Chapter 12
Cherry blossom
She raised her watch-adorned hand and lightly patted his shoulder. 4 AM. Time is limited, and this subtle reminder turns awkwardness into urgency. Whether intentional or not, Anh Dao also feels awkward. If he continued to hesitate, it would mean forcing her, someone's treasured daughter, to take the initiative and say what needed to be done. He relieve his mind and becomes more peaceful.
Hoang Kim is no longer uncertain; he is merely perplexed about whether he still has a chance to compensate her. Hoang Kim ponders, glancing at Anh Dao. He keenly notices her slight frown. Anh Dao remains silent, but that expression, shy yet slightly restless, is exceptionally familiar. Hoang Kim had discovered that girls in the past revealed a fear similar to hers—the lingering pain of losing their virginity had not yet dissipated… when… they gave their first time to him.
Hoang Kim once again roams that snow-white hill, passionately kissing her, burying his lips and tongue deep into her fair, sweat-kissed skin. The warm breath exhaling from his lips reignites her desire, making her intensely fall back into ecstasy. Anh Dao instinctively throws her hair back.
Hoang Kim seizes the moment when Anh Dao drifts into a trance, gently lifting her and laying her down on the upholstered car seat. He surreptitiously presses the button, activating the mechanism — the seat quietly reclines in sync with each delicate dance of his tongue as it stirs the unspoken cravings she never dared to confess. His lips delicately sample, his tongue slowly glides over her "petals," which have grown even more tender from his scorching breath, gently teasing, little by little awakening the deeply hidden desire within her.
She moans softly; the initial excited sounds are gentle. In the wild moments that follow, the sounds echo through blurred consciousness. She is immersed in a dream, momentarily unable to perceive anything else... except... fully enjoying earthly bliss. He quickly reaches for the tissue box, pulls out a wet wipe, and gently wipes away all traces left in paradise... after... experiencing that previous pleasure. Anh Dao's spirit still floats ethereally; she doesn't know he has just secretly thrown those wet wipes into a hidden corner.
Hoang Kim gently caresses her whole body, secretly observing every subtle expression on her face. He notices that while immersed in physical touch, her flushed face is slightly furrowed due to pain in the labyrinth. So, he begins to demonstrate his masterful "skiing" technique, gliding all the way from the "snow mountain" to the "sacred place". Anh Dao gently bites her lip to suppress her moans; the sound is more of pain than pleasure. The wounds from her first night still caused her sharp pangs.
The blonde girl abruptly awakes, shyly stealing glances as he gently kisses her intimate female friend. He drunkenly buries his flushed face in that forbidden deep palace... and... from the steps outside the hall, winds his way inward, exploring until he reaches the deepest part of the labyrinth, the human paradise.
The pervert on the bed gulps down the holy water, not leaving a single drop, savoring the sweet, rich fragrance emanating from the tender little butterfly, smooth as a full moon maiden, swaying and dancing, flying and fluttering to the rhythm he guides, appearing and disappearing as he leads her step by step to the shore of ecstasy.
Anh Dao felt dizzy, her semi-double eyelids widening into full double eyelids, staring blankly at her long legs... not knowing... when they had wrapped around his shoulders, binding this hero in the sea of desire. Her hands keep wildly combing through his hair, pressing him deeper into that valley of passion where fiery peach blossoms are blooming. Her face flushes crimson — from shame and bashfulness... because... both her instinct and reason are immersed in the scorching passion, driving this "goddess slayer" insane.
She found it unbelievable that the girl long known for her iron will was now powerless to suppress the lust burning inside her. She had never denied this craving, yet had never let any man into her life to quench such thirst.
Yet now, this true hero quenches the burning thirst for both of them... like a lone traveler lost in a scorching desert, he drinks every drop of holy water, letting it soak his lips and tongue, flooding his throat with fervent moans and enticing their reason to obey that primal lust.
From ancient times until now, she has always insisted on restraining her instinct and reason. This dazzling, goddess-like flower has silently hoped in paradise... waiting... for the worthy one to arrive and lead her into this wonderland. At this moment, in the instant of fervent intoxication, instinct and reason indulge in the madness of lust.
That madness of desire soothes her, prevents old wounds from throbbing, and makes her joyfully welcome her hero, passionately responding to the surging tides of passion with the sea of desire... boiling... the entire bodies of the emotional pair belong only to each other on this night of intimacy, utterly lost in their ecstasy
Anh Dao's entire body suddenly goes limp; she feels utterly powerless. Regardless of whether she still has strength, her reason and instinct no longer wish to stop her from fully surrendering to this fervent, intoxicating ecstasy, because the "goddess slayer" can always wield his peerless skill, guiding her emotions and desires to their ultimate sublimation.
Holy water gushes forth like an inexhaustible spring, filling his mouth and soaking Hoang Kim's chin. That bewitching sound urges and tempts this hero, as if whispering to him: Fly to paradise once more with the cherry blossom overflowing with youthful spring desire!
Hoang Kim immediately lifts her up. The cherry blossom wraps her arms around his shoulders and her lithe legs around his waist. Her face flushes crimson, her eyes flickering with shy arousal as they timidly meet the bare man's face, ablaze with desire. Hoang Kim lifts his wild gaze, feasts upon the enchanting beauty of the woman who has captivated thousands with an intoxicating hunger.
The noble 'Queen' has now transformed into a goddess willing to drown herself in an endless sea of desire. She lets out a soft laugh, listening to his ragged breaths... struggling... to stop himself from being consumed by his primal beast... and... painfully restraining his urge to taste the hidden sweetness on Anh Dao's plump lips.
Half awake, half lost, his heart still felt the joy of that flower — for she had not misjudged him. This hero will forever remember her deep kindness; he is exactly the Hoang Kim she trusted.
Hoang Kim gives a gentle laugh, and he avoids her shy, crimson face by burying himself deep into the excitedly rising snowy hills, which have become majestic mountains, welcoming the wandering adventurer, to once again explore and savor the skin burning with lust.
In this moment, these two strangers are bound heart and soul. Anh Dao no longer feels shy, nor does she fear the possibility that he might look down on her. She has no more reason to hide those satisfied moans. The woman of iron will loosens her naturally parched lust, soars with her hero all through this night.
After a bout of entwining, blending, and unleashing burning passion, Hoang Kim gently steadies her, letting her lean softly against the car's inner side.
