Chapter 3
Threaten
Hoang Kim's vision blurred, his head spinning as the world around him twisted with every unsteady step. The biting winter wind pierced through him, and snow blanketed the white sky, yet his body was gradually heating up, burning from the inside out.
An unusual heat coursed through his body, spreading like electricity, igniting his senses. His mind becomes unstable. The scent of perfume from the person beside him hit his nose—its fragrance only intensified his arousal.
Dazed, Hoang Kim lifts his gaze to the blonde girl supporting him, their bodies pressed close, making her cheeks flush with embarrassment. He recognized her—it was Anh Dao. Yet, confusion grips him; how has he ended up in this place, lost in the depths of a dark, dense forest? He distinctly remembered falling asleep while visiting a dying girl stricken with late-stage cancer. And yet, somehow, here he was.
At this moment, the fan's father and Anh Dao lead him toward a luxurious mansion. At the entrance, two guards stepped forward, taking over and escorting Hoang Kim inside. Their footsteps tap sharply against the marble floor, the rhythmic clacks echo throughout the grand villa.
They guided Hoang Kim all the way down to the basement. After opening the door, they shove him inside and quickly lock it from the outside. Hoang Kim lunges forward, pounding on the door repeatedly, shouting loudly:
- What are you doing? Open the door this instant!
In response to him were the girls' astonished exclamations. Hoang Kim patted his head, trying to shake off the dizziness. He saw three girls on the mattress.
The first is a young married woman, wearing a tight-fitting crimson dress that clings to her voluptuous curves. Her plunging neckline reveals a fertile beauty that seems to be burning with the volcano.
The ambiguity ends, the strength gradually returns, and the strange heat does not diminish but provokes insanity, consumed by the fire of lust.
His burning gaze shifts from the seductive figure to the two girls clinging to the married woman.
The girl on the right wears a sheer camisole that reveals her fair, rosy skin—her body radiating the freshness of youth in full bloom. Her ultra-short pink shorts cling tightly to her forbidden zone, leaving her slender thighs fully exposed. She sweeps her eyes—sharper than blades—straight at the lecherous intruder.
She is so strong, while the girl on the left is incredibly shy. That timid girl is visibly repulsed by the man's sweaty, glistening face, and his gaze—brimming with desire—utterly terrifies her. Her cheeks flush red as she awkwardly tries to hide her heaving body inside a sheer black silk dress, embroidered with lace.
With her right hand, she bashfully pulls her dress down. Tragically, it does little to conceal her 'source peach creek.' No matter how hard she tries to cover up, that heavenly garden remains faintly visible, peeking through the bottom slit of her sexy lace cut-out thong panties—adorned with delicate butterfly wing embroidery, as if ready to flutter and take flight at any moment.
The pink lights on both sides of the wall adjust themselves, sometimes dimming as if about to go out, other times casting shimmering hues that dance over sensual bodies. Flickering under the seductive ambiance, everyone appears uniquely beautiful, flawless in their own way, igniting a deep desire within him. Unable to escape, Hoang Kim fears losing control. He searched himself thoroughly, only to find his phone had been stolen. Furious, Hoang Kim pounded on the door with a loud, resounding thud.
- What exactly do you want?
JK answers the question with a hoarse laugh. People turned to the screen installed above the door. The media magnate took off his serious mask, revealing his smug, triumphant face:
- Stop screaming unnecessarily, stay healthy, and enjoy this spring night with the three beauties. This priceless gift is a reward for the national hero!
Hoang Kim could hardly believe that a man of high moral character, always dignified, speaking grandly of righteousness and morality, was engaged in such a deceitful game. Hoang Kim didn't understand why the old man had trapped him. His sword-like brows furrow, as if piercing deeply into his angular, muscle-defined face, his rage burns fiercely:
- Who ordered you to harm us?
JK answered the question with a hoarse laugh. People turned to the screen installed above the door. The media magnate took off his serious mask, revealing his smug, triumphant face:
- Stop screaming unnecessarily, stay healthy, and enjoy this spring night with the three beauties. This priceless gift is a reward for the national hero!
