From that day on, I had to bathe the “multi-faceted” young master every day. I don’t know how he felt, but I couldn’t say for sure how long I could endure it, with him always provocatively exposing his wet private parts in front of me. Some days he even deliberately wore white underwear to make everything inside even more obvious.
But since we were master and servant, he could tease me as much as he wanted without any problem. If I messed around, I might get summoned to the police station for a cup of tea, or even have my face printed on the front page for harassing the eldest son of the famous Japanese businessman.
This morning, Truong An wasn’t happy. While lying down to wash his hair, he wasn’t cheerful at all. His face was pensive, his eyebrows furrowed as if someone had used steel wire to tie them together. Curious, I asked, “What did I do to make you so upset?”
Trường An clicked his tongue: “Mr. Tô from the production company introduced me to a foreign magazine. The fee is more than ten times higher than the domestic ones. But they keep demanding something new and unusual, and I can’t think of anything.”
Ah, no wonder I’ve seen Trường An glued to that foreign-language magazine these past few days. I couldn’t understand anything because I don’t know a single word. But it was full of pictures of strong, muscular men with bright faces, captivating smiles, and wearing only tiny underwear.
That’s all there was to the magazine, yet even while showering, Trường An had to study it. After a while, he angrily folded it up and threw it onto the bathroom floor, his pensive expression showing no sign of easing.
Trường An grumbled, “Damn it, the photos are all of bodybuilders, and they still don’t like it. I don’t know what they want. What do they mean by ‘new,’ ‘new’? Are they going to make people with beer bellies pose for photos just to be unconventional?”
Seeing him like that made me a little worried, not because of his work, but because I was afraid he’d take his anger out on me.
An idea popped into my head, and I said, “Have you ever heard the story of the Stone Seed?”
Trường An replied, “I know those stories by heart. I could tell you.”
I said, “Tell me!”
Trường An rambled on, recounting, “Lord Trịnh ate only delicacies year-round, lacking nothing, yet he still didn’t find anything delicious. One day, Quỳnh was on duty, and the Lord asked Quỳnh to tell him if he knew of anything tasty. Quỳnh then suggested a dish of ‘stone sprouts’. But by the time the Lord was starving, the ‘stone sprouts’ weren’t ready yet, so Quỳnh offered him white rice and a jar of soy sauce, which the Lord devoured voraciously…”
At this point, Trường An suddenly sat up in the tub, turned to me, and asked, “You’ve thought of something, haven’t you?”
I answered truthfully, “I see that all the pictures are of models, and the settings are always bedrooms, beaches, swimming pools… maybe people get tired of seeing the same thing over and over. Why don’t you try choosing an ordinary person? Maybe they’ll like it more?”
Trường An sighed, “But ordinary people who don’t exercise look really unappealing.” I rolled my eyes: “That’s wrong! Do you think everyone lives in luxury like you? The guys in my hometown work hard all day, they don’t need to exercise, and they’re all pretty good!”
A glint flashed in Chang An’s eyes, and he snapped his fingers: “Good! Let me try! But wait… where would I find a country guy…”
Chang An glanced at me from head to toe, and I was visibly terrified: “No way! I don’t know anything. Just making me take these pictures is killing me!”
After a struggle, I was finally forced to be the guinea pig. Chang An said: “I just need you to take a demo for them. Once they approve, I’ll find someone to shoot the whole set. Help me out, and if you do well, I’ll double your salary.”
I hesitated at first, but hearing the words “double my salary” made the job seem easy. I just went along with it, even though I was a little shy, my figure wasn’t bad. Following my instructions, Truong An had a fake village setting prepared. The first time I stepped onto the set, I was startled because it was much larger than what Truong An had described. The props and scenery all looked so real. Although I didn’t want to praise him, I couldn’t deny Truong An’s talent; stepping into this place felt like stepping back into my childhood.
While I was still looking around, the photographer called out loudly, “Why are you standing there frozen? Change your clothes quickly so we can get on set!”
I was stunned, not knowing what to wear next. Just then, a woman approached me and gently said, “Go inside, I’ll change and do your makeup.”
The clothes I was wearing were probably just tiny underwear, like what I’d seen in the pictures. And having a woman change my clothes… I’d never even considered that.
I looked to Chang An for help, and perhaps he understood, so he came over to me and said to the woman, “You can go outside and rest today. This girl is a little shy since it’s her first time shooting, let me handle it.”