Anh Dao is momentarily flustered, not yet sure of his intentions. Judging by his usual personality, which is completely opposite when being intimate, the hero transforms into a pervert on the bed, as if he becomes a totally different man. Anh Dao vaguely guesses he is about to "tease flowers and flirt with the moon" again. She gently presses her lips together to hold back a laugh, watching him move his sweat-soaked face closer to that deep crimson cherry blossom.
The national hero meticulously caresses the fragrant petals from her "crown" to the very tip of her "blossom branch". Every gentle breath is a sweet kiss... guiding... those shy moans into endless echoes. She revels in his crazed devotion to every minute of their intimate bliss, cherishing every second of the world's most exquisite masterpiece... as... fate pushes these two strangers and they become "the most intimate people" to each other, understanding everything about one another.
She has already begun to sink into it, yet still carries a hint of shyness... every time... the hero uses his always-parched lips to sear the holy land with lust, exhaling a scorching breath deep into Eden.
This time, wilder and more frenzied than ever before, the lightning-like heat he transmits spreads instantly through her whole body, making that flower slowly sway, then suddenly shudder violently, releasing an intoxicating fragrance as countless dewdrop-like crystal beads soak through the most beautiful petals in this world.
Once again, Hoang Kim listens to the ecstatic melody echoing like a sacred hymn, while quenching his thirst… with… a great flood of holy water, billowing with desire and surging forth with countless crystal-clear dewdrops, flooding the "land long plagued by drought." That heavenly melody is continuously interrupted by hurried gasps… when… the hero shifts his aim from the sacred domain to the snow-covered peak that still towers high… as if waiting… for the adventurer to once again conquer the summit of paradise.
In an instant, all knots in their hearts are untied, all worries and torment melt away in this endless rapture, the two ignite the fire of passion, letting desire burn fiercely. But Hoang Kim notices Anh Dao's legs growing weak, barely able to stand, so he gently lifts her left leg and places it over his shoulder. She looks at him in confusion, not understanding his intent, and he softly whispers:
- I will never again hurt someone who sacrificed for me.
His words carried shame, as if apologizing for the pain she endured because she saved him. That bashfully delicate pink flower lightly opens her peach blossom bud, listening to a gentle sound like bees and butterflies hovering around flowers, sucking nectar; yet deep within her heart, it is as blazing hot as lava about to erupt from a volcano. In her subtle smile, a playful tease flickers, because the male god once again activates his warm, masculine mode. He gently and sweetly caresses her fiery senses as if coaxing a lover, tender every single moment, just as he has always "captured" other girls' hearts.
But...
For some reason...
She vaguely felt that the way he cherished and indulged cherry blossom was different from those flowers ravaged in this wild night.
This difference wasn't because he discriminated against the four fragrant flowers... but rather... a guilty man's minds and feelings couldn't be fully devoted to those ravaged fates. Now, the hero worthy of his name gives everything to the girl who has given herself, endured pain—for a man still a stranger to her.
The flower, indulged in desire, at this moment enchanted by the intoxicating scent of affection, gives a subtle smile as she softly gazes at him. That peaceful smile, that crystal-clear, soul-stirring gaze... reveals... always trusting the national hero will never let herself down. She silently relaxes her whole body... letting... her one-night lover guide her body and emotions. He deeply observes her, as if wanting to forever engrave the favor and absolute trust she gives him.
And…
He silently swore to her, promising himself he absolutely couldn't betray that trust. He would wholeheartedly... "caress"... her in this night where desire and emotion intermingle, no longer distinguishing between desire and feeling.
This was the first and only night of intimacy in the lives of this couple unbound by fate, and she would become the most "blissfully content" person in the world.
Hoang Kim advances toward the sacred land in a steady rhythm.
He is in a state of excitement, yet still carefully adjusts his aim. He lifts his "weapon" and inspects the "gateway" above several times, then guides it downward toward the slit that has long been opened, yet remains unbelievably narrow even now. He frowns slightly, observing the small, delicate "butterfly" tinged with a bashful blush—it resembles a sensitive plant, shrinking shyly at every touch.
The sensation is as soft and smooth as silk, yet as feverishly hot and moist as if a burning rash, nearly making him lose control. He longs to go deeper, to carve "himself" deep into this dreamscape, yet fears that every thrust will mean pain for her. She is too small, too tight, not even fully bloomed—like a forbidden dream, making him want to caress that delicate, adorable "butterfly," and yet terrified that the slightest carelessness might hurt her.
It is at this very moment that he truly takes in the butterfly in full view—not only tender like a jade maiden, but also finer in form, soft yet exquisitely snug, and petite beyond anyone who had once indulged in passion with him. That cherry blossom had resembled a flower bud untouched by wind or rain, never drenched by the night dew, so fragile that one would hesitate to even brush against it.
Such a delicate "butterfly" simply couldn't withstand the fierce impact from the tall and burly "God of Passion", whose muscles and prominent veins bulged and burned with lust on the battlefield of passion.
If he allowed desire to fully take over his reason, he would inflict irreparable physical and psychological harm upon her; that trauma would never truly heal.
"She's a world-class beauty, yet more pristine than an Eastern maiden. This intriguing contrast is like mixing strong liquor into holy water—it maddens the senses, yet makes one dare not act unrestrainedly."
He is full of worry, fearing that she might suffer pain again, so he continues to rub gently outside the gate of paradise. The conqueror also tenderly cares for the flower branches wrapped around his shoulders. With meticulous attention, he softly caresses the trembling peach branch and gently presses the drooping flower branches that stretch toward Eden. Unlike a few minutes ago, this time he focuses on skating and skiing along both sides of the valley, where the hot spring still babbles softly with a warm, trickling flow.
The flower half-closes her eyelids, hazily feeling this master of exquisite skill once again hypnotizing her into a dreamlike realm. She drowsily savors that gentle yet exciting touch… yet… unlike the first time, the flower no longer shyly closes up out of embarrassment and worry. At this moment, the absolute trust born from the hero who never breaks his promises is soothing her restless heart.
Hoang Kim proves he is completely worthy of this absolute trust. The God of Passion gently rotates the flower branch several times; with each rotation, that divine weapon slides up and then rubs down, patiently waiting for a favorable moment to slip into the valley's gate. The five explorers one after another climb mountains, traverse slopes, conquering the terrain that is flat and smooth yet moist... and... slippery, where a slight misstep can lead to a landslide or utter collapse.
