Chapter 18: Dance of Devotion
The apartment door closed behind Troc, the dry click of the lock resounding like a judge’s hammer sealing the space inside, turning it into a separate stage, separate from the outside world. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of sake, food, and another more primal smell, the smell of flesh and simmering desire.
The two bosses, Sato-san and Suzuki-san, sat on the sofa, their naked bodies only loosely covered by thin towels. They were still tipsy from the Nyotaimori party, an experience that was beyond their imagination. Sato-san, with a big beer belly and a red face, picked up his glass of sake, took a sip, and looked at Suzuki, smiling meaningfully.
“Unbelievable, Suzuki-kun,” he said in Japanese, his voice hoarse with excitement. “Bald-kun is lucky to have such a friend. That body… is like a living work of art. I have been to many places, experienced many things, but never has a meal been so memorable.”
Suzuki-san pushed up his glasses, his small eyes flashing with a wise and greedy light. “That’s right, Sato-san. Soft, warm. And she didn’t tremble, not a bit afraid. What a professional. Like a goddess bestowing a favor. I wonder what surprise she’ll have next. My heart is pounding like it was when I was young.”
They were completely conquered, put into a state of eager anticipation, seeing Linh as a premium gift, a privilege that their position brought, something they deserved. They no longer saw her as Troc’s friend, but as part of a “service”, a reward for the favor they were about to bestow upon the Vietnamese worker.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Linh had closed the door tightly. She stood in front of the large mirror on the wardrobe door, looking at her own reflection. Her body still had a few red marks from the contact, a few faint traces of soy sauce on her skin. She did not feel humiliated. She felt a cold satisfaction, a sense of power like an artist who had just completed a brilliant performance. Her plan was on track. She had succeeded in transforming herself into an object of desire, a symbol of devotion.
She stepped into the bathroom and splashed warm water on her body, washing away the traces of the party. The warm water seemed to wash away the last remnants of her hesitation. When she came out, her body exuded a fresh, fragrant scent. She didn’t choose a provocative lingerie. She opened the closet and took out the school uniform that Troc had bought. This time, she wore it completely differently.
She had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her white shirt, deliberately leaving it askew, revealing a part of her full cleavage. The pleated skirt was pulled up a little higher, just enough to cover her butt, revealing most of her slender thighs. She wore white knee-high socks, a symbol of tainted innocence. She took one last look at herself in the mirror. She was putting on her final act for tonight, the act of innocence and lust, a deadly combination that could knock any man out. She was preparing her weapon.
The bedroom door slowly opened.
The two bosses were talking suddenly stopped, their eyes glued to the image before them. Linh walked out, holding the phone in her hand. She said nothing, just smiled a smile that was both innocent and mysterious. She walked to the low table, connected the phone to a small bluetooth speaker.
A slow, sensual, and haunting Western R&B song played, filling the quiet space.
Linh started to move. Her movements were not professional like a dancer, but they were soft, supple, and deadly seductive. She wasn’t dancing for them, she was telling a story with her body. She arched her wasp waist, her hands caressing from her neck to her collarbone, then stopping at her breasts that rose and fell with each breath.
She circled around the two bosses like a cat playing with a mouse. She moved closer to Suzuki-san, letting her long hair brush against his face, letting her body’s scent after a bath mix with the air. He reached out to touch her, but she pulled back, smiling mischievously. She turned to Sato-san, knelt on the floor in front of him, tilted her head back, arched her back, and performed movements that artistically mimicked the act of making love.
The two bosses were completely captivated. Their eyes were unblinking, their mouths were open, and their breathing was labored. Their penises were erect, covering their towels. They were like two starved animals watching a delicious prey dance before them, unable to touch it.
The dance ended when the music stopped. Linh was kneeling between the two men. The room was silent, except for their heavy breathing. She looked up at them, her eyes as clear as a schoolgirl’s and as inviting as a high-class prostitute’s.
