Mr. Tô held the microphone, his hands trembling, and replied in a low voice: “Ladies and gentlemen, I truly can’t believe my eyes. I’m still utterly shocked. I want to confirm that the video above is a manipulated and edited video, completely fabricated. Someone must have created it to tarnish my reputation and the honor of model Peter Nguyễn.”
After Mr. Tô finished speaking, Trường An asked Bình: “Mr. Peter Nguyễn, what are your thoughts after watching that video?”
Bình looked bewildered, clearly unprepared for this situation. He stammered, “Uh… I… I’m not the person in that video. Although it looks, looks like me… but, someone must have edited it, superimposed my face to make it look like me… It’s not me…”
Truong An concluded, “Ladies and gentlemen, in the past few days, Phuc Le and Ha Chau have suffered immeasurable emotional trauma. Those maliciously edited videos almost ended the careers and bright futures of Phuc Le, Ha Chau, and Peter Nguyen if I hadn’t discovered many similar videos appearing all over the internet. Therefore, I respectfully request that you journalists join hands to combat the manipulation of sensitive images of others to undermine their reputation, honor, and psychological terror.
I respectfully request that relevant departments and organizations join me in eliminating similar edited videos, so that our society becomes healthier, more civilized, and safer for everyone.
Finally, I would like to send…” A sincere apology to The Boys magazine and all the journalists present today for having to witness these horrific videos. I apologize to Mr. To and Mr. Peter Nguyen for not informing them beforehand that I borrowed Mr. Peter Nguyen’s images to have engineers create the videos as they are. However, I hope to prove the innocence not only of Phuc Le, Ha Chau, and Peter Nguyen, but also of all those who may be victims in the future.
Sincerely!”
The press conference ended, but everyone was still discussing the videos they had seen. Mrs. Marry didn’t leave immediately; she looked at Truong An and nodded, saying, “You truly never disappoint me. You handle crises very well. Congratulations to David Truong An studio, congratulations to Phuc Le, congratulations to Ha Chau!”
When everyone had left, Truong An, Ha Chau, and I slumped down onto the stage floor. Ha Chau sobbed, “Thank you, An! If you hadn’t saved me this time, I would have jumped into the river and committed suicide.”
I was moved and hugged Truong An, but I also had some questions: “Why did you say those videos were staged? Aren’t you afraid they’ll sue you? You could have said you found them online?”
Truong An calmly replied, “I had to say I staged them. That way, people would believe that your videos were also staged. If I said I found them online, the journalists would suspect that all three videos of the three of us were real. Then it would be too late to salvage anything; the three of us would end up dying together.”
I rested my head on his chest and whispered, “Only you are so wise!”
Truong An kissed my forehead and replied, “I’m your husband! That’s how I can take care of you!”
Ha Chau tapped her fingers on the floor, “I’m not dead yet, I’m still alive and well!”
All three of us burst out laughing, surprised that the situation could still be salvaged. Even if the real film were leaked later, others would think it was just a staged edit.
Truong An and I happily returned home, only to find Thien strolling outside, wearing shorts and watering his potted plants. Seeing me, he chuckled and said, “You won, didn’t you?”
I thanked him and asked, “But how did you get Ut Hoai’s phone? Don’t tell me you… you know… you know… with her?”
Thien protested, “What are you talking about? I’m handsome, not crazy. With girls like her, being gentle won’t work!”
I asked curiously, “So you beat her up?”
Thien shook his head, “No. I robbed her!”
My jaw dropped. Oh, I almost forgot that the guy in front of me was a former gangster who had once fought fiercely against me. I wondered, “But how did you know who Ut Hoai was? You’ve never even seen a picture of her!”
Thien clicked his tongue, “It was easy. I went into that bar, climbed up to the guy playing music, grabbed the microphone, and yelled, ‘A handsome guy just gave a 100% discount voucher to Ut Hoai’s table! Ut Hoai, whoever you are, please come to the bar to get your voucher!’ And as soon as she arrived, I grabbed her head and left.”
If I were to endorse Thien’s actions, it would sound strange, but this time, thanks to him, I escaped danger. I sincerely said, “Thank you.”
Thien waved his hand, “Thank you for what? Let’s call it even. Nobody owes anyone anything.”
I hugged Thien. I don’t know why, but my gratitude was so overwhelming that it was hard to express in words.
Thien was a little surprised but didn’t push me away. He put one arm around me and patted my back gently. Suddenly, a piercing scream came from behind me: “Hey, why are you hugging my wife?”
Thien threw the watering can aside, clasped his hands to his forehead, and pretended to kneel down. “Grandpa, I beg you. Your girlfriend hugged me, not me!”
Truong An grabbed my arm and dragged me inside: “You dared to hug her? You have to be punished today!”
