Chapter 7
Guilty inferiority complex
The mockery does not make Ngoc angry, but the humiliation reminds her that she seems to have made a mistake, and the mother unconsciously turns to her daughters. The Lan sisters cry in sadness, and there is something strange in their tear-stained eyes. The daughters do not look down on their mother who moans like a prostitute, and their deep, thoughtful eye contact is filled with silent self-blame.
Ngoc wonders why her daughters want to torture themselves, while Lan and Suong glance at the bandages on Hoang Kim's hands. Ngoc is shocked and ashamed to realize that she is not the only one touched by the hero's kindness.
The Lan sisters curse themselves because, for a moment, they wished they could have been the ones to give Hoang Kim first aid. Ngoc is mentally stunned and no longer has the face to approach her daughters. She would rather be seen as a prostitute than endure such emotional torment.
The feelings among the four are no longer the same. He cannot shamelessly have been intimate with Ngoc just moments ago and now turn to her daughters.
JK watches silently; the old man wants to see the victim clean up the mess. The mastermind strokes his beard and notices Hoang Kim squeezing his own arm. Sweat spreads across his body along with the pain, yet he still squeezes hard, causing the wound to bleed instantly and seep into the bandage.
Seeing Hoang Kim's bloodshot eyes, the old man no longer doubts that he is pretending to be stimulated by a mysterious aphrodisiac to find an excuse to get close to the beauty.
JK sneers as Ngoc closes her thighs to hide the shameful marks oozing with moisture from the mysterious place that has led her to the shore of her sinful obsession.
The mother sits motionless, not daring to peek at her daughter. The sisters decide to keep their dignity and turn to a place where there is no Hoang Kim figure, while JK shakes his head, smacks his lips, and clicks his tongue:
- It's such a pity. You risk your life for them five or seven times, and now it's common sense to pretend to be tortured by a mysterious aphrodisiac so the beauty will 'love' you. How fair and reasonable—yet no one even bats an eye. I'm furious for you!
Ngoc and her daughter remain silent, offering no response. Hoang Kim uses JK's own divisive words to resolve the difficult situation:
- Guilty people do not deserve attention!
The words of "self-pity" psychologically affected Ngoc and her daughter, and the three girls remained indifferent to JK's and Hoang Kim's words. The old man laughed triumphantly:
- You finally admitted to pretending to be stimulated by the aphrodisiac?
Hoang Kim smiled slightly:
- You are too contemptuous of women!
JK deliberately slanders him. If they defend him, the girls will be disgraced and punished. Hoang Kim always sacrifices himself for his mother and daughter, but they have not yet repaid him, so the Lan sisters cannot let him be humiliated again. Suong—the youngest — is always the first to speak:
- Don't play tricks on us. The pain and humiliation you forced us to endure are enough to distinguish the real from the fake.
Tuyet Lan bravely defends him:
- I still haven't forgotten the fear those fierce red eyes that didn't belong to him!
The conspiracy, humiliation, and ridicule are all broken, even separating the goodness of Hoang Kim from JK's crime. They send meaningful words from their hearts to Hoang Kim. That is reputation and dignity—the elder sister and younger sister give up everything to protect him. The joy for him is having the person he cares about acknowledge his sincerity.
As a person, one must repay kindness. The mother silently watches her daughter with pride, her loving gaze concealing a grief she can share with no one—for all four are suffering, torn apart by the agony of their fateful entanglement.
At the last moment, JK's plan to separate the four is thwarted, infuriating the old man. He suppresses his anger so as not to lose face. The mastermind then orders Lan to lie face down atop Suong.
- Hoang Kim, take both of those sluts at the same time!
The mother's heart twists as she watches her daughter being forced to mate like an animal. The pain cuts deep into the wound of the phobic heart. Everything remains the same as when they first met him; they only endure humiliation. But unfortunately, the three develop feelings for Hoang Kim, and those feelings are buried in the mud of shame due to the humiliating posture.
Hoang Kim must bring pain to the people he cares about. Resentment and fury twist into despair, carving deep wounds of agony into Hoang Kim's mind. He quietly approaches the two of them, his head lowered, not wanting to hurt anyone first. Ngoc is afraid that Hoang Kim's hesitation will anger JK, so the mother wipes away her bitter tears and says sadly:
- End this pain!
JK is intently focused on every move on the screen, eager to see whose chastity Hoang Kim will break first—the strong younger sister Suong or the shy older sister Lan. JK whispers to Anh Dao:
- Guess who he'll choose first?!
In JK's eyes, it makes no difference whether Hoang Kim "harms" anyone's life first.
Anh Dao sympathizes with their unfortunate fate and detests the despicable game, so she remains silent, offering no answer. She secretly hopes that Hoang Kim will make the most suitable choice.
After a moment's hesitation, Hoang Kim arrives at the place shrouded in cold fog. He slowly enters the palace, and the cannons silently pierce the thin mist. Suong utters a cry, clenching the mattress with both hands, unable to stem the flow of her virgin tears. The first time she was wounded, it was just a small tear, yet it still caused her sharp pain.
Anh Dao looks at the palace steps, now stained with blood, and smiles slightly, feeling satisfied with Hoang Kim's correct decision. Suong is tougher than Lan, and she endures the pain of separation from her virginity—an experience that helps her reassure her sister, who is about to face her own parting with maidenhood.
Lan watches as the pink color adds makeup to her younger sister's rosy cheeks, her tear-stained eyelids gently caressing the corners of eyes filled with grievance and shame. Yet, strangely, she feels no further regret.
