Side Story: Hell on Earth
Chapter 122
Waste Paper
Humans were originally warm-blooded animals.
But...
That was for ordinary people who were like everyone else. For that fellow who crawled out of the mire of humiliation, whose body suffered the torture of evil ghosts, the torment of the hunger demon, and all kinds of abuse, whose outlook on life also degenerated... froze... whose warm blood... turned into... cold blood.
He didn't care at all about hatred, jealousy, envy, and dissatisfaction... which were... step by step guiding his distorted thoughts. He also secretly regretted and blamed himself for why he hadn't chosen this path earlier... the path that... ordinary people had always preached was one leading astray.
If, from the day the disaster began, he had realized the truth that good people die young and bad people live long, he would have merged with the darkness... to... enjoy the days of ruling the fate of those who were being turned by him into tools for manipulation and the venting of desires... as if... enjoying earthly happiness at this moment... holding two naked women in his arms who were lying beside him.
On the left was a lady of wealth and status, a golden branch and jade leaf, the pearl in Wan's hands. On the right was the woman who ate at the same table with Wan, lived in the same house, and slept in the same bed with Wan.
From that moment of revelry, he completely replaced the husband's role and became the bedfellow of that group of hypocritically demure promiscuous women.
The mirror of chastity reflected a completely different attitude... when... they engaged in a crazy wheel battle with him all night long, drenched in sweat, their bodies covered in primal marks.
He sneered at the two bitches who closed their eyes yet weren't sleeping at all. That pervert recalled that lustful face flushed scarlet from intense desire... concealing the resentful traces of being turned into a prostitute by a lowlife.
Every continuous moan on the surface caressed the sense of hearing that enjoyed listening to passionate sounds, praising that the man on the bed had skills ten thousand times stronger than her own husband...
Actually...
Those words of flattery, praising him to the heavens... in order to... conceal all hostile emotions, humiliatingly and willingly acting as sex slaves to serve the pervert to satisfy beastly desires... yet... that grievance still left traces in the bitter tears, reddening the lustful eyes and exchanging tender glances through their expressions.
The promiscuous woman and the enchantress performed their role-play perfectly, their double-flying technique was proficient, and their coordination was tacit and in sync, proving that they had engaged in group battles multiple times, draining the strength of the man they desired day and night.
At that moment...
The enchantress and the promiscuous woman acted as if they weren't acting at all, offering that kind of desire to him. The pervert's mind was muddled, and amidst wild lust, he gave birth to the fantasy of successfully conquering his enemy, wishing he could tear him into ten thousand pieces.
He was immersed in that kind of fantasy throughout the entire debauchery...
After the game of cat and mouse ended, he woke up from his daze almost immediately. That dazed ghost trembled all over, feeling fear... silently... thanking the goddess of fortune for awakening the reason that was almost bewitched by the siren.
He comfortably stretched, doing a few movements to loosen up his body. He raised his hand, wanting to pat the slave's cheek, when the smartphone suddenly rang.
He picked it up and saw the characters "Son-in-law" displayed on the screen. That pervert sneered and hung up the call. The smartphone switched back to the home screen, and the photo and video sections caught his eyes first. This type of smartphone had a function that recorded the user's recent access history.
Originally there was nothing worth paying attention to... if... in those days she hadn't repeatedly and stealthily fiddled with her smartphone, looked around from time to time, and as soon as she saw his figure or someone appearing, hurriedly stopped and stuffed the smartphone into her pocket.
That strange behavior at the time prompted him to curiously enter the photo album to see what explosive content there was. A box for entering a password appeared on the screen.
He was stunned for a few seconds, asking himself: if they were just ordinary photos and videos, why the hell did he need to set a password?
He became increasingly eager to explore the secret, but he wasn't in a hurry to look for the password just yet; currently he hadn't determined whether the two girls were truly asleep or pretending, and couldn't act too hastily.
After pondering over and over, he decided to touch the sensitive spots on the left girl's body... just like... how he used to tease her before.
His finger touched below her navel, and she unconsciously gently brushed away his hand, her movement resembling chasing away a crawling ant. She rubbed the skin of her abdomen, and after patting two or three times, lay there motionless.
He still wasn't at ease, and turned to check the girl on the right. That pervert gently kneaded the plump and rounded breasts, rising and falling with the irregular breathing, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes intermittent... but... when... they finished murmuring that sentence:
"Hubby, stop messing around, let me sleep peacefully."
