Chapter 14
Tender affection and sweet intimacy
This couple is currently captivated by feelings and lust, with no escape. Even without these sensitive reasons, neither the hero nor the shy blossom will ever give up halfway, both enjoying private pleasure from... someone... teasing the pistil and playing with the butterfly—unless desire is completely satisfied and one of them loses strength or is utterly exhausted.
This pair of strangers who met by chance are intimately intertwined, merging into one. The deeper they dissolve into each other, the more excited they become; the longer they entwine, the more they yearn for time to freeze, letting the blazing fire of desire... burn... both souls willingly surrender themselves to the fiercely burning passion.
Both sides no longer have psychological barriers. At this sublime moment, the cherry blossom is completely free from the agony of having to suppress the sexual impulses that had spread fervent desire throughout heaven. Her heart burns intensely within, letting earthly bliss guide her into a realm of immersion.
He no longer hesitates; with one hand, he supports her back, and with the other, he gently lifts the flower branch on the left. Anh Dao seemed to be in a state of unknowing, yet as if dimly comprehending Hoang Kim's intention—he wants her to wrap her long, slender legs around his firm hips... to... maintain balance... and... "tightly embrace" the "hero" who is "touring the Garden of Eden," "exploring" the labyrinthine matrix within the sacred realm.
He is entranced by those maddening, soul-captivating eyes. Her face is flushed a vibrant red, like a deep rose-pink peach blossom. Every sound she makes seems to melt his soul, as the aphrodisiac's effect swiftly takes control of the hero's mind. The ethereal flower of spring passion entices him, inviting him to step into heaven. Heat flows throughout the body. Night mist emanates like a gushing spring. Surging fervor ignites every cell, with blazing flames burning across the scorching skin.
The purple tendons, continuously expanding and contracting, want to tear Hoang Kim apart. His crimson eyeballs crave to ignite the flame of emotion between him and her. The peak of desire foreshadows that the aphrodisiac's effect has reached its limit. This is the perfect moment for passionate lovemaking. Hoang Kim lets go of all worries, indulging with her in the joy within paradise.
He still supports her lower back with one hand, while the other holds between her thigh and buttock. Anh Dao smiles subtly, her face flushes crimson, because she doesn't mean to make such an association, nor does she intend to offend the hero. Yet, a specific scene from countless "private videos" she has watched still appears in her mind... that is precisely the moment when she satisfies herself in bed.
The difference lies in that the veteran male actors in those films... of course... are skillful and accomplished... but compared to this truly deserving "Goddess Slayer" who possesses heavenly-level techniques, those guys in the movies are still an abyss.
Hoang Kim is like playing a seesaw game with her, bouncing up and down with thumping sounds. Every time he moves with skilled rhythm, the "dancer" showcases a fiery dance in the labyrinth, persistently seeking that cherry blossom which still plays hide-and-seek with the emotion-drunk one.
The holy water surges powerfully, the tide transcends the peak of climax, and that flower, always moist with dew... at this moment... feels an earthquake shaking heaven. Every time a tsunami submerges everything beneath legs more stable than heaven-supporting pillars, the scene blurs in the corners of eyes soaked with hot tears and burning passion.
Anh Dao is no longer able to, nor does she care about, her dignity, the pride of a steel woman, and her icy image melting in the fire of desire, and she willingly indulges her naturally amorous and lustful nature, but only now has she met the hero worthy of her offering her body.
This destined night, she wants to enjoy it to the fullest, craving to live out her true self... so that... the hero can satisfy her burning thirst for desire... just like... a drought awaits a timely rain.
With every bout of frenzy, every tremor, the car no longer remained still, but swayed unconsciously with sounds that are at times as clear as an angel's singing, and at other times as enchanting and seductive as a wild goddess, merging into one rhythm with the passionate dance of the emotional pair, who are living according to humanity's most primal instincts.
Hoang Kim's mind has fallen into a haze. He acts entirely on instinctive reactions, holding her tightly. She also vaguely wraps her arms around him, her slender legs crossed and entwining Hoang Kim.
In a trance, Anh Dao tugs at his hair, burning his wild consciousness beneath the scorching volcano of desire. She reaches out to press the control panel on the car's ceiling, and two long cushioned seats rotate, piecing together into a small bed.