Hearing I was about to be punished, I wasn’t scared at all. I was already ten times more excited before even reaching my room. As I passed the stairs, I saw Nha standing in a corner, looking over. Lately, he hasn’t dared to make any snide remarks about me when he sees the sparkling ring I proudly wear on my ring finger.
Inside the room, Truong An opened a closet, took something out, and threw it in front of me. He said, “Put this on, that’s your punishment.”
I took the outfit he threw out, and to my surprise, it was a maid’s uniform.
He made me take off all my clothes and put it on. It was a short-sleeved dress, with a skirt that barely reached my buttocks. There was also a necklace and a white bow on top of my head.
Seeing me in my maid outfit, Chang An gave me a lecherous glance and licked his lips. He ordered, “From now on, you must call me ‘Young Master,’ understand?”
I played along to please him, obediently replying, “Yes, Young Master!”
Chang An pointed to the glass of water on the table and ordered, “Get me a glass of water. Hurry!”
I obediently followed, carefully carrying the glass of water in the style of a maid. As I approached him, he deliberately tripped me, causing the glass to spill all over my pants.
He growled, “Clumsy!”
I frantically knelt down to pick up the glass of water still rolling on the bed, not forgetting to put on a pitiful expression: “I’m sorry, Young Master! Please forgive me!”
Chang An glared at me again: “Still sitting there? Can’t you wipe it clean?”
I nervously took a towel and gently dabbed at the wet spot between my legs. The towel was soft, but that spot was harder than iron, stone, or cement.
He frowned and asked, “Who gave you permission to wipe with a towel? Use your mouth to wipe it quickly!”
I replied, “Yes, sir!” and brought my mouth to his crotch. I pressed my face against it so his penis rubbed against my face. He seemed pleased but still reminded me, “Not just the outside. It’s wet inside too!”
I could only pull down his zipper, revealing the huge bulge inside. The swollen head was clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. I took it into my mouth and used my tongue to push and pull it back and forth.
Seeing Trường An gasp, I asked again, “Is it wet inside, young master? Let me wipe it for you too?”
Trường An nodded slightly. That was all I needed to do to pull down his pants. From top to bottom, he was still wearing his formal suit, only his penis and testicles were completely exposed.
I licked from his testicles all the way up, and Chang An immediately fell back on the bed, enjoying it. He moaned softly each time I ran my tongue over his penis. After a while of playful teasing, I pretended to ask Chang An, who had his eyes closed, “Is it clean enough, young master?”
Chang An instinctively grabbed my hair with one hand, while with the other he held his erect penis and pulled my head down to shove it into my mouth. He growled, “Lazy! Clean it properly for me! Otherwise, you’ll see what I’ll do to you, understand?”
Although Chang An kept pulling my hand up and down, the grip on my hair wasn’t actually very strong. I continued sucking his dick, making him moan in pleasure on the bed: “You slut! You crave my dick so much, you whore? Why are you sucking… sucking… mmm… sucking so hard? Huh? Mmm… Tell me… Ah… Ah…”
Truong An pulled my mouth away from his dick, I quickly took a breath and hurriedly replied: “Yes, I crave your dick so much!”
Truong An then pulled my mouth back in, and I continued sucking while listening to his lewd words: “Then eat my dick instead of rice, you whore! Eat a lot… Mmm… Eat a lot to make my dick feel good, you slut… Ah… This whore has such a slutty mouth… Mmm… I’ll thrust my dick until your mouth tears…”
It turned out I was wrong. Truong An wasn’t not slutty, it’s just that his lewd nature was only revealed in the right circumstances. And thinking about it, he had to be slutty in this profession; if he wasn’t, where would the inspiration for his work come from?
I sucked for a while, and then I myself became erect and dripping. Because I was kneeling on the bed, my penis pressed against Chang An’s shin. Chang An used two toes to clamp my penis, growling, “Did I give you permission to get horny, you slut? You’re not afraid until I punish you, are you? Get on the bed and kneel for me!”
I crawled onto the bed, propping my elbows on the floor and kneeling. My short skirt was pulled up high above my buttocks. Chang An got off the bed with his erect penis sticking out of his pants, stood admiring me from behind, and then growled, “You slut! Why aren’t you wearing underwear while serving me, you slut? You want to seduce me so badly, don’t you? Your time is up!”
Then Chang An put his mouth on my penis and sucked, lifting my skirt up to my back. As soon as his tongue entered, I trembled with pleasure, my erect penis dripping with fluid onto the bed.
I trembled and writhed: “Master… I’m so happy… Mmm… So happy… Master… Don’t do that, Master… You’re making me so horny, Master… Hmph… Hmph…”
Chang An didn’t bother to answer, instead he slapped my butt hard, making me scream with pleasure. After a while, he stopped sucking and then questioned me again: You told him not to do that, but who do you want to let do it to? Huh, you bitch? You want someone else to do it, right? “You’re not afraid of being punished, are you, you slut?”
