Chapter 7
Guilty Inferiority Complex
The mockery doesn't anger Ngoc, but the humiliation reminds her that she seems to have made a mistake, and the mother unconsciously turns to her daughters. The Lan sisters cry in sadness, and there is something strange in their tear-stained eyes. The daughters don't look down on their mother who moans like a prostitute; their deep, thoughtful eye contact is filled with silent self-blame.
Ngoc wonders why her daughters want to torture themselves, while Lan and Suong glance at the bandages on Hoang Kim's hands. Ngoc is shocked and ashamed to realize that she isn't the only one touched by the hero's kindness.
The Lan sisters curse themselves because, for a moment, they wish they could be the ones to give Hoang Kim first aid. Ngoc is mentally stunned and no longer has the face to approach her daughters. She'd rather be seen as a prostitute than endure such emotional torment.
The feelings among the four are no longer the same. He cannot shamelessly be intimate with Ngoc just moments ago and now turn to her daughters.
JK watches silently; the old man wants to see the victim clean up the mess. The mastermind strokes his beard and notices Hoang Kim squeezing his own arm. Sweat spreads across his body along with the pain, yet he still squeezes hard, causing the wound to bleed instantly and seep into the bandage.
Seeing Hoang Kim's bloodshot eyes, the old man no longer doubts that he is pretending to be stimulated by a mysterious aphrodisiac to find an excuse to get close to the beauty.
JK sneers as Ngoc closes her thighs to hide the shameful marks oozing with moisture from the mysterious place that has led her to the shore of her sinful obsession.
The mother sits motionless, not daring to peek at her daughter. The sisters decide to keep their dignity and turn to a place where there is no Hoang Kim figure, while JK shakes his head, smacks his lips, and clicks his tongue:
- It's such a pity. You risk your life for them five or seven times, and now it's common sense to pretend to be tortured by a mysterious aphrodisiac so the beauties will 'love' you. How fair and reasonable—yet no one even cares. I'm frustrated on your behalf!
Ngoc and her daughters remain silent, offering no response. Hoang Kim uses JK's own divisive words to resolve the difficult situation:
- Guilty people do not deserve attention!
The words of "self-pity" psychologically affect Ngoc and her daughters, and the three girls remain indifferent to JK's and Hoang Kim's words. The old man laughs triumphantly:
- You finally admit to pretending to be stimulated by the aphrodisiac?
Hoang Kim smiles slightly:
- You are too contemptuous of women!
JK deliberately slanders him. If they defend him, the girls will be disgraced and punished. Hoang Kim always sacrifices himself for his mother and daughters, but they have not yet repaid him, so the Lan sisters cannot let him be humiliated again. Suong—the youngest — is always the first to speak:
- Don't play tricks on us. The pain and humiliation you force us to endure are enough to distinguish the real from the fake.
Tuyet Lan bravely defends him:
- I still haven't forgotten the fear those fierce red eyes that don't belong to him!
The conspiracy, humiliation, and ridicule are all broken, even separating the goodness of Hoang Kim from JK's crime. They send meaningful words from their hearts to Hoang Kim. That is reputation and dignity—the elder sister and younger sister give up everything to protect him. The joy for him is having the person he cares about acknowledge his sincerity.
As a person, one must repay kindness. The mother silently gazes at her daughters with pride, her loving gaze concealing a grief she can share with no one—for all four are suffering, torn apart by the agony of their fateful entanglement.
At the last moment, JK's plan to separate the four is thwarted, infuriating the old man. He suppresses his anger so as not to lose face. The mastermind then orders Lan to lie face down atop Suong.
- Hoang Kim, take both of those sluts at the same time!
The mother's heart twists as she watches her daughter being forced to mate like an animal. The pain carves obsession into the heart's wound. Everything remains the same as when they first meet him; they only endure humiliation. But unfortunately, the three develop feelings for Hoang Kim, and those feelings are buried in the mud of shame due to the humiliating posture.
Hoang Kim must bring pain to the people he cares about. Resentment and fury twist into despair, carving deep wounds of agony into Hoang Kim's mind. He quietly approaches the two of them, his head lowered, not wanting to hurt anyone first. Ngoc is afraid that Hoang Kim's hesitation will anger JK, so she wipes away her bitter tears and says sadly:
- End this pain!
JK is intently focused on every move on the screen, eager to see whose chastity Hoang Kim will break first—the strong younger sister Suong or the shy older sister Lan. JK whispers to Anh Dao:
- Guess who he'll choose first?!
In JK's eyes, it makes no difference whether Hoang Kim "harms" anyone's life first.
Anh Dao sympathizes with their unfortunate fate and detests the despicable game, so she remains silent, offering no answer. She secretly hopes that Hoang Kim will make the most suitable choice.
After a moment's hesitation, Hoang Kim arrives at the place shrouded in cold fog. He slowly enters the palace, and the cannon silently pierces the thin mist. Suong utters a cry, clenching the mattress with both hands, unable to stem the flow of her virgin tears. The first time she is wounded, it is just a small tear, yet it still causes her sharp pain.
Anh Dao glances at the palace steps, which bear the blood flower marks from the invasion. She softly smiles, content with Hoang Kim's wise decision. Suong is tougher than Lan, and she endures the pain of losing her virginity—an experience that helps her reassure her sister, who is about to face her own parting with maidenhood.
Lan watches as the pink color adds makeup to her younger sister's rosy cheeks, her tear-stained eyelids gently caressing the corners of eyes filled with grievance and shame. Yet, strangely, she feels no further regret.
That expression betrays her arrogance and indifference. The fragrance the virgin exudes intoxicates Hoang Kim, and the mysterious aphrodisiac lures him into a fantasy. The blurry scene reveals a luxurious and magnificent palace.
