Chapter 13
The Secret Feelings of the Flower
Scorching heat waves furiously emanated from the labyrinth, burning him. The hero once again felt himself being forged in the Eight Trigrams Furnace; this time, the temperature was thousands of times hotter than when he was intimate with Ngoc and her two daughters.
He still can't penetrate that tightly closed crevice; it blocks him from discovering the way in and out. If this situation continues, Anh Dao will only feel more shame and pain. Time is pressing; he can't delay any longer.
Hoang Kim sighs heavily, left with no other option, he can only resort to "means" on "her." His hands wander along perfect curves, fingertips either lightly touching the pink and white curtains, or grazing acupoints, or hovering over keys without pressing them, dancing in turn across the snowy fairy land and the fragrant jade heaven... like... a ballerina, gracefully dancing on the stage exclusively for him tonight.
The gentle dance steps exponentially ignite desire, guiding the way step by step, precisely controlling her emotions to "open her partner's heart" as he wishes. While distracting the goddess, he continuously commands the "explorer" to slowly advance deeper into the forbidden palace.
The hero's entire body ignites with the fire of lust; wherever the heat reaches, Anh Dao's fire of passion burns just as intensely. The flower is being completely conquered step by step, shyly and gently retracting each secret passage's bolt, opening each labyrinth, allowing the explorer to fully roam the sacred land... accompanied by... the endless moans echoing in the hero's mind.
He employs his magical skill, making "her" even more entranced. While "her" mind is completely immersed in the sea of desire, the explorer slowly delves deeper into the heavenly grotto, exploring all the mysterious realms within the profound labyrinth.
Anh Dao feels no pain, not because the pain has vanished, but because her perception is entirely submerged in extreme pleasure, her attention is thoroughly diverted by this hypnotic lovemaking.
The deep crimson cherry blossom, brimming with passion and drenched in morning dew, grows hazy, frenzied, and intoxicated in the endless sea of desire.
The delicate, beautiful "butterfly" and that blossom together release a primitive, rich body fragrance. At this moment, she is so completely entranced, reveling in it.
However…
The butterfly still cannot float together with that fragrant blossom. The butterfly is as shy as a young girl's first flutter of affection for a man, timidly closing the last great gate leading to paradise. A scorching aura abruptly and fiercely emanates from both sides.
Hoang Kim fears he won't be able to achieve sublimation with her, leaving her unable to reach climax, while he himself won't be able to thoroughly release the aphrodisiac's potency, ultimately dying a tragic death within her car.
His death is certainly well-deserved, but this sinner still fears implicating the person who has sacrificed for him. In this night of pleasure, far exceeding imagination, he cannot turn back time to change the past.
However...
The hero still has a chance to protect Anh Dao's future. He is standing at the brink of life and death. If he falls into the abyss, his savior will be doomed to eternal ruin. He cannot let that future come to pass: Anh Dao marching to the guillotine to pay for his death.
He cannot abandon her, causing her unjust death.
He must protect her.
He must save this innocent life who sacrificed herself for a sinner.
Thereupon, Hoang Kim unleashes his final ultimate skill. His hands, which are picking celestial peaches on the snowy mountain, suddenly pull the right hand back to the Garden of Eden. Anh Dao is enjoying the numbing sensation gradually spreading between her twin snow peaks, but that feeling abruptly vanishes on one side.
She is bewildered and doesn't understand the reason. Her hazy face looks towards the wonderland, instantly becoming a thousand times redder than before... because before her eyes... is that national hero wholeheartedly caressing a budding flower, causing a brilliant pink to bloom on the Paradise Cave. Whenever he loves, caresses, gently cherishes, devotedly cares for, and indulges it, that flower and its owner shyly evade.
Those two blossoms tremble violently. Anh Dao, drenched in sweat, carries a delicate fragrance, while the shy blossom gives off a faint, primal body scent. The bud's "best friend," unwilling to be outdone, stirs up torrents of sacred water like a tsunami… each time… the "hero" seizes this perfect moment, letting his mind soar freely, drifting along with that beautiful butterfly and the two frenzied blossoms.
