Chapter 6
Yearning
JK ordered Hoang Kim to lie on the mattress, squinting at the cannon, his face contorted with disgust:
- Tsk, it's so dirty; Suong and Lan clean his gun with their mouths.
That order had already made the sisters' bodies tremble, frowning, and not daring to look at the slime-stained object, which was wetter than a skinned rat. Fear subsided temporarily and then rose again, but if they continued to hesitate, mother and daughter would face a tragic end. Hoang Kim felt helpless and full of guilt; he turned his face away. Suong and Lan approached him. Ngoc had just gone through a fierce battle; her body hadn't exercised for many years, and she still felt a bit tired at that moment. She put her hand on the mattress and sat up, revealing an excited and lewd face as she pleaded with JK:
- My daughter has never done this, and he is not satisfied with it either. I am not satisfied yet; I want more stimulation!
Ngoc didn't wait for JK's consent; she crawled toward Hoang Kim's lower body, looking extremely desirous of sex. The daughter protected the mother, and the mother sacrificed everything for the daughter. The Lan sisters lowered their heads simultaneously, allowing those dirty things to humiliate them.
JK smirked and tilted his head to look at Ngoc pretending to be a whore, finally crying in hatred as he watched his child tremblingly clean all the filth on the superfluous object. Ngoc had to witness the tears of humiliation soak her daughter's face, but no one dared to stop for a second. The mother cried silently. Hoang Kim had never been as useless as he was at that moment. He lay quietly, enduring humiliation and anger while JK played 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! Hahahaha...
JK shook his head, clicked his tongue, took a sip of tea, and watched as Ngoc spread 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 frowned, watching as the Lan sisters awkwardly cleaned for Hoang Kim, but they were still not careful enough and almost scraped off the paint on the cannon.
- Are you two trying to destroy the weapon?
He asked with a frown. The mother and daughter, furious, their faces turning purple, listened to the old man's teachings:
- 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 clicked his tongue, making a disgusting sound, and continued - Just imagine you're tasting delicious ice cream! Hehehe...
The purple on their faces gradually deepened into a dark red. The mother and daughter were both furious and embarrassed, but if they wanted to finish quickly, they had no choice but to obey the old man. JK nodded and ordered the Lan sisters to carry out the task:
- Both of you, eat ice cream with your backsides turned toward him.
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 is 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 were filled with fear at this perverse game. When Hoang Kim intruded upon their birthplace, they were shocked by their mother's embarrassed voice. Now, Hoang Kim did not dare step into the peach creek, only lingering on the shore, while the girls still shuddered with disgust each time. In a few moments, the daughter understood why her mother avoided her loved ones. The sensitive touch forced the miserable virgins to bite their lips tightly to block out the shameful sound, while preventing JK from insulting them; they still couldn't stop their bodies from reacting instinctively.
The fountain of youth quietly eroded the cage that symbolized reason, and the beast, suppressed by Hoang Kim's powerful grip, suddenly broke free with ferocity. In a brief moment of distraction, it managed to break free. The hero sprang up, his hand brushing Suong's hip as she pressed her soft buttocks against his face.
Suong's lower body tingled with waves of numbness, but the pleasure was immediately extinguished, leaving her startled. She looked at him, bewildered as he picked her up and gently placed her on the mattress. The monster in his heart had been subdued, but his animal instincts were still surging wildly. The 'beast' in his lower body ultimately failed to smear its dirty saliva on the mother and daughter in time.
The mother and daughter were startled by the sudden movement, quietly wiping away the damp, grimy streaks on their cheeks. Hoang Kim panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot under the drug's effect. The girls watched him struggle in terror, like a beast consumed by desire, painfully wrestling between reason and instinct. The three clung tightly to each other, fearing that his rationality would collapse and they might suffer humiliation.
At that moment, Hoang Kim let out a furious roar and bit down hard on his own arm, causing blood to gush out violently. The intense pain, like a thunderbolt, pierced through his mind, awakening his dormant will and forcibly suppressing the beast within. The girls screamed uncontrollably, yet in that agony, they also saw his clarity and resilience.
A gentle smile carried both sorrow and joy as the hero silently gazed at the girls he had fought so hard to protect, his deep emotions bringing warmth to wounded hearts. Tears soaked their eyelashes, and blood mixed with sorrow, warming the hearts of these unfortunate women.
The Lan sisters wanted to stop Hoang Kim's bleeding but hesitated, not daring to act. Hoang Kim tore the bedsheet into strips. Twice, he had sacrificed himself for complete strangers, and his kindness profoundly moved the hearts of the mother and two daughters. Ngoc didn't hesitate for a second to repay the hero. She gently touched the cloth in Hoang Kim's hand. He smiled bitterly and let her fulfill her wish.
Behind the screen, the fourth girl was astonished by the hero's abilities. The potency of the Emperor's Night of Three Beauties surpassed even the deadliest poison. Throughout history, no man had ever been able to fully control his desires. Even with a heart as calm as still water, everyone would eventually turns into green bearded demon, preying on their victims until every last craving was unleashed[1].
At times, Hoang Kim would lose his sanity as the drug's effects took hold, setting his body ablaze with uncontrollable desire. He felt as if he were being roasted in an illusory Eight Trigrams Furnace, suffering excruciating pain akin to brutal torture. Yet, the champion remained steadfast, his resolve unshaken, the only man in history to resist his primal urges. His steely willpower had, instead, conquered those who had sought to entrap him.