The conqueror pushes the door half open and steps into the hall. Bang Suong sits on a throne as transparent as mist, clad in a proud queen's attire, as her "female imperial guards" rush forward to engage in battle.
He gently pushes, and the "female imperial guards" fall one by one but none are injured. The space echoes with the faint sobs of the queen, who is about to be possessed. The conqueror softly takes her hand and enters the palace. A despicable command from JK forces Hoang Kim away from his queen
- Take possession of Tuyet Lan!
Hoang Kim is stunned for a few seconds, his mind splits into two parts—one half wishing to leave so as not to hurt Suong, and the other half longing to stay with the queen to delay the princess from being ruined.
Suong blames herself for losing control. If everything stays the same as before, she doesn't feel so sad now, watching the person who once stirs her heart go to another girl—and that girl is her older sister.
Painful and haunted, Suong doesn't forget to gently embrace her sister. She silently conveys the warmth of familial love, and this family bond helps the two of them overcome everything. Affection's warmth embraces Lan, and she trembles all over as her virgin body no longer belongs to her.
The virgin body warms in sisterhood, and the gentle warmth struggles with the heat spreading through the maze and forbidden areas, diffusing the scorching intensity—this pure body is a natural wonder.
Suong hears her older sister's pain, and Lan silently watches the bitter tears on her younger sister's face. In that moment, both Lan and Suong unconsciously remember that Hoang Kim's body still bears virgin blood. From that moment on, the two sisters become his women.
They are painfully aware of the sadness in the older sister's and younger sister's blurred, tearful eyes because they have feelings for someone they shouldn't feel drawn to.
The girls, flustered, turn towards where their mother is absent, awkwardness burying their courage in shame, which makes them avoid her.
The daughter's thoughts are the mother's private thoughts. Ngoc is forced to watch the man who has just been infatuated with her now being intimate with her daughter. The girls are suffering, Hoang Kim is writhing in sin, and the mysterious aphrodisiac is creating a dreamlike illusion that sinks the three people into desire.
He finds himself slowly entering the imperial garden, filled with white snow orchids. Princess Tuyet Lan is shyly dressed in a snow-white dress. She and the flowers silently wait in that fragrant and pure paradise.
Hoang Kim walks in rhythm to her side, getting closer with every step. Her whole body is hot, and she keeps trembling, her cheeks as red as the afterglow of the sunset. Hoang Kim hugs her tenderly; she responds by wrapping her arms around him. The couple linger with affection, reluctant to part.
Not long after being together, Hoang Kim has to bid farewell to the lovely princess and return to the side of the frost queen at JK's order:
- Suong is waiting for you eagerly—don't forget the old for the new!
Before the three of them can feel each other's warmth, they are forcibly separated by JK. He and the two girls have to intimate in nostalgia and indignation until JK triumphantly reaches the top. The old man then lets the three of them enjoy a night of spring worth a thousand gold.
The victims think everything will end there, but JK excitedly forces the mother and two daughters to kneel down, put their hands on the mattress, and turn their golden palace, jade hall towards Hoang Kim.
- If this combination satisfies me, the night of fascinated sex is officially over!
The victims hear the mastermind's announcement. Their minds and bodies, always suppressed to the point of madness, now feel a strange calm after enduring so much hardship; they are about to escape the nightmare.
But things aren't over yet. Obsession suppresses their restless psychology. Although JK says he will let them go, at the last moment, he still pushes the four of them into a sea of suffering, adopting an animalistic posture.
Tortured, tormented, every perverted game is a humiliation that clings to every sensitive spot.
If JK is satisfied, this dirty game will end. Against the old man's wishes, the humiliation—a fate worse than death—lasts all night. The four of them have to vent their feelings, and their whole bodies relax against their will. He and the girls feel peaceful again.
Everyone surrenders, letting their instincts and bodies speak the most primitive human language. No concepts exist anymore, no more shyness or embarrassment, no more tormenting guilt; all that remains are feelings and lust intertwining with the soul-stirring, intoxicating sounds that echo throughout the room.
Ngoc and her daughters no longer struggle to suppress the soft sounds that make their faces flush. Hoang Kim releases all the terrible medicinal properties of the aphrodisiac, and the hot lava flow is burning the fountain of youth that gurgles beneath the peach creek in the deep mountains and dense forests.
JK laughs like a devil, watching the wild eroticism. The blonde is full of passion; she doesn't try to stop the improper things happening under her mini jupe but closes her eyes quietly in melancholy because the victim is about to be cursed.
JK smirks and watches the four people indulge in lust until their minds are blank and dazed. He takes a puff of his cigarette, raises his head, and exhales the smoke, waiting for the prey he regards as animals to fly to heaven one by one. JK contentedly leaves the room to push his victims into hell. Anh Dao follows the old man to a place brimming with the scent of lust.
During their lovemaking, the four individuals' spirits are unrestrained. As spring night wanes, ecstatic passion lingers everywhere, and a surge of emotional, sexual, and obsessive feelings paints the faces of those involved crimson.
Embarrassment washes over their entire bodies, hot with burning heat; the fire of passion shows no sign of cooling, blazing deep within them, and lust's flames vigorously tingle and tease their sensitive skin. Worldly desires mock the shame, causing everyone to avoid one another.
The mother and daughters shyly avoid their dearest person, and Hoang Kim dares not approach those he has just been intimate with; a mere light touch makes everyone shudder as if struck by lightning.
Disgusted with himself, the young man and the girls lose all spirit, silently tearing at the bedsheets and retreating forlornly to a corner, understanding each other's feelings but unable to confide in one another.