Chapter 11
Stupid guy
Anh Dao didn't want him to die in the car. Since the corpse was an international star, she would find it hard to deal with the trouble. The man on the verge of death feared repeating his mistakes more than death itself. In a panic, he pushed Anh Dao away:
- We can't do that! If you're my older cousin, my younger cousin, or my father's female cousin, dying ten thousand times wouldn't atone for the sin!
Anh Dao simply couldn't believe Hoang Kim was so consumed by guilt that he no longer realized anything. The girl's eyes widened, unsure whether to laugh or cry at the comical yet distressing situation. She said softly:
- You're from the Eastern Prehistoric Kingdom, and I'm from the Western King Nation. Our nationalities and skin colors are completely different. My parents gave birth to me in King Nation, and later they settled in the Prehistoric Kingdom. My parents passed away, and JK adopted me. We can't be relatives.
Once he had encountered a ghost, he feared the dark for life. His grave sins left him in a trance, so he didn't remember what everyone else knew. Eliminating his fear of incest, he worried about harming innocent people.
Anh Dao glanced at the clock showing 4 AM. Around 6 AM, as usual, reporters would surround his house after the match. Before that, he had to go home; the pressing time urged her to "save" his life.
The two were still far apart, and he could barely maintain control. Now, that delicate distance couldn't be shortened further. The fresh perfume emanating from her swan-like neck gently diffused along her rounded chin, spreading to her lips. A faint floral scent guided her warm breath, going to "meet" his ragged breaths.
The man struggling at the edge of desire instantly collapsed, his face burning with yearning, buried in the fiery volcano of lust. Anh Dao lifted her face high, closed her eyes, and through her clothes felt the waves of emotion brought on by the man intensely touching her body.
After the commotion, Hoang Kim raised his head, looking at her rosy, vibrant cheeks, like cherry blossoms. Her captivating expression stimulated the aphrodisiac's potency, enthralling him. The title of hero was no longer worthy; he yearned to kiss those luscious cherry lips. His greedy mouth wanted to possess everything that didn't belong to him. His delirium broke, and he looked up at Anh Dao. She used her dainty fingers to separate their breaths, on the verge of merging. He suddenly awoke from his infatuation, hearing her reveal:
- The Emperor's four beauties in one night is truly terrifying. Intimate contact can usurp your mind, forcing you to commit improper acts toward women. From mind to body, you are completely controlled. I allow you to indulge in various perversions as per the aphrodisiac's instructions until its effects completely subside. But I forbid you from kissing!
She whispered in his ear:
- Kissing isn't considered perverse. It's a pity, but I only kiss the one I love. This vow, I've never confessed to anyone! - She hesitated, then continued - I know it's hard for you to control yourself, but I still hope and believe that the Hoang Kim I know won't disappoint me!
Anh Dao gave herself to save his life. She told him all her secrets, trusting him completely. Yet, Hoang Kim repaid her kindness by treating her poorly. His despicable behavior was like a slap to his ego, which the aphrodisiac had toyed with. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly at her. Whenever he made a mistake, the hero would always freeze, and Anh Dao smiled softly, seeing his shame. She had to quickly devise a clever way to prompt him.
Anh Dao's thoughts took her back three hours. A subtle smile touched her lips as she feigned shyness, placing her hand on his shirt. The well-deserved title instantly returned to the hero. Hoang Kim seemed a little awkward as he unbuttoned each button for her. This scene reminded him of Ngoc's embarrassment; he didn't want her to feel discomfited, so he helped her remove her underwear. His fingers paused for a few seconds, a brief moment like a suspended breath, reminding him of Ngoc and her two daughters.
He always feared such karmic affections, always trying to drive away those thoughts deep inside, but his conscience constantly tormented him. Reason told him that familial affection still deeply lingered in his subconscious. Hoang Kim despised himself; those inappropriate thoughts, as soon as they sprouted, were quickly buried by him.
After his mind cleared, he felt deep regret for Anh Dao. At this moment, he had to dedicate his attention to this girl who had sacrificed herself to save a beast like him, but his monkey mind and horse will were scattered and uncontrollable.