Anh Dao had never regarded men with any importance, but now, she found herself sincerely respecting this true hero. She deeply lamented the fate of the mother and daughters, and now, she genuinely held great admiration for the girls whom he had once gone to great lengths to protect.
JK stared blankly at Hoang Kim, silently questioning: How could such an absurd and terrifying event have possibly happened?
The mastermind felt as if he were dreaming, paused for a few seconds, then applauded and praised sarcastically:
- A true national hero! Of course, this compliment comes straight from the depths of my heart—haha!
The old man climbed onto the table, watching as Ngoc carefully wrapped 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 shrugged and said indifferently:
- Makes sense. A hero has risked his life multiple times to save a beauty—if the girl had absolutely no feelings for him, wouldn't that be illogical?
The four completely ignored all ridicule and sarcasm:
- Your skills are truly extraordinary—I have no choice but to accept this cruel reality!
JK's tone turned sinister as he spoke coldly:
- But the drug's effects are still strong—don't celebrate too soon, buddy...
The mother and her two daughters ignored all words—they cared only about the wounds of the man who had sacrificed himself for them. Hoang Kim's attempted suicide had failed, and with it, Ngoc's fear and disgust toward him gradually faded away.
After experiencing a complex entanglement of passion, joy, anger, and sorrow, the moment Hoang Kim restrained his primal urges, an indescribable emotion stirred within them.
His sacrifice planted a feeling in everyone's hearts—one that could not yet be called love. It was neither love nor an ordinary emotion, yet it subtly touched their hearts.
Ngoc was exceptionally cautious with every movement, bandaging Hoàng Kim bit by bit, as if afraid of hurting him. She gently placed her hand on the first aid cloth, then lifted her gaze—only to find Hoàng Kim contemplating her in fascination. A wave of warmth rushed through her, her cheeks flushing like a young girl experiencing intimacy for the first time. Afraid that their eyes would meet and the fire of emotion would ignite, she quickly looked away, avoiding him.
Ngoc was the one who understood and cared for him the most, never holding any resentment or dissatisfaction. Whether out of sincerity or intent, her goal was to make Hoang Kim pay more attention to her daughter, while he still admired the first woman... tonight, he held her tightly. Lan and her sisters were 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 trace of gratitude in her heart. Now, his act of self-harm had changed the mother and daughters' perception of him.
A man risked his life twice to save them, and Lan's emotions were no longer confined by her rigid beliefs. Even Bang Suong, who had always held firm to her convictions, was beginning to waver.
It was unbelievable—the victim had developed feelings for the perpetrator. This absurd reality was gradually taking shape.
The daughter's heart fluttered while the gentle mother nestled into the hero's embrace granting her and her daughters their first tremor of emotion. Ngoc thought her child was still haunted by the filthy past and feared that JK would be enraged if he found out, so she buried her head in Hoang Kim's chest, unaware that her daughter was silently watching her.
A sorrowful expression carried a hint of regret, as the sisters harbored an unspoken, heavy burden in their hearts. If they could take care of him, perhaps they wouldn't have to bury their sadness deep within.
Conflicting desires briefly occupied Lan and Bang Suong's thoughts, still causing their cheeks to flush. The grieving daughter turned away, unwilling to witness Hoang Kim gently pressing his lips to her mother's.
Ngoc's feelings for Hoang Kim were no longer the same as before. A single kiss ignited the flames deep within her heart. Their lips met, drawing closer as they felt the heat of each other's breath.
His dark, heated skin burned against the soft, white pink of her flesh. They were lost in an irresistible infatuation. In this moment, their bodies truly belonged to each other.
With every union of yin and yang, their souls ascended through intimate touch, drifting to the peak of emotion.
They were afraid that JK would humiliate them, so they clung to each other every single moment. This excuse masked the intense emotions they felt for one another. The burning fire of infatuation, fueled by the drug, prompted Hoang Kim to temporarily leave her plump lips and explore the volcano again. Even heroes cannot resist the charms of a beauty—especially under the influence of the drug. The primal man was seduced by both lust and emotion, only to be consumed by remorse for those he cared about.
For the first time, making love was intertwined with pain—Ngoc struggled to control herself, but now it was almost voluntary. Thus, the intense emotions, like a fire that had once died out, suddenly erupted in this moment.
Lan and her sister heard the soft moans, their ears turning slightly red as the blush spread across their faces. The intoxicating whispers gradually faded, and the girls instinctively stole a glance—but immediately lowered their heads.
They tried to avoid the scene before them—his passionate kiss, meant to conceal the mother's shyness. A glimmer of gratitude flashed in Ngoc's eyes as she gently embraced the man who belonged to her for just one night.
Spring's passion once again stirred Anh Dao's excitement, leaving the blonde girl somewhat perplexed. She did not deny her own desire, yet she had never blushed so completely as she did 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 curled into a slight smile as he watched the man and woman become one, their primitive, heated bodies drenched in lust's sweat. The "murderer" and the "victim" clung to each other, unwilling to part for even a second. The intoxicating moans lingered with the strong masculine breath more than ever... becoming a symphony of lust, love, and emotional sublimation, deeply immersed in sin.
The mastermind, in good spirits, silently observed the "couple" reaching the peak of desire, seeing it as a fitting prize for the night's spectacle. A slight smile crossed his face as he exclaimed.
- 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 moaned, 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.