Chapter 12
Cherry blossom
She raised her watch-adorned hand and lightly patted his shoulder. 4 AM. Time is limited, and this subtle reminder turns awkwardness into urgency. Whether intentional or not, Anh Dao also feels awkward. If he continued to hesitate, it would mean forcing her, someone's treasured daughter, to take the initiative and say what needed to be done. He relieve his mind and becomes more peaceful.
Hoang Kim is no longer uncertain; he is merely perplexed about whether he still has a chance to compensate her. Hoang Kim ponders, glancing at Anh Dao. He keenly notices her slight frown. Anh Dao remains silent, but that expression, shy yet slightly restless, is exceptionally familiar. Hoang Kim had discovered that girls in the past revealed a fear similar to hers—the lingering pain of losing their virginity had not yet dissipated… when… they gave their first time to him.
Hoang Kim once again roams that snow-white hill, passionately kissing her, burying his lips and tongue deep into her fair, sweat-kissed skin. The warm breath exhaling from his lips reignites her desire, making her intensely fall back into ecstasy. Anh Dao instinctively throws her hair back.
Hoang Kim seizes the moment when Anh Dao drifts into a trance, gently lifting her and laying her down on the upholstered car seat. He surreptitiously presses the button, activating the mechanism — the seat quietly reclines in sync with each delicate dance of his tongue as it stirs the unspoken cravings she never dared to confess.
His lips delicately sample, his tongue slowly glides over her "petals," which have grown even more tender from his scorching breath, gently teasing, little by little awakening the deeply hidden desire within her.
She moans softly; the initial excited sounds are gentle. In the wild moments that follow, the sounds echo through blurred consciousness. She is immersed in a dream, momentarily unable to perceive anything else... except... fully enjoying earthly bliss.
He quickly reaches for the tissue box, pulls out a wet wipe, and gently wipes away all traces left in paradise... after... experiencing that previous pleasure. Anh Dao's spirit still floats ethereally; she doesn't know he has just secretly thrown those wet wipes into a hidden corner.
Hoang Kim gently caresses her whole body, secretly observing every subtle expression on her face. He notices that while immersed in physical touch, her flushed face is slightly furrowed due to pain in the labyrinth. So, he begins to demonstrate his masterful "skiing" technique, gliding all the way from the "snow mountain" to the "sacred place". Anh Dao gently bites her lip to suppress her moans; the sound is more of pain than pleasure. The wounds from her first night still caused her sharp pangs.
The blonde girl abruptly awakes, shyly stealing glances as he gently kisses her intimate female friend. The blonde girl suddenly wakes up, shyly stealing glances as he tenderly kisses her best friend.
He passionately buries his lust-flushed face into that forbidden inner sanctuary... and winds through, exploring the earthly paradise all the way from the palace steps outside, deep into the labyrinth.
The pervert on the bed gulps down the holy water, not leaving a single drop, savoring the sweet, rich fragrance emanating from the tender little butterfly, smooth as a full moon maiden, swaying and dancing, flying and fluttering to the rhythm he guides, appearing and disappearing as he leads her step by step to the shore of ecstasy.
Anh Dao felt dizzy, her semi-double eyelids widening into full double eyelids, staring blankly at her long legs... not knowing... when they had wrapped around his shoulders, binding this hero in the sea of desire.
Her hands keep wildly combing through his hair, pressing him deeper into that valley of passion where fiery peach blossoms are blooming.
Her face flushes crimson — from shame and bashfulness... because... both her instinct and reason are immersed in the scorching passion, driving this "goddess slayer" insane.
She found it unbelievable that the girl long known for her iron will was now powerless to suppress the lust burning inside her. She had never denied this craving, yet had never let any man into her life to quench such thirst.
Yet now, this true hero quenches the burning thirst for both of them... like a lone traveler lost in a scorching desert, he drinks every drop of holy water, letting it soak his lips and tongue, flooding his throat with fervent moans and enticing their reason to obey that primal lust.
From the past until now, she has always insisted on restraining her instinct and reason. This dazzling, goddess-like flower has silently hoped in paradise... waiting... for the worthy one to arrive and lead her into this wonderland. At this moment, in the instant of fervent intoxication, instinct and reason indulge in the madness of lust.
That madness of desire soothes her, prevents old wounds from throbbing, and makes her joyfully welcome her hero, passionately responding to the surging tides of passion with the sea of desire... boiling... the entire bodies of the emotional pair belong only to each other on this night of intimacy, utterly lost in their ecstasy.
Anh Dao's entire body suddenly goes limp; she feels utterly powerless. Regardless of whether she still has strength, her reason and instinct no longer wish to stop her from fully surrendering to this fervent, intoxicating ecstasy, because the "goddess slayer" can always wield his peerless skill, guiding her emotions and desires to their ultimate sublimation.