Each moment he caresses affectionately and tends to her carefully, they become shy, yet if he pauses for a moment, these 'Muses' feel lost. Anh Dao is now utterly silent, no longer moaning, nor throwing her beautiful hair back.
The flower in the Garden of Eden slowly blossoms towards the hero once more... just then... "he" is wholeheartedly exploring the deepest path of the "sacred land"... however... he is once again abruptly sealed off from the narrowest passage by the sulking butterfly... forcing... the "hero" into the forbidden palace's bewitching maze.
Hoang Kim's gaze flickers, and he gently smiles at Anh Dao. She blushes again, because that smile is not mocking, sarcastic, or contemptuous of her lustful craving for affection... but rather... total understanding.
That warm smile also holds an implicit apology, because he has to toy with her to achieve his ultimate goal... which is... simultaneously pressing the Dantian acupoint and gently caressing the bud on the Heavenly Origin Cave.
This ultimate technique launches a chain attack, fiercely impacting the holy land... transmitting... boundless pleasure, surpassing all limits of sublimation, leading to a surreal experience.
Anh Dao at first still shyly bites her lips, striving to suppress her almost uncontrollable moans. That faint sound, like the music of a celestial lyre, reverberates within Hoang Kim's mind, urging him to go faster, more fiercely, more wildly, to let this pair's passion thoroughly burn in their only night of intimacy in their lives.
Anh Dao flings her hair back, passionate moans flowing unceasingly, transforming into long, endless quivering sounds of pleasure… completely surrendering… desire spreads like thousands of electric currents throughout the entire celestial realm, leaving everything numb and trembling.
Hoang Kim discovers that whenever she reaches the peak of excitement, the flower once again displays that familiar rhythm. Though the flower utters no words, she feels herself more entranced and crazed with desire than ever before.
He hears the soaring notes like a sacred hymn echoing, and the low moans like shy, bashful whispers, as if murmuring in his ear to cherish and treasure her even more passionately. She wants him to embrace her fervently, boldly exploring her depths even further.
Hoang Kim lets out a gentle laugh. He has been waiting for so long, just for her unconscious "green light" to turn on… allowing… him to place the second peach blossom branch upon his own shoulder. The two peach blossoms rest casually on his muscular and broad shoulders, the butterfly wings half-opening and half-closing the gateway… and… slowly unlocking the magic formation.
At this moment, the gate is closed, the bolt is locked from the outside, yet the labyrinth within slightly opens. The oil lamp casts its glow upon the sacred land carpeted with peach blossoms… guiding the hero deeper into the innermost reaches… letting… the oil lamp illuminate her "heart and soul".
At this moment, the cherry blossom and the beautiful butterfly finally comprehend… his… reason for placing the two peach branches upon his shoulders one by one. The first time, he had only laid one branch, letting the other naturally hang down, so the blossom wouldn't become too frightened.
This method causes the labyrinth to remain half-open, half-closed.… creating… a posture easier to enter, more intimate, and more indulgent of the blossom—now more sensitive than ever.
The second time, he now places the other peach branch upon his shoulder… crafting… a flat, wide path along which he can gallop through the sacred land together with the "butterfly" and flower… so that… "she" can gradually adapt to each rhythm… and… dance with him in a passionate melody.
The delicate and beautiful butterfly dances gracefully, fluttering around the joyfully blooming, vibrant, and passionate bud, willingly opening the gates of paradise. That pure yet fervent "soul" welcomes the hero, tightly entwining him, lingering intimately, completely encircling the tall, powerful, and imposing "Son of the Wind God."
The night mist thoroughly drenches the entire bodies of these two companions, driven by lust yet lacking love, permeating every searing breath that weaves through their moaning lips, yearning for fulfillment. Two urgent sounds draw each other in, intertwining closely, never separating for a moment, seducing the two souls lost within the Garden of Eden.
