Prehistoric - Death Virus

Chapter 1

Dirty Deal

In a room lined with books on four rows of shelves, a stately middle-aged man sits in a crocodile-skin armchair, dressed in traditional attire. His deep-set eyes rest beneath silver eyebrows, while his sunken cheeks create hollows in his rough, dark complexion.

He tilts his head, resting it on his left hand, while his other hand clicks the mouse placed on the sandalwood table. On the laptop screen, track and field athletes compete in the largest stadium on Earth. The man takes a sip of tea, listening to the commentator’s excited voice:

"Yes, everyone, the leading athletes are accelerating in the final thirty meters. Hoang Kim is still in fourth place. Will he break through? We wait and see..."

The middle-aged man’s gaze locks onto the muscular legs of the athlete wearing bib number one. Sweat slicks his skin, clinging tightly to the muscles and tendons that bulge across his body. Number 01 unleashes his full strength, rushing forward with each stride, pulling the wind along as he surges past his opponents.

"Hoang Kim sprints faster than an arrow! Yes, friends, the son of the wind god is surpassing second place! He’s just a few steps away from the leader!"

The middle-aged man watches lazily, his indifferent eyes following as Hoang Kim surges ahead. No. 01 crosses the finish line just as his closest rival is about to claim victory. Hoang Kim shouts excitedly, waving to thousands of roaring hometown fans.

The audience waves the national flags in celebration of the victory, while a swarm of reporters rushes in, eager to capture images of the son of the wind god. Fangirls in the stands sweep their smartphone flashes, capturing the hero's ascent to his championship title. The girls form heart shapes with their arms, directing them toward the nation's crush.

- Hoang Kim, I love you!

- I LOVE YOU, Hoang Kim!

- He’s looking at me!

Hoang Kim smiles, bows his head in gratitude, and receives a national flag from the audience. The champion drapes the flag over his shoulders and walks over to help his fallen rival, who has collapsed on the field. The two formidable opponents shake hands, offering words of comfort and congratulations.

The exchange of sportsmanship, in the eyes of millions of spectators, is fair play. The middle-aged man smirks faintly, leaning back as he props his feet up on the table, watching Hoang Kim turn toward the fluttering national flag while singing the anthem. The majestic music ends, and there is a knock on the door of the room:

- Father, here comes the guest!

The man parts his lips into a faint smile:

- The door is not locked.

The door opened, and the first to appear was a beautiful young girl with fair skin, blue eyes, and lustrous golden hair. Behind her, wavy curls cascaded down, with a high, asymmetrical ponytail trailing loosely. Her cherry-red lips adorn an oval face. A dusting of white powder partially conceals her semi-double eyelid, a slight flaw that disrupts the elegance of her features.

Nature bestows upon her a scorching figure, as if capable of igniting the delicate shirt and outer coat she wears. Her perfect curves flow seamlessly into a short, form-fitting mini jupe that hugs her graceful waist. That black mini jupe accentuates her fair skin and endlessly long legs, while she emanates a sweet, fragrant scent. She bows her head in greeting and steps aside.

The man’s gaze shifts to the three guests who enter the room one after another. Leading them is a young married woman. Her jet-black hair falls over her shoulders, combed to one side of her round face. Her soft, silkworm-like brows gently drop over her laksa leaf eyes[1], graceful lines like the delicate strokes of a master painter completing a flawless masterpiece. Those alluring eyes are melancholy and subtly sorrowful. The corners of her lips bear no lipstick, and her peach-colored cheeks are completely free of blush, highlighting the young woman's simple beauty.

She has a voluptuous physique, with the blazing fire mountain further accentuating her irresistible allure. The loose shirt she wears does nothing to quell her blazing heat; instead, it seems only to inflame the "passion" of her fire mountain. Her jeans cling to her long, sensual legs, making her slightly sexier than the blonde beauty.

The woman greets the man quietly, and he nods in response, his eyes narrowing as they fall upon the two girls standing beside her.

The girl on the right, Bang Suong, has a delicate frame. Her youthful figure is accentuated by the gentle curves of her developing chest, rising and falling behind a short-sleeved crop top that hugs her body tightly.

Similar to a high school girl, she wears a short pleated skirt that hugs her white-and-pink thighs. Her brown hair is styled into a bun at the crown of her head, with slanted bangs gracefully framing her delicate little chin. Her soft, silkworm-like brows lift slightly like a butterfly spreading its wings; her eyes, brighter than stars, instantly sharpen like a blade.

Tuyet Lan stands quietly to the left. Her jet-black, silky hair cascades down her back like a flowing stream. A green blouse resembles a flared skirt, highlighting elegance and gentleness for a slender figure, while the jeans cover her long, graceful legs—so stunning that even a supermodel would envy them. Her figure is perfectly balanced, with silkworm brows and sparkling phoenix eyes, as tranquil as a calm lake.

Her pure gaze avoids the middle-aged man's prying scrutiny. She gently presses her peach-colored lips together, lowering her head to conceal the fear on her delicate, moon-like face. Timidly, she steps behind the woman to hide the fairyland brimming with life, evading his sharp, owl-like gaze. He smiles as he observes the three contrasting expressions, then speaks to the blonde girl.

- How interesting! Anh Dao, I remember inviting only two people — why is there a third?

This man is Anh Dao's father, the one who had orchestrated the meeting yet pretends not to know. Bang Suong is annoyed by the teasing, but with her family in danger, she has to endure it to avoid offending the 'Manh Thuong Quan'[1]. Sensing the tension, Anh Dao gently introduces the young woman:

- Father, she is Thanh Ngoc, the mother of Suong and Lan!

The man nods:

- You haven't answered my question yet?

Suong's pale pink cherry lips raise slightly, and her cute little face turns fierce as she tries to hold back her anger. This is a bad place; if she is careless, danger will befall mother and daughter. Anh Dao says slowly:

- I texted, but Lan went to school and forgot her cellular phone at home. Ngoc has read the message and knows everything. Ngoc wants to negotiate; she is willing to dedicate herself to replace her two daughters.

Lan blushes deeply, burying her face in her mother’s back. Bang Suong, sixteen years old, has never held a boy’s hand. The words ‘dedicate herself’ tinge her pure, moon-like face with a shy pink hue. Thanh Ngoc pleads to endure the humiliation on behalf of her daughter:

- I agree to have sex with you if you save Luu Ly's life!

At fifteen, carefree and full of life, dancing with pink dreams, Ngoc ended her thoughtless, worry-free days at the age of a full moon. She came from an orphanage, so her husband’s family did not approve. The young couple had to leave their homeland when the unborn child was still in Ngoc's womb. She gave birth to her first daughter, Tuyet Lan. At seventeen, Bang Sương was born. In her impulsive and immature youth, Ngoc gave birth to Luu Ly at the age of twenty.

At first, their love was passionate and fulfilling, but over time, the burdens of daily life—food, clothing, money, and everything in between—led to family conflicts and marital strife. Over the past three years, their savings had been drained by their youngest daughter’s serious illness. The couple juggled countless jobs and borrowed from wherever they could, just to keep little Lưu Ly’s fragile life hanging by a thread.

The doctor said that Luu Ly's optimism and will to survive had kept her from succumbing to her serious illness. Surgery was required sooner or later, but the cost was very high—even selling their house wouldn't cover it.

Luu Ly has a super rare blood type, causing her body to reject the blood and bone marrow of her relatives. Her family must find a suitable bone marrow donor for transplantation.

It never rains but it pours.  The husband, depressed and addicted to alcohol, spends his days and nights drunk, neglecting his children and failing to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband and father. Lacking talent, he has often scolded his wife and children, and the bond between husband and wife has deteriorated over time.

One day, a middle-aged man and Anh Dao came to find Lan and Suong. The sisters were stunned to realize that the person approaching them was JK—the most powerful media mogul on Earth. He made a proposal:

“I understand your family's situation. If you want to save your little sister, both you and your sister must spend a night with a man. I'll cover all the treatment expenses!”  

The girls were shocked by the indecent proposal, unable to believe that someone of such high status could be so perverse. Ngoc and her daughters still couldn't understand why JK had such a twisted idea—a man of power, capable of commanding the world's beauties to kneel at his feet with a single word. Yet he chose the Lan sisters under conditions so strange it was almost bizarre.

JK smugly glances at the mother and daughters, his gaze holding three parts pity and seven parts mockery.

- You and your daughter are beautiful and alluring. I wish I were young and healthy enough to go all the way. Unfortunately, I'm old now, my back hurts and I might not even be able to keep up with one, let alone three young, beautiful and vibrant women in their prime!

The listeners blush, and Bang Suong struggles to endure the unpleasant attitude, suppressing her anger. JK sneers and lightly taps on the table. The tapping sound, "knock... knock... knock..." seems to join in, echoing the old man's teasing of the three. He makes a shocking proposal, suggesting an indecent exchange to save Luu Ly:

- If the mother and her two daughters have sex with a man, and all four experience orgasm, I will save Lưu Ly!

The mother and daughters can no longer believe their ears, anger etching a crisscross of livid purple marks onto their flushed faces. The girls, forced to do humiliating things like animals, now realize they have been ensnared. If JK had approached Ngoc directly from the start, she would have immediately agreed and kept it a secret. JK cannot drag the three of them into such a filthy game. They sneer at JK with bitter contempt.

- My daughter is willing to die for her sister to live. You exploited that emotion to make a vulgar exchange of conditions. A teenage girl who hasn't dared to hold a man's hand—intimacy is just a delusion to her. You played psychological games on my daughter, pushing me to the brink of a mental breakdown and forcing me to offer myself in their stead. My daughter and I accept the sacrifice—it's like walking straight into a trap!

Thanh Ngoc trembles, swallowing her resentment before declaring firmly:

- We refuse to turn ourselves into animals!

Anh Dao is a woman, but she has been an accomplice in the evil that oppresses other women. Although her actions were justified as a daughter's duty to obey her father, guilt tore at her conscience. She bowed her head in shame before the cruel fates on the brink of destruction.

- So virtuous! I will let the men subject you to treatment worse than that of dogs and pigs. - JK shouts loudly - Where are you guys, turn this virtuous mother and her daughter into whores for me! I want to hear them moaning beneath your bodies!

Ten tall, muscular men enter the room, laughing loudly. They lick their lips, swallow their saliva, and stare hungrily at the sensitive areas, as if they want to devour them raw and drink blood. The hostile crowd shouts:

- Good stuff! Does the boss actually allow us to play?

- It's really good! If that ass is taken doggy-style, it'll be ecstatically wild!

- He he he... The fat rises to the cat's mouth; it would be a shame not to eat it. Hahaha...

The threat of group rape has Lan shivering and hiding behind her mother. Suong was once a national martial arts champion. She is arrogant, rebellious, and hates evil as if it were her enemy. Facing the crowd with human faces and animal hearts, the men exude such vigor that they overwhelm the spirit of their adversaries.

Such terrifying pressure could only be cultivated by martial arts masters who have endured countless battles. She gauged her own strength and knew she was no match. Her wild and unruly rebelliousness was instantly crushed. Her small body trembles with fear of angering them, the animals will immediately rape her mother and daughter until they die.

JK waves the order to rape Suong. The lechers run to tear her skirts and tops. The daughter screams in terror, causing her mother to break down mentally. If JK's demands are accepted, her mother and daughter will have to live a life of shame. If they refuse to give in, honor and chastity will be buried in a tragic death. The most important thing is life. The mother decides to protect her daughter at all costs. Ngoc shouts in panic:

- I agree!

JK smirks and orders his subordinates to withdraw. The lustful ones smacked their lips in frustration, lamenting their unfulfilled desires, some touch Suong's body, and later leave the room. Suong has never suffered disgrace. She falls onto her mother's lap, trying to hold back her tears of grievance.

Lan is not as brave as her younger sister. She doesn't even want to kill an ant, and her shyness makes her hate herself. Lan can only hold her sister in silence. Ngoc gently pats her daughter, who is crying in sorrow:

- I'm sorry, daughter! - Ngoc's voice breaks as she cries - I'm sorry!

Time will heal all wounds. They would rather become dogs and pigs than drown in insults from a pack of beasts. JK calmly waited for his victims' emotions to abate. There's no need to rush. JK takes pleasure in others' misfortune and wants to savor his wicked joy for as long as possible. Ngoc doesn't let the old man have his way. The mother gently wipes away her tears and asks JK:

- We must put it in writing. When this is over, you must save my daughter and repay my family's debt!

Ngoc can't accept that JK will only save her daughter, he must solve all the difficulties for her family. The mother is not afraid of being mocked as a prostitute who sets conditions. By agreeing to do filthy things, she and her daughter have lost their dignity as chaste women. JK claps his hands and praises her:

- Wise! This woman is wiser than I thought! I like her very much!

He squints and lets out a laugh:

- Your whole family is struggling to survive, let alone keep that covenant intact. It's nothing but scraps of paper; I can destroy it in your hands at any moment!

Thanh Ngoc smiles:

- There are countless people in the world, yet you still seek out me and my daughter. That must mean we are the only suitable ones. Of course, you can't kill us-the game hasn't officially started yet!

JK laughs, mocking her desperation:

- Game over, I can kill your whole family!  

JK's true face frightened Lan and Suong. A cruel person would not make empty threats. The sisters huddled together, clinging to their relatives, burying their bloodless faces in their mother's arms. Ngoc calmly reassured her daughter and sneered at JK:

- Killing a human is as easy as turning your hand over, but killing an entire family is no longer an easy task, you would struggle to deal with the consequences.

