Lovers often say, “A day apart feels like three years,” and Trường An and I felt like we hadn’t seen each other for years. He lay so close, gazing at me intently. Our noses touched, inhaling each other’s breath.
Trường An smiled and said, “I never thought there would be a day when I’d feel like a toad wanting to eat a swan.”
I laughed and asked, “Are you saying I’m like a wild duck transforming into a swan?”
Trường An pulled me closer and whispered, “There’s no such thing as a wild duck transforming into a swan. You were already a swan.”
I pinched Trường An’s nose, “You’re even trying to flatter me now!”
Trường An buried his face in my neck, “I’m telling the truth, not flattering! And if I were flattering, I’d be flattering my wife, not someone else’s!”
I pouted, “We never got married, so why are you calling me your wife?”
Chang An looked at me seriously: “You want it? I’ll hold a press conference tomorrow, and then we’ll have a party at the end of this month!”
I pouted: “I want to eat now! Treat me to whatever you have!”
Chang An grinned mischievously, a knowing smile playing on his lips: “I only have this right now. If you don’t mind, feel free to eat as much as you want!”
After saying that, he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. It wasn’t just now that it was hard; I could feel it had been stiff since Chang An hugged me downstairs.
We kissed and took off each other’s clothes, then tossed them around. Our tongues intertwined, and the whole room gradually warmed up as if consumed by a blazing fire of passion.
I took off his pants, and saw that the tip of his penis was dripping wet. I asked: “Why is it dripping so much today?”
Chang An slyly replied: “Because it misses you, so it’s crying!” And then Trường An placed me on top of him. I licked the lubricant from his underwear while he pressed his face against my anus, inhaling deeply the substance covering my panties. After only a few minutes, he couldn’t bear it any longer and pulled my panties down, both shyly and whispering, “I can’t hold back any longer, I’ll die of lust!”
Trường An put his mouth to my anus, licking gently at first, then gradually becoming more forceful. He licked all around my buttocks and playfully bit a few times to leave his teeth marks. I also took off his underwear; his penis inside sprang up as if a switch had been flipped, the tip of his urethra still dripping with fluid—a level of arousal I had never seen before.
I took the head of his penis into my mouth, and Trường An suddenly trembled. I was no different from him as he ran his tongue through my anus. It had been a month since our bodies had been in contact, so now even a slight touch made us both gasp with pleasure.
Truong An grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him so he could spread my buttocks apart and thrust his tongue as deep as possible. His nose was right in front of my anus, licking and sniffing, but it still wasn’t enough to satisfy his lust. Every now and then, I had to arch my back to take his penis into my mouth. Then I shoved it deep down my throat, making him groan and writhe.
I sucked for a while longer, and Truong An whispered, “Phuc… let me fuck you, Phuc… I’m so horny, Phuc…”
I pretended to play hard to get: “Beg me and I’ll let you!”
Truong An moaned, “Phuc, let me fuck your hole… My dick misses your hole so much… Let me put it in your hole, Phuc… I’m so horny, Phuc… Phuc, sit on my dick… I’m begging you, Phuc… My dick is so cold… Warm my dick with your hole…”
Feeling satisfied, I turned and gently sat on his penis. As soon as his penis slipped inside, Trường An arched his back and moaned.
He whispered, “It’s only been a month… and it’s already so tight… It feels so good…”
It had been a whole month since we’d had sex, and wherever his penis slid, my hole tingled. I sat on top of him, trembling involuntarily, not even daring to thrust all the way in because if his penis touched my G-spot, I wouldn’t be able to control myself and would ejaculate immediately.
I was thrusting and trying to control myself to enjoy the pleasure, but Trường An’s arousal erupted more intensely than I expected. He flipped me onto the bed and thrust his penis deep inside, three or four consecutive thrusts hitting my G-spot, causing me to arch my back and start to climax.
I screamed beneath Chang An: “I’m coming… I’m coming, An… um… You’re making me so happy… Ah… Ah…”
My anus tightened around his penis, and he couldn’t hold back either: “Oh… Your hole is squeezing my dick… It feels so good… I’m coming… Um… I’m coming inside your hole, Phúc… Ah… Ah…”
He shuddered with each contraction of my anus. I felt my intestines swell noticeably, because his semen was both hot and excessive. Yet his penis didn’t go soft, and he showed no intention of pulling out.
He hugged me around the waist, whispering: “Can I have another round? I… I’m not satisfied yet!”