Hoang Kim could hardly believe it. A man of high moral character, always dignified and speaking grandly of righteousness and morality, was engaged in such a deceitful game. Hoang Kim didn't understand why the old man had trapped him. His sword-like brows furrowed, piercing deeply into his angular, muscle-defined face as his rage burned fiercely:
- Who ordered you to harm us?
There is no enmity between Hoang Kim and JK; they simply have an ordinary social relationship. However, countless people want to destroy the hero's career and shatter his life. Among the jealous crowd are a group of young masters and noblemen who pursue famous beauties.
Sadly, these vain girls merely flirt with him, expressing what they call "feelings." In the past, men admired beauty, and women were drawn to talent. Today, while men continue to admire beauty, women seem increasingly captivated by wealth over talent.
Sometimes, wealth and power cannot always keep up with fame. Beautiful women enjoy having the title of 'Wind God's son's girlfriend,' which makes the world both admire and envy their noble status. Meanwhile, those young playboys hide under the enormous shadow of their parents. The spoiled young masters hide behind their parents, acting like foxes borrowing the tiger's might, to harm Hoang Kim — just like all the other illicit dealings their families actively engage in.
To heavyweight athletic opponents, Hoang Kim is like an irritating thorn. If they eliminate him, the path to fame becomes wider and smoother—not to mention the billions of dollars in bets: the national hero loses his career because of women.
JK is a media tycoon who holds wealth, fame, and power. However, this old man is not the highest authority. Perhaps, it is someone even more powerful than JK who ordered the planning of this despicable scheme. JK scoffs at Hoang Kim's conspiracy theory:
- Tsk, got it, so miserable, always forced to say it, enjoy it. This is a foursome, and you're still wasting your energy. I'm afraid you won't reach the pinnacle, let alone bring the beauties to fairyland.
JK pulls out a cigar, and Anh Dao takes out a lighter to light it. The old man takes a deep drag, exhales the smoke, and his gaze falls on Hoang Kim, who helplessly scratches his head.
- You're lucky—but you refuse to enjoy it? Is that what you want, national hero? Well, I've already given you the 'the Emperor's three beauties in one night' aphrodisiac. Even a holy emperor or a cruel tyrant would indulge until their pupils dilate. Once absorbed into your bloodstream, the mysterious aphrodisiac will grant you the strength of three healthy men, your energy will surge, and you'll climax again and again—driving those women wild all night long!
JK tapped the ashtray and took a long, hissing drag.
- You've shown no response. But this aphrodisiac will eventually force you to unleash your deepest desires on women. Resist it, and the fire of lust will burn your internal organs—you'll bleed from every orifice and die a miserable death. Tsk. What a waste of time. You've got ten minutes.
He turned to the three trembling girls:
- Thanh Ngoc—what are you and your daughter waiting for? Turn him on!
The Ngoc mother and daughter made up their minds, took a shower to clean themselves, wore erotic clothes at JK's request, and waited for an hour. No one could have imagined that JK had forced them to become intimate with the star Hoang Kim.
Surprise turns into horror as Hoang Kim appears like a devil; his dark skin turns purple and red, and sticky sweat covers his face, spreading all over his body, with his clothes clinging to his wet skin. The girls are most afraid of his bloodshot red eyes, streaked with an extreme thirst for lust.
Hoang Kim is more shocked than anyone else; it is unbelievable that four people are forced to spend the night together for no reason. Not to mention, he can't imagine that JK forces him to spend the night together with the mother and her two daughters.
Hoang Kim is tortured by a mysterious aphrodisiac whose medicinal properties stimulate a man's instincts, and whenever he avoids looking, he is instantly compelled to fix his gaze on the mysterious places on the bodies of the beauties.
Several times, the demon tries to swoop down to tear the three princesses apart. Hoang Kim squeezes his hands so tightly that they bleed, trying to hold on to the legs that are about to move. The cannon begins to move
The six-part demon shape, the three-part beast, and only one part of a human scare the victim's soul beyond the clouds.
The Lan sisters shiver and hug their mother tightly, unable to relax for even half a second. Suong does not dare to raise his head but buries his face in his mother's lap. Lan shrinks and trembles repeatedly, hiding behind her mother, embracing her mother and younger sister with tightly clenched arms, as if afraid of losing her loved ones forever.
