Chapter 5
Passing the first level
The four of them endured multiple cycles of joy and struggle, haunted by embarrassment and fear like inseparable shadows. And finally, the most exhilarating yet terrifying moment arrived.
Participating in vulgar and despicable acts without any moral bottom line, these pitiful people hesitated before a game whose end was unknown.
Hoang Kim deliberately subjected himself to humiliation—he suddenly bent down and scooped Ngoc up into his arms. This action shocked everyone present. JK was equally surprised, a bewildered smile rising at the corners of his lips:
-Interesting. I like you now, "ploughing" hero!
JK took a deep drag of his cigarette, leaned back in his chair, rested his feet on the table, and then ordered the Lan sisters to follow Hoang Kim. This simple command unexpectedly became an explanation—it was his way of getting the mastermind's attention, making that old man temporarily stop tormenting the four.
Every second, he has been searching for ways to protect them. Hoang Kim's sincerity slowly bridges the gap between the hero and the victims. Lan and Suong lower their heads, their eyes redden as they quietly express their gratitude.
The husband who had shared the same bed had never held Ngoc like this before. Shyly, she secretly glanced at the man who was about to have her; his healthy physique radiated vitality. His sharp, angular face, damp with sweat, accentuated his strong, masculine demeanor, and his eyes, luminous as the stars, gently gazed at her. His gaze was brighter than the stars as he contemplated her tenderly. Ngoc blushed and turned her face away. He then softly spoke to her and her daughters:
- After tonight, JK will likely let the world know about this, and your family will be shattered. I won't be able to continue pursuing my athletics career anymore. People's gossip will bury everything in the mud. Even if JK keeps the secret, I will still lose the qualification to wear the national colors and no longer have the face to meet my wife. If none of you resent the one who ruined your lives, I'll ask my mother to let me take care of all of you for the rest of our lives, in a place where there are only six of us!
Ngoc quietly mentioned the deal:
- This will stop him!
The hero was more confused than ever. He gently placed her onto the mattress and whispered:
- Sorry, I may have overthought this.
If Hoang Kim had not committed suicide, everything he said or did would have been nothing but honey-coated lies. Moreover, he was under the influence of a mysterious aphrodisiac, completely under control, yet he remained constantly worried about those three people. Even though JK kept the secret, the mother and daughters still could not face their husband and father. To save Luu Ly's life, Ngoc made the painful choice to sacrifice their dignity. Once her daughter recovered, she would divorce and take her three daughters to move elsewhere.
Although one can avoid the sky, they cannot escape the sunlight. Tonight's torment and ecstasy will forever linger in the minds of the mother and her two daughters. JK is the mastermind, yet the one who possesses their bodies is not that old man. Ironically, the very person who inflicted the wound in their hearts may also be the one to heal it.
The Lan sisters feel shy, worrying about how they will interact with each other after the mother and her two daughters spend the night with the same man. Neither the older nor the younger sister can face the other openly, let alone meet other men. Hoang Kim expresses his intentions—in simple terms, it is a responsibility, yet in the darkness of the future, it still flickers with hope.
Everything has two sides. If they refuse, they may spend their entire lives in loneliness and pain; if they accept and let Hoang Kim take care of the mother and daughter, it would overturn moral and ethical boundaries. Living under the same roof, could it be that he must call the woman who was once intimate with him his mother-in-law? Even in the ordinary sense of caregiving, the four of them do not know what identities to live with. It is an irreversible fact that their bodies will soon belong to one another, with hundreds of entanglements intertwining in a chaotic mess of emotions.
The hero drags the cannon near the damp forest, and the Lan sisters have no choice but to witness its barrel and its two wheels silently entering the dense forest. As soon as the weapon moves into the area, Ngoc's sensitive body, which hasn't interacted with men for years, trembles instantly. After two years without the presence of women, the vigorous young man can't help but shiver.
The mysterious aphrodisiac travels through his body along two routes: one controlling the brain, causing heightened neural activity, and the other surges downward, gradually propelling a powerful urge forward. Ngoc tilts her face, flushed like the sunset, avoiding her daughter's gaze. She struggles to resist a wave of chaotic pleasure spreading through her body, but it is hard to suppress her rapid breathing. The two sisters turn away, burying their deeply flushed faces close to Hoang Kim's chest.