I turned my head and replied: “Me too!”
Our lower bodies lay still, but our upper bodies, lips and teeth, didn’t leave each other for a single minute. We kissed endlessly, as if the other’s breath was our source of life.
After a few minutes, Chang An began to thrust up and down again. His dick went in and out of my semen-filled asshole, no lubrication needed, and it was still smooth and comfortable.
I started too. My erection returned, and my penis, pressed against my stomach, dripped with fluid. Truong An reached out and grasped my penis, gently stroking it from base to tip. Both of us were blissful, no longer in the rush of before, letting the pleasure gradually fill our lustful state.
Suddenly, Truong An released my mouth and softly whispered, “Phuc, I want to know… When did you start noticing me?”
I asked, “Guess?”
Truong An confidently replied, “From the first time we met, of course!”
I smirked, “You’re quite confident! But… it’s true! But back then, Uncle Trung told me not to have feelings for you, so I was just daydreaming, I didn’t really mean anything by it.”
Truong An kissed my cheek and replied, “And when I saw your eyes, I knew I couldn’t love anyone else in this lifetime!”
The men of the Le Thanh family are truly smooth-talking. First my father, then Truong An. I retorted, “Luckily I inherited my mother’s eye color. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even bother looking at me.”
Truong An countered, “Of course I would! The first time you gave me oral sex, I didn’t even blink! I tell you, with that innocent country boy look on the outside, who would have known you have such skillful oral sex!”
I tensed my butt and squeezed my anus tightly, “You dare tease me? I’ll kill you!”
Truong An hissed, “Spare me, spare me! You’re squeezing too tightly, I’m going to cum again!”
After a while, Truong An told me to change positions. I lay face down on top of him, while his penis gently thrust into my anus. He reached down to where his penis was inserted into my hole, stroked it, took a deep breath, and asked, “Do you know when the first time you lay on top of me like this was?”
I mumbled, then suddenly remembered, “It was when I hid you in the closet!”
Trường An kissed me with a quick peck: “That’s right! If I hadn’t been tied up, I would have had sex with you right inside that wardrobe!”
Trường An also said he regretted it so much when he got back. If Tài hadn’t been waiting outside the door, Trường An would have had sex with me two more times before leaving.
I chuckled: “Well, making up for it with two rounds now is fine!”
Trường An sat up and hugged me. I curled my legs behind him while his penis was fully inserted into my anus. He lifted me up and began thrusting, the continuous, wet, lewd sounds filling the room.
Trường An lifted me and placed me on the desk right next to the door. His penis went in and out while his hands caressed my breasts and stroked my penis. I also caressed his nipples, and he gritted his teeth, his trembling, signaling that a surge of semen was ready to be ejaculated.
He groaned, “Phuc… Give me another round, Phuc… Mmm… I’m so happy… I want to fuck you again, Phuc… Mmm… I’m coming, Phuc… Mmm… Ah… Ah…”
Once again, he ejaculated into my hole, his hand stopping its thrusting. After finishing, he pulled his penis out of my hole, the semen inside flowing out, dripping onto the floor.
Then he knelt down and buried his face in my penis, sucking it. I tried to push his head away as my penis was about to climax. I pleaded, “Let go, An… Mmm… I’m so happy… Don’t… Don’t suck anymore… I’m coming… I’m coming, An… Mmm… Ah… An… Ah… Ah…”
Truong An sucked my penis until I ejaculated all my semen for him to taste. He didn’t miss a single drop, regretting the semen I had just ejaculated onto the bed without him even noticing.
Suddenly, there was a knocking sound outside, and a man’s voice whispered, “Keep your voices down, you two. This room isn’t soundproof like our room back home.”
Truong An and I looked at each other, blushing with embarrassment. But after three steps, he thrust his penis into my ass for a third round.
In three hours, we had ejaculated four times in a row. The room was filled with the smell of semen, and we were both exhausted, so we hugged each other and fell asleep soundly.
In the afternoon, I went to see my mother. She said that my father had visited her that afternoon. He even proposed to marry her, to make up for the past hurts she had suffered. I asked my mother, “So what are you planning to do?”
My mother waved her hand dismissively, “I’m not young anymore, why would I get married?”
I hugged my mother’s arm and whispered, “Whether we’re young or not has nothing to do with marriage, Mom. People get married because they love each other, not because they’re both young. Why don’t you just accept Dad? I’ve been at his house for a whole year, and I’ve seen him miss you so much all the time.”