She rolled over again, turning her back to him, her breathing steady and no longer intermittent. That sweet sleep-talking as usual during deep sleep wasn't said to him... but... left for her deeply loved husband.
The two girls' performances were exactly the same as when they were teased by him usually. He smugly concluded that they were truly asleep, not pretending as he had initially mistakenly thought. Thus, he entered numbers related to May and An, and the screen displayed a password error.
He patiently tried a few more times, and it still displayed a password error. Right at that moment, May moved, humming softly in her mouth. He hurriedly placed the smartphone back in its place, stroked May's hair with a full face of smiles, and kissed her forehead. May rubbed her eyes, gave a big yawn, propped her head with her hands, and looked up at An:
"Is that girl still sleeping?"
An frowned, opened her eyes groggily, covered her mouth to yawn, and listlessly dragged her body to follow behind that pervert who lifted May up in one go.
The three of them waded into the pool in the cave, bathed and scrubbed each other's backs, washing away the filth. That pervert went ashore, spreading his limbs wide to let the two women dry his body with towels.
May and An calmly served, wiping his whole body, except for the wet lower body. Both of them had to enthusiastically and energetically brush with their lips and lick with their tongues to perform personal cleaning for him.
He secretly and smugly mocked that posture of maidservants loyally serving their master... but... in their hearts, they were definitely digging up the ancestors of that humiliating person down to the eighteenth generation from their graves to curse and abuse.
After completing the task, they wiped their bodies clean with another towel, put on neat clothes, and approached the cave entrance, holding the smartphone. Those three adulterous fellows carefully observed outside, and after confirming it was safe, everyone left the secret rendezvous location one by one.
Day 15
No sunlight. No rain. No wind. A day with nothing eye-catching... but... it wasn't an ordinary day like usual.
Today...
The monarch ordered an inspection of all account books belonging to the government, military, and civilians, student textbooks, anyone's diaries—and even the documents inside the monarch's palace were no exception.
This was a regulation carried out routinely once a year, used to investigate violations, and thoroughly clean up and reorganize those tattered or no longer used account books, books, papers, documents, and archives, and destroy them, recycle and reuse them to make various items such as firecrackers, or tear them into waste paper to paste things.
May was most proficient in such collection, sorting, and recycling, and the monarch decided to let her join the inspection team. Maria was skilled in accounting, and the monarch transferred her into the team managing and auditing finances, national treasury, expense account books, and administrative archives. Maria had a calm personality and silently and brilliantly completed all tasks.
May always smiled at everyone. She was more lively, active, and enthusiastic than other employees. When organizing books, she greeted the students with a smile on her face, and when reading diaries and listing account books, she chatted and laughed with the military and civilians.
Whenever the two happened to meet, she was always very friendly to Maria. Every time archives and documents were handed over, one side went over to sign and confirm, and the other side took misplaced documents to give to the other party for processing; this pair of in-laws would chat about work and care for each other's daily lives.
Wan didn't care about this matter at all. Although they belonged to two different teams, they shared inspection and control duties, and it was normal for them to meet and help each other.
The problem was... the frequency of Maria and May meeting, and the number of times May came to find Maria, began to increase, gradually catching his attention. He secretly monitored every move of these two people related to him.
Every day after work, May immediately reported to her superior. May neatly and efficiently handled archives, documents, and old paper. She completely concentrated on reviewing and approving that thick document, which recorded the history of transactions and business trades of supplies, fabrics, fruits, weapons, and daily necessities from the past up to the present.
May carefully checked every line, every word, and every item on the archives, but did not find any abnormalities... except... the final parts of all transaction and trade-related documents, as well as some other materials, were all signed by Wan and stamped with a red seal. Those familiar handwriting strokes brought to mind the next rendezvous with X...
A week ago...
After tangling through three intense rounds in the cave, deeply sowing his seed into the very places meant to bear children for their husbands, X comfortably lay there, stroking and caressing the two sweat-drenched bodies. Smugly, he opened a video clip on his smartphone, chuckled, and said:
"I have prepared a gift for you..."
X watched with cold eyes as the flush on May's and An's faces turned iron-blue. The intoxicating lingering echoes of the groans abruptly stopped... immediately followed... as that stimulating sound continuously echoed in the video, by the deeply hidden humiliation and the resentment they dared not harbor, transforming into sudden fury.