Deep down, Ngoc worries that the 'devil' will torture the mother and daughter to death. Their bodies and souls are buried in foul slime. Lucky to escape death, the mother and her two daughters suffer from an inferiority complex and phobia for a lifetime. Fearing that losing her daughter would be worse than being eaten by the devil, the mother tries to keep the tears from welling up in the corners of her eyes to reassure her daughter.
Hoang Kim's rationality was overwhelmed by his carnal desire, yet he still recognized that fear had suffocated the psyche of the mother and daughter. JK's threats were designed to terrify all three girls. The old man's schemes primarily targeted Hoang Kim — and if the national hero were to take his own life, JK might spare Ngoc and her daughters. They were just ordinary women; even if they brought charges against JK, no one would believe them.
Hoang Kim is concerned about strangers, yet he never forgets his mother. He sacrifices his life to free innocent people, leaving his mother to bear a lifetime of sorrow as the cost of his actions. If he indulges in sinful deeds, JK will use explicit films to let the world witness that night of pleasure. The earth will be filled with depraved images, and Hoang Kim, along with the three girls, will be buried in the quagmire of shame. Day by day, his mother endures ridicule from the world.
The prospect of hell forces him to make up his mind. Hoang Kim bites his lip until it bleeds, wanting to use pain to prevent the beast within him from escaping its cage. The hero rushes forward, slamming his head against the wall, but unexpectedly, he falls to the ground.
Hoang Kim feels a little dizzy, yet there is no scratch. He stares intensely at the plastic imitation stone wall. The door is made of faux wood, and the floor is plastic. This room is designed for four people to prevent suicide. Hoang Kim screams in anger as he hears JK burst into wild laughter:
- It's true that you can't live if you want to, and you can't die if you want to. It is real! Hahaha…
Hoang Kim sacrifices himself so that the mother and her daughters may live with their dignity intact. He sacrifices mainly for his mother. The mother and two daughters dedicate themselves to saving their daughter and sister. Sharing the same fate, they understand each other's pain. He worries about strangers to some extent, but he does not care about himself.
The mother and daughters no longer see him as a devil. The innocent woman mourns and recognizes the kindness of those who willingly sacrifice themselves. The mother and daughters secretly glance at Hoang Kim; though fear has not completely disappeared, their emotions have grown more stable.
Under JK's disdainful gaze, the girls look at Hoang Kim with infatuation, as if the mother and her two daughters are all his lovers. JK waits for a long time; his victim does not fulfill the contract yet still cares about 'love and affection.' The old man curses angrily:
Hoang Kim feels just as powerless. He rages against the cruel fate that has cast four innocent souls into despair. If they refuse to bow to humiliation, they will all perish together. This sin will ravage their bodies, torment their souls, and forever become a haunting nightmare.
Ironically, if the secret is revealed, the world will only know half the truth. Everyone will condemn and bury it, without understanding—and without even wanting to understand—how the four have sacrificed themselves for their family and how their attempt to protect one another is ultimately swallowed by darkness.
Hoang Kim's eyes burn as he glares at the screen.
- JK, what do you mean by gang rape?
JK didn't respond; instead, the old man left the difficult matters to Ngoc. She revealed everything:
- Anyone who opposes JK is immediately ordered by him to be humiliated to death!
Ngoc gently moved her daughter's hand away, but the Lan sisters refused to let go. The two girls screamed in panic, choking back their tears of grievance:
- No, Mother, don't go!
Hoang Kim said indignantly:
- JK, you're not human...
JK scratched his ear and clicked his tongue:
- Crap, where are the people? Come in!
Ten bodyguards burst into the room. Hoang Kim and Thanh Ngoc panicked and shouted in unison:
Wait a moment!"
JK slammed the table and roared:
- Donkeys like to be heavy, huh? You dare provoke me and stall for time? No one's leaving until I'm satisfied!
He sneered at the blazing fury in all four of them.
- You'll do exactly as I say!
The victims glared at JK angrily; if the fire of hatred could penetrate the screen and burn the mastermind, their fiery gazes would reduce the old man to ashes. No more curses were worthy of such despicable people. Ngọc moved her daughter's hand away again. The Lan sisters hugged their mother, trembling. Their mother gently exhorted them and mentioned Luu Ly.
- We must endure this humiliation… for Luu Ly's sake. My children, treat this as a nightmare—nothing more.