She stared directly at JK:

- If I let the world know about this covenant, you would have a reason to kill my family. Don't worry, my liver is as big as the sky; I dare not reveal this filth.

She remained eerily calm:

- I still need you to save my daughter!

JK retorted:

- In the end, this covenant has no value. Why do you and I have to go through all this superfluous nonsense?

Ngoc immediately replied:

- To prevent you from going back on your word. If our loved ones die, my daughters and I have no desire to live, let alone our honor. You have the power to twist the truth, but don't dream of stifling the gossip and suspicion!

She turned to Lan:

- My daughter designs secure virtual spaces on electronic devices that no one can hack. The contract has been saved on both your laptop and my phone. If you keep your word, it will be erased.

The covenant is a talisman for Ngoc and her daughter. JK is not afraid that Ngoc will expose this matter online. If it is exposed, only the mother and daughter will suffer humiliation. The powerful are more than capable of shaping public opinion to their will.

JK orders Anh Dao to draft the manuscript. The blonde girl finishes writing and hands it to JK for him to roll his fingerprint. Anh Dao places the contract and laptop in front of Ngoc. Her mother and daughter carefully read the contents and roll their fingerprints onto the paper. Anh Dao returns Lan's phone so she can take a photo of the contract.

Lan pulls out the gloves from her green blouse resembling a flared skirt, puts them on, sets up the virtual space, and completes the combination lock with lightning speed.

JK waves his hand, telling Anh Dao to take the mother and daughters home. Anh Dao takes off her outer coat and puts it over Suong. Ngoc nods in thanks, and she asks JK:

- Who do we have to have sex with? I want to be mentally prepared!

JK leans back comfortably in his chair, letting his arms rest behind his head:

- Already craving sex? Rest assured, baby, I’m not forcing you or your daughter to go to bed with someone who is sick, has broken feet, a cleft lip, or is blind. Don’t worry.

The mother and daughter remain silent as they follow Anh Dao away from this luxurious yet dirty place.

Footnote

[1]Laksa leaf eyes are single-lidded with large black pupils and long, sharp tails resembling a laksa leaf. Compared to the eyes of a deer or a dove, these eyes are more seductive, as they evoke a sense of sorrow and romance. When you gaze into them, you’ll perceive a blend of sadness, a hint of sharpness, and a touch of amorousness.

In Vietnamese culture, laksa leaf eyes are traditionally believed to signify a woman of libidinous and amorous nature, often destined for a life of suffering.

[2]Manh Thuong Quan

Vietnamese people often refer to acts of kindness, generosity, and a willingness to help the poor, the needy, and the sick, or to provide sponsorship. This is precisely what Manh Thuong Quan (Lord Mengchang) represents.

Chapter 2
 
Honor ceremony
 
At 20:00 on October 31, journalists, media agencies, and thousands of fans gather at the national airport to welcome home the triumphant athletes. Though officially a welcoming event for the entire team, in reality, the overwhelming enthusiasm is directed at just a few—namely, the ever-charming Truong Xuan and the national hero, Hoang Kim. Every overlooked team member sparks envy in some of them. They shed sweat, tears, and even blood to bring glory to their nation, only to end up as faint shadows for their teammates to shine.
 
Hoang Kim is a superstar. A black hole in human form, sucking in all the aura, fame, fortune, and women. Fangirls from every corner of the kingdom go into collective ovulation the moment he appears—each one flipping the simp switch so hard, it’ll take three lifetimes of reincarnation just to stop swooning at his smile. Some go online pledging to bear his children; others fantasize about waiting for him in bed, lost in dreams that soak their sheets with desire.
 
Sports uphold the principle of fairness, yet these athletes endure unjust treatment despite dedicating their youth to the cause. The press chants the familiar mantra: "Solidarity is strength." The media clamors that "Everyone is for one, and one is for everyone." Meanwhile, frenzied crowds take to the virtual world, passionately lauding the achievements of all the athletes. But in fact, contrary to all the fake acclamation, the media and press scramble freely for the golden egg-laying chicken.
 
Crazy fans—mostly fangirls of the national heartthrob—flood the internet every single day with wild confessions, claiming they want to bear children for their dream lover. Just a brief touch or a glimpse of his face in real life can trigger instant ovulation on the spot. Screaming like maniacs, they cling to Hoang Kim under the excuse of getting his autograph, all just to sneak into the frame of the live broadcast camera. Many wild girls shove the bodyguards around Hoang Kim; the whole team has to step in to stop their crazed frenzy.
 
The champion offers a gentle smile and asks them to relax the protection temporarily. The frenzied fans are ecstatic. They seize the opportunity to wrap their arms around Hoang Kim’s shoulders for a selfie, some even puckering their red lips to kiss the hero on the cheek. The chaotic scene looks as though the hero might be pinned down at any moment—and only the fangirls know their true intentions. If there are no cameras and security forces, the poor champion could be sacrificed to satisfy the insatiable thirst of fangirls whose dreams soak their sheets. Watching sports is merely an excuse; flaunting their bodies, chasing the spotlight, and seducing sugar daddies are their true motives.
 
After a wave of shoving and chaos, the vultures finally swoop in to tear apart the prey’s remains:
 
"Can you tell us how you feel right now?"
 
"Who would you like to dedicate this victory to?"

"Your female fans here and across the country are dying to know—do you have a girlfriend? What’s your ideal type?"

Hearing the last question, the fangirls don’t blush—they shout excitedly:

- Hoang Kim, has your mother recruited a daughter-in-law yet?
 
- Hoang Kim, I want to be your bride!
 
- I love you, Hoang Kim!

- Manifesting Hoang Kim as my husband!!!

- Manifesting the honor to be chosen as the national daughter-in-law by your mom!!!

- Manifesting… just for my future boyfriend to be one-tenth as handsome as you, and I swear—I’d live and die for love!!!
 
- Manifesting the privilege to fold your laundry and tie your shoelaces every day to the point my fingernails fall off, and I still wouldn’t utter a single complaint!!!!
 
- Manifesting the right to warm your bed every night—even when the heater breaks!!!
 
- Manifesting the chance to be Sam’s sister-in-law—even if it comes with a muddy, chaotic younger brother package!!!
 
- Manifesting to become Uncle Huge’s granddaughter-in-law, blessed with the legendary Hunter genes!!!

- Manifesting… for my future son to be handsome, talented, and gentle with girls—just like you… so he can resemble the idol his mother spent her entire youth ovulating for!!!

Envious eyes sting as they watch Hoang Kim smile amiably. The national hero graciously answers every question:
 
- I want to dedicate this joy to all true fans, especially the gold medal to my mother! - He turns to the camera, placing a hand over the national flag on his chest - Mother, I love you! Thank you, everyone!

He skillfully avoids personal matters, yet the age-old question persists:

"Sir, do you have a girlfriend? If not, when are you going on a date?"
 
Before the reporter can even ask about his ideal type, Hoang Kim smiles warmly:
 
- Did everyone forget that I have a wife?
 
Fangirls clamor along with the vultures:

"Your wife is from Hexagon country, not Prehistoric!"
 
- You protected the Queen Regnant of Hexagon two years ago—she granted you permission to marry a second time. Now, you can choose to marry any Prehistoric or Hexagon girl!
 
- Two years ago, you got married out of gratitude, not love!

Hoang Kim laughs at the ridiculous scene and gives a short reply:

- My girlfriend is track and field!

The entire crowd erupts in amazement at his clever response. The vultures and fangirls refuse to release their grip on Hoang Kim. He steps into the car, exhales deeply, loosens his tie, leans back in his seat, and watches the line of people chasing after the double-decker bus. A teammate beside him nudges his shoulder playfully and teases:
 
- So, did the national hero pick a girlfriend from the fangirl association?
 
Hoang Kim gives a slight smile:
 
- My girlfriend's name is Athletics!

Everyone laughs and jokes with each other. Hoang Kim doesn't reply but instead watches the streets receding through the glass window of the double-decker bus.

The architecture in this city contrasts as starkly as fire and water. On the left—the place Hoang Kim observes—stands a row of traditional three-room houses with two wings, their rustic simplicity familiar to the nation's people.

First-time foreign visitors, from diverse cultural backgrounds, often mistake the timeworn houses—with gracefully upturned eaves resembling boat roofs—for temples or pagodas.

The temple and pagoda complex is adorned with intricate carvings of waves, flowing water, clouds, and sky, which gracefully swirl across the wooden doors. The once jet-black timber has faded over time, mottled with grayish-white stains that lend a melancholic hue to the solemn space.
 
Looming with a gloomy appearance, in some places, a faint scent of damp green moss creeps along the house walls. Swarms of parasites divide into factions, invading every corner. One battalion descends to the ground, capturing alleyways. Rows of lanterns strung along the alleys cast a dim, ethereal glow.
 
Hoang Kim sees streams of bluish-gray kitchen smoke rising high. He closes his eyes and inhales the delicate aroma of burning agarwood, the rich scent mingling with fragrant grapefruit peels smoldering in the crackling stove fire. Traditions remain unshaken—the old city’s residents still kindle their stoves with firewood and agarwood, layering grapefruit peels on the stove to eliminate harmful fumes.

The heat from the fire roasts skewers until golden brown, each dripping with glistening fat, while pots of stewed bones boil vigorously, releasing a deep, savory sweetness. Hoang Kim's mouth waters with longing. He often trains and competes, adhering to a strict athlete's diet, unable to savor his favorite dishes. Hoang Kim clicks his tongue, watching people enjoy their food at the sidewalk stalls.
 
Many first-time visitors wince at the strong aroma of oil and grease, mingling with the damp, musty air in the alley. The instinctive preference for cleanliness and aversion to filth gradually fades for long-time regulars. Hoang Kim is no exception—initially, he found it unpleasant, but over time, he became addicted to the sharp, acrid scent. He knows the smell would be even more overwhelming if not tempered by the smoke and fire.
 
The scorching heat diminishes the moss-soldiers of the upper army, yet it cannot stop the mighty force of this large army from staining the walls green and climbing up to the rooftops. They cling stubbornly to the yin-yang tile roof. Parasites hopelessly soil the tiles, which sparkle beautifully like lapis lazuli.
 
Over the years, vibrant colors have accompanied the ancient, moss-covered architecture. Many nostalgic souls liken this ethereal demeanor to that of the elegant scholars and literary figures of ancient times. The tranquil scenery is perfect for those who cherish quiet solitude, like Hoang Kim.
 
Those who crave vibrancy are drawn to the dazzling streets opposite the row of ancient houses. Their appearance is as luxurious as that of a modern-day princess. 'She' takes on countless chaotic forms, with a mismatched structure. Everywhere, towering skyscrapers rise high, with shapes like sharp spires, standing boldly like gods. Each floor of the tower glows brightly with lights, appearing from afar like a fire phoenix dancing amidst the vast sky and earth.
 
Beneath those towering silhouettes, tiny single-storey brick houses huddle in the shadows. Their impoverished owners pay no attention to the peeling brick walls, the dark grey tile roofs, the broken bricks mixed with intact ones, or the crooked doors that seem ready to fall off their hinges. This wretched appearance is seen as a disgrace to the bustling and lively street life.

On the bustling, glamorous streets, people hurry past, each caught in the rush of the crowd. Couples break away from the throng and step into fashion boutiques, where the finest clothes are displayed on mannequins, stretching from the interior to the storefront.
 
The girls focus intently on selecting, the mannequins sway gently, and the female customers squint with laughter as they watch the human-shaped models joyfully dance to the loudest music coming from the adjacent ballroom and bar.
 
Howls and stampings clash on the dance floor, and the chaotic sounds rage through the streets day and night. The noise, combined with the stage lighting, rotates continuously, casting ethereal five-colored lights on faces filled with desire.
 
Men and women high on drugs entwine and dance in a sensual dance, touching each other passionately as if no one is there. Slutty girls moan in their lovers' arms, their dull eyes suddenly lighting up when someone shouts:
 
- Hoang Kim will attend the honor ceremony at the lobby of Fame Hotel.
 
All the girls scream with excitement, simultaneously pushing away the hands of their lovers who are groping for private places, and without a word, they rush into the street in a race to get back to the hotel. Food falls from mouths, and the boyfriends angrily curse Hoang Kim, digging up his eighteen generations to hurl insults at him.

- Hoang Kim's dog bitch mother!

- Dad will kill you, Hoang Kim dog!

A girl forgets to pull up her panties but still confidently holds her phone, livestreaming:

- I’m going to see my husband, Hoang Kim!

The wind blows the skirt, billowing like the flag of an uprising.

The boyfriend, pulling up his pants while chasing behind, has a face as red as a fighting rooster:
 
- Are you crazy? The matter's not even finished yet, and you're already off chasing stars!

The crowd goes wild, crashing together like sardines thrown into a boiling hotpot. Curses, heavy breathing, and the scream of livestreamers:

- Comment, everyone! I’m about to meet Hoang Kim!

Her voice resounds like a battle thunderstorm.
 
***
 
Fame is one of the largest hotels on the planet, meeting and exceeding all strict international standards. The hotel has 30 floors, each with its own unique standard—the lower floors offer affordable rooms, while the upper floors ascend in luxury, corresponding to social status.
 