The screen played footage of Wan and Maria having a private affair, just as the three of them had secretly been in a relationship all along. An and May were so furious that their faces turned red and ears turned purple, gnashing their teeth and hissing:
"What on earth is going on here? When did the two of them hook up?"
"This is truly unbelievable..."
X gave a cold sneer and said arrogantly:
"The dog dislikes the cat for having too much hair, but in truth, the dog's own body hair is conversely even more than the cat's."
Facing the vicious sarcasm, these two women had not a shred of shame; whether mother or daughter, they shamelessly argued:
"Hey, we are forced by circumstances..."
"That's right, we cannot choose to refuse..."
X still put on a disdainful attitude:
"You mean to say that you willingly slept with a man to protect your family members, while Maria cheated to satisfy her desires and even hooked up with an in-law; is she simply worse than pigs and dogs?"
May and An immediately retorted:
"Those are your words, don't put words into other people's mouths."
"That's right, Mom and I are just shocked by this unbelievable truth..."
X unhurriedly opened the second "movie". The video showed him accurately entering the password for the photo and video library on May's smartphone.
The screen showed him opening the video, frantically and obsessively watching the segment where Wan tortured and sexually abused Maria, forcing her to marry the Great General in order to carry out the scheme of "stealing the dragon and swapping the phoenix."
Smugly, X copied the original video to his own smartphone. At this moment, he shook the smartphone in his hand and lewdly gave a wicked smile:
"Oh, if Liberte knows this truth, will he be as shocked as the two of you? Hehehe..."
An remained silent, not daring to say a single half-word. May mustered all her courage and stutteringly asked:
"How do you know the password?"
This question was by no means superfluous; X gave a cold sneer and thought to himself that May was trying to extract information to better understand the other party. He clicked his tongue and said:
"This trick does not work on me."
May forcefully suppressed her anger and urged X to get straight to the point. X did not want to drag things out and waste time any longer; he sternly demanded of May and An:
"Wan is definitely still plotting other dirty things. Go find evidence that accuses him of his crimes."
May and An both understood what X said: Wan was insatiably greedy and insanely bold, actually daring to deliberately scheme against and deceive the grand marshal; naturally, he could do anything heaven-shaking as long as it was beneficial to himself. The mother and daughter looked at each other and listened as X mocked:
"Hmph, what are you still cherishing that damned beast for? He betrayed both of you, mother and daughter, and is plotting wrongdoing. If we don't get rid of him now and draw a clear line with Wan, once the grand marshal discovers this secret in the future, he will surely vent his anger on everyone connected to him. When that time comes, we will all die a miserable death..."
May and her mother trembled with fear, imagining the scene of dying without an intact corpse, and their complexions turned ashen. They had to prevent that terrible consequence from happening. The mother and daughter unhesitatingly used their lewd bodies to accept his demand, clinging to X throughout the entire night and refusing to leave...
X's smug laughter echoed in the memory. May gently shook her head, stood on tiptoe, and reached out to get the documents on the high shelf. With a slight slip, a notebook slid from her hand, crashing to the ground along with other files. The colleagues beside her picked things up while blaming May for being careless:
"Hey, where did you put your brain?"
"What a waste of time..."
May hurriedly apologized and bent down to pick things up. The others only picked up the outer materials; they let May suffer the consequences of her own actions, and she had to check by herself whether any account books had fallen under the shelf.
May pressed her head close to the ground to look inside, pulling out the files one by one, document by document, and neatly arranging them beside and in front of her.
The inspection team strictly enforced the regulations issued by "the Hive": anyone who did something wrong had to correct the mistake themselves, seeking help from others was forbidden, and anyone who helped would be punished.
The entire team left to attend to the unfinished work, leaving May to struggle with pulling out each book and stacking them into piles together with the account books that had fallen outside, forming tall stacks.
May looked underneath again, pulling out a thick and long notebook, which covered a yellowed slip of paper underneath. May muttered to herself:
"How come there is still a slip of paper here, and it's even yellowed, what is this?"
Just as she pulled it halfway out, the name Wan signed at the end of the slip of paper caught her eye. Wan had always been meticulous in his work; a cautious person could not sign casually. This was definitely an important document that forced him to sign and confirm.
May chuckled smugly to herself; this slip of paper might precisely be what X forced her to look for. May worried about being caught on camera, but fortunately, her left hand was holding a stack of files, so she pressed it down on the ledger, concealing that piece of paper.
She pretended to lean over to check the bottom of the shelf as an excuse to cover everything beneath her, while smoothly pulling out the slip of paper and rolling it into her palm.