The risk of the path to the fairyland closing, never to open again… forces… this conqueror to meticulously refine every move and remain utterly cautious. He is neither fast nor slow in his actions, but rather begins with a slow, gentle approach each minute, guiding her gently with every second, until the gates of paradise slowly unlock, welcoming the hero's return to the sacred land.
Hoang Kim felt the gateway tightly closed and constricted, squeezing tightly, preventing him from going deeper. "She" is so small and narrow that if he were to try withdrawing, it would be unbearably difficult, because the beautiful butterfly's tightly closed wings would block his forward flight. Yet, sulking, "she" refuses to let go, holding onto the hero, wanting him to stay by her side and confide in "her" together.
He still cautiously moves each step, every subtle shift transmitting a scorching warmth into the forbidden zone. That fiery current, tingling, flows through every corner of the labyrinth. That current also comes from his magical hands, transforming the snowy hills into majestic snow peaks that soar straight to the pinnacle of paradise, enchanting the butterfly to slowly spread her small, beautiful wings. Anh Dao is ecstatic at this moment; her eyes are blurry with desire, filled with physical yearning, as she vaguely beholds him, like anticipation, like waiting, and even more so like replacing the words she dares not utter:
"Come quickly and caress me, unite with me!"
Scorching heat waves furiously emanated from the labyrinth, burning him. The hero once again felt himself being forged in the Eight Trigrams Furnace; this time, the temperature was thousands of times hotter than when he was intimate with Ngoc and her two daughters. He still can't penetrate that tightly closed crevice; it blocks him from discovering the way in and out. If this situation continues, Anh Dao will only feel more shame and pain. Time is pressing; he can't delay any longer.
Hoang Kim sighs lightly, left with no other option, he can only resort to "means" on "her." His hands wander along perfect curves, fingertips either lightly touching the pink and white curtains, or grazing acupoints, or hovering over keys without pressing them, dancing in turn across the snowy fairy land and the fragrant jade heaven... like... a ballerina, gracefully dancing on the stage exclusively for him tonight.
The gentle dance steps exponentially ignite desire, guiding the way step by step, precisely controlling her emotions to "open her partner's heart" as he wishes. While distracting the goddess, he continuously commands the "explorer" to slowly advance deeper into the forbidden palace.
The hero's entire body ignites with the fire of lust; wherever the heat reaches, Anh Dao's fire of passion burns just as intensely. The flower is being completely conquered step by step, shyly and gently retracting each secret passage's bolt, opening each labyrinth, allowing the explorer to fully roam the sacred land... accompanied by... the endless moans echoing in the hero's mind.
He employs his magical skill, making "her" even more entranced. While "her" mind is completely immersed in the sea of desire, the explorer slowly delves deeper into the heavenly grotto, exploring all the mysterious realms within the profound labyrinth. Anh Dao feels no pain, not because the pain has vanished, but because her perception is entirely submerged in extreme pleasure, her attention is thoroughly diverted by this hypnotic lovemaking.
The deep crimson cherry blossom, brimming with passion and drenched in morning dew, grows hazy, frenzied, and intoxicated in the endless sea of desire.
The delicate, beautiful "butterfly" and that blossom together release a primitive, rich body fragrance. At this moment, she is so completely entranced, reveling in it.
However…
The butterfly still cannot float together with that fragrant blossom. The butterfly is as shy as a young girl's first flutter of affection for a man, timidly closing the last great gate leading to paradise. A scorching aura abruptly and fiercely emanates from both sides.
Hoang Kim fears he won't be able to achieve sublimation with her, leaving her unable to reach climax, while he himself won't be able to thoroughly release the aphrodisiac's potency, ultimately dying a tragic death within her car. His death is certainly well-deserved, but this sinner still fears implicating the person who has sacrificed for him. In this night of pleasure, far exceeding imagination, he cannot turn back time to change the past.
However...
The hero still has a chance to protect Anh Dao's future. He is standing at the brink of life and death. If he falls into the abyss, his savior will be doomed to eternal ruin; he cannot let that future come to pass: Anh Dao marching to the guillotine to pay for his death.
He cannot abandon her, causing her unjust death.
He must protect her.
He must save this innocent life who sacrificed herself for a sinner.
Thereupon, Hoang Kim unleashes his final ultimate skill. His hands, which are picking celestial peaches on the snowy mountain, suddenly pull the right hand back to the Garden of Eden. Anh Dao is enjoying the numbing sensation gradually spreading between her twin snow peaks, but that feeling abruptly vanishes on one side.
She is bewildered and doesn't understand the reason. Her hazy face looks towards the wonderland, instantly becoming a thousand times redder than before... because before her eyes... is that national hero wholeheartedly caressing a budding flower, causing a brilliant pink to bloom on the Paradise Cave. Whenever he loves, caresses, gently cherishes, devotedly cares for, and indulges it, that flower and its owner shyly evade.
Those two blossoms tremble violently. Anh Dao, drenched in sweat, carries a delicate fragrance, while the shy blossom gives off a faint, primal body scent. The bud's "best friend," unwilling to be outdone, stirs up torrents of sacred water like a tsunami… each time… the "hero" seizes this perfect moment, letting his mind soar freely, drifting along with that beautiful butterfly and the two frenzied blossoms.
Each moment he caresses affectionately and tends to her carefully, they become shy, yet if he pauses for a moment, these 'Muses' feel lost. Anh Dao is now utterly silent, no longer moaning, nor throwing her beautiful hair back.
The flower in the Garden of Eden slowly blossoms towards the hero once more... just then... "he" is wholeheartedly exploring the deepest path of the "sacred land"... however... he is once again abruptly sealed off from the narrowest passage by the sulking butterfly... forcing... the "hero" into the forbidden palace's bewitching maze.
Hoang Kim's gaze flickers, and he gently smiles at Anh Dao. She blushes again, because that smile is not mocking, sarcastic, or contemptuous of her lustful craving for affection... but rather... total understanding.
That warm smile also holds an implicit apology, because he has to toy with her to achieve his ultimate goal... which is... simultaneously pressing the Dantian acupoint and gently caressing the bud on the Heavenly Origin Cave.
