Chapter 6
Yearning
JK ordered Hoang Kim to lie down on the mattress, squinting at the cannon with a face twisted in disgust.
- Tsk, so dirty. Suong, Lan — clean his gun with your mouths.
The order made the sisters' bodies tremble; their brows furrowed as they dared not look at the slime-covered object — wetter than a skinned rat. Fear, having momentarily subsided, surged again. If they hesitated any longer, both mother and two daughters could face a tragic end.
Hoang Kim felt helpless and full of guilt; he turned his face away. Suong and Lan slowly approached.
Ngoc had just endured a fierce ordeal. Her body, having gone long without such "exercise," was still somewhat fatigued. She placed a hand on the mattress and sat up, revealing a face flushed with excitement and lewd anticipation as she pleaded with JK:
- My daughter has never done this before. He's not satisfied. I'm not satisfied. I want more excitement!
Ngoc doesn't wait for JK's consent; she crawls toward Hoang Kim's lower body, appears extremely desirous of sex. The daughter protects the mother, and the mother sacrifices everything for the daughter. The Lan sisters lower their heads simultaneously, allowing those dirty things to humiliate them.
JK smirks and tilts his head to look at Ngoc pretending to be a whore. In the end, she weeps in sorrow, watching her daughters tremble as they wipe away every stain clinging to the superfluous object. Ngoc must witness the tears of humiliation soaking her daughter's face, yet no one dares to stop even for a second. The mother is collapsing, crying silently. Hoang Kim has never been as useless as he is now — lying still in humiliation, "enjoying" it, while swallowing his rage and letting JK toy with everyone.
- Mother's love is great, so touching! - JK pretends to wipe away tears - You're not satisfied yet, so feed him seafood yourself until he's full; he still craves your cockles! Hahaha...
JK shakes his head, clicks his tongue, takes a sip of tea, and watches as Ngoc spreads her legs, pressing Hoang Kim's face down.
- Ladies gush like springs, or heroes' fireworks bloom. You, mother and daughter, change positions just to 'bathe' the hypocrite's face, washing away that false appearance!
JK frowns, watching the Lan sisters awkwardly clean for Hoang Kim, but they are still not careful enough and almost scrape off the paint on the cannon.
- Are you two trying to destroy the weapon?
He asks with a frown. The mother and daughter, furious, their faces turning purple, listen to the old man's instructions:
- Take your time. Gently caress it with your lips, run your tongue along the weapon, and absolutely do not use your teeth. - The old man clicks his tongue, making a disgusting sound, and continues - Just imagine you're tasting delicious ice cream! Hehehe...
The purplish hue on their faces slowly darkens into deep red. The mother and her two daughters, furious and humiliated, have no choice but to obey the old man if they want to finish quickly. JK nods firmly and commands the Lan sisters to carry out the task:
- Turn around, you two, with your backsides facing his hands while eating ice cream!
Ngoc lowered her head and closed her eyes, unable to bear seeing her daughter turned into a mere plaything. The Lan sisters sobbed bitterly, turning their backsides toward Hoang Kim. This was the most fucked-up game ever.
Anh Dao—the powerful assistant—understood why JK had pushed the four people into the mud. However, the torture they endured, making them wish for death, far exceeded imagination.
Anh Dao was furious at JK and at her own actions, her conscience weighed down by guilt. The blonde girl lowered her head in shame before the unforgivable karma, and she too became a part of this crime.
JK laughed heartily, like a madman, his beast-like face twisting with excitement. His eyes were fixed on the four people, who took turns entangling and writhing in pleasure.
The Lan sisters are filled with fear at this perverse game. When Hoang Kim intrudes upon their birthplace, the two girls are shocked by their mother's embarrassed sound. Now, Hoang Kim dares not wade into the Peach Blossom Spring, only lingering on the shore, while the girls shudder with disgust each time.
Within moments, the daughter understands why her mother keeps her distance from those she loves. The sensitive touch forces the tormented virgins to bite their lips tightly to stifle the shameful sounds, lest JK mock them — though they still can't stop their bodies from reacting instinctively.
The fountain of youth quietly erodes the cage that symbolizes reason, and the beast, suppressed by Hoang Kim's powerful grip, suddenly breaks free with ferocity. In a brief moment of distraction, it escapes. The hero springs up, his hand touches Suong's hip as she presses her soft buttocks against his face.
Suong's lower body tingles with waves of numbness, but the pleasure is immediately extinguished, leaving her startled. She looks at him, bewildered as he picks her up and gently places her on the mattress. The monster in his heart has been subdued, but his animal instincts are still surging wildly. The 'beast' in his lower body ultimately fails to smear its dirty saliva on the mother and daughter in time.