The camera transmitted the footage in real time to the monitoring room. The technical staff found no anomalies. The monarch shrewdly noticed that her movements just now were a bit strange, as if she had hidden something. The monarch calmly picked up the red wine glass, took a sip, and leisurely watched the subsequent development of the situation.
After some review, the team leader discovered a portion of the materials related to Wan. He immediately contacted the monarch via radio. The monarch smiled faintly and said:
"Transfer May to another department; from now on, she has no right to audit the ledgers."
On the surface, May accepted the order reluctantly and gloomily, but inwardly she was secretly thrilled. She didn't know how to get rid of this mess, and never expected to make a full retreat so smoothly and leave this dangerous place openly and honorably.
She completed all her tasks, came to a safe place, pulled out the slip of paper, and read the contents regarding the fine for late delivery written on it. May read it back and forth several times, yet found no abnormalities. She guessed to herself:
"He is exceptionally brilliant; perhaps he can see things that I fail to notice..."
May, full of expectation, waited for the days when the inspection team completed the preliminary review, and they immediately transferred all archives and documents to Liberte for the final review. He had to follow these principles:
"Whichever part has been reviewed, submit it directly to the monarch. Unauthorized modification or deletion of content details is strictly prohibited; if there are any omissions or concealments, the person in charge will face severe punishment. Temporarily suspend all other work, focus on processing the archives and documents, with no submission time limit. Report immediately upon completion of the task."
Liberte buried his head to meticulously check every detail, evaluate every document and archive, analyze every single word, and carefully compare every nook and cranny of all things amidst mountains of ledgers. Time flew by, and a month flashed past in an instant; Liberte completed three-quarters of the materials. He marked this batch of paper documents according to the following categories:
Read once
Needs re-reading
Needs re-inspection and comparison with other materials
He turned a page, frowned, and picked up the paper sandwiched between the pages, reading the words written on it: "delivery contract breach penalty notice".
Liberte looked through it once and found nothing unusual. The date written on the slip was three years ago, and he did not know why it got mixed up in a pile of irrelevant materials; someone must have misfiled it. But feeling that it was just a worthless document, he casually threw it into the trash can and continued his review. His smartphone rang, and he answered the call to hear An say:
"You haven't been home for a month, and the children and I miss you very much. Please take a day off and come home for dinner today."
The monarch was observing through the monitoring screen, listening as An's voice clearly transmitted from the smartphone. The monarch smiled slightly; Liberte had always been so upright and transparent, and he had never done anything sneaky that would harm "the Hive". When he requested permission to go home for a family meal, the monarch readily agreed.
Liberte told his wife the good news. He still left the pile of half-done documents in place, grabbed his cloak from the backrest, dressed neatly, and bowed toward the camera to salute the monarch.
The monarch waved a hand to signal that there was no need for such formalities. He expressed his thanks, left the room, and drove home.
The wives eagerly asked if their husband's daily diet was sufficient and if his sleep was sufficient? An and May softly advised him not to be too obsessed with work and stay up too late, so as not to affect his health.
Liberte took a sip of wine and answered the questions one by one. He cut the red wine-stewed beef slices, ate with relish, and smiled as he gazed at An feeding the children.
The children of Amy, Emy, and Slin rushed over and hugged his thighs. Liberte pinched each child's cheeks, asking how their studies and life at school were, and whether they were happier at home or at school? The children were innocent and lively, laughing and chattering as they spoke, finishing one topic only to talk about another.
Liberte nodded and listened, from time to time praising this one for being obedient, and telling that child not to be mischievous or unruly whether at home or at school, and to listen to their mothers and teachers. After chatting for a while, the children called out that they were sleepy, so the mothers wiped their mouths, took them to the bathroom, and then coaxed them to sleep.
The sisters Tonya and Sonya wanted to get close to their husband, but still carried a sense of inferiority from past events. They were also afraid that Liberte would expend his physical strength and suffer double the hardship the next day, so they did not dare to make excessive demands and asked permission to return to their rooms.
Mao did not care whether Liberte wanted to be intimate with her or not. After he, May, and An finished eating, Mao cleared the table, washed the dishes, and went to bed, hugging a pillow as she slept.
Liberte sat in his own room drinking water. May and An wore cicada-wing-thin lace-embroidered nightgowns without underwear, revealing their lewd bodies.