This ultimate technique launches a chain attack, fiercely impacting the holy land... transmitting... boundless pleasure, surpassing all limits of sublimation, leading to a surreal experience.
Anh Dao at first still shyly bites her lips, striving to suppress her almost uncontrollable moans. That faint sound, like the music of a celestial lyre, reverberates within Hoang Kim's mind, urging him to go faster, more fiercely, more wildly, to let this pair's passion thoroughly burn in their only night of intimacy in their lives.
Anh Dao flings her hair back, passionate moans flowing unceasingly, transforming into long, endless quivering sounds of pleasure… completely surrendering… desire spreads like thousands of electric currents throughout the entire celestial realm, leaving everything numb and trembling.
Hoang Kim discovers that whenever she reaches the peak of excitement, the flower once again displays that familiar rhythm. Though the flower utters no words, she feels herself more entranced and crazed with desire than ever before.
He hears the soaring notes like a sacred hymn echoing, and the low moans like shy, bashful whispers, as if murmuring in his ear to cherish and treasure her even more passionately. She wants him to embrace her fervently, boldly exploring her depths even further.
Hoang Kim lets out a gentle laugh. He has been waiting for so long, just for her unconscious "green light" to turn on… allowing… him to place the second peach blossom branch upon his own shoulder. The two peach blossoms rest casually on his muscular and broad shoulders, the butterfly wings half-opening and half-closing the gateway… and… slowly unlocking the magic formation.
At this moment, the gate is closed, the bolt is locked from the outside, yet the labyrinth within slightly opens. The oil lamp casts its glow upon the sacred land carpeted with peach blossoms… guiding the hero deeper into the innermost reaches… letting… the oil lamp illuminate her "heart and soul".
At this moment, the cherry blossom and the beautiful butterfly finally comprehend… his… reason for placing the two peach branches upon his shoulders one by one. The first time, he had only laid one branch, letting the other naturally hang down, so the blossom wouldn't become too frightened.
This method causes the labyrinth to remain half-open, half-closed.… creating… a posture easier to enter, more intimate, and more indulgent of the blossom—now more sensitive than ever.
The second time, he now places the other peach branch upon his shoulder… crafting… a flat, wide path along which he can gallop through the sacred land together with the "butterfly" and flower… so that… "she" can gradually adapt to each rhythm… and… dance with him in a passionate melody.
The delicate and beautiful butterfly dances gracefully, fluttering around the joyfully blooming, vibrant, and passionate bud, willingly opening the gates of paradise. That pure yet fervent "soul" welcomes the hero, tightly entwining him, lingering intimately, completely encircling the tall, powerful, and imposing "Son of the Wind God."
The night mist thoroughly drenches the entire bodies of these two companions, driven by lust yet lacking love, permeating every searing breath that weaves through their moaning lips, yearning for fulfillment. Two urgent sounds draw each other in, intertwining closely, never separating for a moment, seducing the two souls lost within the Garden of Eden.
There, only the sacred water surges forth from the dark depths, transforming into a raging tsunami, while the "monocular telescope" submerged in the tide trembles violently.
At this moment, he realizes he is standing at the very center of the sacred land, with the sacred water roaring furiously, creating an immense tsunami. The tides batter the "monocular telescope" immersed in the sacred waters, making it shudder violently amidst the tsunami.
The monocular telescope rises and plunges many times, reaching a narrower place. It weaves and wriggles through the endless, bottomless abyss. Hoang Kim frowns, unable to comprehend it. That feeling of something so far yet seemingly close is right before his eyes, yet what seems near feels impossibly distant—just like when he tries to grasp Anh Dao's heart, so hard to hold onto.
Every moment within the sacred land feels vivid and real, as if it could be touched. At times, these sensations transform into illusions that Hoang Kim has experienced before, blurring his thoughts. He glances around; the power of the aphrodisiac guides him, making him seem to see peach blossoms fluttering within the sacred ground.
Yet what he truly sees is the flesh-and-blood Anh Dao slowly raising her body, her back arching into a beautiful curve as she immerses herself in waves of intoxication and obsession. But the cherry blossom he earnestly seeks remains something he "cannot grasp".
That subtle sensation is just like now—Anh Dao slightly parts her moist, deep pink lips, faintly exhaling waves of scorching breaths. That stimulating sound permeates the sensitive hearing. That scorching current of amorous fire seems to invite, to call him to grant her every "sensation" that soars to the pinnacle of paradise... and... it seems... to crave that he would tenderly cherish her sweet cherry lips... just as he advances and retreats with gentle rhythm, dancing a fervent love-rhythm as he enters and exits, ardently caressing, treasuring, and doting on that beautiful "butterfly," playing the game of "Butterfly Loves Flower," chasing thousands of petals and countless fluttering butterflies, reveling in the Butterfly-Flower Valley.
He rejoices, enraptured by this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity she grants him… yet… just as the "hero" leans in with lips eager for a sweet kiss, that elusive blossom shoots him a sidelong glance. Her eyes, previously dazed and lost between dream and reality, abruptly snap into sharp clarity, blazing with fury, as if determined to burn his illusory, far-fetched thoughts completely.
He shouldn't even dream of that far-fetched fantasy that's a long way off from coming true.
And…
If he dares to deliberately ignore the absolute prohibition set from the very beginning of this night of intense intimacy, then this priceless spring night will transform into a nightmare for the stupid guy who devoured the peach and still seeks to ascend as an immortal.
"What a stupid guy…"
Hoang Kim doesn't notice that Anh Dao is secretly giggling in her heart, even covertly calling him a "stupid guy." This is already the third time she has unconsciously regarded him as a stupid guy.
She secretly delights in the private thought calling him a "stupid guy," savoring his gentle nature — sometimes adorably naive with girls, thus often leading him to be teased by beauties—she doesn't know since when... it has... deeply rooted itself in her subconscious, causing her cheeks to burn hot, igniting a shy pink.
That blossom gently bites her slightly upturned lip, coyly stealing glances at the amorous and lustful man who has already pushed her and will continue to push her to the pinnacle of desire, yet is still diligently searching for the flower he already possesses... but... has never been able to fully comprehend the true heart of the girl who has completely dedicated herself to the hero worthy of the name.
At the same time, his spine chills from the murderous aura emanating from that maze-like, forbidden land—a place originally scorching hot but now suddenly icy cold, as if intending to completely freeze the "little hero" currently stirring the Butterfly-Flower Valley.