That expression betrays her arrogance and indifference. The fragrance the virgin exudes intoxicates Hoang Kim, and the drug lures him into a fantasy. The blurry scene reveals a luxurious and magnificent palace.
The conqueror pushes the door half open and steps into the hall. Sitting on the throne, as ethereal as smoke and dew, Bang Suong is adorned in the attire of a beautiful empress. The female guards around her rush into battle.
He gently pushes, and the female guards fall one by one. No one is injured, and the space is filled with the soft hiccups of the empress, on the verge of being possessed. The conqueror softly takes her hand and enters the palace. The abominable order from JK forces Hoang Kim to turn away from his empress:
- Take possession of Tuyet Lan!
Hoang Kim is stunned for a few seconds, his mind split into two parts—one half wishing to leave so as not to hurt Suong, and the other half longing to stay with the empress to delay the princess from being ruined.
Suong blames herself for losing control. If everything had stayed the same as before, she wouldn't feel so sad now, watching the person who once made her heart tremble turn to another girl—her older sister.
Painful and haunted, she never forgot to gently hug her older sister. Suong quietly conveyed the warmth of family affection, which helped them overcome everything. Affection's warmth embraced Lan, and she trembled all over as her virgin body no longer belonged to her.
The virgin body warms in sisterhood, and the gentle warmth struggles with the heat spreading through the maze and forbidden areas, transferring the scorching intensity—the virgin body is a natural wonder.
Suong hears her older sister's pain, and Lan silently watches the bitter tears on her younger sister's face. In that moment, both Lan and Suong unconsciously remember that Hoang Kim's body still bears virgin blood. From then on, the two sisters become his women.
They were painfully aware of the sadness in the older sister's and younger sister's blurred, tearful eyes because they had feelings for someone they shouldn't have felt drawn to.
Embarrassed, the girls turned away from where their mother was. Awkwardness had buried courage in shame, leading them to hide from her.
The daughter's thoughts were the mother's private thoughts. Ngoc was forced to watch the man who had just been infatuated with her now being intimate with her daughter. The girls are suffering, Hoang Kim is writhing in sin, and mysterious aphrodisiac is creating a dreamlike illusion that sinks the three people into desire.
He found himself slowly entering the imperial garden, filled with white snow orchids. Princess Tuyet Lan was shyly dressed in a snow-white dress. She and the flowers silently waited in that fragrant and pure paradise.
Hoang Kim walked in rhythm to her side, getting closer with every step. Her whole body was hot, and she kept trembling, her cheeks as red as the afterglow of the sunset. Hoang Kim hugged her tenderly; she responded by wrapping her arms around him. The couple lingered, unwilling to part.
Not long after being together, Hoang Kim had to bid farewell to the lovely princess and return to the side of the frost empress at JK's order:
- Suong is waiting for you eagerly—don't forget the old for the new!
Before the three of them could feel each other's warmth, they were forcibly separated by JK, he and the two girls had to intimate in nostalgia and indignation until JK triumphantly reached the top, old guy let the three of them enjoy a night of spring worth a thousand gold.
The victim thought everything would end there, but JK excitedly forced the mother and daughter to kneel down, put their hands on the mattress, and turn the golden palace, jade hall towards the Hoang Kim.
- If this combination satisfies me, the night of sex fascinated is officially over!
The victims hear the mastermind's announcement. Their minds and bodies, instantly suppressed and on the verge of madness, now feel a strange calm after enduring so much hardship; they are finally about to escape the nightmare.
But things aren't over yet. Obsession suppresses their restless psychology. Although JK says he will let them go, at the last moment, he still pushes the four of them into a sea of suffering, adopting an animalistic posture.
Tortured, tormented, every perverted game is a humiliation that clings to every sensitive spot.
If JK is satisfied, this dirty game will end. Against the old guy's wishes, the humiliation—a fate worse than death—lasts all night. The four of them must vent their feelings, and their whole bodies relax against their will. He and the girls feel peaceful again.
Everyone surrenders, letting their instincts and bodies speak the most primitive human language. No more thoughts, no more shyness, no more feelings of guilt and torment—only affection and desire combined into an ecstatic sound that echoes throughout the room.
The mother and daughter no longer suppress the pain, blushing with every shameful sound they make. Hoang Kim releases all the terrible medicinal properties of the aphrodisiac, and the hot lava flow is burning the fountain of youth that drips beneath the peach creek in the deep mountains and dense forests.
JK laughed like a devil, watching the wild eroticism. The blonde was full of passion; she didn't try to stop the improper things happening under her skirt but closed her eyes quietly in melancholy because the victim was about to be cursed.
JK smirked and watched the four people indulge in lust until their minds were blank and they became obsessed. He took a puff of his cigarette, raised his head, and exhaled the smoke, waiting for the prey he regarded as animals to fly to heaven one by one. JK happily left the room, allowing the victim to be pushed to hell, as Anh Dao followed the old man to a place filled with the smell of lust.
When intimate, the spirit is unfettered; when the spring night ends, the fascination of sex lingers, passionately loving everywhere, as a surge of emotional, sexual, and obsessive feelings paints pink and red on the faces of those involved.
Embarrassment washes over the entire body with burning heat; the fire of emotion still burns hot inside, and a tingling desire teases sensitive skin. Worldly desires mock the shame, causing everyone to avoid one another.
The mother and daughter shyly avoid their loved ones, and Hoang Kim doesn't dare approach those with whom she was just intimate; with the slightest touch, everyone trembles as if struck by lightning.
Disgusted with themselves, the young men and women are all lost in spirit. They quietly tear off the sheets and retreat to the corners, understanding each other's feelings but unable to vent what is in their hearts.