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 didn't wait for JK's consent; she crawled toward Hoang Kim's lower body, appearing extremely desirous of sex. The daughter protects the mother, and the mother sacrifices 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. In the end, she wept in sorrow, watching her daughters tremble as they wiped away every stain clinging to the superfluous object. Ngoc must witness the tears of humiliation soaking her daughters' faces, yet no one dared to stop even for a second. The mother was collapsing, crying silently. Hoang Kim had never been as useless as he was 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 pretended 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 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 the Lan sisters awkwardly clean 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 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 clicked his tongue, making a disgusting sound, and continued - Just imagine you're tasting delicious ice cream! Hehehe...
The purplish hue on their faces slowly darkened into deep red. The mother and her two daughters, furious and humiliated, had no choice but to obey the old man if they wanted to finish quickly. JK nodded firmly and commanded 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 were 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 her dearest person. The sensitive touch forces the tormented virgins to bite their lips tightly to stifle the shameful sounds, lest JK mock them—though they still couldn'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 him, 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, conquered 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 Ngoc and her daughters, and in this moment, she admired the girls who were cherished and protected by him.
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 beauties—if the girls have 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 mysterious aphrodisiac'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 sinful passion, various emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—intertwined. When Hoang Kim suppressed his primal urges, an indescribable surge of emotions erupted.
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 were exceptionally careful, as if she was afraid of hurting him. She gently bandaged Hoang Kim's arm, every motion filled with delicate caution. She lightly placed her hand on the emergency bandage, lifted her eyes, and immediately collided with Hoang Kim's deep, affectionate gaze. A sudden heat rushed over her, and her cheeks quietly flushed, like a girl experiencing first love. She feared that meeting his eyes would ignite an uncontrollable fire of emotions, so she hurriedly averted 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 their 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 were no longer confined by her rigid beliefs. Even Bang Suong, who had always held firm to her convictions, was beginning to waver.
It's unbelievable—the victim has developed feelings for the perpetrator. This absurd reality is gradually taking shape.
The daughters are captivated, and the mother is tender in the arms of the hero who gives them their first stirrings 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 burning hot, masculine tanned 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 beauties—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 was almost voluntary. Therefore, the intense emotions, like a long-dormant blaze, erupted in an instant at this moment.
Lan and her sister heard the soft moans, their ears turning slightly red as the blush crept across their cheeks. The intoxicating whispers gradually faded, and the girls cast a fleeting glance—but immediately lowered their heads. They attempted 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 affection. 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 were immersed in the endless pleasure of affection 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 stirred Anh Dao's excitement, leaving the blonde girl somewhat perplexed. She did not deny her own desire, yet she had never blushed as much 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 "perpetrator" 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, emotions, and yearning 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 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.