Holy water gushes forth like an inexhaustible spring, filling his mouth and soaking Hoang Kim's chin. That bewitching sound urges and tempts this hero, as if whispering to him: Fly to paradise once more with the cherry blossom overflowing with youthful spring desire!
Hoang Kim immediately lifts her up. The cherry blossom wraps her arms around his shoulders and her lithe legs around his waist. Her face flushes crimson, her eyes flickering with shy arousal as they timidly meet the bare man's face, ablaze with desire. Hoang Kim lifts his wild gaze, feasts upon the enchanting beauty of the woman who has captivated thousands with an intoxicating hunger.
The noble 'Queen' has now transformed into a goddess willing to drown herself in an endless sea of desire. She lets out a soft laugh, listening to his ragged breaths... struggling... to stop himself from being consumed by his primal beast... and... painfully restraining his urge to taste the hidden sweetness on Anh Dao's plump lips.
Half awake, half lost, his heart still felt the joy of that flower — for she had not misjudged him. This hero will forever remember her deep kindness; he is exactly the Hoang Kim she trusted.
Hoang Kim gives a gentle laugh, and he avoids her shy, crimson face by burying himself deep into the excitedly rising snowy hills, which have become majestic mountains, welcoming the wandering adventurer, to once again explore and savor the skin burning with lust.
In this moment, these two strangers are bound heart and soul. Anh Dao no longer feels shy, nor does she fear the possibility that he might look down on her. She has no more reason to hide those satisfied moans. The woman of iron will loosens her naturally parched lust, soars with her hero all through this night.
After a bout of entwining, blending, and unleashing burning passion, Hoang Kim gently steadies her, letting her lean softly against the car's inner side.
Anh Dao is momentarily flustered, not yet sure of his intentions. Judging by his usual personality, which is completely opposite when being intimate, the hero transforms into a pervert on the bed, as if he becomes a totally different man.
Anh Dao vaguely guesses he is about to "tease flowers and flirt with the moon" again. She gently presses her lips together to hold back a laugh, watching him move his sweat-soaked face closer to that deep crimson cherry blossom.
The national hero meticulously caresses the fragrant petals from her "crown" to the very tip of her "blossom branch". Every gentle breath is a sweet kiss... guiding... those shy moans into endless echoes.
She revels in his crazed devotion to every minute of their intimate bliss, cherishing every second of the world's most exquisite masterpiece... as... fate pushes these two strangers and they become "the most intimate people" to each other, understanding everything about one another.
She has already begun to sink into it, yet still carries a hint of shyness... every time... the hero uses his always-parched lips to sear the holy land with lust, exhaling a scorching breath deep into the Garden of Eden.
This time, wilder and more frenzied than ever before, the lightning-like heat he transmits spreads instantly through her whole body, making that flower slowly sway, then suddenly tremble violently, emitting an intoxicating fragrance from countless crystal-clear dewdrops, soaking the most beautiful petals in this world.
Once again, Hoang Kim listens to the ecstatic melody echoing like a sacred hymn, while quenching his thirst… with… a great flood of holy water, billowing with desire and surging forth with countless crystal-clear dewdrops, flooding the "land long plagued by drought".
That heavenly melody is continuously interrupted by hurried gasps… when… the hero shifts his aim from the sacred domain to the snow-covered peak that still towers high… as if waiting… for the adventurer to once again conquer the summit of paradise.
In an instant, all knots in their hearts are untied, all worries and torment melt away in this endless rapture, the two ignite the fire of passion, letting desire burn fiercely. But Hoang Kim notices Anh Dao's legs growing weak, barely able to stand, so he gently lifts her left leg and places it over his shoulder. She looks at him in confusion, not understanding his intent, and he softly whispers:
- I will never again hurt someone who sacrificed for me!
His words carried shame, as if apologizing for the pain she endured because she saved him. That bashfully delicate pink flower lightly opens her peach blossom bud, listening to a gentle sound like bees and butterflies hovering around flowers, sucking nectar; yet deep within her heart, it is as blazing hot as lava about to erupt from a volcano.
In her subtle smile, a playful tease flickers, because the male god once again activates his warm, masculine mode. He gently and sweetly caresses her fiery senses as if coaxing a lover, tender every single moment, just as he has always "captured" other girls' hearts.
But...
For some reason...
She vaguely felt that the way he cherished and indulged cherry blossom was different from those flowers ravaged in this wild night.
This difference wasn't because he discriminated against the four fragrant flowers... but rather... a guilty man's minds and feelings couldn't be fully devoted to those ravaged fates. Now, the hero worthy of his name gives everything to the girl who has given herself, endured pain—for a man still a stranger to her.
