him of forming factions and plotting misconduct. In the end, my husband was executed, and his property was confiscated."
Upon hearing the words "Black Kite," Liberte's hollow eyes flickered slightly. An was not surprised, for "Black Kite" was the code name the Hive had given to Wan.
That father brainwashed his daughter and turned her into his own tool. In his eyes, whether they were strangers, acquaintances, teammates, or colleagues, they were nothing more than pawns. At this moment, the jealousy in An's heart transformed into a profound contempt for "Wan."
For someone toyed with by fate, the pain had tormented her for many years. Tragedies played out every single day, and even as of last night, the nightmares refused to let her go:
"My daughter and I became bargaining chips in a game once again. That general handed us over to his superior. That old geezer not only ravaged me but also raped my daughter. She could not bear the humiliation, and she hanged herself..."
Liberte raised his eyebrows, looking with surprise at the young girl kneeling at his feet. The woman held her daughter and continued:
"The one who committed suicide was the eldest daughter. This girl was the biological daughter of the old general and me. He craved a son to carry on the family bloodline, but I gave birth to a girl. If he were to abandon his own flesh and blood, a high-ranking general like him would lose his reputation, and his career would be affected, so he had no choice but to provide us with food and support."
The unfortunate woman smiled bitterly:
"If I had given birth to a son, the child and I would have had status, and we would not have been cast aside by that old thing. After the old man passed away, all rights and assets went to his first wife. She was secretly involved with a lover, but in the end, she was deceived by that man, who snatched away all the property."
The woman despised those whores who only knew how to cling to men, while simultaneously feeling aggrieved for the fate of herself and her children:
"Like other concubines and illegitimate daughters, the wealth we inherited was barely enough to sustain a living. But one could not live off one's savings forever; that property was like salt poured into the sea in this Hell on Earth—one day, it would completely melt away. When that time came, my daughter and I would once again be reduced to men's toys."
Liberte sighed, watching as the shy girl came before him, trembling as she pulled at his zipper, clumsily and awkwardly trying to find a way to please him.
"I am just a man, no different from any other."
The mother boldly approached him:
"No, you are not like them. You have slept with many women, even possessing a pair of sisters at the same time, but throughout the entire process, you have never looked down on those girls, nor considered them inferior. Although we do not yet understand your heart, we firmly believe you are a good man—at the very least, you are not as vicious as the men who tormented my daughter and me!"
Liberte chuckled at the naivety of such remarks. He frowned, feeling the girl's attentive care. In the biting cold of winter, his exposed "Liberte" was tightly enveloped by the girl's small, beautiful, and moist mouth, feeling the scorching heat of her breath.
The mother wrapped her arms around Liberte, gently grabbing his hair to pull him closer, inviting him to explore her full, smooth mountain peaks.
"My daughter and I are willing to be your concubines. Even if we have no formal status, we mother and daughter are willing to be your bedmates, whenever you need a woman's warmth."
Her voice began to break, intertwined with her ragged, breathless gasps:
"If we face famine in the future, I hope you do not turn a blind eye. My daughter and I only dare to make such a simple wish."
From start to finish, the mother and daughter did not shed a single tear. It was not that they could not cry, nor that they dared not cry, but that they had no tears left to mourn for themselves. That dull ache was as if a heavy blow had been dealt to An's face.
For a long time, she thought she had experienced, witnessed, and felt every tragedy of humanity… and even… thoroughly understood her father. But when that woman revealed that Wan was the man who had betrayed the old general and swindled his wife out of all her property, An finally understood everything. At that time, that pair of scoundrels had gone abroad, embarking on two entirely different journeys.
As planned, they met at the designated location for a tryst. Wan had grown tired of the "sticky rice" and bored with the sweet soup. Once the foolish woman had been squeezed of her last shred of value, he stopped seeing her.
He set a trap, hired a group of thugs to block her path, forced her into a deserted place, raped her, and killed her. An mocked herself for knowing nothing. She remained just a carefree and ignorant daughter in the hands of a greedy, inhuman father. May said:
"If I had not been suspicious and secretly hired a detective to track Wan, this secret would have been hidden forever. I really did not understand what kind of memory-wiping drugs and charms Wan used on those women that every bitch believed in him so blindly. They even lost their lives in their ignorance, never knowing the true reason they were dying."
The daughter loathed her cruel father and feared the evil blood flowing through her own veins even more.
If her father had not brainwashed her, she would not have become an enemy of Liberte's family.