My grandmother, standing nearby making milk, added, “Your mother is playing hard to get, but she loves your father to death. I don’t know what your father said, but after he left, your mother just sat here giggling.”
My grandmother and I teased my mother. It had been a long time since I’d seen her smile so freely without a worry. My mother said she was hesitant about her age and that’s why she refused my father, but he calmly replied, “We’ve endured suffering for others for decades. Why shouldn’t we dare to live the rest of our lives happily together?”
My grandmother clicked her tongue: “That boy, I told you his words were so sweet. Your mother left home because she was determined to protect her boyfriend to the very end.”
My mother shyly turned away like a young lady in her twenties. It had been over twenty years since she’d felt so embarrassed.
My father kept his word; as soon as my mother recovered, he prepared the betrothal gifts and sent them to my maternal grandparents’ house. My paternal grandparents, who lived abroad, were also urged by my father to return home immediately, because… He couldn’t bring himself to ask for my mother’s hand in marriage.
On the wedding day, reporters swarmed my maternal grandparents’ house, more numerous than the guests. Even without a big announcement, it caused a sensation throughout Saigon.
To keep things simple, the two families agreed to hold only one reception and invite all the guests. My maternal grandparents’ mansion was the venue, decorated lavishly and brightly, replacing the gloomy gray tones that had covered the place for decades.
My father stood solemnly on the stage, waiting. Aside from his graying hair, his face was still strikingly handsome, though not without the marks of time. Although it was called a remarriage on paper, I knew that in my father’s mind, this was his real marriage.
My mother appeared at the flower arch in the wedding dress my maternal grandparents had chosen. I had never seen my mother so beautiful in my life. Her skillful makeup made her look more than a decade younger, and her radiant smile made her already beautiful face even more radiant.
My father, watching from inside, followed my mother’s steps into the wedding hall with a determined gaze. He couldn’t hold back his tears; I understood that he was feeling the utmost happiness.
My sister Đoan, sitting next to me, clicked her tongue: “Oh my goodness, Aunt Nguyệt is so incredibly beautiful, Phúc! I wonder if I’ll even be as beautiful as your mother’s little finger when I reach that age!”
I laughed and replied: “If you find a sincere lover like my father, you’ll naturally be as beautiful as my mother. People in love are usually beautiful like that, sister!”
My sister Đoan burst out laughing, then said: “Didn’t you see my prediction? I said you’d have a happy life later on! Hey, who’s that holding your mother’s hand? He looks familiar… Oh my goodness… Is that Uncle Trung?”
My grandfather was supposed to be the one to walk my mother down the aisle, but he passed away, so my mother asked someone else to do it. It wasn’t a blood relative, but it was someone who risked their own life to save my mother from her desperate situation.
Uncle Trung.
Uncle Trung was a young man from a wealthy family, friends with my mother since her early school days. But when he was seventeen, his family discovered he was having an affair with a man in his bedroom. He was kicked out of the house and had to start working to support himself.
When he learned that my mother had run away, he tried his best to dissuade her, but my mother, being young and impulsive, wouldn’t listen. Seeing that he couldn’t dissuade her, he didn’t hesitate to give her all his savings for her travel expenses.
After my mother returned, Uncle Trung immediately visited her. He apologized to my grandmother for not keeping her and bringing her home that year. But my grandmother didn’t blame him, because if my mother had decided to do something, there was no point in trying to stop her.
Uncle Trung led my mother slowly, step by step, as if he had somehow managed to bring her back home.
My parents held hands, in the presence of both families, and together they recited their vows.
Next to me was the table for family guests; Thinh Van’s parents and Mrs. Ly Le Hang were also seated there. Mrs. Hang, still resentful of the previous day’s events, spoke sarcastically and mockingly to those seated above: “A woman from a lower branch of the family who left home for decades to have an illegitimate child, now comes back and holds a lavish wedding, bringing shame to the family. With graying hair, they’re still holding hands and kissing, aren’t they afraid the children will laugh their heads off?”
I said, “If only Ms. Hang hadn’t told Grandpa back then, my mother wouldn’t have had to leave home. If Ms. Hang hadn’t been so nosy, my father would have married my mother peacefully, instead of waiting over twenty years. It’s a waste of my mother’s efforts to consider you a good person, only daring to tell you her most important secrets. If Ms. Hang feels ashamed, she can leave now, don’t let outsiders hear and think our family is full of jealousy and envy.”