The facilities in the rooms on each floor are clearly differentiated—the higher the floor, the more modern and expensive the amenities. Most of the guests are affluent individuals, powerful figures, nobles, and entertainment stars. Dressed in globally renowned brands, they have gathered in the lobby, eagerly awaiting Hoang Kim.
 
Outside the hotel, three large groups of frantic girls have gathered:
 
The first group consists of female students from the country of Prehistoric, each holding a piece of paper and a pen tightly in her hands.
 
The second group is made up of international female students, wearing green eye shadow, bright red lipstick, and a variety of fashionable outfits—some dressed half-covered, half-revealing, hoping to catch the attention of their male idols; others wear bold and revealing outfits, eager to steal their heartthrobs’ hearts.
 
The third group consists of foreign beauties with blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, dressed in revealing clothes, showing off everything they could. Each one clutches her phone tightly, as if it is her lifeline.
 
Despite their different skin colors and languages, they all share a common goal—to secure a good spot and get closer to the national male idol. The scene is nothing short of a "Battle of the Uterus Awakening," a cross-national-level collective ovulation!
 
On the other side, reporters, television staff, and radio broadcasters are also caught in battle, fully equipped. They carry cameras, hold microphones, and wear recording equipment on their shoulders, with tripods, camera flash, and flying cameras (flycams) all in action. It is as if they aren’t there to conduct interviews, but to launch a media warfare. Each person’s gaze is like a thermal sensor, locked on their targets, ready to "fire" at any moment—of course, "fire" here refers to frantically pressing the shutter button and recording footage.

Surrounding them is a team of bodyguards, closely monitoring the situation. In the center of the crowd, the organizers of the honorary ceremony have installed two rows of luminous stone lights earlier in the afternoon, with blue light gleaming across the red carpet that stretches from the hall all the way to the main road.

After lurking for hours and waiting impatiently, the target finally appears as a double-decker bus comes into view from the distance. The crowd erupts in excitement, louder than if they win the lottery. Fangirls, as usual, shout love confessions, while the media pan their video cameras and snap photos continuously. Even before the bus arrives, flashes from camera lights already fill the street.

The bus slows and stops in front of the hotel. As soon as the doors open, a sea of people immediately surges forward. Ear-piercing screams erupt like a tsunami, drowning out the loudspeakers and completely overpowering the voices of reporters congratulating the national team athletes on their outstanding achievements.

Fangirls push forward, raising their phones, banners, and LED boards—some even bring massive streamers, hanging them from the second floor all the way down to the sidewalk:

Oppa Truong Xuan, stop running—you're tired, baby! Dive straight into my fiery heart!

OPPA TRUONG XUAN! STOP RUNNING TOWARDS THE FINISH LINE, JUST DIVE INTO MY ARMS ALREADY!

Babe! Every time you smile, our eggs drop like a rainstorm!!

Crush of the Prehistoric Nation

My husband, the national dreamboat

The dream boyfriend of Girl Kingdom

Babe, you're my future fiancé in my heart

I remember you wore jersey number 09, the symbol of eternal love

The man of my life, infinitely handsome

A group of youngsters, just blooming at the age of a new full moon, hang captions and banners all over the streets leading to the hotel:

Swear to God! If you step out of formation, I’ll step out of my ex’s heart!

No matter where you run, I’ll say goodbye to my single life and run after you.

Win or lose? Don’t care. As long as you exist, my heart’s on seismic mode!

I need a victory to celebrate in the streets, but I need a handsome guy like Truong Xuan to run into my heart even more!

If tomorrow’s the apocalypse, I’ll drop all my eggs tonight for my dreamboat!

A charming dreamboat with the flair of a leading man from the Land of Frost—witty, graceful, and well-mannered. His single-lidded smile alone is enough to make fangirls swoon and chant his name: Truong Xuan.

One-lidded eyes of mass destruction, a killer smile that sends fangirls into cardiac arrest!

No need for top speed, no need for record-breaking achievements—just one perfectly dreamboat-style smile from the Land of Frost, paired with gentle charm and subtle flirting, is enough to melt countless fangirl hearts like snow under the sun.

Other fangirls are already in a frenzy, waving meme signs as they cheer for their idol:

It takes 10 seconds to run 100 meters, 1 second to run into my heart, and a lifetime to stay by my side.

Sports achievements are secondary, it's the achievements that make me ovulate that really count.

my oppa, my husband, my national husband!

oppa, don’t run to the finish line—run into my burning "heart". It’s on fire for you!

National Husband, don’t run anymore—just run into my heart!

Run into my heart the way you sprint toward victory!

The finish line of my life is the white line, but the finish line of my destiny is you!

My heart isn’t a stadium—why do you keep barging in, Truong Xuan?!

Truong Xuan—my oppa, your smile saves the world and warms the place where you’ll make babies with me!

Unmatched visuals, one eyelid, total heart annihilation mode.

Hoang Kim—your godspeed strides are making me emotionally unstable level 999+!

Got the idol, that's a done deal, no need to ask!

Hoang Kim, Truong Xuan, oppas! Don’t just sign our shirts—sign our marriage certificates too!

It’s the first time I’ve seen someone sprint into a stadium and straight into the source of my existence like that, oppppaaaa!

Screenshotting every frame of Truong Xuan’s smile to make memes, avatars, and stickers:

National husband

Single-lidded eyes Oppa

The smile that annihilates fandoms

Oppa Truong shooting hearts

Despite mental preparation and a detailed plan in place, the security team still can't reach the athlete delegation. Fangirls lose their minds—screaming, shoving, and surrounding the bus while shouting their idols’ names. They hold up banners and fire off heart gestures like cannon blasts, pushing against barricades, to storm the restricted zone while shouting through megaphones:

- Darling, I volunteer to be your shoes, so every step you run takes you into my heart.

- TRUONG XUAN!!! SMILE ONE MORE TIME AND I’LL DIE HERE!!

- I volunteer to be your hotel—please step into me!

- The spring wind blew Truong Xuan into my heart—soft as breath, yet strong as fate!

- I don’t need a medal—I just need your single-lidded smile!

Hoang Kim and his teammates step off the bus as TV reporters rush to congratulate the national athletes on their outstanding achievements. Camera lenses and video cameras whip around frantically, firing like machine guns. The entire area erupts into fangirl shrieks and thunderous cheers, as if heaven itself is roaring.
 
Women—the wives of the world—shout each athlete’s name as if calling their husbands home for dinner. They hold up their phones with trembling hands, chanting slogans more synchronized than those of a global sports cheer squad.
 
- Hoang Kim! Truong Xuan!
 
- I Love You!

Quicker than usual, the cameras and photographers swing around to capture the most delicious prey. Hoang Kim smiles, graciously responding to the 'warm affection' coming from all directions. He pauses now and then to take selfies with fans, never turning down a single autograph request.
 
The girl, eager for an autograph on her shirt, shyly says:

- Hoang Kim! Truong Xuan! Please sign my shirt—right here on my bust!

She pretends to be shy while subtly pushing her well-endowed bust towards them, clearly aiming for a signature on her cleavage. Hoang Kim and Truong Xuan are already used to such awkward situations; they stifle a chuckle and lightly sweep their pens a few times across the shirt. The girl takes the pen back from her idol, her eyes gleaming with infatuation.
 
Meanwhile, others who have missed their chance to take a picture with the national crush look on in longing, standing on tiptoe as they try to catch a glimpse of him—still stranded outside, surrounded by a sea of fans, unable to even make it to the hotel entrance.
 
Some teammates bury their jealousy deep inside, while his close-knit circle of friends casually sling their arms around him, laughing and cracking jokes.
 
Among them is a guy with jagged bangs and a crew cut, a muscular build, big ears, a long face, and high cheekbones. Whenever his thin lips curl into a mischievous grin, the dark circles around his eyes light up with playful glints.
 
- You’ve taken all the fame. Why should I stick with this thankless job? I’m quitting tomorrow and going back to the countryside to chase chickens for my wife!
 
Fangirls are already used to this kind of teammate-roasting banter. Since that legendary tournament year, each member has won a gold medal, and the athletes have become national heroes—not just in the sports world, but in the hearts of genuine fans across the country.
 
Fangirls worship the national idols, with none more divine than Hoang Kim, who has shattered every existing record with his one-of-a-kind achievements.
 
The media has hailed Hoang Kim as a living saint, die-hard fans have praised him as a national hero, and fangirls have worshipped and adored him as their global crush, dreaming of becoming the chosen daughter-in-law of the prestigious Hoang family.  

To his rivals, Hoang Kim has been a god. To the media, a golden-egg-laying chicken. To the nation, the perfect son-in-law. The heat that warms the "hearts" of fangirls still doesn't burn as intensely as the heat ignited by another star athlete—one with short, spiky hair styled in an undercut, a square face, and bold sideburns running down to his chin, paired with a complexion so flawless it mocks the sun itself. Every girl dreams of that sun-proof skin.
 
Jealous of skin that defies the weather, fangirls mesmerized by masculine beauty, enchanted by a radiant smile.
 
Every time he signs an autograph for a fan, his single eyelid vanishes with that heart-melting smile.
 
He can't rack up countless victories like his teammates, but he always crosses the finish line first in the hearts of fangirls whose ovaries are the quickest to drop.
 
For dreamy fanatics who imagine him running straight into their 'hearts,' athletic achievements are merely the dessert. The true main course—the one that sends boy-crazy fans into a frenzy—is his smile, which melts fangirls' hearts and outshines the sun at the center of the stadium.
 
His affectionate and tender gaze captivates hearts every second, igniting an unrelenting surge of "ovulatory emotions" 24/7.
 
He is Truong Xuan—not the fastest on the track team, but a legendary heartthrob, the most handsome and funniest of them all.
 
- You don't know, Tom 'Farm'? You’re always running outside year-round—your wife’s probably got someone else chasing the chickens for her by now! What a heartbreaking reality for the national track team captain!
 
Their captain, real name Tom Pham, hasn't been just a top-tier athlete. He has also been the biggest livestock and seafood tycoon in the western provinces. Because of his unique background, his teammates love to mess with him—twisting his surname Pham into “Farm.”
 
Tom winces, frowning in mock agony:
 
- That’s harsh, bro. Don’t you feel bad for me at all?
 
Truong Xuan smiles with his trademark eye-squint, voice full of cheeky bitterness:
 
- Stupid question, of course not!  

The mischievous brotherhood erupts in hearty laughter. They are the most skilled athletes, and the thickness of their facial skin rivals the countless glorious victories on the international stage. No one worries that the media will 'cook up' this joke into a foul-smelling hotpot.

The media goes crazy, 'jerking off,' writing, analyzing, and exaggerating, turning the joke—an association of brothers with different surnames—into a sensational trending topic that is even hotter than Hoang Kim breaking records. The lavish feast still isn't enough to satisfy the vultures. The omnivorous swarm, like a horde of zombies, scrambles to devour the scene of fangirls shrieking with laughter, each one swooning over the athletes—calling them funny, adorable, talented, and as handsome as movie stars.

Whenever fangirls praise the handsome guys' appearance, the team’s achievements and records are overshadowed by the shining light of the handsome Hoang Kim and the heartthrob Truong Xuan. With every step they take, fangirls scream, calling out 'husband, husband,' as if they are choosing their prince at a global husband selection ceremony.

Camera flashes flicker wildly as the media scrambles to capture the moment when fangirls, like seductive spider-succubi, weave their webs tightly around the two top-tier prey. The feverish, man-crazy clan screams Hoang Kim's name, cooing, 'My dearest husband, I've been waiting for you since morning. Meanwhile, they go wild over the 'world sports god' Truong Xuan’s flawless side profile. The handsome athletes haven't even smiled yet, but fangirls and the media have already reached the peak of their excitement simultaneously.

Truong Xuan glances at a sea of pink banners, LED lights, and sparkling slogans flashing like fireworks, fluttering above a crowd of people:

Oppa!! My husband number one!! National idol!!

Oppa Truong Xuan—The fastest god running straight into our hearts!!

The female student’s face is as red as a ripe gac fruit as she holds up a sparkling LED sign that reads, “Darling, come home with me.” Her hands tremble as if she is about to faint. Truong Xuan's lips part in a smile, his classic expression dancing in the hearts of the man-crazy crowd, freezing them in place.

In that moment, his eyes and lips curve into a mischievous smile—snarky when aimed at his older teammate, yet irresistibly sweet when facing the fangirls. The girls in the ovulation kingdom instantly feel bombarded with emotions—their hearts race faster than in a 100-meter sprint.

Their faces flush with excitement as they hold their phones, snapping pictures of each sweet smile and recording every gentle gaze, as if cherishing a hundred ovulations happening all at once.

Despite final exams looming, the female college students don't care at all. They aren't the least bit worried about slipping on banana peels from lack of study—what truly terrifies them is missing the prey they’d been drooling over for ages.

The 'boy-hunting squad,' craving bananas, shows up in exaggerated makeup and their sexiest outfits, flaunting proud cleavage and sizzling curves. Together, they roll out a banner even bigger than a traditional wedding sign:

My mom gave birth to me just so I could admire this smile!

Oh my god, so cute I’m lost, Oppa woo woo~

A high school fangirl trembles uncontrollably as she raises a photo of her idol smiling with his eyes nearly closed:

If you keep smiling, I’ll really ovulate… please don’t smile anymore.