The goddess willingly offers herself, and now, she actively creates a place of pleasure... in order to... "transform" herself into the very embodiment of a "one-night stand", fully enjoying desires that have accumulated and been suppressed for a long time.
This monster awakens the dormant "wanton woman" in the goddess's subconscious... therefore... when she transforms from being shy, infatuated yet reserved, into being bold and intoxicated, he is not surprised in the slightest.
The hero no longer has any reason to hesitate. The male god immediately, together with that flower, satisfies the desire burning with the fire of passion.
Their two bodies melt into one under the intense warmth. The hero and the alluring flower are unwilling to separate, lest they regret losing that moment of ultimate pleasure. Hoang Kim doesn't want to withdraw his weapon, and Anh Dao doesn't want him to either.
The couple even craves a deeper union; both hope he can fully immerse his "weapon" into the forbidden zone, penetrating as deeply as possible, so that in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, he can forge that divine weapon... which is being... intensely refined.
The divine weapon transforms into a kerosene lamp, infiltrating every corner and crevice, illuminating the path forward and the way back. Anh Dao completely abandons herself to the voice that hypnotizes them both. This sound is trapped in an inescapable space, hovering by Hoang Kim's ears, echoing repeatedly in the depths of his consciousness.
The spirits of this man and woman are completely submerged in a world where illusion and reality interweave. Whenever the oil lamp explores and searches in the deepest, darkest places, attempting to unravel all mysteries, the cherry blossom trembles violently, its petals scatter and fall with every wave of "desire-trance" passion.
Each time the narrow path presses tightly, blocking the way to the end, Hoang Kim, stimulated by irritation, instead becomes excited. So he adds "oil," making the lamp probe as deeply as possible. The speed suddenly accelerates, becoming intense and a bit rough, causing the lamp to shake, and then pouring the oil onto the holy land.
The concentrated oil envelops the holy water, erupting upwards and igniting the flames of desire, which blaze fiercely. Lustful fire splashes everywhere, spreading across the holy land; the scorching temperature makes her unable to endure, and she emits an uncontrollable sound.
She had long cast aside all obstacles preventing her from reaching the pinnacle of heaven. She thought no sensation could make her blush, but the sound was so loud it painted blushes onto the cherry blossom.
The sound of lost souls engulfs both him and her. Disoriented reason sways amidst the masculine sweat permeating their entire bodies; the man's scent entices the woman's fragrance. The two have approached a point where they can no longer get closer, yet Hoang Kim feels that this scent is neither that of a girl nor yet fully that of a woman, still very far from him. Thus, he can never get close enough to understand her.
He involuntarily sighs, his warm breath unintentionally blowing into her ear. That scorching breath makes her even more bewildered than when she's being flirted with and teased. Bashful blossoms emit a sweet aroma from her lips, and Hoang Kim's keen sense of smell swirls this aroma into his mind. He still attempts to fathom her personality and state of mind.
The train of thought breaks in two breaths with a joint sound of lost souls. He deliriously clutches her tightly in his arms, burying his face into the snowy peaks, eager to drink in every bit of warmth and moist heat. She, entranced by passion, pulls him into her embrace, tilting her head back, eyes half-closed.
The Western girl lets emotion guide her into a dreamlike realm—a beautiful cherry blossom forest, shimmering with bright pink, with an unidentified object vaguely in the distance. She doesn't care at all, allowing her soul to follow the countless petals floating in the spring passion wind.
Lust intoxicates Anh Dao, entwining Hoang Kim, and guides the hero to continue his endless journey. Facing a moment where nerves and emotions are stretched to their limit, almost on the verge of breaking... therefore... from beginning to end, he must tenderly cherish that flower which shuts shyly at a touch, gently caressing the beautiful butterfly whose wings are pressed tightly, almost to suffocation... so that... the flower bud and butterfly together can open their hearts, welcoming his arrival on this path of searching for and conquering the fragrant cherry blossom.
After a seemingly endless trek, Hoang Kim finally reaches the place he has longed for. Those efforts, oblivious to "fatigue," are locked in a "deep and private" place, as if an invisible maze. The forbidden zone seems to be born to "imprison" him. It sequentially closes all mazes, large and small, sealing off every exit to completely prevent any situation where the "weapon" might fall from where he needs to embed his divine weapon completely, right to the hilt.