He frowns in confusion; Anh Dao had just given the green light, permitting him to kiss her, but to his surprise, she changed her mind at the last moment, using her half-lidded, sharp eyes to... warn... that if he dared to break his word, this cherry blossom, which he is savoring and enjoying as a top-tier feast, will transform into a Rakshasi hag, an even more malevolent demon than the treacherous old man JK.
Anh Dao secretly purses her lips softly, hiding a teasing smile… the "national hero"… as always, stiffens when he makes a mistake. He no longer continuously enters and exits the sacred ground; the teased fellow is stunned, rigid as a block of wood. His "weapon" remains deeply embedded in the Butterfly-Flower Valley… continuously… oozing out pure white butterfly powder, melting into the surging tsunami of desire.
That hint of a smile—which surfaces because she likes Hoang Kim's kind, gentle, adorably sweet nature like a girl's—vanishes in an instant… lost without a trace amid the electrifying pleasure coursing through her entire body, mesmerizing her mind and soul into boundless desire.
Because…
She notices the Goddess Slayer suddenly awakes to the piercing, chilling cold, a cold that was burned away by the raging fire of passion when she sulks. The "hero" swiftly regains his masculine composure. He disguises his momentary loss of control by gently brushing aside her golden sideburns, tucking the strands softly behind her ear.
Then he gives a sweet smile, admiring her bewildered, blushing face, that shy flush tinting the "moon" that until then radiates nothing but utmost excitement… time and again, always the same… each time the "little hero" visits every tiny "cave" within the Butterfly-Flower Valley… and… she automatically arches into a graceful curve as the hero swims around her, diving deep into the bottomless lake of sacred waters.
His "weapon" remains deeply embedded in the forbidden land; sometimes, its way blocked and unable to advance an inch, he would pull it out halfway and probe again. That blossom trembles continuously, and each time she arches like a rainbow, the "Goddess Slayer" skillfully supports her waist, silently shifts the passionate dance to accompany their intoxicating rhythm. This "emotion" pair though newly intimate, coordinate perfectly, without a single wasted movement.
The two are fiercely "exercising", his foot suddenly steps on something on the car's floor. Worried he might lose his balance, she instinctively crosses the two peach branches over his shoulders. The hero, still calm, gives a slight reassuring smile to soothe her nerves, then immediately changes position with composed ease, pressing the blossom higher against the inner wall of the car. Yet she still isn't fully reassured, so she clings tighter to his shoulders.
Currently, both sides are extremely close, unable to draw any nearer. The "weapon" and the labyrinthine "walls" are rubbing and intertwining, clasping a hundred times tighter than ever before, caressing the senses of the forbidden land's master without a second's break.
She is always in a continuous state of ethereal bliss, because he doesn't completely withdraw, but always pulls back halfway in order to build momentum for the endless journey of exploration.
Because Anh Dao has just said farewell to her pure "confidante" who accompanied her for twenty years. Yet this "territory" of bidding farewell to her intimate friend is too narrow. She no longer bears the pain of separation, but the two still remain anxious: if Hoang Kim leaves the forbidden land, the "hero" and the "blossom" will lose their connection.
For a virgin with a "normal body," once one of the two withdraws and re-entry is attempted, it becomes exceptionally difficult... because... even if it's just a brief "separation," those neural pathways deep within the "soul" will sever, and reconnecting emotions is more painful than parting with a "bosom friend."
What's more, Anh Dao is different from other girl. She and he must strive to overcome countless difficulties before he can penetrate the "labyrinth" and explore its forbidden lands. During this process, he employs countless ingenious tricks and superb techniques to arouse desire, allowing the "shy blossom" to open her heart further to him, and it is only at this moment that the couple can find themselves in an earthly paradise.
Once there's a "temporary parting," that hardship transforms into a multiplied challenge, and each re-entry is a silent struggle. Yet "Hoang Kim" is so magnificent; compared to that fragile, minuscule "void," he stands as towering as a deity. Both he and she worry that if the forbidden land remains so closed and he forces his way in, the "labyrinth" will automatically shut its narrow entrance again, and this national hero will be almost unable to continue exploring the "blossom's" innermost feelings within her sacred realm.
So...
Hoang Kim doesn't dare to withdraw completely; he fears that heavenly gate will remain closed forever. Anh Dao also doesn't wish for the conqueror to end this enchanting dance. She is determined to prevent hazard at all costs: if Hoang Kim is interrupted from releasing that elite army to conquer the forbidden palace, the aphrodisiac will transform into a deadly poison.
This couple is currently captivated by feelings and lust, having no way out. Even without these sensitive reasons, neither the hero nor the shy blossom will ever give up halfway, both enjoying private pleasure from... someone... teasing the pistil and playing with the butterfly—unless desire is completely satisfied and one of them loses strength or is utterly exhausted.
This pair of strangers who met by chance are intimately intertwined, merging into one. The deeper they dissolve into each other, the more excited they become; the longer they entwine, the more they yearn for time to freeze, letting the blazing fire of desire... burn... both souls willingly surrender themselves to the fiercely burning passion.
Both sides no longer have psychological barriers. At this sublime moment, the cherry blossom is completely free from the agony of having to suppress the sexual impulses that would spread fervent desire throughout heaven. Her heart burns intensely within, letting earthly bliss guide her into a realm of immersion and infatuation.
He no longer hesitates; with one hand, he supports her back, and with the other, he gently lifts the flower branch on the left. Anh Dao seems unconscious, yet as if dimly comprehending Hoang Kim's intention—he wants her to wrap her long, slender legs around his firm hips... to... maintain balance... and... "tightly embrace" the "hero" who is "touring the Garden of Eden," "exploring" the labyrinthine matrix within the sacred realm.
He is entranced, mesmerized by those maddening, soul-captivating eyes. Her face is flushed a vibrant red, like a deep rose-pink peach blossom. Every sound she makes seems to melt his soul, as the aphrodisiac's effect swiftly takes control of the hero's mind. The ethereal flower of spring passion entices him, inviting him to step into heaven. Heat flows throughout the body. Night mist emanates like a gushing spring. Surging fervor ignites every cell, with blazing flames burning across the scorching skin.