The woman nodded and went outside, while Chang An led me into the changing room to get ready. From the clothes rack, he took out a tiny pair of underwear and handed it to me to put on. I was about to pull the underwear down when I saw that Chang An hadn’t come out yet. I asked, “Why are you standing here?” “How am I supposed to change clothes?”
Truong An clicked his tongue: “Oh my god, I see this every day. We’re both guys, what’s there to be embarrassed about? Just turn your back to me! Hurry up, the photographer is rushing!”
I knew I couldn’t argue with Truong An, so I turned my face inward and slowly took off my clothes and put on my new underwear. As soon as the underwear reached my knees, Truong An exclaimed: “So firm and round, it must feel great to pat, huh?”
I blushed with embarrassment, but quickly put it back on. Even after putting on the new underwear, I didn’t dare turn around, because the area to cover the front was actually smaller than I imagined.
Truong An kept urging: “Turn around! Hurry up, we still have to put on makeup.”
I shook my head and asked: “Have you ever seen a country boy wear makeup?”
Truong An sighed: “It’s not like you’re plastering your face white like a theater troupe, man. Makeup for men is just to cover up imperfections.” “But your face is already all tanned, it seems like you don’t need much.”
I didn’t know if he was complimenting or criticizing me, I only knew he kept spinning me around like a top. My underwear was too small and my penis was too big, so the crotch was bulging out and looked incredibly obvious.
Truong An said, “Why is it already erect before we’ve even done anything?”
I shook my head, “No, it’s normal.”
He brazenly reached over and squeezed my penis, saying as if confirming, “Yeah, it’s not erect yet.” “But it doesn’t seem quite right…”
My penis was so big that the pants were bulging, resulting in my groin area being exposed, and the hair was sticking out like weeds. Anyway, I’m a country boy, I’ve never trimmed anything, and I didn’t see any benefit in trimming anyway.
I thought it looked really weird; people might vomit at first sight. But actually, no country boy would dress like that. I said to Truong An, “But this doesn’t look like a country boy at all…”
Truong An nodded, “Yeah, it looks more like those male models who sunbathe a bit more… But how do you dress back in the countryside?”
I ripped off the tight underwear, then put on my own underwear. It fit me better, and it conveniently covered the hair sticking out. I fumbled around on the clothes rack and saw a pair of white sweatpants, almost the same style I usually wear back in the countryside.
The pants fit me perfectly, even before I sat down. The outline of my underwear was visible through my pants.
Truong An glanced around and clicked his tongue: “Quite attractive, huh? I didn’t expect you to have such lewd thoughts!”
I was about to retort when the photographer outside knocked on the door and called out: “Are you ready, sir? Come out and take the picture before the sun comes out!”
Truong An hurriedly pushed me out. The early morning sun was shining down on the photo shoot area, looking not unlike the vegetable gardens back home. I carried a hoe and went around, digging the soil, tilling the ditches, planting trees, and catching fish, just like I used to do. After getting into the water, my white sweatpants clung even tighter to my skin. Before I could pull them off, the photographer quickly snapped pictures.
He shouted, though I didn’t understand anything: “So sexy, girl! Get in the water and then come back up for me!” “Just leave it as it is, don’t pull your pants down!”
So from then until the end of the photoshoot, my pants never dried, even though the sun was blazing. And when my pants weren’t wet, there were a few scenes he took that made me incredibly embarrassed, like when I was lying on my back in the vegetable patch and he brought the camera close to my pants to look inside.
Truong An wasn’t idle either; whenever he saw that my pose wasn’t good, he immediately corrected me: “Put your hand down, it’s covering your face… Lift your head up, that’s right… Turn your body to the left a little, beautiful, keep it like that… Smile, smile, why the long face?…”
After a whole day of hard work, the photoshoot finally ended. I’d probably be healthier mowing two acres of land than I was during a photoshoot like this. No wonder magazines like this always sell for high prices; nobody would want to shoot for low prices. I was exhausted.
Truong An and the photographer sat reviewing the photos; he was beaming, but the photographer looked a little pensive. The photographer said, “Your complexion and physique are great, no complaints, but your face is still a little stiff.”
Truong An clicked his tongue, “Oh, brother, it’s your first time getting this, what more could you ask for? It’s better than I imagined.”
Hearing that, I felt happy inside. Before, I was just doing odd jobs, never daring to think I could do anything else. Today, I didn’t have to do any manual labor and still got the job done. I was a little overwhelmed, hardly believing what I had just done.