I don’t want high scores, I just want you to sign on my clothes… preferably the wedding dress!!!

In another corner of the bustling crowd, jostling for the best spots, fangirls cosplay as every adorable and eye-catching character imaginable, breaking barriers, clamoring to "have Truong Xuan's children," and vowing to remain single for life in devotion to Hoang Kim.

Each fan club wears custom red-and-yellow outfits that match the national team uniforms, headbands emblazoned with slogans like “Truong Xuan Team – Ovulation Club” and “Addicted to Hoang Kim – Devotion Society” as they rush forward together, screaming:

- Oppa’s smiling at me!

- No, he’s smiling at me!

Tom Pham shoves his hands in his pockets, glares down at his teammates from head to toe, and mutters just loud enough for the whole team to hear:

- The captain’s just background scenery now. The spotlight’s on these two brothers every time they make the world shake with laughter. Flashbulbs brighter than Lunar New Year. One grin, and the girls lose their minds. I kneel…

A scruffy, hippie-looking teammate roars with laughter:

- Fangirls remember every jersey number that guy Truong Xuan has ever worn more than their parents' birthdays.

Tom scoffs:

- Who cares about achievements? Whether he sprints to the finish line fast or slow doesn't matter; as long as he runs into the fans' hearts, wherever he goes, girls shriek like idols just landed from the Land of Frost. I swear, if that provocative smile could be cloned, the male species of all humankind's handsome men would go extinct.

Everyone chuckles. Hoang Kim teases:

- And you still think you’re the most handsome guy on the team?

- Well... I’m handsome in a real man’s way, while you two are handsome in a hormone-stimulating kind of way!

A slender teammate about as tall as the captain claps Tom on the shoulder:

- Face it, bro. These fangirls even know his shoe size by heart. Compared to him, you're shrimp.

Tom Pham shoots a sharp side-eye at the guy who mocks him, his expression dark and simmering—something along the lines of 'you better watch yourself':
 
- Normally, he's like a wilted radish, but one smile turns him into a thousand-year-old ginseng, radiating charm that sends fangirls into collective ovulation frenzy.
 
Fangirls keep screaming non-stop, pledging their devotion to the “motherland” — but only fools fail to see that, to those boy-crazy creatures who'd still ovulate in their next life, the “motherland” is just hot men in red, blazing like the sun.
 
The vultures scatter and swoop in, surrounding their prey, incessantly pecking at it without any sign of boredom. A heavily made-up female host points the microphone at Tom Pham, her tone passionate and excited, like a bloodthirsty news hound:
 
"Captain, how do you feel when all the media attention and fangirl love goes to Hoang Kim and Truong Xuan?"
 
Tom doesn't need to think for more than 1.5 seconds. Hands in his pockets, he smirks and replies:
 
- I’m used to it. I’m the captain. They’re national sweethearts. Smile—squint—BOOM straight to the girls’ hearts. These two aren’t athletes, they’re estrogen-triggering biological weapons. Let’s be real: medals are just the side dish. What the ladies really crave is that sugar-loaded smile—sweeter than boba tea with double toppings!
 
The reporter nods as she jots notes. A veteran cameraman can't help but exclaim:
 
“Absolutely spot on—no edits needed! I’ve filmed countless athletic events, but I’ve never seen fangirls go this nuts. It’s like the biggest idol in the Land of Frost just landed!”
 
Tom lets out a heavy sigh and drops a soul-piercing line:
 
-  I run five world-class laps… and he just smiles once—and boom, fireworks in the sky. I may be the captain in name, but he’s… a meteor from space. He doesn't win the track, but he wins the entire Kingdom of Ovulation.
 
The female reporter turns her head and sees Truong Xuan waving to the fans. The world explodes once more with deafening shrieks, as girls fight tooth and nail for the chance to call him husband. Some of the bolder ones even fantasize about dating both dreamboat at once. Chaos and feverish adoration are nothing new to her. Fans shout their idol's name, their voices completely drowning out all other sounds—whether faint whispers or deafening noise. Flags flutter in the air, colorful confetti explodes everywhere, and banners, phones, tablets, along with various high-tech devices, fill the entire view, completely covering the space.
 
Captain in Name: Tom
 
Captain in Victory: Hoang Kim
 
Captain of Hearts: Truong Xuan
 
Alliance: One smile cures monthly pain
 
Fan Club Name: 24/7 Ovulation Society
 
Still That Heart-Melting Smile™
 
A superstar with no medals—yet if he keeps smiling like that, the population of Prehistoric might just explode!
 
A fangirl wearing a headband that reads “Oppa Truong Xuan—I'll give birth, no wedding needed” dashes forward with an LED board, screaming:
 
- Oppa! Don’t run to the finish line, you must be tired! Run into my heart instead—it’s burning for you!   

Another girl with bubblegum-pink hair waves a glowing lightstick that says “Pregnant from Your Smile” and shrieks like she is on the verge of fainting:
 
- Oppaaaa! Don’t run into the hotel—run into my WOMB instead!!

Before the security guards can react, a fangirl in a high school uniform leaps over the barricade like a pro athlete, forming a heart with her hands as she races toward Truong Xuan:
 
- Oppa! I don’t need medals—I just want one smile a day… and a baby that looks like you!

The girl crashes into the security guard like a moth to a flame, tumbling to the ground. Trembling, she still manages to hold up her handwritten sign:
 
Your Smile = Electric Shock to My Heart ❤️
 
A fan cosplaying as a nurse holds up a sign high:
 
Your smile sent my blood pressure skyrocketing—Doctor Xuan, please heal me with your magic hands and take responsibility!
 
And a group of fangirls dressed as the Land of Frost cheerleaders raise glow batons and chant in perfect unison:

- Truong Xuan! Truong Xuan! The most handsome! The most handsome in the universe!

Truong Xuan walks through a storm of camera flashes, suppressing his smile. Yet the moment his lips lift even 0.3 centimeters, the entire street explodes with fangirls’ screams piercing the sound wave.
 
- He smiles again! OMG, he smiles again! His eyes are forming hearts again, sisters!!
 
A hotgirl livestreamer shrieks:
 
- SISTERS! HE LOOKS AT MEEEEE!!
 
One fan types furiously:
 
Girl, I see him glance at me yesterday too.
 
He’s got monolids, how do you know who he’s looking at?? But whatever—I choose to believe he looks at me!!
 
Global media reports:
 
“First time in history: An athlete without any medal has made tens of thousands of fangirls sob as if they’d just lost their wedding night with an idol.”
 
Starlit Sky News:
 
“Unprecedented. A prehistoric athlete without a medal causes widespread hysteria in Southern Sunlands, with fans wanting to have children instead of asking for autographs.”
 
Dragon The East:
 
“Smile that launched a thousand ovulations.”
 
Dispatch the Land of Frost:
 
“Is Truong Xuan the Kai of Prehistoric?”

Hot trend: #OppaPrehistoric #TruongXuanIsMyHusband hits No.1 in searches.

EVENT STATS

12 fangirls faint from being trampled while zooming in on his smile.

47 cases of voice loss from screaming “Run into me!!”

3 security guards dislocate their shoulders trying to block fence-jumping fans.

1 MC gets shoved onto the street... for blocking fan view.
 
A girl sobs holding his photo:
 
- My sister says that as long as he smiles once, girls will get pregnant. I need to take three pregnancy tests now!
 
A tabloid headline screams:
 
“No notable achievements. All spotlight comes from his looks. How long can this fleeting fame last?”
 
Top Comments:
 
SHUT UP! Being hot is a talent, okay??
 
Who needs medals when he already WINS THE GOLD MEDAL OF MY HEART!!
 
He doesn't win the race, but he conquers love race!!
 
Are you jealous because your parents didn't give birth to you with a smile like Oppa Xuan's? You dirty fame-seeking journalist causing wars!

Shield Truong Xuan’s smile from jealous haters — he’s the National Boyfriend sprinting straight from the track into my heart... and my bed.
 
The anti-fans are sitting there crying because he's so handsome that they can't even hate him. Meanwhile, everyone else is causing chaos in the chatbox:
 
Why is this guy allowed to be so hot, funny, and charming?!  

See? I tell you before, but you guys don't believe me. Those antis — mouths full of insults, hands furiously typing sarcasm and mockery — I know all along they are the biggest boy-crazy ones, the ones who secretly ogle our darling the most.
 
My mom scolds me, saying, ‘You’re a girl, you should focus on studying instead of flirting shamelessly, following idols everywhere all day!’ She even tells me to take down Truong Xuan's poster. But I scream back, ‘Mom, you don’t understand true love!'  

After exposing mom, the fangirl immediately posts a picture of Truong Xuan in jeans and a tank top, showing off his ripped six-pack and an international-level physique. His arms, adorned with mysterious tattoos, add to his elegant and charismatic aura. No one in the group can stay calm anymore—comments explode, and screams fill the chat:
 
We just exposed my mom, now it’s time to expose Truong Xuan!
 
Oh my goodness, Mom! This level of boldness has surpassed the red alert threshold!
 
Who needs fireworks when the fangirls are out here launching long-range missiles on their own?
 
Oppa Truong Xuan... stop undressing, it’s exhausting... run into my arms... I’ll undress you in one second.
 
I don’t need to study anymore, I just need Truong Xuan!
 
This six-pack is the ultimate truth, and these tattooed arms are destiny!
 
Major websites and news outlets, seizing the heat, almost simultaneously start live broadcasts. The cameras zoom in on an elderly woman across the street, trembling as she waits for the traffic light to change.
 
Hoang Kim and Truong Xuan cut through the crowd, rushing toward the elderly woman. Like a scene from a slow-motion movie, every step seems to invade the hearts of thousands of devoted fangirls.

Truong Xuan is slower than his older brother, and he's also blocked by two beautiful young fangirls who stumble due to the jostling crowd and fall right in front of him. Instinctively, Truong Xuan reaches out with his left hand to support the petite, gentle high school girl, while his right hand gently wraps around the waist of the curvy, seductive, and graceful college girl. Their fiery bodies radiate scorching heat in his embrace. A brief moment of silence, then an explosive burst of extreme excitement… witnessing… the romantic hero rescuing the damsel in distress. Truong Xuan softly asks:
 
- Are you both okay?
 
His deep and warm voice, combined with his soul-piercing gaze, immediately captivates the fans’ hearts. The high school girl’s cheeks turn red, shyly avoiding his gaze, while the college girl gazes at him with longing, her eyes like water. Truong Xuan senses that both of them are floating on cloud nine. He is sure that if he doesn't end this situation soon, these two girls will remain lost in their racing hearts... leading to a frenzy—jealous fans screaming nonstop, filming, snapping pictures, capturing every moment that is even more romantic than a drama scene.

So, he cleverly and gently releases his hold. He smiles gently and says:
 
- Next time, be careful. If you two get hurt, I’d feel guilty and lose sleep over it!
 
This line, imbued with the charm of a male lead straight out of a romance novel, is like igniting a bomb ready to explode with fanatic energy. Reporters, bodyguards, and passersby cover their ears, yet the deafening screams still leave them dazed as the crowd goes wild over the sweet idol.
 
Truong Xuan squints as he observes the schoolgirl Tuyet Le. She seems like she wants to say something but hesitates, shy under the envious stares of the crowd, who scrutinize her every move. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, avoiding their gaze. Truong Xuan discreetly glances at the silver bracelet on her graceful wrist.
 
The handsome man has always been measured and careful with his words and actions, never displaying any behavior that could be misinterpreted as affection toward his fans. Now, he remains as calm as ever.
 
The handsome guy's gaze sweeps over the beautiful and shrewd female university student, who without hesitation gives him a smile, her posture coy and demure, like a young girl just coming of age. Truong Xuan presses his lips together slightly, realizing that she is feigning embarrassment to hide the fact that she knows he is not unfamiliar with the schoolgirl.
 
The schoolgirl freezes for a moment, sensing that he has just barely suppressed a smile. Her intuition tells her that Duong Quang—the college student who tutors her—and Truong Xuan know each other. Naturally, the two of them have to pretend not to know each other to avoid any unnecessary trouble.
 
But…
 
The schoolgirl feels a strange sensation. She can't explain why she feels this way about two people she knows well and is close to... yet she has always firmly believed that these two don't know each other at all. Now, the people she cherishes and trusts are playing the role of enthusiastic fans, interacting with the idol to cover up their secrets in front of the media.
 
Her chaotic, yet bewildered thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the deafening cheers. Around the schoolgirl, the enthusiastic fans remain completely oblivious to the strange behavior and unusual expressions of the three, still going wild over the idol’s mesmerizing smile.
 
- Please, Oppa Truong Xuan, bless me so I can get into college, improve my skin, get a nice body, and find a husband just like you!

- Praying to meet a prince-like oppa who smiles while catching me—just like a real-life hero saving a fangirl from falling!

- Please, Truong Xuan, give me your sunny smile to light up my heart, so I can finally say goodbye to sunscreen!
 
- I want to have the strength of Stormbringer of Spring himself—Truong Xuan, so I can chase idols without studying and always get the answers right!

- My husband helps an old lady cross the road—proud to the max!

- Oh my God, my idol deserves our worship!
 
- Truong Xuan oppa, I’m willing to stay single my whole life waiting for you.

- Even if you get married, I’ll still wait for you forever.
 
- Like brother, like brother. The younger brother steadies the fans, the older brother helps the elderly—both brothers are the legendary ‘perfect children’ everyone wishes for.  