The mother and her daughters are startled by Hoang Kim's sudden movement, quietly wiping away the damp, grimy streaks on their cheeks.
Hoang Kim gasps for breath, his eyes bloodshot under the effects of the mysterious aphrodisiac. The girls watch in horror as he struggles, as if a lustful demon were forcing him to devour its prey, painfully torn between reason and desire. The three embrace tightly, fearing his rationality will completely collapse and that they will suffer humiliation.
At that moment, Hoang Kim roared in fury, biting hard into his own arm, causing blood to gush violently. The intense pain struck his mind like thunder, awakening his dormant will and forcing the wild beast into submission. The girls screamed in panic, unable to stop, but in that agony, they realized he still maintained his resolve.
The hero gazes silently at the girls he has fought so hard to protect, a gentle smile, carrying both sorrow and joy, faintly rests on his face. His deep emotions bring warmth to their wounded hearts. Tears soak their eyelashes, while blood and sorrow intertwine, warming the souls of these unfortunate women.
The Lan sisters want to stop Hoang Kim's bleeding but hesitate, not daring to act. Hoang Kim tears the bedsheet into strips. Twice, he sacrifices himself for complete strangers, and his kindness profoundly moves the hearts of the mother and two daughters. Ngoc doesn't hesitate for a second to repay the hero. She gently touches the cloth in Hoang Kim's hand. He smiles bitterly and lets her fulfill her wish.
Behind the screen, the fourth girl is astonished by the hero's abilities. The potency of the Emperor's three beauties in one night surpasses even the deadliest poison. Throughout history, no man has ever been able to fully control his desires. Even with a heart as calm as still water, everyone eventually turns into a green-bearded demon[1], preying on their victims until every last craving is unleashed.
Hoang Kim would sometimes lose his sanity when the mysterious aphrodisiac took effect, his whole body overwhelmed by burning desire. In his hallucinations, it was as if he were being roasted in the Eight Trigrams Furnace—tormented and in unbearable pain, as though subjected to cruel torture.
However, the champion still unwaveringly held firm to his willpower, becoming the only person in history who did not succumb to the mysterious aphrodisiac's temptation to fall into disgrace. His will of steel, instead, triumphed over the very person who had tried to harm him.
Anh Dao never took men seriously, but now she truly respected this real hero. She deeply sympathized with the fate of Ngọc and her daughters, and in this moment, she admired the girls who were cherished and protected by him.
JK stares blankly at Hoang Kim, silently questioning: How could such an absurd and terrifying event have possibly happen?
The mastermind feels as if he is dreaming, pauses for a few seconds, then applauds and praises sarcastically:
- A true national hero! Of course, this compliment comes straight from the depths of my heart—haha!
The old man climbs onto the table, watching as Ngoc carefully wraps Hoang Kim's hand with each piece of cloth.
- Wow, their relationship is progressing so fast—have they already developed feelings for each other?
JK shrugs and says indifferently:
- Makes sense. A hero has risked his life multiple times to save a beauty—if the girl has absolutely no feelings for him, wouldn't that be illogical?
The four completely ignore all ridicule and sarcasm:
- Your skills are truly extraordinary—I have no choice but to accept this cruel reality!
JK's tone turns sinister as he speaks coldly:
- But the mysterious aphrodisiac's effects are still strong—don't celebrate too soon, buddy.
The mother and her two daughters ignore all words—they care only about the wounds of the man who has sacrificed himself for them. Hoang Kim's attempted suicide has failed, and with it, Ngoc's fear and disgust toward him gradually fade away.
After experiencing sinful passion, various emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—intertwine. When Hoang Kim suppresses his primal urges, an indescribable surge of emotions erupts.
Sacrificing oneself sows a bit of affection that cannot yet be called love in everyone's heart. This kind of feeling is neither love nor an ordinary emotion, yet it stirs the victim.
Ngoc's movements are exceptionally careful, as if she is afraid of hurting him. She gently bandages Hoang Kim's arm, every motion filled with delicate caution. She lightly places her hand on the emergency bandage, lifts her eyes, and immediately collides with Hoang Kim's deep, affectionate gaze. A sudden heat rushes over her, and her cheeks quietly flush, like a girl experiencing first love. She fears that meeting his eyes will ignite an uncontrollable fire of emotions, so she hurriedly averts her gaze, avoiding his stare.
Ngoc is the one who understands and cares for him the most, never holding any resentment or dissatisfaction. Whether out of sincerity or intent, her goal is to make Hoang Kim pay more attention to her daughter, while he still admires the first woman... tonight, he holds her tightly. Lan and her sister are surprised by his reckless actions.