If Wan had not been so cruel and cunning, forcing innocent people to sell their bodies just to avoid starving, she would not have faced such retribution: her father's victims were now competing with her for Liberte. Ironically, she did not even have the right to "smash the vinegar jar."
A woman who would commit incest with her mother to keep a man has no right to judge the conscience of those forced into the abyss just to survive.
She bit her lip to keep from crying, then turned. May's daughter was fleeing from herself, fleeing from the humiliating truth: the person she loved and trusted was betraying his future wife.
He was immersed in a blurred world. That ultimate pleasure and sense of guilt were a thousand times more intense than when he had climaxed with the soldier sisters. She could not rush in to stop her husband from clinging to the harlot, allowing him to take the body of the girl who still bore the mark of maidenhood.
An was nearly driven mad. She covered her ears, but the painful moans and the sounds of physical satisfaction… incessantly disturbed her thoughts as they spun in blind love. The one she loved had betrayed her trust, yet she remained deeply trapped, unwilling to let go of her obsession.
The daughter was in agony, but May smiled mysteriously. She frantically grabbed An's hand and held her daughter in her arms. Her daughter still twisted her body in anger. May tried every way to calm her down:
"Don't scream, don't run around! Do you want everyone to know that your husband is bringing those two bitches to orgasm? You are the one being humiliated! If this news reaches Wan's ears, your father will punish Liberte severely. He will die a miserable death, and his entire family will suffer the same fate. Every effort you have made for atonement will turn to dust. Happiness will turn into misery; you will suffer to death, and die in agony."
May listened as the crying gradually subsided. The fear of losing everything choked the sobs, preventing all the chaotic emotions from surging up. An was forced to madly control her anger, even though her heart was already screaming with jealousy…
Wan's daughter engraved the resentment toward her father into an indelible memory, her eyes burning with the sight of the sexual scene that fueled her rage: the one she loved most was giving "affection" to two strangers.
"That love should have been given entirely to you. I also tasted the bitterness of being betrayed by a loved one but was unable to smash the vinegar jar. Daughter, I will say it again. Smashing the vinegar jar is a foolish act… because it only temporarily relieves the anger… and… pushes the husband to a place you cannot reach."
May gently pushed her daughter away, wiped away An's tears, cupped her face in both hands, and tenderly advised:
"You are the one at fault; you must absolutely not be impulsive and blame Liberte. You should not lose your husband forever because of jealousy; instead, observe carefully how he makes love to those harlots. What tricks do those harlots use to seduce men? What skills does your husband enjoy most in bed? Which positions does he like and dislike the most? Does he enjoy seeing shy, awkward, or wild expressions? What kind of moans does he like to hear from his partner? How lewd should she be? Whatever level they reach, you must surpass it. Remember the most important point: Liberte is a monster in bed, a pervert who loves threesomes and orgies. He also had a penchant for those perverse, incestuous games..."
She did not shy away from that last sentence. Seeing her daughter motionless and silent, she curled her lips and smiled triumphantly. Whenever An figured out a problem and was determined to solve it at all costs, her mind was clear. The daughter, trapped by love, understood every word her mother said.
An felt no embarrassment, no surprise, and certainly no opposition or agreement. She etched the scene of Liberte wielding the "whip," lashing the harlot repeatedly until she raised her hips, deep into her memory.
Every time she was lashed, the wench would twist her hips, exposing her forbidden zone, allowing that powerful "soldier" to penetrate every corner, breach every fortress, destroy the dams, and release the flood. The wench urged her daughter:
"Daughter, hurry and serve your master! You and I must cherish him well, satisfy him, so that we may be spared from the torment of hunger and thirst in the future."
That urging, broken by intervals of gasping, echoed still, caressing Liberte's eardrums. He became even more excited, giving the wench even more "passionate love," making her ecstatic... and the excitement multiplied... when the shy girl joined the game.
Liberte responded wildly to the shy kisses of those pink lips. He lunged at the girl, burying his passion into the two flower stamens welcoming the guest. His hips and waist continued to thrust forward, striking fiercely against the fortress deep within the woman.
The wench moaned for a long time. An narrowed her eyes, realizing that her rival's body was still capable of a few more rounds, yet she pretended to be exhausted, gasping for breath... only to bring pleasure to the daughter.
The little vixen understood, crawled over to wrap her arms around Liberte's neck, kissed his lips deeply, flirtatiously brushed her hair behind her ears, and whispered, blushing:
"No matter what happens in the future, regardless of whether you give my mother and me a status, we will care for you anytime and anywhere, just as a wife serves her husband, cherishing and pampering you just as we do now. I love you; love me, baby!"