Uncle Trung told me about Ms. Hang’s nosiness in my mother’s affairs. That year, my mother was about Ms. Hang’s age, and they were close friends, so she confided in her. Little did she know that Ms. Hang would be the one to spread the rumors, causing a tragedy that affected dozens of people.
Tram Anh, sitting at another table, immediately jumped up and said to me, “Hey, what kind of talk is that?”
I pointed directly at her face and yelled, “Shut up! This is where you’re talking to your mother, do you have the right to speak up? Don’t be so disrespectful, or people will say your mother doesn’t know how to raise her child.”
Tram Anh was speechless, and Mrs. Hang angrily left the table and went home. Thinh Van’s parents then advised me, “Today is Aunt Nguyet’s happy day, don’t get angry.”
I laughed and replied, “I’m not angry, I’m just chasing away those venomous mouths that are defiling my mother’s happy day.”
Thien, sitting at the same table as me, clicked his tongue, “Indeed, returning to being the youngest grandchild of great-grandfather Ly has completely changed her demeanor!”
Ngoc Nam added, “She… well, Uncle Phuc is still too kind. If it were me, I’d have to shove Tram Anh’s head into the hotpot!”
Sang nudged Truong An’s shoulder and whispered, “Be careful, okay? Phuc is Ngoc Nam’s favorite disciple; he’s learned all his tricks.”
Trường An chuckled: “What did you tell me to do? I was already defeated before Phúc even had a chance to make a move.”
Thiên clicked his tongue and grimaced: “This guy is useless! Don’t ever claim to be a cultivator again.” “I’ll listen to you, Dad!”
The wedding went well once Mrs. Hang and her daughter were gone, and it ended peacefully with everyone’s blessings.
For a whole month afterward, images of my parents never left the newspapers. Some sincerely offered their blessings, others made sarcastic remarks, but my father told my mother to ignore them because they couldn’t live our lives for us. Why should we care about people who never thought of us?
We thought life would be peaceful again, but just a month later, Dau called me frantically, saying that someone had burned down our house in the countryside. My mother immediately sent a car back to the countryside to bring Hanh back, her face still in shock.
She wouldn’t say anything, so my mother asked me to go and ask Uncle Bay.
Uncle Bay said that Hanh’s biological mother had returned to the countryside to cause trouble. She knew my mother was a wealthy heiress and thought that Hanh had also received all sorts of gold and jewelry from my mother. Hanh still hated her to the bone, because she was… My mother heartlessly watched her child being harmed and willingly covered up for the beast who had assaulted my sister.
After being persuaded by my grandmother, my sister finally decided to expose the matter.
My sister Hanh’s mother’s husband and his son, who had raped my sister, were later summoned to court. They acted arrogantly and boastfully, pretending to be innocent.
The judge asked: “The defendant, Ms. Le Thi Hanh, accuses the defendant Si and another accomplice of rape and causing her pregnancy. DNA testing has proven that the child is the biological son of defendant Si. Does defendant Si have anything to say in his defense?”
His family even hired a lawyer, reportedly mortgaging almost everything they owned because the lawyer threatened that this case would be very difficult. The lawyer argued: “Your Honor, the accusation is untrue! Ms. Hanh here seduced and engaged in consensual sexual relations with my clients.” After becoming pregnant, she left on her own accord and then gave birth alone, before returning to accuse my client of rape. I have a witness, Ms. Le Thi Hanh’s biological mother.”
The judge raised his hand: “Please, witness.”
From the audience seats, Ms. Hanh’s biological mother slowly stood up. She said clearly: “Your Honor, I am Ms. Le Thi Hanh’s biological mother. The defendant Si is my husband’s stepson. When I took Hanh in to live with me, she kept telling me that my husband’s stepson was very handsome, and she even secretly watched him bathing many times. Then, when my husband and his stepson came home drunk after drinking, Hanh sneaked into his room and locked the door from the inside. By the time I found the key to unlock the door, everything was already over…”
Ms. Hanh cried out: “Mother… Are you even human anymore?” “How could you make up all this to harm your own daughter, Mother?”
She turned sharply to Hanh: “Do you deserve to be my daughter? You dared to do such a shameful thing, and you still dare to call me mother?”