Lan was initially very afraid, but as he continued to restrain himself, her fear gradually diminished. Bang Suong had always despised him, yet when he attempted suicide, she secretly felt a hint of gratitude. Now, that act of self-harm has shifted the perception of him in the eyes of the mother and her two daughters.
A man had risked his life twice to save them, and Lan's emotions are no longer confined by her rigid beliefs. Even Bang Suong, who had always held firm to her convictions, is beginning to waver.
It's unbelievable—the victim has developed feelings for the perpetrator. This absurd reality is gradually taking shape.
The daughter's heart flutters while the gentle mother nestles into the hero's embrace, granting her and her daughters their first tremor of emotion. Ngoc believes her child is still haunted by the filthy past and fears that JK would be enraged if he found out, so she buries her head in Hoang Kim's chest—unaware that her daughter is silently watching her.
A sorrowful expression carries a hint of regret, as the sisters harbor an unspoken, heavy burden in their hearts. If they could take care of him, perhaps they wouldn't have to bury their sadness so deeply.
Conflicting desires briefly occupy Lan and Bang Suong's thoughts, still causing their cheeks to flush. The grieving daughter turns away, unwilling to witness Hoang Kim gently pressing his lips to her mother's.
The emotions she had for him were no longer the same. Their kiss ignited the smoldering flames of passion. Lips pressed against lips, receiving each passionate breath, his sun-kissed masculine skin scorched her hot, fair-pink flesh. After countless moments of infatuation that were not under their control, their bodies were now each other's. Every time Yin and Yang came into harmony, the couple let their souls ascend through intimate touch, drifting to the peak of emotion.
They are afraid that JK will humiliate them, so they cling to each other every single moment. This excuse masks the intense emotions they feel for one another. The burning fire of infatuation, fueled by the mysterious aphrodisiac, prompts Hoang Kim to momentarily part from her plump, moist lips and explore the volcano again. Even heroes cannot resist the charms of a beauty—especially under the influence of the mysterious aphrodisiac. The primal man is seduced by both lust and emotion, and thus becomes consumed by remorse for those he cares about.
The first time they made love in pain, Ngoc could hardly control herself, but now it is almost voluntary. Therefore, the intense emotions, like a long-dormant blaze, erupt in an instant at this moment.
Lan and her sister hear the soft moans, their ears turning slightly red as the blush creeps across their cheeks. The intoxicating whispers gradually fade, and the girls cast a fleeting glance—but immediately lower their heads. They attempt to look away from the scene before them—his passionate kiss, meant to veil the mother's bashfulness.
Gratitude flickered in Ngoc's eyes, bitter tears mingling with sweet emotions. At the most "warm" moment of this crazy night of ecstasy, the unfortunate woman who had endured countless pain and humiliation no longer feared being punished by JK. Deep within her subconscious, the mother, who had always worried and protected her children... was... reviving her long-buried yearning for love. She passionately entrusted her intense emotions and accepted the precious feelings... from... the hero who protected her and her children in the cruelest adversity.
Even at this moment, both souls are immersed in the endless pleasure of love and desire, intoxicated to the point of losing sight of the shore. A true hero never crosses the line, always respecting those who deserve his care. He does not pounce, nor is he rough—but instead cherishes and caresses the woman who is wildly lost in passion with him, gently embracing the man who belongs to her for just one night.
Spring's passion once again stirs Anh Dao's excitement, leaving the blonde girl somewhat perplexed. She does not deny her own desire, yet she has never blushed as much as she does today.
Watching Hoang Kim set off fireworks between the rushing waters and dense forest, her body instinctively resisted her master. Though no one witnessed her shameful posture, Anh Dao still chose to close her legs. She tried to ignore the sensation, attempting to suppress the overwhelming wave of embarrassment.
JK's lips curl into a slight smile as he watches the man and woman become one, their primitive, heated bodies drenched in lust's sweat. The "murderer" and the "victim" cling to each other, unwilling to part for even a second. The intoxicating moans linger with the strong masculine breath more than ever... becoming a symphony of lust, emotions, and yearning sublimation, deeply immersed in sin.
The mastermind, in good spirits, silently observes the "couple" reaching the peak of desire, seeing it as a fitting prize for the night's spectacle. A slight smile crosses his face as he exclaims:
- I thought she was pretending to steal her daughter's man, but why is it that every time the powerful cannon penetrates the maze and attacks the forbidden area frantically, the source flows massively, so wet that it fills the sheets? Hehe, she moans, climaxing better than a whore. Oh, it turns out I was wrong; that eager and wanton look was actually real?! Ha... ha...
Footnote:
The green-bearded demon symbolizes a rapist.