This last line successfully draws everyone's attention to Hoang Kim. The fangirls' screams shatter the sky once again, and the scene erupts in excitement once more.

Truong Xuan sighs in relief, grateful that Lady Luck is on his side—everything is going smoothly. A gentle smile plays at the corner of his lips as he watches his brother carefully help the elderly lady up. Hoang Kim speaks softly:
 
- Grandma, let me help you cross the street.

The old lady squints her eyes, shielding herself from the flashing lights:
 
- You’re the handsome guy from TV, right? What’s your name? It’s Truong Xuan, isn’t it?
 
Hoang Kim smiles gently, and fans compare that smile to a "lethal weapon"—its danger level no less than a weapon of mass destruction named Truong Xuan:
 
- No, I’m Hoang Kim. The one with his eyes squinting into slits is my younger brother.  

The elderly lady slaps her forehead:
 
- Oh right! Hoang Kim, Truong Xuan, Huy Hung, and Sam?
 
Hoang Kim asks in surprise:
 
- Grandma, you know all three of my younger brothers too?
 
The old lady sighs:
 
- My granddaughters daydream every day about becoming their idol’s mother’s daughter-in-law. Every time you and your brothers appear on TV, they scream like crazy. I swear, I remember your names better than I remember my own descendants’.   

The crowd around them bursts into laughter when they hear the grandma asking for autographs on behalf of her granddaughters. Not only does Hoang Kim happily oblige, he also takes a photo with the old lady and posts it on his social media. The picture immediately sets off a media storm—shares, likes, hearts, angry reacts, and comments pour into his profile like a tidal wave.
 
The grandma asks:
 
- And where are the other three?

Hoang Kim helps the elderly lady up the curbside step.
 
- Huy Hung and Sam couldn't make it due to personal matters. Truong Xuan’s over there.

The old lady nods and teases:
 
- Oh thank goodness. If those two showed up too, the streets would go into full chaos.
 
Hoang Kim can't help but laugh at her jab:
 
- Handsome, kind, talented, and virtuous—you and your brothers attract a lot of women, kid! If I were younger, I’d be ovulating over you all too.
 
The crowd roars with laughter. The girls lift their chins proudly, as if to say, “See? Even the elderly adore our male god—let alone young maidens in their prime."
 
Fangirls proudly declare that they admire heroes who possess not just looks and talent, but also moral integrity. Countless girls are moved to tears, knowing they are idolizing someone truly worthy of respect.
 
Thousands of beautiful mouths open at full volume to scream:
 
- You help Grandma cross the street—now help me weather the storms of life!

- Not only can he run fast, he can help Grandma faster than a superhero!

- How talented and kind-hearted must one be to deserve the title of national hero!

Social media erupts. Female reporters and a flock of vultures swoop in like a storm, pecking at the old lady in a ruthless frenzy—showing no mercy to youth, no compassion for the elderly, and even draining the milk from pregnant and nursing women.
 
“Oh my, Grandma! Hello there.”
 
The old lady frowns and asks: “Whose child is this, so polite?”. The reporters beam, rushing in to interview her:
 
“Granny, what do you think of Hoang Kim and Truong Xuan?”
 
“Are you thinking of picking a grandson-in-law?”

“Who would you prefer for your grandson-in-law? The dreamboat Hoang Kim or the heartthrob Truong Xuan?”

Hoang Kim suppresses a smile as he listens to the old lady respond in her effortlessly chill style:
 
- A grandson-in-law? If one of them is as handsome as my husband was when he was young—or if both of them could be my grandsons-in-law—that’d be interesting!
 
The flock of parasitic vultures, feeding off other people’s lives, instantly grabs the chance to extend their shameless fame-mooching act without missing a beat.
 
“Oh? Was your husband a heartthrob too when he was young?”
 
“Can you tell us what he used to do? How did you two meet and fall in love?”
 
The female reporter deliberately raises the volume of her microphone:
 
“Dear viewers, today Hoang Kim personally helps this lovely grandmother across the street like his own kin. We’re about to hear a deeply touching story that will move every heart listening.”

Truong Xuan, Hoang Kim, and the whole team chuckle as the cunning woman corners the elderly lady into a ‘heart-to-heart’ situation.

A few rude men smirk with disdain, scoffing at those who dodge studies in their youth, grow up, and become journalists. The old lady chuckles, glances at Hoang Kim, then subtly shifts her meaningful gaze toward Truong Xuan:

- Hehe, are you guys waiting for me to say something like this: 'Oh my, my husband was even more handsome than your generation when he was young. In the village, he pursued girls, and all of them were infatuated with him. Even girls from other villages came wanting to ovulate, giving birth before marriage, or even directly without marriage—it was fine. They were crazy about him!' If I really say that, you’d definitely shout like mad: 'So ovulation is actually a traditional inheritance from our ancestors, everyone!

The reporters double over with laughter, and the fangirls giggle uncontrollably. The entire track team gives a thumbs-up in approval of the trendy, irresistibly charming old lady. 

The old lady delivers another blow:
 
- See? When I say something, I’m never wrong! What I say is as true as a divine prophecy! You little brats—still smelling like milk, not even grown yet—do eggs think they’re smarter than ducks? I birth this whole damn game! Your parents? I give birth to them too! When I was ovulating for my man, you weren't even lining up to reincarnate yet! Your parents were still just eggs inside my ovaries!  

Everywhere shakes with roaring laughter, utterly captivated by her demeanor—though she is old, her spirit remains youthful, forever at the peak of her first springtime, ovulating for handsome men. The crowd erupts into applause, crowning the old lady as ‘The First Ovulation Master in History.’ The fangirls shriek with laughter, scrambling  to call out:
 
- You are so cute, grandma.
 
- Ugh, why couldn’t you be my real grandma?!
 
- Grandma, will you be my god-granny? Pretty please!
 
- If I can’t marry my idol, then I’ll definitely become your granddaughter-in-law instead!
 
- You're the original ovulation queen, grandma! You're just way too adorable!

The granny instantly snaps back:
 
- Screw you and your ancestors down to the eighteenth generation! Treating me like some kind of damn comedy skit? You hormone-crazed little harlots, have you no shame?!

The crowd laughs even harder, a tidal wave of laughter crashing through the air. But the old lady knows when to call it quits—too many words and she’d risk becoming a public joke. A wise woman like her doesn't waste the track team’s time. Gripping her cane tightly, she raises a hand to cover her mouth and gives a dainty cough:
 
– Tsk. Standing too long makes my legs sore. Help Granny finish the last stretch, will you, boy?
 
Hoang Kim silently thanks her and gently supports her with the utmost care, every move filled with heartfelt respect. And then comes the legendary shot: the moment he holds the old lady’s arm, caught perfectly in profile, his radiant smile lit up by a burst of camera flash. The photo spreads at light speed.
 
Top headline of the day:
 
Helping Grandma Cross the Street: National Hero Wins More Hearts, Steals the Spotlight Back from the Narrow-Eyed.
 
Saving a fangirl from falling—this time, the romantic rogue of the track team refuses to be outshone and snatches the spotlight from his beloved older brother.
 
That same day, the perfect finale comes from a hater who instantly switches sides:
 
I hate the two brothers for being too handsome. But after the younger one cleverly saves the beauty and the older one enthusiastically helps the elderly lady cross the street, I hate myself even more—for not loving them sooner.

Having completed the mission of helping the old lady, Hoang Kim eagerly enters the hotel with his teammates. Ahead of them are the girls who have once been rumored to be Truong Xuan’s exes—though in truth, those are just ridiculous internet rumors, or more likely, fake stories these girls shamelessly spread themselves to leech off the national heartthrob’s fame. There are also the media queens, the gossip-thirsty showbiz crowd, and the gorgeous livestreaming actresses. All of them step aside to clear a path for Hoang Kim and Truong Xuan—the squinty-eyed oppa national idol whose mere presence keeps fangirls’ ovaries vibrating 24/7.
 
As the whole team steps into the grand hall, the atmosphere erupts. The show's MC makes a booming announcement:
 
- Welcome back, national track and field team, to the pride of our nation!
 
The actresses gush in admiration. The lineup of pop stars and livestream beauties seize the moment, eagerly pointing their phones at the track and field team:
 
- Hey guys, I’m heading in to hunt the nation’s husband today—straight into the eye of the storm. Wish me luck! 

- Oh my god, do you see that? Truong Xuan just looks at me!

Truong Xuan’s gaze sweeps lightly across, and a chorus of livestreams erupts simultaneously:
 
- HE LOOKS AT ME!!!
 
In a secluded corner of the hotel, actresses who have once been rumored to date Truong Xuan are beaming, basking in the media’s help to shamelessly ride his fame. Their makeup is a whole galaxy beyond their real looks, and their dresses have plunging necklines deeper than anything they’d ever dared wear before—some look like they are cut all the way to the navel.

Girls with nothing but long legs blurt out in confusion:
 
- Huh, I thought the magazine invited me for a fashion cover shoot today? Why is he here too?
 
-  I think I am the spotlight... turns out I am just a nightlight.
 
A top 10 supermodel whispers bitterly:
 
- I remember how I deliberately hyped up my ex-boyfriend as Truong Xuan oppa. But now, with girls swarming around him so tightly, getting a photo with him is even harder than actually becoming his girlfriend!
 
She smacks her lips with a hint of chagrin, tiptoeing as she glances at the queen of tabloid gossip—renowned for her skill in twisting scandals—with her glossy crimson lipstick gleaming and a microphone in hand.

- Just one minute, Truong Xuan! Let’s talk about last year’s rumor. Are you still keeping that birthday gift from a certain someone? And how do you respond to the haters who say you’re only famous for your looks, and have zero actual talent?
 
Truong Xuan gives a slight smile. Cameras go berserk. Flashes light up the room, capturing the tabloid queen’s stunned expression—mouth agape, staring blankly into those mesmerizing squinty eyes. Her hand trembles, and before she realizes it, the microphone slips from her fingers and clatters to the floor. This month’s magazine headline changes:
 
New Perspective: When Good Looks Become a Weapon of Mass Destruction
 
The 'Fastest Ovary-Stimulating Athlete' trophy is about to sell out.
 
Jealous anti-fans and enthusiastic counter-anti-fan groups still share photos of Truong Xuan's smile daily.
 
Variety shows beg the national heartthrob to appear, just to have him sit there and smile. Too bad our pretty boy says no.
 
This smiley-eyed boy is the only man whose fans need protection… from him.
 
Earlier, when Truong Xuan was still outside the hotel, fans surged like ocean waves—waving banners, screaming, and even livestreaming themselves crying… all because he smiled. A radiant smile—not blinding, but heart-melting, breathtaking, and utterly lethal.
 
Legislation should urgently be enacted to ban smiling more than three times a minute—to prevent internet meltdowns and mass hormonal overloads among young people.
 
Traffic laws should prohibit Truong Xuan from smiling—every time he flashes that grin, it might cause actual car accidents.
 
The girls scream like they are on fire:
 
- One smile from him and all the scandals disappear, sis!
 
- He hasn’t even said a word but my heart’s already pounding!

- The nation’s husband is here—my heart rate just spikes!
 
- That’s my man! Step aside, girls, I’m going to greet my husband!

An anti-fan group called 'That sleazy, fake, fox-eyed bastard,' yet pinned at the top of the group is a photo of Truong Xuan smiling at a flawless 45-degree angle.
 
Latest group announcement:
 
I joined this group to hate him… so why do I keep saving his pics?
 
Anonymous comment:
 
Maybe we’ve been brainwashed by his smile…
 
LOL… Who can resist the charm of the smiling-eyed heartthrob?
 
LOL… His smile alone could cause nationwide ovary outages...
 
LOL… That smile should come with a public health warning.
 
LOL… One smirk and even traffic lights forget to turn red.

The event organizers are caught between laughter and tears:

- The honor ceremony hasn't even officially begun, and the crazy fans have already given out the 'Male God of Female Hormone Disruption' award!

The team captain mutters under his breath:
 
- Are we here to celebrate the team… or to crown a national idol?
 
The curly-haired guy pats the captain’s shoulder:
 
- One more smile from him, and even our leading man Hoang Kim becomes a side character.  

Always teasing each other, when the time comes for the honor ceremony, the entire team carefully adjusts their uniforms and sits down at the banquet table.
 
JK, the Head of the Ceremony Organizing Committee, along with celebrities and influential figures, warmly congratulates each athlete. Hoang Kim is the last to receive their praises. He can barely remember how many compliments he receives.
 
The once-glorious divas and the actresses who skyrocketed to fame from minor roles ten years ago—now, they all flock like flies drawn to honey. Desperate to cling to Hoang Kim and his fox-eyed younger brother, they scramble for just a sliver of the two idols' lingering glow.
 
Some pretend to trip and fall, nearly landing in Hoang Kim’s arms. Others, long past their prime, have been reduced to scraping by as MCs, clawing back every cent to make up for their reckless glory days—when money was tossed around like confetti in a storm. Silently, they hustle day by day, hoarding fame and fortune, dreaming of reviving their golden era… and of becoming the life partner of Eternal Spring.
 
They shoved microphones right into Truong Xuan's face, hoping that even a single second in the frame would achieve their goal of attracting all sorts of publications, from tabloids to mainstream, from street gossip rags to posh office journals.
 
