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, "hoe" 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 luring the mastermind, making that old man temporarily stop tormenting the four.
Every second, he has been searching for ways to protect them. Hoang Kim's sincerity is slowly bridging the gap between the hero and the victims. Lan and Suong lowered their heads, their eyes reddened as they quietly expressed 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 felt shy, worried about how they would interact with each other after the mother and her two daughters spent the night with the same man. Neither the older nor the younger sister could face the other openly, let alone meet other men. Hoang Kim expressed his intentions—in simple terms, it was a responsibility, yet in the darkness of the future, it still flickered 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 dragged the cannon near the damp forest, and the Lan sisters had no choice but to witness its barrel, with its two wheels, silently entering the dense forest. As soon as the weapon moved into the area, her sensitive body, which hadn't interacted with men for years, trembled instantly. After two years without the presence of women, these vigorous young men couldn't help but shiver.
The mysterious aphrodisiac traveled through their bodies along two routes: one controlling the brain, causing heightened neural activity, and the other surging downward, gradually propelling a powerful urge forward. Ngoc tilted her face, flushed like the sunset, avoiding her daughter's gaze. She struggled to resist a wave of chaotic pleasure spreading through her body, but it was hard to suppress her rapid breathing. The two sisters turned away, burying their deeply flushed faces close to Hoang Kim's chest.
The girls looked up slowly and lightly touched his lips. The kisses were only partly intended to awaken Hoang Kim to his responsibility, but unexpectedly, they added fuel to the fire, causing lust to flare fiercely.
Every time the gun barrel hit the weak point, the deep maze shook violently, sending out the "female warriors" to surround the entire cannon; the attackers and defenders fought fiercely. The hero responded passionately to the Lan sisters, his half-awake, half-asleep spirit giving in to the passion; he greedily parted Suong and Lan's lips, his tongue rolling to bind everything in the fragrant palate.
JK had yet to give the order, and everyone was immersed in their own pleasures. The old man laughed heartily, and the mastermind temporarily chose not to exert pressure. Rather than causing discomfort to everyone, the old man wanted to see them willingly ascend to ecstasy in suffering.
The person standing next to him—Anh Dao—had a face redder than her name, and the flames of passion burned all over her body. She closed her long legs in confusion, trying to block something underneath. JK silently glanced at the embarrassing sight inside the mini juyp, where something was slowly seeping down her thighs. The old man smiled 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—had always been the mistaken belief that every Western girl was promiscuous.
- Do you want to join?
Anh Dao jerked back like a leech touching lime:
- Father, stop joking!
JK exhaled cigar smoke and said 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 retreated, her hands clenched tightly as she tried to hide the trembling emotions caused by anger. JK no longer cared about her and was comfortably enjoying the live broadcast on the screen. Hoang Kim was overcome by lust, his mind dazed, hearing the sobbing cries humiliated by soft moans. Intoxicating sweat soaked their skin, radiating the fire of passion.
Ngoc had already done her best but still couldn't resist her instincts, allowing her body to indulge in the midst of passion. Tears mingled with shyness as the pleasures of lust and sin rose together, unable to erase the pink flush from her face. She was immersed in a hazy world.
The naughty hands rioted across the Isle of Penglai, causing chaos in the Peach Garden and disturbing the forbidden palace of the two virgins. Cannons invaded the deepest parts of this territory; the enemy immediately breached the embankment and rapidly submerged all weapons in the rushing river. Amid the violent storm of water attack, the gun barrel shook wildly, triggering a powerful recoil and continuously firing scorching hot cannonballs.
The battle scene was still intense; the seductive moans awakened the hero. Hoang Kim was shocked, watching Ngoc's tears fall like rain, his trembling hand hiding the bitter humiliation. He panicked, withdrew his weapons from the battlefield, and then retreated.
The mother dared not meet her daughter's gaze. The daughter knew her mother was enduring both physical and mental torment; the image of a loving mother crumbled under the sounds of carnal moans. They grieved for what they had lost and blamed themselves.
The mother endured the pain; the two sisters were infatuated by the man who had just had intercourse with their mother. Briefly losing themselves, the girls sobbed, and every tear of regret could not wash away the stinging shame in their hearts.
Ashamed and heartbroken, the sad daughter lay down beside her mother, burying her head in her loved one's embrace. The mother embraced her crying daughters, all three pairs of eyes puffy from crying. She wiped away her tears, trying to push past the lingering numbness, and gently comforted her daughter:
- Come on, don't cry, stay strong. The nightmare isn't over yet!
Hoang Kim felt very guilty. He told himself and promised to take everything upon himself in place of the girls. That promise cursed those perverse behaviors that felt like raping the mother and daughters, and the promise of the wind was like a slap in his lowered face.
Four people were victims; JK was the perpetrator. Although they knew it was selfish, they had to resent Hoang Kim; only then could the two sisters ease their own guilt. Hoang Kim broke his promise and hurt the mother and daughter. All words of comfort were meaningless; his tormented conscience forced him to apologize.
- Heh heh, the hero not only failed to rescue the beauty but also raped her. JK sneered, a cigar in his mouth as he sarcastically clapped his hands - But congratulations on passing the first level!