The judge struck the gavel: “Silence everyone.” The defendant has refuted the accusation and there are witnesses. Does the defendant have any evidence to prove that the relationship was not consensual?
I was worried about what would happen, so Hanh turned her face downwards and called out, “Mom… Mom, get me the phone I asked you to keep last night…”
My mother got up from her seat, gently approached Hanh, and took out the phone she had brought back to her hometown but no longer used from her handbag. Hanh opened the phone, then, in shock and choked with emotion, said, “This is a recording I accidentally made. Please, Your Honor, review it…”
Hanh’s lawyer connected the phone to his computer and then played the recording for everyone to hear.
The bitter, painful, and utterly agonizing sounds deafened everyone…
“What do you two want to do? Let go… Let me go… Mom, save me… Mom…”
“Shout louder. Your mother is gone.” “Even if it were here, it wouldn’t save you…”
The sound of tearing clothes echoed, and my whole body trembled as I imagined what my sister had to endure.
“Let go… I beg you both… Let go… Sob sob… Let go…”
“Dad, she’s struggling so much, Dad, hold her hands down so I can put it in… Ah… It’s so tight, Dad… I’ll let you try it later…”
“Si, thrust harder… You’re my son, why are you so weak? This girl’s pussy is really plump, I have to admit!” “I’ve been noticing her ever since she came here…”
The beastly words echoed in my ears. Hanh, above, covered her ears and slumped to one side. My mother, beside her, hugged her tightly, weeping bitterly upon learning that Hanh had been molested by two beasts.
I really wanted to rush down and beat the bastard on the dock and his two devilish parents to a pulp. Truong An, sitting next to me, held me tightly; after all, with such evidence, they couldn’t deny it anymore.
Hanh’s heart-wrenching cries still echoed in my ears…
“I’m about to shoot, Dad… Can I shoot into her vagina, Dad?”
“Just shoot, if she gets pregnant, I’ll tell her mother to make her have an abortion… Hurry up so I can have some more fun.”
“Ah… It feels so good, Dad… It’s your turn now, Dad… Let me hold her back…”
“Hey, her mother’s back. Clean it up, Si. Next time, you hold her back so I can fuck her, Si.”
ThereThe sound of a door creaking open, followed by Hanh’s mother’s voice: “Oh my God, what is it, Hanh?”
Hanh screamed: “Mom… Si and his father raped me, Mom…”
A loud slap echoed as Hanh’s mother struck her, silencing her. She yelled: “Nonsense! Si is your brother, how could he rape you? How dare you speak of your stepfather like that?”
The lawyer paused the recording. The entire courtroom fell silent, unable to comprehend such a thing. The beast still stubbornly argued: “What does that recording prove? Maybe someone else did it, not my father and me?”
Ms. Hanh’s lawyer spoke up: “In the recording, everyone’s names are mentioned in full. Do you still want to deny it? Your Honor, I request that the voices of three people be collected, including the defendant Si, his biological father, and his stepmother, for voice analysis.”
The judge declared: “Request granted.”
As he was being escorted away, he desperately cried out: “Father, save me… Father, save me…” His father remained silent, seemingly desperate, yet also deep in thought.
Judging by his demeanor, even without the analysis, it was clear whether he had committed the crime. Yet, Ms. Hanh’s biological mother, as she passed by, stopped to reproach her: “Are you satisfied now? You’ve ruined your mother’s family, haven’t you?”
Ms. Hanh held back tears behind her red, swollen eyelids: “I’m sorry. You’re not my mother. I only have one mother, Ms. Le Thi Nguyet.”
After a long wait, the forensic examination concluded that all four voices in the recording matched the four people involved in the case. The judge pronounced the verdict: “Defendant Si is guilty of rape resulting in the victim’s pregnancy. Based on aggravating and mitigating circumstances, the sentence is 15 years imprisonment. The defendant’s father committed the act of aiding and abetting, having the desire but lacking the means to commit rape. The sentence is 7 years imprisonment. Neither defendant is eligible for pardon. The trial is concluded.”
The beast who raped my sister and the mother who is not human immediately fainted on the platform. His father, however, glared at my sister, his eyes filled with hatred, a defiant challenge that he would seek revenge on her once he was free.
Thien whispered in my ear, “I know a lot of fellow prisoners in the jails all over this city. Those two father and son will be in here for ages, and when they get out, they’ll be too exhausted to eat anything.”
I only regretted not being able to kill those three cruel men with a single blow. Letting them roam free until now was truly unbearable.