Their name would once again stir up chaos in the virtual world, but it's better to have a minute of glory and then fade away than to flicker faintly for a hundred years. What's more, those butterflies always dream vainly that heaven helps those who are determined. As long as they persevere and cling on tighter than hungry leeches, the bloodsuckers will leap over the dragon's gate, and night moths will transform into phoenixes.

Others subtly adjust their skirts and collars, striking their best poses whenever the cameras turn to the two male idols, capturing their interactions, photos, and autograph sessions with guests.
 
A pragmatic woman, having accepted the cruel reality that there are no longer any chances left for her, can only lament—her gaze locked onto the nation's two bananas, yearning for that lethal smile to knock on the door of her heart.
 
"If only my parents hadn’t had me so early! If Dad and Mom had delayed their sexual pleasure for just ten more years, their daughter would’ve had the chance… to marry the nation’s husband!"   

Meanwhile, several showbiz beauties flirt openly, throwing seductive glances without shame:
 
- I've only ever seen you on screen before, but today I realize that TV only captures one of your handsome angles!

One woman, wearing a red dress that can't be shorter, sways coyly, her round, plump thigh on full display. She smiles as she speaks:

- I've heard that being a sportsman's girlfriend isn't easy because of the long-distance love. But for me, waiting is happiness!

The girls playfully feed Hoang Kim a bunch of spring rolls, hoping he’d take the bait. The main character of the honor ceremony jokes with his teammates.
 
- My Athletics girlfriend is beautiful but not jealous. How lucky—I don’t have to spend all night trying to calm her down!

The entire hall erupts in laughter. The brazen-faced girls chatter and laugh with their prey. JK waits for the laughter and chatter to subside, then approaches to shake Hoang Kim's hand:

- It's going to be fun tonight, enjoy slowly, national hero!

JK says a few hidden words and then goes on stage, which is filled with flower lights. The person in charge adjusts the microphone on his ear, and he begins by honoring the athletes:
 
-  Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, athletes. I am JK, the head of the honor ceremony organizers, and on behalf of the people of the country, I would like to express my congratulations and sincere gratitude to the heroes who brought glory to our country. They fought with tenacity, sweat, and blood. Thank you! We admire and are proud of our athletes!
 
Everyone applauds JK. The responsible person smiles and invites each athlete:
 
- Yes, athletes, please share your thoughts with the audience across the country!

The athletes take turns speaking. After a few, it is Hoang Kim's turn. He greets the audience and takes the microphone from JK's hand:
 
- First of all, I would like to greet everyone here and those watching on television. I am Hoang Kim, a national track and field athlete. We are honored to be part of this ceremony, and we sincerely thank you for your love for track and field and for sports in general in our country. Your encouragement, inspiration, and support are the greatest motivation for all athletes to strive for excellence and bring glory to the nation!
 
Hoang Kim proudly turns to his teammates:
 
- Without my teammates standing shoulder to shoulder with me, and without the love of the fans, neither I nor anyone else could have won. This is an achievement we all share!

Applause resonates throughout the hall. Hoang Kim bows to the TV cameras, expressing his gratitude to viewers across the country. He then steps aside and gives the stage back to JK. The person in charge smiles and announces:
 
- We’ve prepared a small party to commemorate this victory. The celebration officially begins. Enjoy, everyone!

The hotel staff turns off all the lights, replacing them with rows of lanterns that light up the ceiling of the lobby. A team of musicians begins playing the national anthem. Everyone, including the athletes, places their hands over their hearts and sings along with the music.
 
After the opening ceremony concludes, the instrumentalists begin playing a soft, classical tune. The guests stand up to dance, and most of the beauties eagerly choose athletes as their partners. Unsurprisingly, Hoang Kim receives the most invitations. He smiles politely and declines:

- Sorry, to be honest... I don’t really know how to dance!

The showbiz girls try to salvage their hopes with the line:
 
- I will teach you!  

Truong Xuan catches sight of Hoang Kim’s subtle refusal. His older brother is always wary of getting entangled with the parasitic showbiz crowd—scandals would swarm him even more fiercely than obsessive fangirls. Who knows what tricks those women might pull while dancing? Not to mention the vultures constantly circling, waiting to feast... like dogs eyeing a bone. He deliberately raises his voice and says:
 
- Ah, so many beauties inviting to dance—it's hard to choose! Picking one would surely disappoint the others. The problem is, my brother is a god on the racetrack, but when it comes to the stage, he's all clumsy hands and awkward feet. He's been grinding nonstop, training his muscles, endurance, and speed—practically full-time, 24/7—like a wandering martial artist in seclusion, perfecting his techniques. He barely has time for anything else.
 
The entire track team chuckles as the fox-eyed guy, a smooth talker with a silver tongue, spins his words as smoothly as melted caramel, effortlessly luring in showbiz girls and reporters. They gather around, hanging on his every word, mesmerized more than by any seasoned orator. The charmer with words clicks his tongue and sighs:
 
- We just went through a grueling tournament, and our stamina hasn't fully recovered. After flying around with layovers in multiple countries for dozens of hours, we finally returned home—completely exhausted. Instead of dancing in such a drained and unenthusiastic state, it’d be more fun to chat and play sports trivia games with us!
 
Hoang Kim secretly smiles at his younger brother’s quick wit. Truong Xuan knows for sure that the girls will stop at nothing; once they fail to hunt down a man, they will never give up.
 
If Hoang Kim and his team continue to let these parasitic freeloaders, from their 'lower mouths' to feed their upper mouth, keep causing trouble, it will be a nightmare.
 
Worse still, if they are completely rejected, the entire track team might become prime raw material for the reporters in the tent, who could freely add flavor to the story and cook up a foul-smelling hotpot.
 
Accepting a dance invitation is far more dangerous. One careless slip-up with these spider-like goblins, falling victim to their love potions and bewitchments, and these she-devils will drag their prey into the Spiderweb Cave.

The next day, global social media will be flooded with posts—images of Hoang Kim, Truong Xuan, or any of the brothers lying naked on the bed, the sheets soaked, and the white mattress stained with fake virgin blood.
 
Meanwhile, the flashy sluts from the entertainment industry will be sitting in the corner, covering their faces, crying and sobbing, saying, “He took my purity!” From that point on, the lives of these national heroes will officially be over, falling straight into an endless abyss.  

If a national hero’s reputation ever falls into that filthy “lower-mouth abyss,” it will bring shame upon eighteen generations of male gods brothers.

Truong Xuan immediately makes a move to attract attention, and sure enough, half of the girls surrounding Hoang Kim, along with most of the reporters, media, and TV stations, shift their focus and swarm around Truong Xuan. The remaining girls stop asking Hoang Kim to dance but still aren't ready to give up on the most tempting prey.
 
JK signals the waitress to come and rescue Hoang Kim. Obeying her master’s order, she carries a tray with an open bottle of wine, walks past Hoang Kim, and pretends to drop it—spilling wine all over him.
 
- What are you doing?
 
- Apologize to him, quickly!
 
The waitress, flustered, pulls out a towel and starts wiping the wine off Hoang Kim.
 
- Sorry! I’ll take care of your laundry and compensate you with a new outfit!
 
Hoang Kim waves his hand, signaling her not to worry, then exits the hall. The showbiz girls, frustrated at losing their prey, frown as they watch his silhouette disappear down the hallway.
 
Hoang Kim steps into the bathroom to clean the wine stain off the national flag on his sports uniform. He doesn't notice the smoke drifting in from under the door. After inhaling it, he suddenly feels dizzy—but quickly returns to normal. When he steps out, he sees Anh Dao waiting with a man. She bows her head and says:
 
- Sir, this man’s daughter is one of your fans. She’s battling terminal cancer… and her greatest wish is to meet her idol.
 
The man wipes away his tears and lets out a heavy sigh:

- Honestly, I don't want to bother you, but my daughter can't take it anymore. I've rented a waiting room since the afternoon. Please, meet her!

He hands his phone to Hoang Kim. On the screen is a video of a father silently weeping by his daughter’s hospital bed. JK had once helped arrange a similar meeting between Hoang Kim and a terminally ill fan. Remembering that moment, Hoang Kim nods and agrees to fulfill the little girl’s wish. But there are too many people crowding around the hotel entrance. Hoang Kim frowns in concern—until Anh Dao speaks up:
 
- The hotel basement has a passage leading into the city. I will call someone to prepare the car.
 
She hands him the suit and a face mask. Hoang Kim steps into the bathroom to change, puts on the face mask, and follows the two down to the basement. The blonde girl gestures toward the black car parked near the elevator, and everyone quickly gets into the car.
 
Hoang Kim calls his teammates and his mother, asking them to mislead the media and cover up his secret departure. Anh Dao glances at him through the rearview mirror but keeps driving out of the tunnel.

Chapter 3
 
Threaten
 
Hoang Kim's eyes are hazy, his head is spinning, what he sees as one splits into two; the surrounding scenery blurs and sways with his stumbling steps. The biting winter wind pierces through him, and snow blankets the white sky, yet his body is gradually heating up, burning from the inside out.
 
An unusual heat courses through his body, spreading like electricity, igniting his senses. His mind becomes unstable. The scent of perfume from the person beside him hits his nose—its fragrance only intensifies his arousal.
 
Hoang Kim, dazed, lifts his gaze to the blonde girl supporting him. Their bodies are pressed close, and her cheeks flush with embarrassment. He recognizes her—it is Anh Dao. Yet confusion grips him. How did he end up here, lost in the depths of a dark, dense forest? He distinctly remembers falling asleep while visiting a dying little girl, stricken with late-stage cancer. And yet, inexplicably, he finds himself here.
 
At this moment, the fan's father and Anh Dao lead him toward a luxurious mansion. At the entrance, two guards step forward, taking over and escorting Hoang Kim inside. Their footsteps tap sharply against the marble floor, the rhythmic clacks echo throughout the grand villa.
 
They guide Hoang Kim all the way down to the basement. After opening the door, they shove him inside and quickly lock it from the outside. Hoang Kim lunges forward, pounding on the door repeatedly, shouting loudly:
 
- What are you doing? Open the door this instant!
 
In response to him are the girls' astonished exclamations. Hoang Kim pats his head, trying to shake off the dizziness. He sees three girls on the mattress.

The first is a young married woman, wearing a tight-fitting crimson dress that clings to her voluptuous curves. Her plunging neckline reveals a fertile beauty that seems to be burning with the volcano.
 
The ambiguity ends. Strength gradually returns. Yet the strange heat does not subside—it only provokes insanity, consumed by the fire of lust.
 
His burning gaze shifts from the seductive figure to the two girls who cling closely to the married woman.
 
The girl on the right wears a sheer camisole that reveals her fair, rosy skin—her body radiating the freshness of youth in full bloom. Her ultra-short pink shorts cling tightly to her forbidden zone, leaving her slender thighs fully exposed. She sweeps her eyes—sharper than blades—straight at the lecherous intruder.
 
She is so strong, while the girl on the left is incredibly shy. That timid girl is visibly repulsed by the man's sweaty, glistening face, and his gaze—brimming with desire—utterly terrifies her. Her cheeks were flushed, awkwardly covering the undulating paradise, subtly hidden within the sheer black lace-embroidered silk dress.
 
With her right hand, she bashfully pulls her dress down. Tragically, it does little to conceal her 'source peach creek.' No matter how hard she tries to cover up, that heavenly garden remains faintly visible, peeking through the bottom slit of her sexy lace cut-out thong panties—adorned with delicate butterfly wing embroidery, as if ready to flutter and take flight at any moment.
 
The pink lights on both sides of the wall adjust themselves, sometimes dimming as if about to go out, other times casting shimmering hues that dance over sensual bodies. Flickering under the seductive ambiance, everyone appears uniquely beautiful, flawless in their own way, igniting a deep desire within him. Unable to escape, Hoang Kim fears losing control. He searches himself thoroughly, only to find his phone has been stolen. Furious, Hoang Kim pounds on the door with a loud, resounding thud.
 
- What do you ultimately want?
 
JK answers the question with a hoarse laugh. People turn to the screen installed above the door. The media magnate takes off his serious mask, revealing his smug, triumphant face:
 
- Stop screaming unnecessarily, stay healthy, and enjoy this spring night with the the three beauties. This priceless gift is a reward for the national hero's reputation!

Hoang Kim can hardly believe that a man of high moral character, always dignified, speaking grandly of righteousness and morality, is engaged in such a deceitful game. Hoang Kim doesn't understand why the old man has trapped him. His sword-like brows furrow, as if piercing deeply into his angular, muscle-defined face. His rage burns fiercely:

- Who ordered you to harm us?

There is no enmity between Hoang Kim and JK; they simply have an ordinary social relationship. However, countless people want to destroy the hero's career and shatter his life. Among the jealous crowd is a group of young masters and noblemen who pursue famous beauties.
 
Sadly, these vain girls merely flirt with him, expressing what they call "feelings." In the past, men admired beauty, and women were drawn to talent. Today, while men continue to admire beauty, women seem increasingly captivated by wealth over talent.
 
Sometimes, power and wealth just can't keep up with fame. Beauties desire to hold the title of 'girlfriend of the God of Wind's son' so the world can marvel and be envious. Meanwhile, those young playboys and the spoiled young masters hide under the enormous shadow of their parents, acting like foxes borrowing the tiger's might, to harm Hoang Kim — just like all the other illicit dealings their families actively engage in.
 