Truong An jumped onto the bed and lifted me up. My legs were wrapped around his back, and my arms were around his neck to keep from falling. He thrust his fully erect penis into my throbbing asshole inside my dress. He held my buttocks and gently spread them apart. Taking advantage of the mattress’s “bounce,” he thrust his penis into my ass like a sewing machine at full power.
Above, he leaned forward and kissed me. I had no reason not to reciprocate his aroused tongue exploring every corner of my mouth.
When we were out of breath, he pulled away, gasping for air, then quickly pulled me back in to kiss me again. His penis below continued to thrust steadily, and although our clothes covered everything, the pleasure only increased, not decreased.
He held that position and thrust into me continuously for ten minutes, my upper and lower orifices experiencing such intense pleasure that I couldn’t bear it for even a second longer. Come on.
I parted his lips and whispered, “I’m about to come… Mmm… Master… I’m so happy… Master… Mmm… Master… I’m coming, Master… Mmm…”
Truong An was probably so happy he forgot about his role. He panted and replied, “Wait for me… Mmm… I’m coming… I’m almost coming… Mmm… Come with me… Come with me, Phuc… Mmm… I’m coming… I’m coming, Phuc… Ah… Ah… Ah…”
We both ejaculated at the same time. As the semen gushed out of my penis, I felt his hot semen filling my belly.
He was trembling all over as he ejaculated, and finally, unable to stand any longer, he collapsed onto the bed.
I sat on top of him, drenched in sweat. We were both fully clothed; my dress even lightly covered his groin. But who knew that beneath the dress, his penis was still deeply embedded in my anus and hadn’t gone limp yet. “Enough.”
He pulled my head down to kiss me again. When he let go, I asked, “You didn’t want to kiss me the last few times, did you? Why are you so eager to kiss me today?”
Trường An pulled my head to rest on his chest and softly replied, “I hadn’t had time to buy a ring to propose those times. I wasn’t your boyfriend yet, so I didn’t dare.”
I lifted my head and looked at him disdainfully, “You didn’t dare to kiss, but you dared to put your thing in my ass?”
Trường An said, “For me, a kiss means much more than that. Only a legitimate lover is qualified to be allowed to kiss!”
I laughed, “So you’re making up for it today?”
Trường An kissed my forehead and said, “Of course!” “I’ve waited so long!”
I smiled foolishly, actually not wanting to argue with someone with an artistic mind and complex thoughts like Chang An.
While we were resting, he took out his phone and fiddled with something. Finally, he showed me the entire “Lewd Young Master and the Maid Without Underwear” video from earlier.
I wondered, “Wow, when did you film this without me knowing?”
Chang An pointed to the bookshelf in the room: “I know a friend who sells remote surveillance equipment.” “But the video quality is really sharp, I have to admit!”
I worried, “Aren’t you afraid that one day this footage will fall into the hands of people who hate you?”
Truong An calmly replied, “I’ve already said it, if a video like this gets leaked, people will only think I’ve been framed!”
Truong An said that his friend only asked him to test the quality. He was satisfied, so he kept it there to record our “intimate scene” as a keepsake.
A little later, Truong An suddenly asked, “Oh, I heard that Dad suggested you invite Mom up here. When do you plan to talk to Mom?”
I sighed, “I don’t know how to broach the subject with Mom! I’m afraid she’ll be shocked, and then she won’t accept it… I don’t know what I’ll do then.”
Truong An advised, “Don’t worry. If Mom doesn’t accept it, we can wait a little longer.” “I can wait for you!”
I told Ngoc Nam about it, hoping he would wisely help me find a way out. Triet’s first birthday was in a few days, and I told Truong An that I would take this opportunity to go back to my hometown to talk to my mother.
Truong An wanted to go with me, but I absolutely refused. On the surface, I used the excuse that it was a family matter, and it was best for my family to resolve it together. But in truth, I was a little worried, afraid that my mother would be angry and say something unpleasant, and I didn’t want Truong An to have to bear the burden with me.
The next morning, Mr. Tai drove me back to my hometown. I entered the house while everyone was busy preparing the feast.
I went straight inside and greeted my mother. Her face was filled with sadness, her eyes were dark and sunken, and she seemed to have no joy at seeing me again.
I asked, “Are you sick, Mom? Should I take you to the hospital?”
My mother sighed, and replied in a low voice, “I’m not sick at all.” “Last night, Mom stayed up late preparing things for Triet’s first birthday celebration. Go outside and check if the tea, cakes, and fruit are all ready,” Mom said, then carried the basin of meat and fish out to the backyard. I silently went inside, but felt an indescribable unease.