The purple tendons, continuously expanding and contracting, want to tear Hoang Kim apart. His crimson eyeballs crave to ignite the flame of emotion between him and her. The peak of desire foreshadows that the aphrodisiac's effect has reached its limit. This is the perfect moment for passionate lovemaking. Hoang Kim lets go of all worries, indulging with her in the joy within paradise.
He still supports her lower back with one hand, while the other holds between her thigh and buttock. Anh Dao smiles subtly, her face flushes crimson, because she doesn't mean to make such an association, nor does she intend to offend the hero. Yet, a specific scene from countless "private videos" she has watched still appears in her mind... that is precisely the moment when she satisfies herself in bed.
The difference lies in that the veteran male actors in those films... of course... are skillful and accomplished... but compared to this truly deserving "Goddess Slayer" who possesses heavenly-level techniques, those guys in the movies are still an abyss.
Hoang Kim is like playing a seesaw game with her, bouncing up and down with thumping sounds. Every time he moves with skilled rhythm, the "dancer" showcases a fiery dance in the labyrinth, persistently seeking that cherry blossom which still plays hide-and-seek with the emotion-drunk one.
The holy water surges powerfully, the tide transcends the peak of climax, and that flower, always moist with dew... at this moment... feels an earthquake shaking heaven. Every time a tsunami submerges everything beneath legs more stable than heaven-supporting pillars, the scene blurs in the corners of eyes soaked with hot tears and burning passion.
Anh Dao is no longer able to, nor does she care about, her dignity, the pride of a steel woman, and her icy image melting in the fire of desire, and she willingly indulges her naturally amorous and lustful nature, but only now has she met the hero worthy of her offering her body.
This destined night, she wants to enjoy it to the fullest, craving to live out her true self... so that... the hero can satisfy her burning thirst for desire... just like... a drought awaits a timely rain.
With every bout of frenzy, every tremor, the unconscious vehicle no longer remains still, but sways with sounds that are at times as clear as an angel's singing, and at other times as enchanting and seductive as a wild goddess, merging into one rhythm with the passionate dance of the emotional pair, who are living according to humanity's most primal instincts.
Hoang Kim's mind has fallen into a haze. He acts entirely on instinctive reactions, holding her tightly. She also vaguely wraps her arms around him, her slender legs crossed and entwining Hoang Kim.
In a trance, Anh Dao tugs at his hair, burning his wild consciousness beneath the scorching volcano of desire. She reaches out to press the control panel on the car's ceiling, and two long cushioned seats rotate, piecing together into a small bed.
The goddess willingly offers herself, and now, she actively creates a place of pleasure... in order to... "transform" into a "one-night stand," fully enjoying desires that have accumulated and been suppressed for a long time.
This monster awakens the dormant "wanton woman" in the goddess's subconscious... therefore... when she transforms from being shy, infatuated yet reserved, into being bold and intoxicated, he is not surprised in the slightest.
The hero no longer has any reason to hesitate. The male god immediately, together with that flower, satisfies the desire burning with the fire of passion.
Their two bodies melt into one under the intense warmth. The hero and the alluring flower are unwilling to separate, lest they regret losing that moment of ultimate pleasure. Hoang Kim doesn't want to withdraw his weapon, and Anh Dao doesn't want him to either.
The couple even craves a deeper union; both hope he can fully immerse his "weapon" into the forbidden zone, penetrating as deeply as possible, so that in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, he can forge that divine weapon... which is being... intensely refined.
The divine weapon transforms into a kerosene lamp, infiltrating every corner and crevice, illuminating the path forward and the way back. Anh Dao completely abandons herself to the voice that hypnotizes them both. This sound is trapped in an inescapable space, hovering by Hoang Kim's ears, echoing repeatedly in the depths of his consciousness.
The spirits of this man and woman are completely submerged in a world where illusion and reality interweave. Whenever the oil lamp explores and searches in the deepest, darkest places, attempting to unravel all mysteries, the cherry blossom trembles violently, its petals scatter and fall with every wave of "desire-trance" passion.
Each time the narrow path presses tightly, blocking the way to the end, Hoang Kim, stimulated by irritation, instead becomes excited. So he adds "oil," making the lamp probe as deeply as possible. The speed suddenly accelerates, becoming intense and a bit rough, causing the lamp to shake, and then pouring the oil onto the holy land.
The concentrated oil envelops the holy water, erupting upwards and igniting the flames of desire, which blaze fiercely. Lustful fire splashes everywhere, spreading across the holy land; the scorching temperature makes her unable to endure, and she emits an uncontrollable sound.
She had long cast aside all obstacles preventing her from reaching the pinnacle of heaven. She thought no sensation could make her blush, but the sound was so loud it painted blushes onto the cherry blossom.
The sound of lost souls engulfs both him and her. Disoriented reason sways amidst the masculine sweat permeating their entire bodies; the man's scent entices the woman's fragrance. The two have approached a point where they can no longer get closer, yet Hoang Kim feels that this scent is neither that of a girl nor yet fully that of a woman, still very far from him. Thus, he can never get close enough to understand her.
He involuntarily sighs, his warm breath unintentionally blowing into her ear. That scorching breath makes her even more bewildered than when she's being flirted with and teased. Bashful blossoms emit a sweet aroma from her lips, and Hoang Kim's keen sense of smell swirls this aroma into his mind. He still attempts to fathom her personality and state of mind.
The train of thought breaks in two breaths with a joint sound of lost souls. He deliriously clutches her tightly in his arms, burying his face into the snowy mounds, eager to suck up every bit of warmth and moist heat. She, entranced by passion, pulls him into her embrace, tilting her head back, eyes half-closed. The Western girl lets emotion guide her into a dreamlike realm—a beautiful cherry blossom forest, shimmering with bright pink, with an unidentified object vaguely in the distance. She doesn't care at all, allowing her soul to follow the countless petals floating in the spring passion wind.
Lust intoxicates Anh Dao, entwining Hoang Kim, and guides the hero to continue his endless journey. Facing a moment where nerves and emotions are stretched to their limit, almost on the verge of breaking... therefore... from beginning to end, he must tenderly cherish that flower which shuts shyly at a touch, gently caressing the beautiful butterfly whose wings are pressed tightly, almost to suffocation... so that... the flower bud and butterfly together can open their hearts, welcoming his arrival on this path of searching for and conquering the fragrant cherry blossom.
