Chapter 19: Endgame and Dawn
One second.
The moment Linh and Troc’s eyes met through the crack of the door only lasted a second, but in that second a whole world collapsed and another world was born. Troc was frozen, his hand still tightly gripping his erect penis in his pants, the feeling of humiliation and pleasure mixed together to create a poison that paralyzed all the senses. He saw a slight smile on Linh’s lips, a smile not for the two men possessing her, but for him. It was a smile of victory, of understanding.
He jerked back, turned around, his back against the cold wall of the hallway. He didn’t dare look anymore. He just stood there, listening. Listening to the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, his sister’s moans, the two bosses’ satisfied growls. Each sound was like a needle piercing his eardrums, then drilling deep into his brain, both torturing and stimulating him cruelly.
The orgy lasted for nearly another hour. Finally, when all the noise had died down, leaving only the sound of tired panting, Troc dared to move. He staggered into the living room and plopped down on the sofa, his mind blank. He didn’t know what to do, what to think. He was just an empty shell, drained by his own guilt and sick desires.
A moment later, the bedroom door opened. Sato-san and Suzuki-san came out, their bathrobes back on. Their expressions were no longer the animalistic looks of predators, but the arrogant satisfaction of conquerors. They looked tired, but extremely satisfied.
Linh came out last. She was completely naked, her body glistening with lubricant and sweat, streaks of white semen running down her inner thighs. But she didn’t look humiliated or tired. She was frighteningly calm. She went to the closet, took out two clean towels, and handed them to the two men.
“Would you like to use the bathroom first?” she asked in English, her voice as even as a professional housekeeper.
Her composure made the two old bosses somewhat afraid. They had played with many girls, but had never seen anyone who could remain so calm after such a brutal orgy. She was neither a whore nor a victim. She was more like a priestess who had just completed a sacred ritual.
They went into the bathroom one by one. When they came out, they were dressed in their formal business clothes again, they were powerful businessmen who could decide Troc’s fate.
Sato-san walked up to Linh, who was now wearing only Troc’s shirt, revealing her long legs and the faint bruises on her skin. He didn’t touch her. His gaze was no longer one of mere desire, but also of admiration and a bit of shyness.
“You are a very… impressive woman, Linh-san. Truly unforgettable.”
He patted Suzuki-san on the shoulder, then looked at Troc, who was still sitting motionless on the sofa. He continued as if it were a blessing, a decision:
“Don’t worry about your friend Trac. His permanent residency… consider it done.”
With that, they left politely, as if they had just concluded a successful business negotiation. Linh saw them to the door, bowing in the proper Japanese manner. As the door closed, the professional smile on her lips immediately disappeared, replaced by a cold, emotionless expression.
The apartment fell into an eerie silence. Only the two accomplices remained in a curtain-raised stage. Troc still sat there, not daring to raise his head.
Linh walked into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp. She didn’t look at Troc, but she knew he was there, watching her, waiting for judgment.
Finally, Bald spoke. His voice was broken, full of pain and self-contempt.
“Why… Why did you do that, Linh?”
Linh put the glass down on the table, the sound of glass hitting the wood was dry. She turned around, looking straight into her brother’s eyes. Her eyes were cold, without any emotion, without any pity.
“Because it has to be,” she replied, her voice as cold as ice. “For your dreams. For my boredom. For everything.”
She walked closer, standing in front of Troc who was sitting huddled on the sofa. She leaned down, her beautiful face only centimeters from his. She whispered, but each word was like a knife, peeling away the last layer of his hypocrisy.
“And don’t pretend to be innocent. I saw you outside the door. You were standing there, looking at me, and what were your hands doing? You liked it too, didn’t you? You liked seeing me being trampled like that. Even more than my husband.”
Linh’s words were like a death sentence. They completely destroyed the last remnants of their brotherly relationship. Troc could not deny it. He was part of it. He was not just a spectator, he was an accomplice, an enjoyer. From this moment on, she was the controller, and he was the submissive, bound by his own guilt.
The following days passed like a nightmare. Bald went to work like a machine, trying to use his physical fatigue to forget his torment. At the construction site, Sato-san treated him extremely professionally, praising his work performance in front of everyone. But whenever they were alone, there was a tacit understanding in his eyes, a look from a superior to an inferior, a look as if he was saying: “I know your secret. You owe me.”
A few days later, Troc was called into Sato-san’s office. He informed him that the company would fully sponsor him and expedite his application for permanent residency. “You’re an excellent employee, Troc-kun. We want to keep you here for a long time,” he said in a formal tone.
A feeling of emptiness enveloped Bald. He had achieved his lifelong dream, something he had paid for with sweat and tears for so many years. But he felt no joy. Only humiliation and the feeling of being a pimp who had successfully sold his sister. He bowed his head in thanks, but the words were stuck in his throat.
Leaving the office, the first thing Troc did was call Duc Anh. He needed someone to share with, to seek sympathy, even though he knew that person was also a part of this sickness.
On the other end of the line, Duc Anh was not surprised at all, but instead appeared extremely pleased and excited.
“See? I told you. My wife knows what she’s doing. You should thank your sister. She sacrificed for you.” Duc Anh’s voice was full of pride. Then he lowered his voice, changing to a curious, lewd tone. “By the way… tell me… how were those two old men? Were they healthy? Did your wife ‘serve’ well? Did she moan a lot? Tell me in detail…”
Duc Anh began to ask for details about that night with the eagerness of a nymphomaniac, turning Troc’s pain and humiliation into a pornographic story for him to masturbate mentally. Troc hung up, a feeling of nausea rising in his throat. He realized that in this sick world, he was completely alone.
That evening, Troc returned to the apartment. He brought with him an expensive bottle of sake and some delicious food from the supermarket. He tried to create a celebratory atmosphere, a desperate attempt to normalize what had happened.
He told Linh the good news. He tried to say thank you: “Linh, thank you… because I…”
Linh, who was watching TV, just nodded indifferently, her eyes not leaving the screen. “Good. So your sacrifice was not in vain.”
Her coldness was more frightening than any reproach. Troc realized that she had truly changed. He had gained his future, but lost his sister forever. He was now her prisoner, bound by guilt and complicity.
They ate in silence. The trip was almost over. Baldy was thinking about how he would face his new life when his phone rang. It was Sato-san calling. Out of habit, he pressed the answer button and put it on speakerphone.
Sato-san’s voice rang out, cheerful and full of authority: “Ah, Bald-kun, I’m calling to share another good news. This weekend, to celebrate a big contract, a few very important partners and I will be having a small party on a yacht. As a reward for outstanding employees like you, I especially invite you to join.”
Bald was speechless.
Sato-san continued, his tone more tactful: “Ah, and my partners, after hearing me tell them about the special and hospitable dinner at your house, expressed their admiration and specifically requested… if possible, to meet your beautiful and charming girlfriend to make the atmosphere of the party more solemn and joyful. Please bring her along. This is a good opportunity for you to make connections.”
Bald couldn’t say a word. He was put in a situation where he couldn’t refuse. Refusing would not only mean letting down his boss’s kindness, but also losing face in front of his important partners.
After hanging up, he turned to look at Linh with a desperate look.
Linh, who had heard the entire call, only smiled a cold, authoritative smile. She looked at Troc. “It seems… my ‘work’ is not over yet.” she said, her voice full of meaning. “And it seems… you have a new role too, brother.”
The last sentence, especially the two words “brother”, was uttered sarcastically by her, like a final stab, confirming their completely reversed positions. The nightmare had not only just begun, but was expanding in scale, dragging both of them into a vicious spiral with no way out.