Watching the maiden's shy appearance, Liberte offered a faint smile. The last image An and her mother saw was Liberte holding the girl tightly. The little vixen giggled and clung to him, not wanting to leave her "husband" for even a second. They rolled on the cold ground, making love passionately, their bodies entangled in a fiery heat.
The maiden remembered her mother's words: When a man is excited and brimming with passion, a woman must immediately wrap her long legs around him, tightly enveloping his hips so the "man" does not leave her "heart"—while gently coordinating, dancing the dance of love, and with a wild, endless assault, striking the place the man most wants to conquer.
An's mother looked with a cold smile at the lewd revelry joining the fray. The temptress further encouraged her daughter to be even more lewd and passionate, stimulating everyone present to reach the peak of excitement.
"Tsk, this wench is even more lewd than her mother, yet how is she still a virgin? It proves that this mother-daughter pair has ulterior motives. A bunch of spider spirits wants to give the best things to this hunter—who is actually their prey. In this era, the concept of a virgin has changed. But in this starving hell, a virgin's body is priceless, because apart from that thin membrane, these scheming harlots have nothing else to offer those lecherous men hungry for carnal desire..."
An noted every word her mother said... then... silently turned away. She did not want to watch the man she deeply loved have his husband-right stolen by those two wenches at the moment of climax.
The two harlots had disheveled hair, were drenched in sweat and soaked through, gasping for breath, their legs together to prevent the "essence" from flowing out. Fengman smiled faintly as her rival conspired to get pregnant to bind Liberte. She chased after An and advised her daughter to learn all the tricks from those harlots.
That night, An was silent. Usually, the meal was filled with laughter, but now, there was silence from the moment she touched her chopsticks until she went to bed with her mother. She calmly took off her clothes, then coldly removed her mother's.
May worried that her daughter's attitude had changed, but at this very moment, she was secretly overjoyed that her scheme had almost perfectly succeeded. The licentious mother and her wildly depraved daughter spent the whole night passionately, as if they were making love to Liberte.
A week later
The entire village gathered in the square as Wan announced that the Hive had approved Liberte's proposal. The grounds fell into a dead silence; everyone's suspicious gazes and doubts regarding the Hive's conspiracy focused on Wan. No one blinked; no one believed this absurd, strange decree.
Whispers were everywhere, quieter than the buzzing of mosquitoes, yet no one dared to voice any opposition. Just as Wan had feared, the decree carried a deep implication: those who did not believe and obey would suffer. From the elderly to the young, everyone felt fear and doubt. The common folk were accustomed to harsh punishments every day; beatings no longer worked, and all that remained was the fear of death and famine.
Many responded. Some were excited, seeing this as an opportunity to change their lives, while others reluctantly agreed, and the rest remained hesitant. Everyone handled the situation differently, but the only common thread was doubt and insecurity.
The Hive needed the people's trust and support, so someone had to set an example for the ignorant to voluntarily follow. The most suitable candidate was Wan's archenemy. Wan revealed a faint smile as he watched Maria step out from the crowd. She said to Wan clearly:
"Sir, I am here to propose Slin, Mao, Tanya, Sonya, Amy, Emy... and... your daughter as wives for my son."
This proposal was as bold as the heavens and shocked everyone. The crowd stared, dumbfounded, at Maria.
This woman, even more shocking than the horrors of hell… still… acted as naturally as if she were proposing to many women at once, disregarding all morality and ethics, with taking sisters or a mother and daughter as wives feeling more natural than monogamy in this wretched place that had lost all humanity.
She expressed her view: traditional marriage was outdated, unfit for the times, and everything needed to change to adapt to the new life.
"If the girls agree to marry Liberte, the wives must be filial to their mother-in-law and care for their husband's family. They must live in harmony, with no discrimination or insolence. It is strictly forbidden to quarrel with the husband or mother-in-law. Jealousy and vying for favor are forbidden. Liberte can sleep with anyone. The wives must not harbor resentment or jealousy."
Maria smiled gently and turned to An:
"An is, of course, the primary wife. Your daughter has the right to organize, assign, command, and delegate tasks to the other wives. When a daughter-in-law commits a fault, she has the authority to punish her depending on the severity, but she is not allowed to torture them arbitrarily. If your daughter commits a fault, please judge her fairly yourself!"
The crowd whispered and discussed, their voices louder than before, throwing the place into an uproar. Wan smiled secretly at this clever woman. An was the apple of his eye; even if she committed a fault, who would dare to touch Wan's precious daughter?