To heavyweight athletic opponents, Hoang Kim is like an irritating thorn. If they eliminate him, the path to fame becomes wider and smoother—not to mention the billions of dollars in bets: the national hero loses his career because of women.
 
JK is a media tycoon who holds wealth, fame, and power. However, this old man is not the highest authority. Perhaps someone even more powerful than JK is the one who has orchestrated this despicable scheme. JK scoffs at Hoang Kim's conspiracy theory:
 
- Tsk. Got it. So miserable—always forced to say it. Just enjoy it. This is a foursome, and you're still wasting your energy? I'm afraid you won’t reach the pinnacle, let alone bring the beauties to fairyland.
 
JK pulls out a cigar, and Anh Dao takes out a lighter to light it. The old man takes a deep drag, exhales the smoke, and his gaze falls on Hoang Kim, who helplessly scratches his head.
 
- You're lucky—but you refuse to enjoy it? Is that what you want, national hero's reputation? Well, I've already bestowed you the 'the Emperor's three beauties in one night' aphrodisiac. Even a holy emperor or a cruel tyrant would indulge until their pupils dilate. Once absorbed into your bloodstream, the mysterious aphrodisiac will bestow you the strength of three healthy men, your energy will surge, and you'll orgasm again and again—driving those beauties wild all night long!
 
JK taps the ashtray and takes a long, hissing drag:
 
- You've shown no response. But this aphrodisiac will eventually force you to unleash your deepest desires on women. Resist it, and the fire of lust will burn your internal organs—you'll bleed from every orifice and die a miserable death. Tsk. What a waste of time. You've got ten minutes.  

He turns to the three trembling girls:
 
- Thanh Ngoc—what are you and your daughter waiting for? Turn him on!
 
The mother and daughter make up their minds. They take a shower to clean themselves, put on erotic clothes at JK's request, and then wait for an hour. No one can imagine that JK has forced them to become intimate with the star Hoang Kim.
 
Surprise turns into horror as Hoang Kim appears as a demon; his dark skin turns purple and red, and sticky sweat covers his face, spreading all over his body, with his clothes clinging to his wet skin. The girls are most afraid of his bloodshot red eyes, streaked with an extreme thirst for lust.
 
Hoang Kim is more shocked than anyone else; it is unbelievable that four people are forced to go to bed together for no reason. Not to mention, he can't imagine that JK forces him to spend the night together with the mother and her two daughters.
 
Hoang Kim is tortured by a mysterious aphrodisiac whose medicinal properties stimulate a man's instincts, and whenever he avoids looking, he is instantly compelled to fix his gaze on the mysterious places on the bodies of the beauties.
 
Several times, the demon tries to swoop down to tear the three princesses apart. Hoang Kim squeezes his hands so tightly that they bleed, desperately trying to keep his legs from moving.
 
The six-part demon shape, the three-part beast, and only one part of a human scare the victims' souls into extreme terror.
 
The Lan sisters shiver and hug their mother tightly, unable to relax for even half a second. Suong does not dare to raise her head but buries her face in her mother's lap. Lan shrinks and trembles repeatedly, hiding behind her mother, embracing her mother and younger sister with tightly clenched arms, as if afraid of losing her loved ones forever.

Deep down, Ngoc worries that the 'devil' will torture the mother and two daughters to death. Their bodies and souls are buried in foul slime. Lucky to escape death, the mother and her two daughters suffer from an inferiority complex and phobia for a lifetime. Fearing that losing her daughter would be worse than being eaten by the devil, the mother tries to keep the tears from welling up in the corners of her eyes to reassure her daughter.
 
Hoang Kim's rationality is overwhelmed by his carnal desire, yet he still recognizes that fear has suffocated the psyche of the mother and two daughters. JK's threats aim to terrify all three girls. The old man's schemes primarily target Hoang Kim — and if the national hero were to take his own life, JK might spare Ngoc and her daughters. They are just ordinary women; even if they bring charges against JK, no one will believe them.
 
Hoang Kim is concerned about strangers, yet he never forgets his mother. He sacrifices his life to free innocent people, leaving his mother to bear a lifetime of sorrow as the cost of his actions. If he indulges in sinful deeds, JK will use explicit films to let the world witness this night of pleasure. The earth will be filled with depraved images, and Hoang Kim, along with the three girls, will be buried in the quagmire of shame. Day by day, his mother endures ridicule from the world.

The prospect of hell forces him to make up his mind. Hoang Kim bites his lip until it bleeds, wanting to use pain to prevent the beast within him from escaping its cage. The hero lunges, slamming his head violently against the wall. He thinks he's going to die, but unexpectedly collapses onto the floor.
 
Hoang Kim feels a little dizzy, yet there is no scratch. He stares intensely at the faux stone wall made of plastic. The door is made of faux wood, and the floor is plastic. This room is designed for four people to prevent suicide. Hoang Kim screams in anger as he hears JK burst into wild laughter:
 
- It's true that you can't live if you want to, and you can't die if you want to. It is real! Hahaha…
 
Hoang Kim sacrifices himself so that the mother and her daughters may live with their dignity intact. He sacrifices mainly for his mother. The mother and two daughters dedicate themselves to saving their daughter and sister. Sharing the same fate, they understand each other's pain. He worries about strangers to some extent, but he does not care about himself.
 
The victim no longer sees him as a demon. The guiltless ones mourn, deeply moved by the kindness of those willing to die for them. The mother and daughters secretly glance at Hoang Kim; though fear has not completely faded, their emotions have become more stable.
 
Under JK's disdainful gaze, the girls look at Hoang Kim with infatuation, as if the mother and her two daughters are all his lovers. JK waits for a long time; his victim does not fulfill the contract yet still cares about 'love and affection.' The old man curses angrily:

- These prostitutes, do you want a group of men to gang-rape you to stop those flirtatious glances? Thanh Ngoc, quickly ignite desire in him!

Ngoc feared the monster Hoang Kim, hesitating to be intimate with a man in front of her daughters. Unfortunately, she had to do it, to save her youngest daughter's life and repay the family's debts. Overwhelmed with grief, she was deeply ashamed before her two daughters. Shyness and fear, like shackles, tightly bound her in profound guilt toward her husband.

The marital relationship had long been broken, emotions had withered, yet the sense of obligation remained profound. This was not just the bond between husband and wife, but also the bond to family, and the bond of human morality.

Out of obligation, the family endures a loveless life. Even with a broken marriage, the parents stay together for their children.

Faced with the fear of losing their children and sister, the mother and her two daughters had no choice but to approach a stranger. The mother and her daughters would forever be unable to face their loved ones.

Hoang Kim is equally helpless. He rages against the adversity that pushes four innocent people into this karma, refusing to endure the humiliation; everyone will die. This sin destroys the body, tortures the soul, and will forever become a nightmare.
 
Ironically, if the secret is revealed, the world will only know half the truth. Everyone will condemn and bury it, without understanding—and without even wanting to understand—how the four have sacrificed themselves for their family and how their attempt to protect one another is ultimately swallowed by darkness.
 
Hoang Kim's eyes burn as he glares at the screen.
 
- JK, what do you mean by gang rape?
 
JK didn't respond; instead, the old man left the difficult matters to Ngoc. She revealed everything:

- Anyone who opposes JK is immediately ordered by him to be humiliated to death!

Ngoc gently moved her daughter's hand away, but the Lan sisters refused to let go. The two girls screamed in panic, choking back their tears of grievance:
 
- No, Mother, don't go!
 
Hoang Kim said indignantly:
 
- JK, you're not human...
 
JK scratched his ear and clicked his tongue:
 
- Tsk, just talking nonsense. Where are the people? Come in!

Ten bodyguards burst into the room. Hoang Kim and Thanh Ngoc panicked and shouted in unison:

- Wait a moment!
 
JK slammed the table and roared:

- Donkeys like to be heavy, huh? You dare provoke me and stall for time? No one's leaving until I'm satisfied!

He sneered at the blazing fury in all four of them:

- You'll do exactly as I say!

The victims glared at JK angrily; if the fire of hatred could penetrate the screen and burn the mastermind, their fiery gazes would reduce the old man to ashes. No more curses were worthy of such despicable people. Ngoc moved her daughter's hand away again. The Lan sisters hugged their mother, trembling. Their mother gently exhorted them and mentioned Luu Ly.

- We must endure this humiliation… for Luu Ly's sake. My children, treat this as a nightmare—nothing more.

Chapter 4
 
A night of anguished ecstasy

The two girls are horrified by this repulsive sight, but it is nothing compared to the agony of losing their younger sister and the tragic fate their mother and two daughters have to endure. Lan closes her tear-soaked eyelids and leaves her mother's embrace. Suong endures humiliation, lets go, and surrenders to fate. Ngoc strokes her daughter's hair, lifts her head high, and steps toward the tall man, who gazes at her with eyes brighter than the stars, filled with desire.
 
He senses the breath, which is as fragrant as a flower's. The alluring scent on Ngoc's body mingles with the passionate fragrance of her shower gel, creating a fatal charm that clings to his rapid, lust-hungry breaths at his lips. Ngoc kisses Hoang Kim's lips, gently entwining with his dry, parched tongue.
 
Hoang Kim is a top-tier athlete, possessing a powerful physique and a testosterone level far beyond that of an average man. For various reasons, he hasn't touched a single beautiful woman in the past two years. Now, under the effect of a potent aphrodisiac, even the lightest brush against his lips shatters his restraint.
 
The national hero can no longer suppress his lust. He embraces Ngoc, responding with a fierce kiss. Their lips cling firmly, refusing to part, while their tongues intertwine and do not release. Every vein in Hoang Kim's body surges with wild energy.
 
He gently slides down the tight-fitting crimson dress that is about to slip off Ngoc's body. Her black underwear guards the forbidden zone, the sacred line where her flawless figure mesmerizes Hoang Kim's burning red eyes.
 
The mother stands bare before the man. A flush of shame creeps across her daughter's cheeks. Lan and Suong, overcome with panic, shut their eyes tight.
 
JK barked:
 
- Open your eyes! Right now!
 
Ngoc jolts, bitter tears streaking her face, flushed with shame. Though she cannot see her daughters, the sting of humiliation tells her: they are sharing her agony, silently cursing the enemy in her stead.
 
JK shouts again, more forcefully. Lan and Suong, sobbing quietly, crack their tear-drenched eyes open. The disgrace engraves burning shame across their flushed young faces.
 
Ngoc wants to stop but dares not resist, her jade-like hand trembling as it touches the ugly thing in the man's pants.
 
The aphrodisiac has taken control of him. He clings tightly to the fiery mountain, unwilling to let go. His lips part slightly, igniting a blaze of desire that triggers the eruption of a second volcano. With his left hand, he slides slowly—starting at the mountain's base, moving down the scorching path, brushing past fragile barriers, and finally exploring deep into the dense forest.

Ngoc is now in her thirties, still full of life. Illness had tormented Luu Ly. Her husband had become disheartened, had fallen into alcoholism, and had abandoned everything. Whether sober or drunk, he never took care of his wife.

For the past three years, although living in the same house and sharing the same bed, her husband had forsaken her. Worrying for her youngest daughter, the fire of desire within her had long died out. But now, the fire of lust burns again in the breath of a man nearly a decade her junior.
 
- Hoang Kim, eat seafood!
 
The command echoes at the same time as the dry, rattling sound of fingers tapping on the table. Ngoc and Hoang Kim are flustered. Their hearts pound rapidly, faster than JK's table-tapping. The Lan sisters cannot comprehend JK's words, and the innocent girls watch the two hesitate, pausing their intimate interaction. Both Hoang Kim and Ngoc are uneasy, deliberately avoiding each other's awkward gazes.
 
JK issues a warning. The victims are forced to continue the intimate scene. Ngoc leans against the wall, shyly closes her eyes, and reluctantly takes off her panties. Hoang Kim, not wanting her to be humiliated, decides to block JK's gloating gaze as he stares at her while she undresses.
 
- I can't let him insult you!
 
He whispers softly in her ear, and Ngoc immediately understands that he's asking for permission to help her remove her underwear. This means he chooses to accept all of JK's mockery of him as a hypocrite:
 
- Haha, at first, he wants to commit suicide to avoid harming innocent people, but now he's actively helping a girl take off her underwear, let him eat scallop. The national hero reveals his true face. Hahaha...

The bodyguards laugh maliciously, sycophantically echoing their master:

- Every man dies for a woman.

- Especially this fake hero guy, he is the most despicable and shameless.

- All the talk of benevolence and morality has been stuffed under a woman's crotch. Haha...  

JK shrugs and says the last sentence:  

- Those who are always opening their mouths to speak philosophy live just like...

Their bodies and spirits humiliated, yet they dare not resist. The Lan sisters see their birthplace exposed before men, becoming bewildered by Hoang Kim's intentions, and feeling indignation on their mother's behalf. The sisters regard Hoang Kim as a pervert.

Their bodies and minds are humiliated, yet they dare not protest. The Lan sisters see the place of their birth exposed before the men, feeling shame and anger. The panicked girls cannot comprehend Hoang Kim's intentions. The sisters express their mother's anger, believing Hoang Kim to be a pervert.

The man who is considered a pervert swallows each wave of lust down his throat, hotter than fire; his fiery eyes seem desperate to escape several times. To his torment, the gentle labyrinth exudes a fragrant scent, as if mocking the souls lost within it. The scent of rose shower gel quietly masks the naturally pungent and intense smell of the forbidden zone. The enchanting aroma intertwines and dances with the woman's sweat, leaving Hoang Kim completely intoxicated by the overwhelming blend of scents.