The flower is immersed in desire, currently intoxicated by the fragrance of emotion, and watches him with a slight smile. That calm smile, those crystal-clear, captivating eyes... reveal... an eternal belief that the national hero will never disappoint her.
She silently relaxes her entire body... allowing... her one-night lover to guide her body and emotions. He gazes deeply at her, as if to forever engrave in his memory the favor and absolute trust she grants him.
And…
He silently swore to her, promising himself he absolutely couldn't betray that trust. He would wholeheartedly... "caress"... her in this night where desire and emotion intermingle, no longer distinguishing between desire and feeling.
This was the first and only night of intimacy in the lives of this couple unbound by fate, and she would become the most "blissfully content" person in the world.
Hoang Kim advances toward the sacred land in a steady rhythm. He is in a state of excitement, yet still carefully adjusts his aim. He lifts his "weapon" and inspects the "gateway" above several times, then guides it downward toward the slit that has long been opened, yet remains unbelievably narrow even now. He frowns slightly, observing the small, delicate "butterfly" tinged with a bashful blush—it resembles a sensitive plant, shrinking shyly at every touch.
The sensation is as soft and smooth as silk, yet as feverishly hot and moist as if a burning rash, nearly making him lose control. He longs to go deeper, to carve "himself" deep into this dreamscape, yet fears that every thrust will mean pain for her.
She is too small, too tight, not even fully bloomed—like a forbidden dream, making him want to caress that delicate, adorable "butterfly," and yet terrified that the slightest carelessness might hurt her.
It is at this very moment that he truly takes in the butterfly in full view—not only soft and tender like a jade maiden, but also trim, exquisitely snug, and more petite than anyone who had ever indulged in passion with him in the past.
That cherry blossom had resembled a flower bud untouched by wind or rain, never drenched by the night dew, so fragile that one would hesitate to even brush against it.
Such a delicate "butterfly" simply couldn't withstand the fierce impact from the tall and burly "God of Passion", whose muscles and prominent veins bulged and burned with lust on the battlefield of passion.
If he allowed desire to fully take over his reason, he would inflict irreparable physical and psychological harm upon her; that trauma would never truly heal.
"She's a world-class beauty, yet more pristine than an Eastern maiden. This intriguing contrast is like mixing strong liquor into holy water—it maddens the senses, yet makes one dare not act unrestrainedly."
He is full of worry, fearing that she might suffer pain again, so he continues to rub gently outside the gate of paradise. The conqueror also tenderly cares for the flower branches wrapped around his shoulders.
With meticulous attention, he softly caresses the trembling peach branch and gently presses the drooping flower branches that stretch toward Eden.
Unlike a few minutes ago, this time he focuses on skating and skiing along both sides of the valley, where the hot spring still babbles delicately with a warm, trickling flow.
The flower half-closes her eyelids, hazily feeling this master of exquisite skill once again hypnotizing her into a dreamlike realm. She drowsily savors that gentle yet exciting touch… yet… unlike the first time, the flower no longer shyly closes up out of embarrassment and worry. At this moment, the absolute trust born from the hero who never breaks his promises is soothing her restless heart.
Hoang Kim proves he is completely worthy of this absolute trust. The God of Passion gently rotates the flower branch several times; with each rotation, that divine weapon slides up and then rubs down, patiently waiting for a favorable moment to slip into the valley's gate.
The five explorers one after another climb mountains, traverse slopes, conquering the terrain that is flat and silky smooth yet moist... and... slippery, where a slight misstep can lead to a landslide or utter collapse."
The risk of the path to the fairyland closing, never to open again… forces… this conqueror to meticulously refine every move and remain utterly cautious.
He is neither fast nor slow in his actions, but rather begins with a slow, gentle approach each minute, guiding her tenderly with every second, until the gates of paradise slowly unlock, welcoming the hero's return to the sacred land.
Hoang Kim felt the gateway tightly closed and constricted, squeezing tightly, preventing him from going deeper. "She" is so small and narrow that if he were to try withdrawing, it would be unbearably difficult, because the beautiful butterfly's tightly closed wings would block his forward flight. Yet, sulking, "she" refuses to let go, holding onto the hero, wanting him to stay by her side and confide in "her" together.
He still cautiously moves each step, every subtle shift transmitting a scorching warmth into the forbidden zone. That fiery current, tingling, flows through every corner of the labyrinth.
That current also comes from his magical hands, transforming the snowy hills into majestic snow peaks that soar straight to the pinnacle of paradise, enchanting the butterfly to slowly spread her small, beautiful wings.
Anh Dao is ecstatic at this moment; her eyes are blurry with desire, filled with physical yearning, as she vaguely beholds him, like anticipation, like waiting, and even more so like replacing the words she dares not utter:
"Come quickly and caress me, unite with me!"