The mother pinched his shoulders and the daughter massaged his legs, serving the husband in their eyes. May observed the scene displayed on the screen of the wives looking listless and unhappy, tossing and turning two or three times before finally falling asleep. May immediately sat dissolutely on Liberte's lap.
She cast lewd, fluid glances, lightly kissed Liberte's lips, and let out a coquettish giggle at his habitually expressionless face. Regardless of what An was doing—unzipping his pants, caressing, and obsessively kissing the "husband"—Liberte focused only on every word May said:
"I found the evidence against Wan, and I will hand it to you... but..." - May placed her finger on Liberte's lips, traced it downward to the front of his collar, and unbuttoned his buttons one by one - "Cherish our mother and daughter well tonight... and..." - She pulled open his clothes, revealing his sturdy chest, which was covered with scratch marks, stab wounds, slash wounds, and marks left by deep whip lashes - "Promise me and An, no matter what the future holds, please forgive me and An, and love us just like before!"
May chuckled inwardly, celebrating victory... in that moment... a look of triumph was hidden deep within Liberte's cold eyes, then vanished in an instant. He let out a cold laugh, sealing the deal with a deep kiss.
May wrapped her arms around Liberte's shoulders, giggling cheerfully as she watched the "husband" carry her onto the pink princess bed... every day... it was An who shared intimacy with the husband, today... the daughter... was... burning with eager anticipation to share intimacy with the husband alongside her mother.
The mother and daughter pounced on Liberte like beasts that had been starved for a long time. The three of them stripped off each other's clothes, not separating for a single second, rolling and engaging in wild orgies on the bed until 12:00 AM, when they finally called a truce to conserve their energy and replenish their stamina for tomorrow's business trip.
"Next time you must 'love' the two of us, mother and daughter, all night until dawn..."
Liberte kissed both of their lips and softly said, "Go to sleep."
The next morning, Liberte opened his eyes and woke up to find May and An lying beside him. The mother and daughter drank him in as he woke up late and missed the censorship time, then giggled softly, while he showed no trace of panic or fear at all.
"Dear husband, aren't you worried about being punished by the monarch?"
Liberte smiled indifferently:
"The monarch granted me leave to go home, and he long anticipated that I would be late due to 'caring' for the family. The monarch will not unreasonably punish me."
May teasingly and enthusiastically remarked:
"Wow, dear husband truly understands the monarch..."
Liberte concisely spat out three words:
"Where is the evidence?"
May and An giggled. Liberte had not changed at all over all these years; he still did not say a single redundant word. May puffed out her proud chest, letting Liberte see the paper wedged between her cleavage.
This promiscuous woman utilized every single minute and second to make merry with him, and Liberte followed her wishes, which brought him a hundred benefits and not a single harm. Liberte gently rubbed his lips against the snow-white skin, slightly opened his mouth to hold the evidence, took the paper, and read the words on the receipt:
"The Hive" May 16, Year 10 Delivery Contract
Breach Penalty
Notice Supplying Unit: Blue Ocean Trading Group
Contract Number: 0389745621
Order: Food, fresh fruit
Delivery deadline: No more than 12 days from the date of dispatch
Dispatch date: 05/01 Delivery deadline: 05/12
Actual delivery date: 05/16
Days delayed: 04 days
Breach content: Delivery later than the specified deadline, affecting product quality. Degree of impact: Some goods crushed and damaged, freshness reduced, failing to meet warehousing standards.
Cargo value: 1,000,000
Proportion of affected goods: 20%
Loss value: 200,000
Compensation: 200,000
Breach penalty: 50,000
Total: 250,000 Processing basis: Article 12, Paragraph 2 of the "621/BX Supply Contract".
Responsible party: Blue Ocean Trading Group
Document maker: Wan
Confirmer: Wan Signature: Wan
He suddenly recalled the piece of paper that was thrown into the trash can yesterday. Outside, pouring rain fell, thunder roared, violently striking his subconscious—May 16th of that year was also pouring rain with thunder and lightning, roaring just like today.
Liberte hurriedly got out of bed and rushed to put on his clothes. May and An looked at each other in blank dismay, their faces full of incomprehension; the two of them had never seen Liberte become so frantic over something like this before.
He was excited, overjoyed, yet nervous, so eager that he didn't even brush his teeth or wash his face, directly skipped breakfast, and was too lazy to tidy up his clothes neatly, instead running quickly toward the car, stepping on the gas pedal, and driving at full speed toward the censorship room.