Hoang Kim couldn't forget the various calamities from his dark past that had turned him into dog and pig. Anh Dao felt deep sorrow and worry for the mother and two daughters, but had almost left the hero to his fate. The girl feared the "innocent" man would die because of this, and she had a headache over how to handle the consequences, so she willingly offered her invaluable self to save him.
She simply didn't care about the man she had hurt. She always uplifted and protected the weak gender, empathized with their pain, and fought for justice for vulnerable women. However, she was unfair to Hoang Kim, simply because he wasn't a woman. Anh Dao felt remorse and gently held him in her arms.
The embrace immediately unleashed the perfume's effect; the warm scent emanating from her beautiful body transferred to Hoang Kim, and the coldness permeating his entire body instantly ignited into a scorching heat. The alluring perfume, combined with her natural body scent, made Hoang Kim act uncontrollably. He then took off his clothes, letting his masculine sweat mingle with the primal feminine fragrance.
His fingertips glided gently over the shirt buttons, unfastening them. The bra, like an exquisite rainbow, shimmered against the pure white snow hills. Hoang Kim's palms relaxed as he caressed the snow mountains, while Anh Dao slightly closed her eyes, feeling the soft touch slowly spread to her back. When the rainbow parted from its long-time companion, a subtle click echoed quietly.
That person had just severed years of "friendship," immediately approaching the rainbow's "companion," gently caressing with every breath awaiting desire's satisfaction. Whenever the snowy hills trembled from excitement, Anh Dao would tilt her head back, enjoying the gradual formation of a new habit.
She let her soul flow with the gentle emotion. Anh Dao was startled by the sudden tremor of the snow hills. The girl bent down slightly, her cheeks blushing shyly, but quickly turned her head away, not daring to look at the snow melting under Hoang Kim's hot breath.
He was engrossed in winding and skiing between the two hills. His magical hands brought an electrifying tingling sensation down the foothills, arousing the hidden passion deep within her. Her sensitive body automatically curved in response to the waves of desire rising in Hoang Kim's mind. Waves of desire and infatuation merged, ultimately forming a fervent deluge.
Hoang Kim tightly held onto that moment of enthrallment, gently stroking along Anh Dao's slender legs, sometimes his fingertips brushing past her skin as if they hadn't touched. Each time this happened, Anh Dao felt indistinct, as if wandering between reality and illusion. After a few caresses, he then pressed a vital point on the inner side of her thigh, and the girl involuntarily lifted her waist. Hoang Kim then stripped her of her clothes; the mini jupe slid off her upraised legs.
Conquering the first protective ring leading to the Holy Land, Hoang Kim does not want to leave the snowy hills yet; he still lingers in the alluring perfume that carries a faint feminine scent intoxicating every sense.
His lips and tongue passionately satisfied his endless greed, his ears catching every rapid breath, as if invading his mind. One hand rested on Anh Dao's back, while the other gradually moved downwards, reaching the anticipated position. He had just touched the thin curtain at the gate of heaven, feeling a wet heat that had long since spread. Surprise flickered in his dazed gaze. Hoang Kim hadn't expected her to reveal such an outpouring of sensation.
Hoang Kim didn't know that, even before their intimacy, the girl's spring desires had already stirred, though the reason remained unknown. Faced with such a situation, any girl would blush bashfully. He didn't dare to look up, fearing he would see her coyly avert his gaze.
Anh Dao had never been as embarrassed as she was now. Between him and her, there was only a mutual obsession with the flesh. Both had desire but no emotion, which put her in a dilemma where she wished to dig a hole and escape into the ground. He felt a fraction of fear, while Anh Dao felt ten fractions of fear. She was afraid of being looked down upon by him, thus lacking even the courage to bend down once.
Hoang Kim intentionally relaxed his mind, letting the drugs control his perverse behavior, burying his face in the snow hills to indulge in lust. His right hand tightly embraced Anh Dao, while his left hand intently searched for the path into fairyland; five playful fingers gently climbed up and slid down.
The moisture grew ever more pervasive, under the holy water, watering the holy land like spring rain. He gently elevated it to a more fervent intensity; each finger explored the depths of the holy land.
Immersed in lust, Hoang Kim still heard a soft moan. A hint of pain mixed with that joyful sound, causing the hero to panic, thinking he had encountered the most terrifying aspect of a man-woman relationship. Hoang Kim withdrew his hand to check but found no abnormalities; he sighed.