Maria shifted the responsibility of raising the children onto An's biological father. Wan represented the Hive in issuing the decree, so if he shielded his daughter's crimes, he would lose face and prestige, damaging the Hive's reputation. Wan nodded and accepted the request.
"No problem. The main question is, can your family feed seven daughters-in-law? Does your son have the strength to... uh... make love to seven energetic wives?"
Maria and Liberte both smiled and indicated that it was no problem. The crowd smiled, giggling. Some frowned, revealing expressions of disbelief—Wan was too overbearing, yet he allowed his own daughter and six other girls to marry the same husband.
"Our whole family has pampered An since she was small. She is used to being a princess; whatever she wants, she gets it by any means necessary. If she loses her 'prey,' she kicks, nags, and disturbs her parents. I do not want to lose a single day of peace."
Wan continued excitedly:
"Moreover, my daughter enjoys equal rights with her husband and mother-in-law. She is like a 'Queen.' By becoming in-laws with Maria's family, the hatred between the two houses is also resolved. It is a win-win for everyone, so naturally, as parents, we have no reason to refuse."
An lowered her head, hiding her flushed face, while in reality, she was concealing the hatred for her father, as he intentionally mentioned his daughter's overbearing personality, which was just like his own.
He threatened the girls and intimidated Maria's family, implying that anyone who defied his will or harmed his daughter would pay a bitter price. This "kindness" was salt in the wounds of being turned into a tool."
Liberte gently held An's hand, stopping the anger from shaking her entire body. She looked up, bewildered, as he smiled at her. The warm smile that had vanished that night now ignited her wavering faith, warming the cold loneliness she had endured for so long.
Inside, Maria sneered coldly, despising Wan's hidden motives to corner her—whether she was sincere or reluctant, she had to fear Wan and force her family to resolve the grudge. On the surface, Maria wore a mask of calm, happily watching the joy An had long awaited… and now… she had kicked aside all chaotic emotions.
An's smile was radiant, and she gazed in fascination at her lover. Past, present, and future—the only thing that existed forever in her tearful eyes was Liberte, her lifelong obsession.
Happiness pushed aside the anger; she smiled as she listened to her father state the final reason:
"Most importantly, Liberte is the initiator of this plan, and his family must be the first example for us all. The Hive approves and enthusiastically supports this, hoping Liberte and his wives will soon bear children. So, even if I have to eat tiger liver, I dare not defy it."
He smiled half-heartedly at the seven blushing girls; some gazed aimlessly, while others shyly lowered their heads. An still acted as shyly as before. May smiled, admiring how cleverly her daughter could hide her true feelings. No one knew that after that night, An had changed completely. She listened to Wan speak:
"However… both sides must agree for the marriage to be valid."
Wan looked at each girl:
"Whoever agrees, please raise your hand. Silence means you do not accept sharing a husband."
The soldier sisters, Tanya and Sonya, raised their hands first. Wan clapped, praising them for being decisive, like true soldiers. He glanced at Slin, who was the next to agree. This wench ovulated all year round, and with her husband dead, she would naturally accept.
Amy and Emy were a mother-daughter pair who had voluntarily offered themselves to Liberte a week prior. Both women were excited and secretly celebrated in their hearts.
They had tried everything, at any cost, even abandoning ethics and morals to get close to Liberte, hoping for a solid foundation. The mother and daughter had never imagined that everything would go so smoothly and wonderfully. Both immediately raised their hands to seize the opportunity.
Mao raised her hand without hesitation, though her expression was slightly less joyous than the others. There was serious discord between her and Maria's family. Now, Maria wanted her enemy to marry her son.
Clearly, the "future mother-in-law" was determined to avenge Le—who had been punished after a quarrel with Mao. Mao was furious inside but dared not show it; she concealed her dissatisfaction and cursed Maria's whole family under her breath.
Wan, his wife, and everyone else turned to An. She quietly and gently hugged her husband, buried her rosy, happy face in his chest, and whispered sweet words:
"I love you, my dear husband!"
Such a bold confession and action in front of everyone… was to… prove her true love… and at the same time… mark Liberte's sovereignty as hers.
The concubines were allowed to share a husband with An—that was a blessing accumulated from eighteen lifetimes of good deeds; they had better not think of stealing her husband.
Wan and his wife laughed happily, clapping to celebrate this first joyous event. The officers and villagers reacted enthusiastically, offering endless warm blessings and flowery praise for the Hive's wisdom and the couple's love. They waited eagerly for the grand wedding, looking forward to a great feast after months of sleeping with hungry bellies.