Looking at Triet babbling in Mr. Dau’s arms, I truly didn’t dare imagine what my sister was thinking when she saw Triet. She picked up her son, bowed to Mr. Dau, and went straight to the car. Perhaps she felt unworthy of him; the actions of those men had inadvertently made her feel dirty.
Mr. Dau called out loudly, “Hanh! Listen to me…”
My sister stopped, her heart heavy, and slowly turned around. Mr. Dau, behind her, took out a ring box from his pocket and knelt down beside her. He said loudly, “Will you marry me, Hanh?”
Hanh, who had just stopped crying, now started crying again. She shook her head, “I’m not worthy of you. Find someone else.” Dau ran after her and thrust the ring box into her hand. He said, “I bought this ring for you. If you don’t marry me, I won’t give it to anyone else. It’s okay if you don’t marry me, as long as you let me take care of you and Triet for the rest of your life…”
My grandmother clicked her tongue and whispered, “Good heavens, are all men so smooth-talking these days? If I were Hanh, I would have married her right away, no need to wait until after Tet.”
Amidst everyone’s blessings, Hanh finally agreed to let Dau come and live with her and take care of Triet. The house downstairs had been burned down again, so my mother asked my grandmother to let Hanh come and live with us. My grandmother agreed, but Hanh still steadfastly refused. My mother had to give her money to rebuild a decent house, as a wedding gift from my mother to Dau and his wife.
I, Truong An, and Nhat Thien drove home. Suddenly remembering something, Nhat Thien turned to Truong An and asked, “How’s the matter I asked you to handle going?”
Truong An told me, “Go into the room and get the stack of files on the desk and give them to Thien for me. I’m going to the factory to meet with a new partner.”
I went into the room and grabbed the thick stack of documents and gave them to Nhat Thien. The top page clearly stated, “Divorce Petition.”
I almost forgot about Ly. Lately, she’s been quiet, probably worried about me getting into trouble. Initially, my father didn’t allow Thien to divorce, but after I told him about her conspiring with outsiders to beat me almost to death, he nodded in agreement, even wanting to help me get justice.
Thien held the stack of files in his hands, beaming with joy. I asked, “What if she refuses when I want her to?”
Thien sneered, “Whether she agrees or not, she’ll end up on the street. Or rather, in prison.”
All this time, Thien said nothing, but he had been secretly gathering evidence. The two “henchmen” who had recently been castrated were still acting as spies for Boss Long, but he didn’t know that every conversation involving Ly was being secretly recorded by those two.
Now, only… Just waiting for the court date, then it’ll be over. The documents proving my injuries are enough for him to be convicted of intentional homicide.
A moment later, Ly rushed down the stairs. She turned back and cursed, “Damn you guys, let her go, why are you pushing her?”
Nha stood on the top steps, hands on hips, arrogantly replying, “I pushed her because I wanted to! What can you do to me?”
Trang grabbed her bag and threw it down with all her might. Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and Ly screamed, “Oh my God, all my designer perfume bottles are broken! You pay for this! Otherwise, I’ll call the police, and you’ll all be in trouble!”
Nha crossed his arms and walked down, “Call the police? Go ahead, let’s see who goes to jail first?”
Then she turned to me and flattered me: “Oh my God, Mr. Phuc, you know what? This girl is plotting against you so badly! I’ve served her for so long, I know everything. Ever since you came here, I’ve had to pretend I hate you to make her believe me. But honestly, you’re so handsome and have such a radiant aura, who wouldn’t be smitten with you!”
Trang added: “That’s right, Mr. Phuc! Remember that time she had a miscarriage instead of you? She forced me to push you down the stairs! Oh my God, she even dared to kill her own child! If she doesn’t leave this house, she’ll probably kill everyone!”
I calmly said: “Okay, you two. Anyway, we haven’t gone to court for the divorce yet, so officially, Ms. Ly is still the third wife of our family. Take the things down to the car for her, gently, so you don’t break anything else.”
Ly stood there, hands on hips, sneering, “You filthy gay man, don’t pretend to be a crocodile… Aaaaaaa.”
Nha rushed from me to Ly, swung his arm with all his might, and slapped Ly across the face. He cursed, “Gay my ass, huh? You’d better cultivate virtue for another eight hundred lifetimes before you become gay like other people! You can curse me, but if you curse Uncle Phuc, I’ll fight you to the death, you hear me!”