For a few seconds, Anh Dao's mood shifted from one obsession to another, transforming from intoxicated pleasure into shy confusion. She trembled, then subtly smiled, realizing why he was flailing. A moment later, his actions caused her pain. She stared blankly at the flustered Hoang Kim, trying to ascertain the cause of that subtle sensation. That expression, more awkward than a chicken stuck in hair, immediately brought a smile to her lips.
"This stupid!"
Hoang Kim would never know that she considered him a "stupid guy". Lust incited the hero away from the snow mountains and towards the heavens. On her snow-white body, every soft kiss, every moist caress, glided over her fair skin, causing their bodies and minds to be completely immersed in infatuation.
Whenever he kissed her fair thighs, his touch ignited a warmth that transferred to the holy land. The mortal, step by step, ascended the stairs leading to heaven. Finally arriving, he quietly pulled down the pink curtain embroidered with peach blossoms — the last thing concealing the place every mortal longed for.
Anh Dao thought Hoang Kim was merely feigning being compelled by the aphrodisiac. She blushed, a shy crimson spreading across her cheeks, coloring her face, and her swan-like neck also turned a dark pink. Her underwear should have been pulled off by hand, but what the hell happened? It was hanging from the edge of his mouth.
Since Hoang Kim's intimate encounters with the four girls, this was the most perverse behavior. Anh Dao, bewildered, feared the Emperor's four beauties in one night. Had she not applied the medicated perfume to reduce the aphrodisiac's effect, it was unimaginable how repulsive his aphrodisiac-induced actions might have become.
In half a second, Hoang Kim swallowed the burning thirst of raw lust, approaching the Holy Land. When his hand touched it, he found the Holy Land bare, devoid of any vegetation. Now, having witnessed it firsthand, he was not surprised. Strangely, the closer he got to the Holy Land, the more intense the sweet yet fierce, elegant, and profound perfume scent became.
He frowned, struggling to understand. Merely changing her perfume didn't seem enough; she also had to "take care" of her private parts. Was she afraid that, no matter how much she maintained hygiene, her inner palace still wouldn't be clean enough, and thus she tried to mask her "body" odor?
That no longer mattered. His mind was manipulated by the aphrodisiac, and the herbal fragrance, combined with the natural scent emanating from her entire body, lured Hoang Kim. The hero lost control, humiliating himself with a vulgar game; his boneless tongue, with its many twists and turns, slowly explored, from the outside to the depths of the Holy Land, spiraling into every corner of the entire cave and alley. Each gush of holy water surged in his jaw, moistening his throat.
Hoang Kim was immersed in a base pleasure, but the fire of lust gradually weakened. The fiery pain caused by countless beautiful demonesses playfully pinching and twisting also dissipated by half. Hoang Kim found it strange; during his intimate encounters with the mother and her two daughters, only when he released directly into their bodies did the aphrodisiac's effect temporarily stop tormenting him.
Now, he hadn't even entered the battle, and the situation was much better than before. But he still needed to intensify his activity, because his skin had only turned red, his tendons were still stretching and bulging, and the aphrodisiac's influence had not fully subsided.
The tormented Hoang Kim endured psychological agony amidst her enchanting moans. Ten times felt like one, as he moved in and out of the Holy Land, or explored its sacred depths. The narrow space was filled with fierce and wild sounds. Hoang Kim touched a sensitive spot; Anh Dao threw her head back, feeling an all-consuming numbness with every wave of fervent ecstasy.
After a moment of daze, she and he prepared for the next challenge. Hoang Kim sat up, moving closer to Anh Dao, to the very place where he'd performed countless perverse games. The holy water, amidst the intoxicated frenzy of passion, permeated Anh Dao's "intimate parts". The girl watched him, not a trace of confusion in her eyes, yet the flushed peach blossom blush on her face hadn't yet faded from its enchantment, already betraying her.
Especially, what had made her numb all night still moistened his mouth, delicately painting that bashful flower a deep crimson, leaving an indelible mark in her embarrassed gaze.