I’m like this, and I can even be a model for photos!
Truong An said, “I’ll adjust the colors and send it to the magazine for review. If it’s good this time, I’ll ask for a higher price next time because our model rental rates are much cheaper than theirs.” “I see the situation as my design selling better in the overseas market, so if I don’t raise the price now, I’d be stupid.”
Suddenly, I felt a little admiration for Truong An. It turned out he wasn’t like those idle, unmotivated rich kids I usually saw. And somehow, he knew everything, from music and theater to poetry, film, dance… it seemed he knew everything.
These random thoughts ran through my head until Truong An patted my shoulder, bringing me back to reality: “You surprised me today. So… no, incredibly sexy!”
I followed him back to the car where Tai had been waiting, kicking him. I replied, “Okay, I heard it earlier. You were surprised I was more awkward than you thought, weren’t you?”
Truong An responded, “The photographer saw it as awkward, but I see it differently. That’s the naivety of new models. Professional models have that special quality too, but they’ll never be able to get it back. Professionalism has its advantages, but it doesn’t look genuine. Instead of seeing that cold, expressionless face, I prefer your genuine shyness, the way you tried to hide your emotions but couldn’t.”
I nudged his shoulder, “Don’t tease me! There won’t be a next time!”
Upon arriving home, as soon as we entered, Truong An instructed Aunt Bay, “Auntie, please boil some water for my bath!”
I then followed Aunt Bay inside, waited for the water to boil, and brought it up to Truong An’s room to bathe. Aunt Bay asked me, “Please take this tray of food to the master in the backyard. Just put it on the dining table under the crape myrtle tree.”
I noticed that the tray also contained egg fried rice, a simple dish I eat every day. I exclaimed, “Auntie, you’ve put it in the wrong place! Why is there egg fried rice in the food?”
Auntie replied, “It’s not wrong, dear. The master likes this dish. Bring it out quickly, or he’ll be waiting.”
I slowly carried the tray of food to the backyard, carefully making my way along the path surrounded by lush green grass. In the distance, I saw the Japanese manager sitting and reading under a crape myrtle tree. I’d only seen him twice since I started working here, but neither time had he seemed happy. He looked quiet, his eyes thoughtful as he gazed at the pages of his book, as if examining something.
Seeing me approach, he silently closed his book and set it aside, gently raising his teacup to his lips and taking a small sip. I greeted him, “I’ve brought lunch for the master. Auntie Bay is busy in the kitchen, so she asked me to bring it out for her.”
Mr. Nhat calmly replied, “Yes, just leave it on the table for me. I heard you were introduced here by Ngoc Nam to help An. What’s your name? How do you know Ngoc Nam?”
Ah, it turned out Mr. Nhat wasn’t as cold as I had imagined. A highly respected boss like him taking the time to inquire about an employee like me was truly rare.
I replied, “My name is Phuc. I used to work at Mr. Nam’s shop.”
Mr. Nhat raised his teacup again but didn’t drink immediately. He said, “I heard about what Thien did to you. Consider this my apology on his behalf.”
I frantically waved my hand, “Oh, I wouldn’t dare, sir. How could I possibly accept such a thing…”
Mr. Nhat smiled, “What’s there to be afraid of? A child’s mistakes are their own fault; if you’re wrong, you should apologize. There’s an old saying: ‘The emperor’s crimes are punished like commoners.’ You can’t think you’re right just because you’re rich and powerful.”
I had already admired Mr. Nhat for building his empire on his own, and hearing these words only increased my respect for him. Seeing me constantly looking down at the ground, he said, “When speaking to someone, you must hold your head high and look them directly in the eye. The ancients bowed before the king. Today, we bow before those we’ve wronged. You haven’t done anything wrong to me, so why do you keep looking down?”
I slowly raised my head, taking in the pensive man sitting right in front of me. Just as I was about to say something more, a woman’s voice came from behind: “Dad, Dad… Dad, save me, Dad…”
Sobbing and wailing, Ly, heavily pregnant, trudged towards us. On either side of her, Nha and Trang kept saying, “Auntie, slow down, Auntie… Be careful of the baby in your belly…”
As soon as Ly arrived, she started crying and wailing: “Dad… My hometown has been hit by a landslide, I don’t know if my parents are alive or dead, Dad. Please let me go home to visit them, Dad. I’ll go check on them and then come back right away.”