Anh Dao still pretends to lose awareness, wrapping her right leg around his waist and hip, while her left leg relaxes and gently lifts ten centimeters. He continues to breach the obstructing walls within the maze, and the area constantly overflows like a flood.
Her willow-like brows furrow tightly on her deep red face, as if reproaching him for being a stupid guy. She has already flashed the green light, making it so obvious, yet he cannot immediately grasp her intention, still strenuously cultivating and nurturing the Garden of Eden.
She thought lust had muddled his reason, so she deliberately repeated the motion of wrapping her right leg, lifting her left thigh, and slightly tilting her waist... yet... she was startled to discover that this stupid guy still forced her to reveal her true feelings.
He smiles softly, gently appreciating her delicate charm—that charming pout and side-glance, imbued with a "blame for his damn bad habits," all because the hero dared to tease her. It was clearly a "retaliation" for her trick a few minutes earlier, when she tempted him to kiss her.
The hero whispers an apology, his voice warm and full of affection, as if admitting a mistake to a lover. This makes her face flush red, her cherry lips chuckle softly and mutter a faint "stupid." She lets out a soft "ah," cupping her hands over her cheeks to hide that streak of deep pink moonlight... as... he follows the momentum, twists his waist, and slowly moves the "oil lamp" downward to continuously illuminate... the most sensitive point... of... convergence between the butterfly-flower's heart and the deep, hidden region.
That soft, beautiful sound is like an angel's music, clear and melodious, echoing into an endless string of melodies. Holy water unleashes a tsunami, pouring torrents of floodwaters onto the scorching oil lamp. This furious energy is surging powerfully, urging him to pour out everything for the final journey, warning that if the hero shows any slack, loses focus, or fails to complete his mission, a sweet death awaits him ahead.
He then carefully makes every move, gently lifting that flower, so that it completely dominates the "hero."
Anh Dao, startled by his sudden action, immediately arches her body, pressing her upper half tightly against his chest, as solid and majestic as Mount Tai. Hoang Kim smiles at the corner of his mouth, his hands gently touching the lower part of her snow-like slender waist. She purses her lips and smiles shyly, grasping his intention to substitute action for words:
"Don't worry, I will cautiously adjust my posture. No matter how you move, be it fast or slow, skillful or clumsy, we will melt into one, never to be separated."
She buries her head deep into his shoulder, to conceal her flushed face. Bashfully, she moves her long legs inch by inch, wrapping them tightly around his waist and hip from behind him. The flower gently sways its waist, and their two bodies merge, intermingling into one.
With every pulsation, the forbidden palace trembles violently. The divine weapon penetrates the point of convergence between the butterfly-flower's heart and the deep, hidden region, intimately teasing multiple times, then delving deep into the forbidden maze, causing uproar in the holy land.
The beauty and the hero swayingly dance the fiery dance of desire together; lust and affection harmonize into a song, and the flower-butterfly's low moans are ceaseless, like an angel's qin music.
Anh Dao flings her soaked golden hair back, her body arching like a rainbow in the rain, moving towards the hero, a master of gliding across the ice and snow. He is intoxicated within it, completely releasing his soul into that peach garden of blazing lust and fervent desire.
That ultimate, ethereal sense of joy surges straight to the Ninth Heaven... in that moment... she rides the clouds and mist in his "embrace," the oil lamp burns fiercely, illuminating all the most sensitive points of convergence in Butterfly-Flower Valley.
Anh Dao hazily feels... that posture, allowing the shy, deep-red moon to face the scorching sun, silently transmitting pleasure... delivering the most sublimated, most insane, most wild, most fierce, most fervent sensations.... to... the girl immersed in the sea of desire where they meld and fuse into each other.
Hoang Kim gives a subtle smile, and that tender expression flickers in Anh Dao's shy eyes. This virgin, who has just bid farewell to her purity… her cheeks flush crimson… realizing that he has noticed… that she has understood that the man she trusts—the one who has coaxed her soul into paradise throughout the entire night—wants… she reigns supreme in his lap… to… fully feel that divine weapon deeply thrusting into the deepest, bottomless sanctum… as… the goddess dances a celestial dance at the pinnacle of their lovemaking paradise.