There, only sacred water gushes forth from the dark depths. At this moment, he truly realizes he's in the center of the holy land. The sacred water surges, forming a massive tsunami, and the tide pounds the "monocular telescope" submerged in it, causing it to tremble violently in the currents.
The monocular telescope rises and plunges many times, reaching a narrower place. It weaves and wriggles through the endless, bottomless abyss. Hoang Kim frowns, unable to comprehend it.
That feeling of something so far yet seemingly close is right before his eyes, yet what seems near feels impossibly distant—just like when he tries to grasp Anh Dao's heart, so hard to hold onto.
Every moment within the sacred land feels vivid and real, as if it could be touched. At times, these sensations transform into illusions that Hoang Kim has experienced before, blurring his thoughts. He glances around; the power of the aphrodisiac guides him, making him seem to see peach blossoms fluttering within the sacred ground.
Yet what he truly sees is the flesh-and-blood Anh Dao slowly raising her body, her back arching into a beautiful curve as she immerses herself in waves of intoxication and obsession. But the cherry blossom he earnestly seeks remains something he "cannot grasp".
That subtle sensation is just like now—Anh Dao slightly parts her moist, deep pink lips, faintly exhaling waves of scorching breaths. That stimulating sound permeates the sensitive hearing.
That scorching current of amorous fire seems to invite, to call him to grant her every "sensation" that soars to the pinnacle of paradise... and... it seems... to crave that he would tenderly cherish her sweet cherry lips... just as he advances and retreats with gentle rhythm, dancing a fervent love-rhythm as he enters and exits, ardently caressing, treasuring, and doting on that beautiful "butterfly," playing the game of "Butterfly Loves Flower," chasing thousands of petals and countless fluttering butterflies, reveling in the Butterfly-Flower Valley.
He rejoices, enraptured by this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity she grants him… yet… just as the "hero" leans in with lips eager for a sweet kiss, that elusive blossom shoots him a sidelong glance. Her eyes, previously dazed and lost between dream and reality, abruptly snap into sharp clarity, blazing with fury, as if determined to burn his illusory, far-fetched thoughts completely.
He shouldn't even dream of that far-fetched fantasy that's a long way off from coming true.
And…
If he dares to deliberately ignore the absolute prohibition set from the very beginning of this night of intense intimacy, then this priceless spring night will transform into a nightmare for the stupid guy who devoured the peach and still seeks to ascend as an immortal.
"What a stupid guy…"
Hoang Kim doesn't notice that Anh Dao is secretly giggling in her heart, even covertly calling him a "stupid guy." This is already the third time she has unconsciously regarded him as a stupid guy.
She secretly delights in the private thought calling him a "stupid guy," savoring his gentle nature — sometimes adorably naive with girls, thus often leading him to be teased by beauties—she doesn't know since when... it has... deeply rooted itself in her subconscious, causing her cheeks to burn hot, igniting a shy pink.
That blossom gently bites her slightly upturned lip, coyly stealing glances at the amorous and lustful man who has already pushed her and will continue to push her to the pinnacle of desire, yet is still diligently searching for the flower he already possesses... but... has never been able to fully comprehend the true heart of the girl who has completely dedicated herself to the hero worthy of the name.
At the same time, his spine chills from the murderous aura emanating from that maze-like, mysterious forbidden land—originally scorching hot but now suddenly icy cold, as if intending to completely freeze the 'little hero' currently stirring the Butterfly-Flower Valley.
He frowns in confusion; Anh Dao had just given the green light, permitting him to kiss her, but to his surprise, she changed her mind at the last moment, using her half-lidded, sharp eyes to... warn... that if he dared to break his word, this cherry blossom, which he is savoring and enjoying as a top-tier feast, will transform into a Rakshasi hag, an even more malevolent demon than the treacherous old man JK.
Anh Dao secretly purses her lips softly, hiding a teasing smile… the "national hero"… as always, stiffens when he makes a mistake. He no longer continuously enters and exits the sacred ground; the teased fellow is stunned, rigid as a block of wood.