I stepped back, realizing I shouldn’t interfere in their private affairs, and quietly went inside the house. I only heard Mr. Nhut’s voice: “Take this check to Tai at the bank to get money to take care of your in-laws. If you need more, tell me.”
Ly was overjoyed to have the money in her hand; her earlier crying had completely disappeared. It’s not that I’m heartless, but for the past week, every two or three days, he’s been telling Mr. Nhat about trouble at home—sometimes it’s strong winds, sometimes it’s landslides… I really don’t know what crime his family committed to be such a “natural disaster magnet.”
Each time, Mr. Nhat gives him a lot of money. Nha told Aunt Bay that the money could buy a piece of land in the countryside. Why doesn’t he buy land and build a house in the city center for his parents to live in? Why leave his elderly parents living by the river, exposed to the wind and rain?
I know, and Mr. Nhat knows too, but because of the baby in my womb, he doesn’t want to argue much.
When I went back inside, the water in the pot had just boiled. I readily picked it up to prepare bathwater for Truong An. But when I entered the room, I saw he was fast asleep. I went into the bathroom to prepare the bathwater as usual, and when it was warm enough, I woke him up.
Truong An sat up, yawning repeatedly, and after a while, reluctantly took off his clothes to take a bath.
Entering the bathroom, Truong An said, “Take your clothes off.”
I glanced at him, “I’m not taking a shower, why should I take my clothes off?”
Truong An snapped, “Hurry up!”
II didn’t dare argue, I just quickly undressed, leaving only my underwear on. Chang An said again, “Take that off too!”
This time I didn’t comply. Even though we were master and servant, that didn’t mean he could brazenly force me to do that. But if I argued, I didn’t know what would happen; being kicked out of the house would be a shame…
I shouted, “You take it off first, then you can make me take it off!”
Chang An looked at me for a second, then without hesitation, pulled down his underwear. In that moment, I thought my soul had left my body. Chang An’s physique was even more beautiful than I could have imagined.
Chang An’s penis was very long, white and pink from base to tip. The entire shaft was full and straight, not as veiny as mine, but seemingly larger. His testicles weren’t flabby or sagging; they fit perfectly and were firm, clinging tightly to the base of his penis. Importantly, his pubic hair was gorgeous, not messy and unruly like my wild grass.
Chang An reminded me, “What are you looking at? Take it off!”
I felt like the world was about to collapse, because my little brother in my pants had already gotten hard. Taking it off now would be like exposing my penis to everyone, and “showing my back to everyone.”
Seeing me motionless, Chang An said, “You said it was so good earlier, didn’t you? Aren’t you going to take it off now?”
I defiantly retorted, “No. If you’re so good, then you take it off!”
If it were someone else, they would have hesitated, but Chang An was probably paralyzed in that regard. He grabbed the sides of my underwear, and with a single tug, my pants were down to my knees.
I blushed with embarrassment as my little brother below was not only hard but also dripping with fluid. Chang An chuckled triumphantly and said, “Big, beautiful, and very wet. If this were for an adult film, you’d be a real hit.”
I covered it with my hand to hide my embarrassment, and didn’t forget to ask, “So what do you want to do?”
Trường An held out a pair of scissors, sniping them a few times in front of me, saying half-seriously, half-jokingly, “I’m going to cut your dick, of course! You’re lying underneath and your dick is so huge, it’s disgusting!”
I retorted, “Who told you I was lying underneath?”
Trường An clicked his tongue, “Oh, I forgot, you were on top, bouncing down. Did you forget whose friend I am? Don’t ask who told you!”
Yes, I really did forget. Ngọc Nam must have told him everything.
Trường An brought the scissors closer to my penis, and I recoiled in fear. Trường An clicked his tongue, “If you wanted to cut it, you wouldn’t need to lift a finger!”
That’s true, a young master like him could just throw a handful of money and hire a gang to deal with me; why would he get his hands dirty?
Trường An guided the scissors into my pubic hair, trimming the thick “weeds” little by little. My penis was erect, forcing him to use one hand to hold it down to make room for the scissors. He held scissors in one hand and his penis in the other. I had to cover my face because it was as red as a boiled shrimp, but even so, his penis wouldn’t go down.
The slippery fluid on the tip of his penis kept dripping, and Trường An exclaimed in surprise, “This is the first time I’ve seen someone so wet! Do you like me holding you?”
I snorted, still not daring to remove my hand from my face: “I’m just like this. Who wants you to hold me anyway!”