Tonight is the first time she has ever tasted the flavor of lust.
This crazy night is also the first time in her life… experiences… all kinds of emotional upheavals, and sheds tears for a man.
She… does not cry because of parting with her virginity, which no longer belongs to her…
She… does not cry because this night, filled with desire but devoid of love, has yet to form true affection between man and woman.
She…
Cries because he empathizes with her. He is without hatred, without disdain, without complaints, and without blaming her for being an accomplice in helping the mastermind harm the innocent.
And…
She cries because, for the first time, she feels the sharp pain and numbness of parting with the confidante who has accompanied her for twenty years…
That pain of separation dissolves into a mixture of shyness and wild abandon, savoring the tender sensations minute by minute, sweet to the very second... with... unforgettable moments of living true to herself... alongside... the hero she deeply respects and absolutely trusts.
The goddess tenderly admires the true hero, and that sweet male god gazes at her obsessively. The eyes of this "emotional" pair are filled with boundless tenderness and affection, shy and blushing, as those enchanting moans seem to tempt a man into sin, igniting explosive excitement. The two bare forms return to the most primal state of their souls and bodies.
The soul-stirring sounds are ceaseless, completely engulfing both her and him. In their empty minds, only desire remains. The only thing running parallel to carnal desire is each person's instinct. The two are clasped tightly together, immersed in joyful infatuation and pleasure, completely oblivious to the fleeting passage of time.
Time never waits for anyone, especially not for two people wholeheartedly diving into the boundless sea of desire. When the lamp is extinguished by the holy water, the oil in the lamp and the reserved oil overflow into the maze's holy land, and the man and woman awake from their wild frenzy. The holy land ignites with flames amidst satisfied moans, emitting a scorching aura and a rich, erotic scent.
Anh Dao lifts her body, her head tilting slightly back, feeling the last moment of infatuation. Hoang Kim lowers the curtain of their lovemaking, gently approaching her lips. Although the delirium still surges throughout her body, agitating like an electric shock, when Anh Dao notices Hoang Kim trying to go beyond what she can accept, her slender willow-like brows frown slightly, and her complexion darkens accordingly. Her cherry blossom countenance, originally full of spring colors, instantly turns ashen, like withered petals. She hates most the one who most despises her vows.
He has been the first man who has blended his body and soul with hers. Her snow-white skin is like pearls and jade, her breath carries the fragrance of cherry blossoms, and her sweat reveals the pure scent of a virgin. Even the most precious thing in a girl's entire life, she unhesitatingly delivers her everything to him, without regret or complaint.
He even uses his mouth to remove her underwear, doing all sorts of perverted things to her. Yet the hero is not satisfied; not only does he taste the sweet "peach," but he continues to demand the "fairy." Facing his unending greed, she finds it difficult to accept.
The thought of pushing him away flashes for half a second, the next half a second she is stunned, watching Hoang Kim gently kiss her cheek. That kiss is as light as a fleeting breeze, yet it makes the withered petals revive, her anger dissipates, transforming into the airy pink of spring vitality.
In her twenty years of life, she has never tasted the flavor of shyness. Yet tonight, she can no longer recall the number of times her ears have felt hot and her cheeks have flushed red in front of this stupid guy. Everything happens too quickly. Hoang Kim sees Anh Dao's body stiffen, her semi-double-lidded eyes are forced open wide, sparkling as she stares intently at him. The hero scratches his head, then asks with slight embarrassment:
- What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?
Anh Dao is startled; the question strikes right at her secret, instantly making her sit up. The girl pushes him away and, to mask her embarrassment, angrily rebukes him for losing control due to excessive excitement, shouting irritably:
- You stupid guy, you've already torn my sleeve. How much longer are you planning to be sprawled on top of me?
The excuse is both reasonable and rational, perfectly fitting the context and timing, concealing what she wants to hide. The stupid guy mistakenly believes the girl is angry because he is clinging to her body, so he lowers his head and apologizes. Anh Dao watches the shy Hoang Kim not daring to look directly at her. He fumbles to find clothes for her first, and then for himself. The girl presses her lips tightly, trying to hold back her laughter, yet the charming corners of her lips have already outlined a hint of joy.