His "weapon" remains deeply embedded in the Butterfly-Flower Valley… continuously… oozing out pure white butterfly powder, melting into the surging tsunami of desire.
That hint of a smile—which surfaces because she likes Hoang Kim's kind, gentle, adorably sweet nature like a girl's—vanishes in an instant… without a trace amid the electrifying pleasure coursing through her entire body, mesmerizing her mind and soul into boundless desire.
Because…
She notices the Goddess Slayer suddenly awakes to the piercing, chilling cold, a cold that was burned away by the raging fire of passion when she sulks. The "hero" swiftly regains his masculine composure. He disguises his momentary loss of control by gently brushing aside her golden sideburns, tucking the strands softly behind her ear.
Then he gives a sweet smile, admiring her bewildered, blushing face, that shy flush tinting the "moon" that until then radiates nothing but utmost excitement… time and again, always the same… each time the "little hero" visits every tiny "cave" within the Butterfly-Flower Valley… and… she automatically arches into a graceful curve as the hero swims around her, diving deep into the bottomless lake of sacred waters.
His "weapon" remains deeply embedded in the forbidden land; sometimes, its way blocked and unable to advance an inch, he would pull it out halfway and probe again.
That blossom trembles continuously, and each time she arches like a rainbow, the "Goddess Slayer" skillfully supports her waist, silently shifts the passionate dance to accompany their intoxicating rhythm. This "emotion" pair though newly intimate, coordinate perfectly, without a single wasted movement.
The two are fiercely "exercising", his foot suddenly steps on something on the car's floor. Worried he might lose his balance, she instinctively crosses the two peach branches over his shoulders.
The hero, still calm, gives a slight reassuring smile to soothe her nerves, then immediately changes position with composed ease, pressing the blossom higher against the inner wall of the car. Yet she still isn't fully reassured, so she clings tighter to his shoulders.
Currently, both sides are extremely close, unable to draw any nearer. The "weapon" and the labyrinthine "walls" are rubbing and intertwining, clasping a hundred times tighter than ever before, soothing the senses of the forbidden land's master without a second's break.
She is always in a continuous state of ethereal bliss, because he doesn't completely withdraw, but always pulls back halfway in order to build momentum for the endless journey of exploration.
Because Anh Dao has just said farewell to her pure "confidante" who accompanied her for twenty years. Yet this "territory" of bidding farewell to her intimate friend is too small and narrow. She no longer bears the pain of separation, but the two still remain anxious: if Hoang Kim leaves the forbidden land, the "hero" and the "blossom" will lose their connection.
For a virgin with a "normal body," once one of the two withdraws and re-entry is attempted, it becomes exceptionally difficult... because... even if it's just a brief "separation," those neural pathways deep within the "soul" will sever, and reconnecting emotions is more painful than parting with a "bosom friend."
What's more, Anh Dao is different from other girl. She and he must strive to overcome countless difficulties before he can penetrate the "labyrinth" and explore its forbidden lands.
During this process, he employs countless ingenious tricks and superb techniques to arouse desire, allowing the "shy blossom" to open her heart further to him, and it is only at this moment that the couple can find themselves in an earthly paradise.
Once there's a "temporary parting," that hardship transforms into a multiplied challenge, and each re-entry is a silent struggle. Yet "Hoang Kim" is so magnificent; compared to that fragile, minuscule "void," he stands as towering as a deity.
Both he and she worry that if the forbidden land remains so closed and he forces his way in, the "labyrinth" will automatically shut its narrow entrance again, and this national hero will be almost unable to continue exploring the "blossom's" innermost feelings within her sacred realm.
So...
Hoang Kim doesn't dare to withdraw completely; he fears that heavenly gate will remain closed forever. Anh Dao also doesn't wish for the conqueror to end this enchanting dance. She is determined to prevent hazard at all costs:
If Hoang Kim is blocked from unleashing that elite force to storm the forbidden palace, the aphrodisiac will mutate into lethal poison.