Trang dragged her bags out, muttering, “Get out of my house! You filthy woman! Oh my God, holding her things has defiled my hands!”
It’s true that when the fence falls, the vines climb over it, but ultimately, it’s the retribution for those who scheme. It’s one thing for her to enjoy the wealth and prestige of this family, but her dirty and despicable schemes to eliminate others are simply unacceptable.
Finally, Thien filed a complaint with the court to accuse Long and Ly. The two spies had audio recordings and text messages, ready to testify in court when I assured them I would protect their families to the end. Not to mention Nha, Trang’s son; many of Ly’s misdeeds were also under their control.
Tet (Lunar New Year) was approaching, but this year Ly wouldn’t be able to comfortably celebrate New Year’s Eve in the villa anymore. Only a dark, cold prison cell and a group of aggressive fellow inmates who could “deal with” her at any moment.
Finally, as the storm gradually passed, we reunited, just as fate had destined us. This New Year’s Eve, I wasn’t watching fireworks on Uncle Bay’s black-and-white TV screen, but on the rooftop of a luxurious mansion right in the heart of the city.
My grandmother had already gone to bed before the fireworks even started. My parents were getting ready to erect the New Year’s pole. Only the fun-loving children sat under the night sky, sharing stories of the year and waiting for the moment of New Year’s Eve.
Nam said, “Hey, this might sound a bit rude, but after that failed attempt to harm you, where did Binh disappear to?”
Ha Chau laughed and said, “He’s hiding from Mr. To, of course. I heard he cheated on Mr. To and got caught. His mistress got beaten up badly, and Peter fled Saigon.”
I asked curiously, “But how did he catch him?”
Ha Chau patted her chest, “I told him! Oh my God, I accidentally saw Peter in the coffee shop that day and I suspected something. When I followed him to the hotel, as soon as he went into the room, I called Mr. To immediately. He dared to harm me, so I had to harm him back!”
So, Binh’s career was over. I heard Mr. To holds a grudge for a long time; don’t even think about it in Vietnam, even if Binh appeared abroad, Mr. To would find him and teach him a lesson. He wanted to rely on influential people to climb the ladder, but he didn’t understand the meaning of “contentment and keeping to one’s lot.” Actually, Mr. Tô genuinely loved him; after the Hà Châu incident, he still forgave him.
But he was still the same, always craving novelty. Now that he’s become like this, it’s not unfair.
Thiên muttered, “What time is it? Why aren’t the fireworks going off yet? Oh, there are still fifteen minutes left.”
Sang got up, cradling Ngọc Nam neatly against his chest: “I’ve waited too long, I’ll go set off the fireworks first.”
Hà Châu, who was halfway through eating a sunflower seed, quickly put it down and hurriedly stood up: “I’m going home to celebrate New Year’s Eve with my parents. It would be embarrassing to be kicked out of the family on New Year’s Day!”
Trường An glanced at Thiên: “Why don’t you just go home to celebrate New Year’s Eve there?”
Thiên clicked his tongue: “Aunt Bảy has everything taken care of. If you want to kick me out, just say so, stop asking!”
After saying that, Thien grabbed his jacket and dashed downstairs, then sped off on his motorbike to a nearby bar.
When we were alone, Truong An lifted me and placed me on his lap. His pants were already bulging. It was hard.
We kissed in the silent night. The smacking sounds continued between our lips touching and then separating, our eyes gazing at each other passionately.
Truong An unzipped his pants, pulling out his erect penis, standing straight up against the night sky. Then he conveniently pulled my pants down from my buttocks, letting his penis rub against the smooth crevice of my buttocks.
I spat saliva onto my hand and applied it to the head of his penis. Without further delay, Truong An immediately lifted me up to insert his penis.
Then we continued kissing, sharing ecstatic pleasure in a world of bliss. There were no lewd words because our lips were locked together, but the growling in our throats continued to echo.
I moved faster and faster on his penis, his hands gripping me tightly to let me know how comfortable he was.
In the distance, a sudden flash of light appeared and then burst forth brilliantly against the sky. Truong An looked at me and whispered, “Come with me!”
I replied, “Yes!” After a moment, I tightened my hips and thrust a few final times.
The moment the fireworks exploded in the night sky was also the moment Trường An and I burst into joy. We clasped hands and made a wish.
Even if our bodies wither away someday,
this love will forever remain as brilliant as the fireworks.