After a seemingly endless trek, Hoang Kim finally reaches the place he has longed for. Those efforts, oblivious to "fatigue," are locked in a "deep and private" place, as if an invisible maze. The forbidden zone seems to be born to "imprison" him. It sequentially closes all mazes, large and small, sealing off every exit to completely prevent any situation where the "weapon" might fall from where he needs to embed his divine weapon completely, right to the hilt.
Anh Dao still pretends to lose awareness, wrapping her right leg around his waist and hip, while her left leg relaxes and gently lifts ten centimeters. He continues to breach the obstructing walls within the maze, and the area constantly overflows like a flood.
Her willow-like brows furrow tightly on her deep red face, as if reproaching him for being a stupid guy. She has already flashed the green light, making it so obvious, yet he cannot immediately grasp her intention, still strenuously cultivating and nurturing the Garden of Eden.
She thought lust had muddled his reason, so she deliberately repeated the motion of wrapping her right leg, lifting her left thigh, and slightly tilting her waist... yet... she was startled to discover that this stupid guy still forced her to reveal her true feelings.
He smiles softly, gently appreciating her delicate charm—that charming pout and side-glance, imbued with a "blame for his damn bad habits," all because the hero dared to tease her. It was clearly a "retaliation" for her trick a few minutes earlier, when she tempted him to kiss her.
The hero whispers an apology, his voice warm and full of affection, as if admitting a mistake to a lover. This makes her face flush red, her cherry lips chuckle softly and mutter a faint "stupid." She lets out a soft "ah," cupping her hands over her cheeks to hide that streak of deep pink moonlight... as... he follows the momentum, twists his waist, and slowly moves the "oil lamp" downward to continuously illuminate... the most sensitive point... of... convergence between the butterfly-flower's heart and the deep, hidden region.
That soft, beautiful sound is like an angel's music, clear and melodious, echoing into an endless string of melodies. Holy water unleashes a tsunami, pouring torrents of floodwaters onto the scorching oil lamp. This furious energy is surging powerfully, urging him to pour out everything for the final journey, warning that if the hero shows any slack, loses focus, or fails to complete his mission, a sweet death awaits him ahead.
He then carefully makes every move, gently lifting that flower, so that it completely dominates the "hero."
Anh Dao, startled by his sudden action, immediately arches her body, pressing her upper half tightly against his chest, as solid and majestic as Mount Tai. Hoang Kim smiles at the corner of his mouth, his hands gently touching the lower part of her snow-like slender waist. She purses her lips and smiles shyly, grasping his intention to substitute action for words:
"Don't worry, I will cautiously adjust my posture. No matter how you move, be it fast or slow, skillful or clumsy, we will melt into one, never to be separated."
She buries her head deep into his shoulder, to conceal her flushed face. Bashfully, she moves her long legs inch by inch, wrapping them tightly around his waist and hip from behind him. The flower gently sways its waist, and their two bodies merge, intermingling into one.
With every pulsation, the forbidden palace trembles violently. The divine weapon penetrates the point of convergence between the butterfly-flower's heart and the deep, hidden region, intimately teasing multiple times, then delving deep into the forbidden maze, stirring and disrupting the holy land.
The beauty and the hero swayingly dance the fiery dance of desire together; lust and affection harmonize into a song, and the flower-butterfly's low moans are ceaseless, like an angel's qin music.
Anh Dao flings her soaked golden hair back, her body arching like a rainbow in the rain, moving towards the hero, a master of gliding across the ice and snow. He is intoxicated within it, completely releasing his soul into that peach garden of blazing lust and fervent desire.
That ultimate, ethereal sense of joy surges straight to the Ninth Heaven... in that moment... she rides the clouds and mist in his "embrace," the oil lamp burns fiercely, illuminating all the most sensitive points of convergence in Butterfly-Flower Valley.
Anh Dao hazily feels... that posture, allowing the shy, deep-red moon to face the scorching sun, silently transmitting pleasure... delivering the most sublimated, most insane, most wild, most fierce, most warm feelings, and fervent sensations.... to... the girl immersed in the sea of desire where they meld and fuse into each other.
Hoang Kim gives a subtle smile, and that tender expression flickers in Anh Dao's shy eyes. This virgin, who has just bid farewell to her purity… her cheeks flush crimson… realizing that he has noticed… that she has understood that the man she trusts—the one who has coaxed her soul into paradise throughout the entire night—wants… she reigns supreme in his lap… to… fully feel that divine weapon deeply thrusting into the deepest, bottomless sanctum… as… the goddess dances a celestial dance at the pinnacle of their lovemaking paradise.
Tonight is the first time she has ever tasted the flavor of lust.
This crazy night is also the first time in her life… experiences… all kinds of emotional upheavals, and sheds tears for a man.
She… does not cry because of parting with her virginity, which no longer belongs to her…
She… does not cry because this night, filled with desire but devoid of love, has yet to form true affection between man and woman.
She…
Cries because he empathizes with her. He without hatred, without disdain, without complaints, and without blaming her for being an accomplice in helping the mastermind harm the innocent.
And…
She cries because, for the first time, she feels the sharp pain and numbness of parting with the confidante who has accompanied her for twenty years…
That pain of separation dissolves into a mixture of shyness and wild abandon, savoring the tender sensations minute by minute, sweet to the very second... with... unforgettable moments of living true to herself... alongside... the hero she deeply respects and absolutely trusts.
The goddess tenderly admires the true hero, and that sweet god gazes at her obsessively. The eyes of this "emotion" pair are filled with boundless tenderness and affection, shy and blushing, as those enchanting moans seem to tempt a man into sin, igniting explosive excitement. The two bare forms return to the most primal state of their souls and bodies.
The soul-stirring sounds are ceaseless, completely engulfing both her and him. In their empty minds, only desire remains. The only thing running parallel to carnal desire is each person's instinct. The two are clasped tightly together, immersed in joyful infatuation and pleasure, completely oblivious to the fleeting passage of time.
Time never waits for anyone, especially not for two people wholeheartedly diving into the boundless sea of desire. When the lamp is extinguished by the holy water, the oil in the lamp and the reserved oil overflow into the maze's holy land, and the man and woman awake from their wild frenzy. The holy land ignites with flames amidst satisfied moans, emitting a scorching aura and a rich, erotic scent.