The girls look up slowly and lightly touch his lips. The kisses are only partly intended to awaken Hoang Kim to his responsibility, but unexpectedly, they add fuel to the fire, causing lust to flare fiercely.
Every time the gun barrel hits the weak point, the deep maze shakes violently, sending out the "female warriors" to surround the entire cannon; the attackers and defenders fight fiercely. The hero responds passionately to the Lan sisters, his half-awake, half-asleep spirit gives in to the passion; he greedily parts Suong and Lan's lips, his tongue rolls to bind everything in the fragrant palate.
JK has yet to give the order, and everyone is immersed in their own pleasures. The old man laughs heartily, and the mastermind temporarily chooses not to exert pressure. Rather than causing discomfort to everyone, the old man wants to see them willingly ascend to ecstasy in suffering.
The person standing next to him—Anh Dao—has a face redder than her name, and the flames of passion burn all over her body. She closes her long legs in confusion, trying to block something underneath. JK silently glances at the embarrassing sight inside the mini jupe, where something is slowly seeping down her thighs. The old man smiles faintly, considering it natural for a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl like Anh Dao. From past to present, JK's default mentality—like that of countless Orientals—has always been the mistaken belief that every Western girl is promiscuous.
- Do you want to join?
Anh Dao jerks back like a leech touching lime:
- Father, stop joking!
JK exhales cigar smoke and says with a smile:
- Daughter, don't resist! It's just sex; there's nothing to be afraid of. Long-term accumulation without release is very detrimental to health.
Anh Dao silently retreats, her hands clench tightly as she tries to hide the trembling emotions caused by anger. JK no longer cares about her and is comfortably enjoying the live broadcast on the screen. Hoang Kim is overcome by lust, his mind is dazed, hearing the sobbing cries humiliated by soft moans. Intoxicating sweat soaks their skin, radiating the fire of passion.
Ngoc has already done her best but still can't resist her instincts, allowing her body to indulge in the midst of passion. Tears mingle with shyness as the pleasures of lust and sin rise together, unable to erase the pink flush from her face. She is immersed in a hazy world.
The naughty hands riot across the Isle of Penglai, causing chaos in the Peach Garden and disturbing the forbidden palace of the two virgins. Cannons invade the deepest parts of this territory; the enemy immediately breaches the embankment and rapidly submerges all weapons in the rushing river. Amid the violent storm of water attack, the gun barrel shakes wildly, triggering a powerful recoil and continuously fires scorching hot cannonballs.
The battle scene is still intense; the seductive moans awaken the hero. Hoang Kim is shocked, watching Ngoc's tears fall like rain, his trembling hand hiding the bitter humiliation. He panics, withdraws his weapons from the battlefield, and then retreats.
The mother dares not look at her daughter. The daughter knows her mother is struggling in both physical and mental torment; the image of a loving mother crumbles under the sounds of carnal moans. They grieve for their loved ones and blame themselves.
The mother endures the pain; the two sisters momentarily succumb to their feminine instincts, abandoning themselves to physical intimacy with the man who has just had intercourse with their mother. Briefly losing themselves, the girls sob, and every tear of regret cannot wash away the stinging shame in their hearts.
Ashamed and heartbroken, the sad daughter lays down beside her mother, burying her head in her loved one's embrace. The mother embraces her crying daughters, their three pairs of eyes puffy from crying. She wipes away her tears, trying to forget the lingering numbness, and gently comforts her daughter:
- Come on, don't cry, stay strong. The nightmare isn't over yet!
Hoang Kim has felt very guilty. He has told himself and has promised to take everything upon himself in place of the girls. That promise has cursed those perverse behaviors that feel like raping the mother and daughters, and the promise of the wind is like a slap in his lowered face.
Four people are victims; the culprit is JK. The virgin body has been defiled, but it cannot compare to the pain the mother has endured. Although they know it is selfish, they have had to resent Hoang Kim; only then can the two sisters alleviate their guilt. Hoang Kim has not kept his promise and has hurt the mother and daughter. All words of comfort are meaningless; his tormented conscience forces him to apologize.
- Heh heh, the hero not only fails to rescue the beauty but also rapes her. - JK, with a cigar in his mouth, sarcastically claps his hands. - But congratulations on passing the first level!