A deep pink hue stains her already flushed cheeks. Afraid of her daughters seeing her in such a shameful state, Ngoc quietly hides the tears streaming down her cheeks. She trembles intermittently; her legs quiver slightly, pressed tightly together, while her hand instinctively reaches down to shield the forbidden place. JK sneers, his dry, thin fingers tapping on the tabletop, a familiar threatening sound, forcing her to release her hands, part her legs, and open the gate to paradise.

The sisters do not expect that the perverted guy puts his despicable mouth in a private area. The dark red color dyes their faces, and the dirty tongue invades the Garden of Eden, shocking the girls.

Ngoc struggles to endure this "ordeal," yet her feminine instincts betray her again and again. Each time the "invader" penetrates, squirms through, and searches every hidden corner, her entire body jolts as if struck by lightning. JK forces Hoang Kim to twist his tongue repeatedly, teasing the sensitive spots in the forbidden zone. The relentless contraction of each nerve makes her unable to suppress the soft moans escaping her lips. Panicking, Ngoc presses her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the shameful sounds. Yet every moan echoes like thunder, shaking the hearts of her daughters.

The Lan sisters can't believe that a dignified mother is so aroused in such a humiliating situation. The girls resent Hoang Kim and JK, resting their faces on the pillows and trying to cover their ears, but the mastermind cannot be deceived. The tapping on the table echoes again, even colder than a demonic voice, suffocating the air. JK makes the daughters watch and listen to the arousing sounds from their mother.

Ngoc panics and tries to resist, but her strong will eventually gives in to her body's instincts. Hoang Kim is immersed in lust, but he can still sense the thoughts of mother and daughter. The hero wants to end this dirty game quickly, but JK keeps stopping him. The old man forces him to riot in the Garden of Eden.

The cool spring water in the imperial garden mingles with a rich, feminine scent, stirring Hoang Kim's soul. The Emperor's three beauties in one night trigger the effect of the mysterious aphrodisiac, heightening the excitement.

Lan trembles with fear and hugs her sister tightly, seeking a fragile sense of security.

Hearing her mother's words about enduring humiliation to save their loved ones, Suong prepares herself mentally, calmly encouraging her older sister.

Anh Dao doesn’t want to defile her eyes, so she turns away. JK notices the blonde girl's flushed face; her body trembles slightly, and her long legs press tightly together. The old man signals for all the bodyguards to leave the room, and once they are gone, he gives a faint smile.

- What's wrong? Is Anh Dao shy or feeling tempted?

Anh Dao quickly turns her gaze to the screen to conceal her embarrassment.

- What is father talking about?

Anh Dao lies without blinking, but inside, she is burning with desire. JK had once accidentally heard Anh Dao's moans in her room and thought she had brought a man home. He closed his eyes and pretended not to notice; everyone has desires — it's just a matter of whether they choose to release them or not.

The next time JK heard the familiar sound again, he curiously opened his eyes slightly to see which guy had caught his daughter's attention. He was stunned to see Anh Dao masturbating on the bed.

On the outside, the old man's daughter is cold toward men, as if she has put up an invisible barrier, but her heart secretly brims with youthful desire. Anh Dao keeps encountering either lustful young men or old goats who crave tender grass. The man who can truly make her heart flutter has yet to be born.

- Hey, daughter, I may not be the one who gave birth to you, - JK says with a gentle smile - but I understand you better than your biological father!

Anh Dao clenches her hands tightly, her willow-shaped eyebrows behind her sunglasses furrowing into fiery anger at the corners of her eyes. She regains her composure as if she hadn't heard JK mention her biological father. JK smiles faintly at her and then orders Hoang Kim:

- Hoang Kim, eat your fill of seafood; let Ngoc clean the weapon with her mouth!

Hoang Kim hesitates to remove his pants and underwear. The purple and pink hues on the crimson moon seem to compete with each other. Ngoc's body stiffens, and she doesn't dare look at the rough black cannon with its barrel pointed skyward.

For the first time seeing the opposite 'sex,' a flush of shame completely fills the Lan sisters' faces. Ngoc freezes, unsure of what to do. Her daughter instantly senses her mother's impending humiliation. Ngoc awkwardly kneels down to perform an act she has never done for her husband, now shamefully holding a man's excess.

This was so normal for many other girls that it was almost taken for granted, but for her, it is especially unusual. Facing that "ugly thing," she feels like a shy virgin making intimate contact with a man for the first time.

Whether it is sooner or later, JK will force her daughter to act while he watches. Ngoc fears she might not perform well, and JK pressures her daughter to endure even greater suffering than she has. She has no idea what cruel tricks the old man has planned next.

Ngoc tenderly gazes at her daughters before burying herself in the mud. As their kind mother continuously endures torment, the Lan sisters' hearts are crushed. The two girls must witness so that the beast does not torment everyone.

Their lifeless eyes reflect the image of her mother, who brings her rosy peach mouth to glide lightly from the base up the barrel of the gun; the divine cannon moves under her clumsy operation. JK raises an eyebrow, watching her struggle with agony with the enemy's weapon.

- Is this woman really the mother of those three girls? Don't tell me you've never done this for your husband, huh?

JK pinpoints her flaw, causing Ngoc's face to turn pale. The old man clicks his tongue and then orders Tuyet Lan:

- You, get on the floor!

With just a simple command, Ngoc's inner anxiety is momentarily eased. She tries hard to wrap her tongue around that shameful object that keeps moving. Lan cowers, hugging her sister. Meanwhile, Suong calmly approaches Hoang Kim:

- I will take my sister's place. Please be patient with her.

Lan can't stand by and watch her sister suffer humiliation. She closes her eyes, trying to overcome her timid nature, and quickly steps past Suong. Anh Dao fears JK's rage, so she doesn't dare to plead, silently listening to him mock the Lan sisters:

- Hoho, the two sisters are eager to compete to put the fat into the cat's mouth, so let's have a foursome!

The sisters' gentle emotions comfort their mother. Ngoc temporarily removes the filthy object from her mouth and pleads with Hoang Kim:

- Lan and Suong are both innocent and pure maidens... Please be gentle with my daughters!

The mother worries about her daughters being treated roughly, and the Lan sisters are also uneasy and fearful. They softly say:

- I... I've never watched that type of film...

The numbness spreading from below stimulates Hoang Kim. His face flushes red as he frowns, caught between laughter and tears upon hearing the secret revealed by the mother and daughter. Because the virgin is so obedient and pure, the champion's challenge is to become the first man. Hoang Kim also must be cautious and gentle to minimize harm to someone else's daughter.

This was the toughest challenge Hoang Kim had ever faced. He sighs as he gazes at Suong. Hoang Kim, the national crush, gives her an admiring look for her personality and courage. His spirits soar with excitement, yet he respects Suong immensely, as if she is a queen in his heart.

From the past to the present, boys from different schools have been pursuing this strong girl. Now, that invisible attraction quietly comes to Hoang Kim's side, but what truly stirs his emotions is the dignity of the humiliated.

The situation is extremely dangerous. Her mother is being humiliated by JK beneath Hoang Kim's body. Suong fears that any carelessness might allow the demon JK to force her mother and sister into perverse acts.  

Worried that Suong might hesitate—and that she, along with the other victims, might be dragged into this dirty game—Hoang Kim proactively pulls her into his arms and gently kisses her cheek.

Fear envelops the Lan sisters. Lan lowers her head in confusion, while Suong struggles slightly. Hoang Kim gently reassures them, speaking words only the mother and daughters can hear:

- Ladies, if you still hesitate to get close to me, JK will become even angrier and punish you.

He softly holds Lan in his arms and kisses her hair.

- JK orders anyone, if he's not suspicious, I am willing to endure all humiliation on your behalf. I don't care if he makes fun of me.

When Hoang Kim's attempt at suicide fails, the mother and daughter are grateful to him. Once again, he sets aside his dignity, all to protect them from humiliation and the violation of their dignity. His sincerity touches their hearts. The Lan sisters gradually realize that the reason Hoang Kim tried to personally remove Ngoc's underwear earlier was to protect her. If he had allowed the mother to remove her own clothes, JK would have definitely seized the opportunity to humiliate her.

Ngoc's cheeks are tinged with a shy shade of pink. The mother, who has always cherished her daughter, now devotes part of her heart to this man as well. She rewards him by curling her tongue around the weapon, completely enveloping the cannon.

Although her bold action was not entirely meant for Hoang Kim, his body still burns with desire. He struggles to control the 'cannonball' on the verge of release, then turns toward Lan, noticing that she is secretly glancing at him.

The shy girl lowers her head bashfully, but afraid of JK's punishment, she lifts her gaze and realizes that he is captivated, gazing affectionately at her fragile, delicate figure—his look full of longing, a desire to become her lover.

Compared to her younger sister, Lan has always been pursued by more male students, most of whom desired conquest or fleshly pleasures. Lan has never accepted anyone. The shy maiden evades his longing, respectful, even worshipful gaze, as if she were a princess.

Hoang Kim gently kisses her forehead, then moves down to her shy, rosy cheeks. Lan, embarrassed, lowers her head, unable to meet his gaze. He patiently waits for her to calm down until she slowly lifts her head again, looking up at him.

Smiling, he slowly approaches and gently kisses her lips. This time, he does not kiss her as intensely as he did with Ngoc—it's a soft and tender kiss. The lingering scent of Ngoc's body still clings to Hoang Kim's lips, making it hard for Lan to breathe.

Lan, fearing JK's scrutiny, does not try to avoid him; she stands still, entrusting everything to him. Gently and with reverence for every tiny gesture, he caresses Lan to calm her down. Only then does he deeply kiss her indifferent lips, which smell like magnolia blossoms.

He isn't rough at all, never once rushes, and his hands aren't chaotic, only gently exploring the subtle contours. He gives a sweet, tender kiss, caressing her hair with affection. That tender, sweet gentleness, that warm, captivated gaze, makes it feel as if he's admiring his lover. She remains timid before his tender affection but is no longer afraid as she was at first.

Suong isn't moved by the deeply romantic image. JK forced the mother to endure humiliation under Hoang Kim's privates, the daughter cannot afford to be mentally shaken. She only silently appreciates Hoang Kim's kindness toward her sister.

The younger sister buries her head in Hoang Kim's chest, unwilling to witness the passionate kiss between him and her sister. The man's scent fills the air, making Suong wrinkle her nose in distaste. She despises the sound of JK's voice:

- Why the constant kissing and smelling? Aren't you bored, Hoang Kim? The weapon is full of tension, and the lips and tongue are so enjoyable; why let your hands be idle? You should quickly rub these beautiful women from top to bottom!

JK raises the corners of his mouth in a mocking smile and orders Lan and Suong:

- You two will eat tongue porridge with Hoang Kim!

They tremble, fear forcing them to distance themselves from him. He hugs them tightly, whispering a warning:

- Don't provoke JK!

The Lan sisters silently nestle against Hoang Kim's chest, entrusting everything to him. Hoang Kim pats their backs lightly, slightly parts his lips, and kisses their lips. Lan and Suong wipe away their tears, shyly responding to the kiss.

It is the first time they have been so intimate with a man. Although shy, their fear of JK outweighs everything, and they can only comply with the old man's arrangements. Hoang Kim is extremely reluctant but still must act. His left hand slips beneath the fragile hemline, as if the camisole were a fortress guarding the Frost Queen.

His right hand gently wanders across the snow-pearl petals, adorning the pink silhouette of Princess Tuyet Lan. With just a light touch, the virgin's body trembles, following the vibrations of the peach orchard.

Wherever he journeys with his lips and tongue, the maiden who has never held hands with a man immediately feels her whole body heat up. Hoang Kim's lips and tongue cling to Suong and Lan's lips. Lan and Suong are startled. Their bodies suddenly go numb, convulsing in the most mysterious places with each wave of pleasure. Not daring to recklessly enter the forbidden labyrinth, Hoang Kim lingers outside the holy land, gliding over the smooth grass. A blush-pink hue timidly strokes the two crimson moons.

The man's sweat lingers with the virgin's scent on her body, fragrant with perfume. One side is attached and reluctant to part, while the other wants to leave, but they end up entwined, triggering the release of aphrodisiac. The cannon grows in size, trembling violently, and suddenly fires.

Hoang Kim is lost in ecstasy, and Ngoc has no experience with such matters. The two of them cannot react in time, and even if they wanted to, they dare not. The entire mouth is covered with the liquid of countless cannonballs; the aroma of the palate is even more fragrant than flowers, but that fragrance is immediately buried in the intense smell. Ngoc coughs lightly, about to spit out the filthy mess onto the ground, but JK forces her to swallow it.

Hoang Kim feels embarrassed for Ngoc, looking at her apologetically; he is also disgusted by the filthy stain. The Lan sisters discover a white stain on their mother's lips, and then they see something similar on the gun barrel. They know what it is. Filled with resentment and anger, the two girls glare at Hoang Kim. Ngoc wipes the liquid from her mouth, waving her hand as if to say that their mother is fine, that this is nothing compared to the humiliation she has suffered from the beginning until now. JK claps his hands in praise:

- What an unyielding woman! Hoang Kim releases his desire; I wanted to see how "strong" this woman is!