She held out her hands, took the two old men’s rough hands and pulled them up. She led them to the bedroom where the bed was already made. She gently pushed them onto the bed. They were as obedient as two children.
Linh stood by the bed, looking down at the two powerful men lying there, completely under her control. She bent down slightly, her long hair falling down, partially covering her face, then whispered in English, her voice like honey pouring into her ears:
“Tonight, you will be my masters.”
Having said that, she slowly crawled onto the bed, between the two men. She began her “ritual”. A ritual of absolute submission, but the one in charge was herself.
She turned to kiss Sato-san on the lips, a deep and wet kiss. Her tongue entered his mouth, entwined with his rough tongue, and sucked in the remaining taste of sake. Then, she moved to kiss Suzuki-san, a softer and more delicate kiss.
She began the journey of her tongue. She licked from Sato-san’s neck, down to his collarbone, then to his dark nipples. Her tongue continued down to his bulging stomach, then stopped at the base of his erect penis. She took her time, just licking around lightly, making him let out a deep groan. She continued down to his thighs, knees, and finished by gently sucking each of his toes. She repeated the same process with Suzuki-san. Everything was slow, meticulous, like a believer reverently worshiping a holy relic.
After the “worship” was over, Linh reached for a large bottle of lubricating gel that she had prepared. She poured the gel all over the bodies of the two old bosses, then poured it on her own body, which was completely stripped of its uniform. All three of their skin was now shiny and slippery under the night light.
The Nuru Massage ceremony begins.
The three people’s bodies were now slippery like eels, without any friction. Linh started to use her own body to massage them. She used her breasts to slide over their chests, and used her belly to rub against their bellies. She lay on top of Sato-san, letting his penis be sandwiched between her slippery thighs, and then began to move up and down, simulating the act of intercourse without penetration. The old man growled in his throat, his hands gripping the bed sheet tightly.
She turned to Suzuki-san, using her plump ass to rub against his penis. She slid up and down, making him gasp. The room was filled with the sound of skin sliding against skin, the gasps and moans of the men losing control.
At that moment, outside the door, Troc came home. He had finished his shopping but did not dare to go inside immediately. He stood outside the door for a long time, his mind in turmoil. Finally, he gently opened the door and went in.
He heard lewd sounds coming from the bedroom. Something, a morbid curiosity, an irresistible urge, held him back. He did not rush in, nor did he leave. He crept forward, standing by the bedroom door, which was not completely closed, leaving only a small crack. He looked inside.
And he saw.
Inside, the two old bosses could no longer endure. The control of the “ritual” had been broken by animal instinct. Sato-san, with the strength of a big man, flipped Linh over and pinned her down on the bed. He did not wait any longer and thrust his penis straight into her wet pussy.
“Ah!” Linh cried out softly, a cry half in pain, half as if she had prepared herself.
At the same time, Suzuki-san grabbed Linh’s hair, pulled her head towards him and stuffed his penis into her mouth.
The scene became chaotic and lewd. Three slippery bodies entangled with each other. They changed positions constantly: doggy, 69,… The sound of skin slapping against each other, Linh’s moans, the growls of the two men. Troc stood there, frozen, eyes wide open, staring without blinking. He saw his sister being trampled and possessed by two other men. He felt the humiliation, but he also felt an undeniable excitement rising from his lower abdomen.
In a moment when Sato-san was pushing her from behind, Linh’s head was swaying and her eyes accidentally turned towards the door crack.
And then, she saw him.
Her eyes met Troc’s. He was standing there in the shadows, his face contorted with a mixture of emotions: horror, lust, guilt, and admiration.
And she saw his hand. It was in his pants, moving up and down unconsciously. He was jerking off while he watched his sister being trampled by two other men.
They looked at each other through the crack in the door, for just a second. But that second felt like a century. In that gaze, there were no more lies, no more concealments. Only the naked truth: one was giving, and the other was enjoying that giving. Linh smiled slightly, a smile that only Troc could see, a smile of victory.
The final deal was sealed by this very depravity.