Anh Dao lifts her body, her head tilting slightly back, feeling the last moment of infatuation. Hoang Kim lowers the curtain of their lovemaking, gently approaching her lips. Although the delirium still surges throughout her body, agitating like an electric shock, when Anh Dao notices Hoang Kim trying to go beyond what she can accept, her slender willow-like brows frown slightly, and her complexion darkens accordingly. Her cherry blossom countenance, originally full of spring colors, instantly turns ashen, like withered petals. She hates most the one who most despises her vows.
He has been the first man who has blended his body and soul with hers. Her snow-white skin is like pearls and jade, her breath carries the fragrance of cherry blossoms, and her sweat reveals the pure scent of a virgin. Even the most precious thing in a girl's entire life, she unhesitatingly delivers her everything to him, without regret or complaint.
He even uses his mouth to remove her underwear, doing all sorts of perverted things to her. Yet the hero is not satisfied; not only does he taste the sweet "peach," but he continues to demand the "fairy." Facing his unending greed, she finds it difficult to accept.
The thought of pushing him away flashes for half a second, the next half a second she is stunned, watching Hoang Kim gently kiss her cheek. That kiss is as light as a fleeting breeze, yet it makes the withered petals revive, her anger dissipates, transforming into the airy pink of spring vitality.
In her twenty years of life, she has never tasted the flavor of shyness. Yet tonight, she can no longer recall the number of times her ears have felt hot and her cheeks have flushed red in front of this stupid guy. Everything happens too quickly. Hoang Kim sees her body stiffen, her semi-double-lidded eyes are forced open wide, sparkling as she stares intently at him. The hero scratches his head, then asks with slight embarrassment:
- What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?
Anh Dao is startled; the question strikes right at her secret, instantly making her sit up. The girl pushes him away and, to mask her embarrassment, angrily rebukes him for losing control due to excessive excitement, shouting irritably:
- You stupid, you've already torn my sleeve. How much longer are you planning to be sprawled on top of me?
The excuse is both reasonable and rational, perfectly fitting the context and timing, concealing what she wants to hide. The stupid guy mistakenly believes the girl is angry because he is clinging to her body, so he lowers his head and apologizes. Anh Dao watches the shy Hoang Kim not daring to look directly at her. He fumbles to find clothes for her first, and then for himself. The girl presses her lips tightly, trying to hold back her laughter, yet the charming corners of her lips have already outlined a hint of joy.
After a moment of tension, Hoang Kim lifts his head. He does not discover that which he will never be able to know; that secret has long been hidden by her without a trace. Before he turns around, Anh Dao quickly conceals her emotions. She understands his meaning, yet feigns nonchalance and asks:
- You made love with someone else's daughter for several hours and weren't shy, so why are you shy now?
Hoang Kim listens to her bold words, utterly different from her shyness during lovemaking, yet there is no trace of deliberate audacity in her tone. Anh Dao remains tight-lipped; he still cannot guess what she hides in her heart. A stupid guy is a stupid guy after all; he's a long way from guessing the blonde girl's thoughts.
- One shouldn't look at a girl wearing clothes!
Anh Dao bends down, reaches out and picks up the roll of toilet paper that has fallen onto the car floor:
- You understand a girl's psychology very well! - She giggles while wiping away the fluid still flowing from within her body - But I am a woman... already. I am no longer a girl!
Anh Dao teases. Joking around is her strange hobby, also to make him less gloomy. He wonders if she had deliberately paused at the word "woman" before gently adding the conclusive "already". She had just made a joke and was not forcing him to bear any responsibility. The hero is haunted by a persistent sorrow, a void he can never hope to fill in his lifetime. Most important is emotion; without emotion, one should not use bonds to hurt each other.
BOOM...
A terrifying loud sound interrupts his thoughts. The car's right side is violently struck by the pickup truck from behind. The offending driver quickly steps on the gas pedal and drives away. The impact force throws Hoang Kim against Anh Dao. He hastily helps her up, seeing the girl's forehead is bleeding. The hero eagerly tears open a tissue, wipes for her, asking with concern:
- Is there a bandage in the car?
Anh Dao points to the plastic box that has fallen onto the car floor. Hoang Kim performs first aid. Anh Dao is quite seriously injured, but there's no need to worry as if she's critically wounded and about to die, yet the stupid guy panics as if she is his lover.
If she were not familiar with his character, she might have thought he was pretending to care and flirting. Anh Dao smiles inwardly, her gaze falls on his tender actions of applying disinfectant for her, then gently bandages her with cotton gauze. She deliberately frowns to probe him. As expected, Hoang Kim pauses, asking nervously:
- Did I hurt you?
Anh Dao does not directly answer, but instead asks back:
- Are you so gentle with all girls?
Hoang Kim finishes bandaging the last strip, and says lightly:
- Don't you women always want this?
Gentle Anh Dao smiled slightly, gazing at him with shining eyes, bringing her hand close to his cheek, but not touching or pinching his ear. She said half-jokingly, half-seriously:
- I'm starting to like you, you must not die, okay!
She mainly flirts to tease him, because the hero is even more flustered than a girl. Anh Dao purses her lips, smiles slightly, as if to say she hadn't dressed yet. The person being teased awkwardly turns to the other side again. She teases him without shame during their intimacy, everything is over, what are you shy about? Now, the girl feels embarrassed by this situation.
It took a long time to wipe away the viscous fluids completely. The two car upholstered seats, joined to form a bed, had also been soaked through with a mixture of night dew and holy water, and the car floor was inundated by a cataclysmic tsunami-like flood. All the traces of the joyous battlefield made her face flush even redder than a deep crimson peach blossom. Anh Dao put on her clothes and sat back in the seat.
Hoang Kim asks several times, but she remains silent. He gathers his courage to look back, frowning, because he sees her surprisingly calm. Her expression is exactly the same as when they first met. She regards it as if nothing had happened.
Hoang Kim still doesn't understand this strange girl. His gaze turns to the damage on the car, allowing them both to avoid awkward situations. He finds that although the car door was dented, it has already opened after the impact, so he excitedly tells Anh Dao the good news. She just casually replies:
- Let's go home!
Anh Dao drives silently, Hoang Kim has no reason to talk to her anymore, and he no longer feels like it. Hoang Kim is very worried about his mother, not knowing how to face her. Although he falls into a trap, he actually had incestuous relations with his sister and niece. Anh Dao treats him as an invisible person, so neither of them speaks throughout the journey.