She didn't want Hoang Kim to know about the girl who had willingly offered herself for him, now feeling more feminine than ever before. Her awkward gaze betrayed its owner, swiftly avoiding Hoang Kim's eyes. At this moment, the hero was about to become her man.
The hero, whom she both respected and feared, pretended to ignore everything. He subtly revealed a look of wild perversion, hesitated for a few seconds, then adjusted the focus of his monocular, searching for the path to the Holy Land.
Anh Dao secretly glanced at his hesitant demeanor, shyly like a girl. That familiar expression fully revealed his kindness towards "those he cared about". A knowing smile quietly graced her lips:
"Stupid!"
She responded with a reproachful whisper, yet she secretly enjoyed his nature of always worrying about others. Hoang Kim didn't understand her thoughts, nor could he discern the fleeting smile on her face. He only heard a soft voice, and as she spoke, her cheeks instantly flushed with shyness:
- I know the aphrodisiac is still tormenting and forcing you! But this is our first and only time, please be very 'gentle' with me, okay?
The word "gentle," laden with many meanings, sweetly flowed into his ears. He didn't understand the true implication of this hint, but Hoang Kim still maintained his usual tenderness. Confusion briefly swirled in his heart, then he let go of all hesitation, relaxing his tense body.
With a sigh, Hoang Kim picked up his monocular, carefully approaching the exterior of the Holy Land. He shone it upwards a few times, then meticulously probed downwards. The great gates vibrated softly from the friction, slowly opening a small, narrow path, leading to a journey of exploration.
Anh Dao closed her eyes, feeling the monocular pass through the trembling gates. The herbal fragrance of the perfume danced gracefully beside the passionately welcoming holy water. Hoang Kim's brow furrowed slightly, sensing the heat and dampness emanating from the Holy Land.
Anh Dao's body temperature began to change. The hero treated her gently every single second—something he hadn't been able to do for anyone else throughout that entire night of madness. And now, he dedicated all of this to the girl who was saving someone not worth saving.
She trembled, lifting her pink moon, as the monocular illuminated the path ahead. As its focus shifted midway, it touched the thin curtain hanging in the Holy Land. Hoang Kim recoiled in panic, Anh Dao's cherry-like lips let out a pained moan, and the virgin's bloodstains had just been defiled.
Hoang Kim was caught in a dilemma, scratching his head in distress. He couldn't return her purity, nor did he have a chance to compensate her. Anh Dao remained unusually calm, as if silently expressing her lack of regret. Hoang Kim whispered:
- You saved me, but I'll still kill myself later! Is it truly worth sacrificing everything for a dying man?
Anh Dao chuckled softly, for he was still the Hoang Kim she knew. She clicked her tongue, feeling helpless. Hours had passed, and he still didn't understand. The girl was annoyed by his excessive concern for others. Anh Dao was also tired, for he, like countless Easterners, was old-fashioned:
- You Easterners are so strange! In this day and age, you still value a virgin's body more than life itself! If you died in my car, I'd go to the guillotine. Can that thin membrane save me? - She recalled her past, a faint smile gracing her lips - Someone like me, living in a complex environment, finds it very hard to protect myself; it depends on both objective and subjective factors. My sacrifice of virginity to save you is far more meaningful than being trampled by some old geezer!
Anh Dao cleared up Hoang Kim's confused thoughts:
- Those who don't know are not guilty! I was wrong towards you; you just need to believe that I did this to forgive myself!
She suddenly sat up, reached out and pressed his cheek, gently pinching his ear.
- If you keep feeling apologetic, I'll consider it a debt you owe me. As long as you haven't repaid me, you absolutely cannot kill yourself, okay?
Hoang Kim found her words reasonable, and his mood gradually calmed. However, he still couldn't understand why Anh Dao would bind him to a debt he could never repay in his lifetime. She listed countless reasons, from realistic to unrealistic, but only she knew the true reason.
Finally, she wanted the suicidal man to live. He and she were merely passing acquaintances; their relationship contained almost nothing but desire and the fear of being implicated, let alone any genuine feelings between a man and a woman.
He couldn't fathom the girl's intentions, so he just stared at her, vaguely probing her inner thoughts. He watched her intently until her cheeks flushed. The blonde girl lightly tapped him, chiding playfully:
- You stupid, are you trying to make me blush?