After a moment of tension, Hoang Kim lifts his head. He does not discover that which he will never be able to know; that secret has long been hidden by her without a trace. Before he turns around, Anh Dao quickly conceals her emotions. She understands his meaning, yet feigns nonchalance and asks:
- You made love with someone else's daughter for several hours and weren't shy, so why are you shy now?
Hoang Kim listens to her bold words, utterly different from her shyness during lovemaking, yet there is no trace of deliberate audacity in her tone. Anh Dao remains tight-lipped; he still cannot guess what she hides in her heart. A stupid guy is a stupid guy after all; he's a long way from guessing the blonde girl's thoughts.
- One shouldn't look at a girl wearing clothes!
Anh Dao bends down, reaches out and picks up the roll of toilet paper that has fallen onto the car floor:
- You understand a girl's psychology very well! - She giggles while wiping away the fluid still flowing from within her body - But I am a woman... already. I am no longer a girl!
Anh Dao teases. Joking around is her strange hobby, also to make him less gloomy. He wonders if she had deliberately paused at the word "woman" before gently adding the conclusive "already". She had just made a joke and was not forcing him to bear any responsibility. The hero is haunted by a persistent sorrow, a void he can never hope to fill in his lifetime. Most important is emotion; without emotion, one should not use bonds to hurt each other.
BOOM...
A terrifying loud sound interrupts his thoughts. The car's right side is violently struck by the pickup truck from behind. The offending driver quickly steps on the gas pedal and drives away. The impact force throws Hoang Kim against Anh Dao. He hastily helps her up, seeing the girl's forehead is bleeding. The hero anxiously tears open a tissue, wipes for her, asking:
- Is there a bandage in the car?
Anh Dao points to the plastic box that has fallen onto the car floor. Hoang Kim performs first aid. Anh Dao has a quite deep wound, but there's no need to worry as if she's critically wounded and about to die, yet the stupid guy panics as if she is his lover.
If she were not familiar with his character, she might have thought he was pretending to care and flirting. Anh Dao smiles inwardly, her gaze falls on his tender actions of applying disinfectant for her, then gently bandages her with cotton gauze. She deliberately frowns to probe him. As expected, Hoang Kim pauses, asking nervously:
- Did I hurt you?
Anh Dao does not directly answer, but instead asks back:
- Are you so gentle with all girls?
Hoang Kim finishes bandaging the last strip, and says lightly:
- Don't you women always want this?
Gentle Anh Dao smiled slightly, gazing at him with shining eyes, bringing her hand close to his cheek, but not touching or pinching his ear. She said half-jokingly, half-seriously:
- I'm starting to like you, you must not die, okay!
She mainly flirts to tease him, because the hero is even more flustered than a girl. Anh Dao purses her lips, smiles slightly, as if to say she hadn't dressed yet. The person being teased awkwardly turns to the other side again. She teases him without shame during their intimacy, everything is over, what are you shy about? Now, the girl feels embarrassed by this situation.
It took a long time to wipe away the viscous fluids completely. The two car upholstered seats, joined to form a bed, had also been soaked through with a mixture of night dew and holy water, and the car floor was inundated by a cataclysmic tsunami-like flood. All the traces of the joyous battlefield made her face flush even redder than a deep crimson peach blossom.
She frowned, pursed her lips to suppress a smile, as she recalled the watch that had slipped from her hand and fallen into the holy water on the car floor—a consequence of her reaching the peak of ecstasy. Now, Anh Dao secretly wipes the watch clean, puts it into her handbag, gets dressed, and sits back in her seat.
Hoang Kim asks several times, but she remains silent. He gathers his courage to look back, frowning, because he sees her surprisingly calm. Her expression is exactly the same as when they first met. She regards it as if nothing had happened.
Hoang Kim still doesn't understand this strange girl. His gaze turns to the damage on the car, allowing them both to avoid awkward situations. He finds that although the car door was dented, it was now unjammed after the impact, so he excitedly tells Anh Dao the good news. She just casually replies:
- Let's go home!
Anh Dao drives silently, Hoang Kim has no reason to talk to her anymore, and he no longer feels like it. Hoang Kim is very worried about his mother, not knowing how to face her. Although he falls into a trap, he actually had incestuous relations with his sister and niece. Anh Dao treats him as an invisible person, so neither of them speaks throughout the journey.