There weren’t many people at the first birthday party, just Uncle Bay’s family, Aunt Tam’s family, Binh’s parents, Sang, Nam, and Dau. Aunt Tam and Binh’s mother were inside helping in the kitchen, while I stayed outside. As for the tea and snacks, Uncle Bay took care of everything himself.
Sang and Nam sat on the wooden bench, while Dau cradled Triet, playing noisily. Triet kept babbling “Dad, dad!”, and Uncle Sau, hearing it, smiled brightly: “That little guy is talking so early, he’ll be so clever when he grows up!”
Uncle Bay sat at the tea table, talking about farming matters all year round, while Sang and Nam were huddled together as if in another world. Seeing me come out, Nam immediately pulled me to the bench and asked: “What did Aunt Hai say to you that made you look so gloomy?”
I shook my head: “Mom didn’t say anything. She looks sick, but when I asked her, she said she wasn’t.”
Nam patted my shoulder: “Aunt Hai isn’t sick. Yesterday, I told her about you and An, that’s why she’s like this.”
I gasped and exclaimed: “Oh my god!”
Seeing Uncle Six and Uncle Seven glaring at me so fiercely, I smiled and waved my hand to signal that it was nothing.
Sang added, “Don’t worry. Aunt Hai knows about us, and she doesn’t dislike us at all. Besides, you’re her own daughter; she loves you so much, she wouldn’t scold you.”
Nam mumbled, “But it’s like Aunt Hai approves of An or something. She asked me whose son he was, and when I said he was the son of the manager Nhat, her face turned pale.”
I sighed, “I guess Mom also thinks the two families aren’t a good match. When I first came to An’s house, even though he teased me, I never dared to think about this.”
Sang said, “Don’t worry, girl? See me? Now you can trick An into leaving home and coming here, just like I tricked your brother Nam.”
Ngoc Nam nudged Sang with his elbow and then said to me, “It seems a bit difficult for now, kid. But try to wait and see. Let us talk to Aunt Hai down here. Slow and steady wins the race.”
If it were my mother, I probably wouldn’t be as calm as she is now. Even young men and women in love often face family disapproval. My mother’s temporary refusal to accept Truong An is perfectly normal.
Sang then said to me, “And your sister and I are preparing to go to the commune office to get a divorce.”
I panicked, “Oh my God, why, brother? Did Nam make you do that?”
Nam smacked me on the head, “Are you crazy? Even if you divorce your sister, you can’t marry me, can you? I just suggested the divorce when your sister wanted to marry someone else, so everything would be more reasonable and fair.”
I was curious, “Huh? Marry whom?”
Ngoc Nam gestured towards the door, where Mr. Dau was doting on the baby who had only half a set of teeth. I suddenly understood why Triet, in Mr. Dau’s arms, kept babbling “Dad, dad.”
It turned out that from the moment he was born, he had been held in Mr. Dau’s arms. For the past year, he had been more attached to Mr. Dau’s presence than to his own mother.
If it was destiny, then sooner or later, whether smooth sailing and beautiful or fraught with difficulties and obstacles, it would all come. I looked at my sister’s situation with Mr. Dau and tried to comfort myself.
After the ceremony, my whole family started cleaning up, and it was late at night. I waited for Mom to finish placing the last dish on the shelf, then whispered to her and pulled her to the veranda. Instead of avoiding the topic and waiting to see what she would say, I asked her directly to clarify everything.
The night was silent, with the croaking of frogs echoing everywhere. On the steps, Mom and I sat leaning against each other under the yellow lamplight, surrounded by thousands of sooty specks.
I asked, “Mom, you know about my situation?”
My mother softly replied, “Yes, I know.”
I hugged her arm, my voice heavy with emotion, “I’m sorry, Mom. Are you angry with me?”
My mother sighed, “I can understand Nam and Sang, strangers, how could I be angry with the child I gave birth to?”
Hearing the sadness in her voice, I didn’t dare say anything more.
She continued, “I’m not forbidding you from having a boyfriend who’s a boy. But An, the son of impresario Nhat… absolutely not, my dear.”
I looked at my mother in astonishment, “Why, Mom? An is kind and understanding. Our family is poor now, but in a few years, when I’ve saved up a lot of money, we won’t be afraid of being called a freeloader…”
My mother firmly shook her head, “I said no, and that’s final. Don’t disobey me. Anyone will do, but it can’t be the son of impresario Nhat!” I pleaded, “Mom… But he and I truly love each other…”
My mother stood up and simply said, “You must break up with him. Absolutely no more romantic involvement. Otherwise… don’t call me Mom anymore.”
Then she silently walked inside the house. I sat leaning against the pillar, tears streaming down my face.
Why could she be so forgiving of everyone else, yet refuse to accept my relationship? She hadn’t even met Truong An and the manager, Nhat, yet she so resolutely opposed it without a second thought?
I truly didn’t know.