After finishing trimming, Trường An stood up. Hearing my words, he gently squeezed my penis, stroking it up and down a few times with forceful movements. Not wanting to be outdone, I immediately grabbed his penis, which was already erect on the other side.
Wait… Trường An had already gotten hard…
At this moment, the head of his penis was slightly larger than the shaft. Its overall length was definitely greater than mine, but its width wasn’t small at all; it was even bigger than mine, because I handle penises every day, so I knew it well.
Realizing I was going a bit overboard, I immediately let go of his penis. Chang An stroked my dick a few more times, then said, “I wish I could be as curved as yours! It feels so good to hold!”
As he spoke, Chang An thrust his penis faster. I hadn’t masturbated for days, and at this rate, I’d probably cum in two minutes.
I gritted my teeth, “Stop! Don’t blame me if you don’t stop!”
Chang An whispered, “At this point, what’s there to stop? Do whatever you want!”
I felt like I was waking from a bizarre dream. But even so, I didn’t dare touch him again. After all, our positions were different; his teasing me was just for fun, but me touching him was like taking advantage of him.
I never imagined I’d see Chang An naked in front of me, his hands, which usually wrote articles and poems, now thrusting into me. That alone was enough to make me intensely aroused.
Adding to that, I hadn’t masturbated for several days, and after only five minutes of thrusting, I couldn’t take it anymore. I gently pulled his hand away, stammering haltingly: “You… stop… stop… I can… um… I can’t take it…”
Truong An calmly said: “If you can’t take it, then ejaculate. Nobody’s forcing you to hold back.”
I tensed my body to hold back from ejaculating too soon. Seeing this, Truong An used his other hand to forcefully squeeze the head of my penis. A wave of pleasure surged through my body, and I ejaculated like a dam breaking.
I pulled his hand away again: “Let go… It’s… it’s sticking to your hand…” Truong An didn’t seem to care much, even when my semen spurted onto his stomach and then flowed back down his hand, making it sticky. I trembled and slumped to the ground, unable to stand anymore. It was unbelievable. It was Chang An doing this for me again.
When I regained my breath, I shyly said, “Uh… Thank you. Wait a moment, I’ll go down and take a shower and then come back up to wash your hair.”
I was about to put my clothes back on and go out the door when Chang An frowned, “What are you doing now?”
I replied, “Just putting on my clothes to go downstairs and shower. Do you want me to go downstairs naked like this?”
Chang An said, “Are you complaining that there isn’t enough water in my room that you have to go downstairs?”
I was stunned for a moment, then Chang An nudged my shoulder, bringing me back to reality: “Get in the tub, quickly!”
I had only just escaped from my dream, and now my soul was lost in it again. Being caressed by him was already absurd enough, but showering with Chang An was even more unbelievable…
Lying in the tub, skin to skin, flesh to flesh with Chang An, my mind was filled with chaotic thoughts. Trường An washed my hair with the shampoo he uses every day. I was pretty sure it was a dream; maybe I was too tired today and carelessly fell asleep.
Suddenly, the alarm clock rang outside, probably waking me up. Trường An, his hands covered in soap, gently said, “Wait a minute!”
He washed his hands and went outside. I thought the dream was over.
But no, Trường An returned after talking on the phone for a while. For some reason, he was unusually cheerful, and even pinched my cheek when he came back to the bathroom.
Before I could ask, he said, “The magazine approved the model. They’ve ordered ten issues for the upcoming ones. If you know any country guys, introduce them to me. The requirements aren’t high, someone like you would be fine!”
I clicked my tongue: “Ah, so I’m not that tall, huh…”
Chang An gritted his teeth and smacked me on the head: “Not tall means you’re new to the profession, understand? Over there, they say the pictures look realistic, they really like it. This time it’s all thanks to you, tell me what you want and I’ll reward you.”
If I said I wanted to suck his dick right now, I don’t know how Chang An would react…
Either he’d agree, because he liked it too.
Or he’d reluctantly agree, because he’d promised to reward me.
I knew Chang An was definitely on “our side,” but that didn’t mean he liked doing that with just anyone.
I had to ask for a different reward: “Then let me have a day off.”
Chang An generously replied: “A day? I’ll give you three days!”
After showering, I quietly returned to my room, feeling a strange sense of regret. Chang An probably didn’t notice, as he was still happily arranging the photoshoot for ten pre-ordered magazines.
I’m not sure anymore, but I think I’m starting to fall for this multifaceted young master.