Chapter 29 – The Endless Vortex
Linh returned home near dawn. As soon as the apartment door closed, she leaned against it, her legs as weak as boneless bones. She stood motionless in the darkness, trying to breathe. The familiar air of the house – the smell of clean wood, the faint scent of tea, the scent of Duc Anh’s perfume – now felt like an accusation. Her body was limp, a sweet yet painful ache spreading from deep within her bones, especially in the most secret place where the feeling of swelling and pain remained. The smell of the hotel, the smell of sweat from two men, and the strong smell of semen seemed to still linger on her skin, an indelible mark.
She walked into the house, her heart empty. Last night, she was no longer Linh. She was a pussy, a mouth, a toy to be passed around. And the scariest thing was that a deep part of her – the sick part that Duc Anh had worked so hard to cultivate – enjoyed it.
Duc Anh sat on the sofa, calm as a god waiting for the sacrifice to return. He didn’t ask any questions, didn’t examine her, just silently looked at her. His eyes scanned her body, stopping at the faint bruises on her thighs, at her swollen lips. He knew everything.
Come here, wife.
His voice was warm, without a trace of anger. Linh staggered forward, but she did not sit down. She knelt on the cold floor, her head in his lap, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. She did not need to tell him. He had seen it all through the lens of the hidden camera.
He didn’t ask any questions. He just gently stroked her hair. Then he stood up, picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. He didn’t say anything, just silently filled the tub with warm water and added a few drops of lavender essential oil. He personally took off her disheveled clothes, which smelled of other men. He looked at his wife’s body, the faint red marks, the teeth marks on her neck. He wasn’t jealous. In his eyes, there was only absolute possession.
He gently placed her in the tub, then stepped in and sat behind her. He took a soft silk towel and slowly scrubbed her, a haunting “washing” ritual.
– Good girl. Now let me clean you up. Let me wash away their smell.
His hands slid over her skin, so tenderly it was terrifying, like an artist cleaning his precious pottery. He wiped away every mark, every bruise as if doing so could erase the fact that this body had just been abused by others. Linh shivered, not from disgust but from a jolt of pleasure that ran down her spine. She leaned her head back, against his firm chest, completely surrendering. A moan of absolute submission escaped her throat.
– Um… honey…
After cleaning his wife, he pulled out his erect cock and slowly thrust it into her in the warm water. Slowly. Surely. Each thrust was an assertion of his sovereignty.
– Whose pussy is this? Tell me. – Ah… my husband’s… – Whose? – My husband’s! Only my husband’s… Ah…
He thrust harder, his voice a sweet curse. “Forever mine.”
In the days that followed, Linh lived in a state of limbo. The guilt was like a faint scar, occasionally stinging when she accidentally touched it. She loathed herself but was haunted by satisfaction. Every night, when she lay alone, she couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. She began to confront herself in the mirror: did she really enjoy the feeling of being manipulated, or was it just a sick game that couldn’t be stopped? She had no answer.
A few days later, Duc Anh calmly announced: – This weekend, I’ll go have coffee with Mai. It’s been a long time since we last met, she keeps asking about me.
Linh was stunned. Mai. Hung’s wife. The name was like a bucket of cold water poured straight into her face. The thought of facing that woman made her panic. – No… I’m not going anywhere. I don’t dare to see her. – Why wouldn’t I dare? – Duc Anh smiled, the smile of a predator. – You are my wife, you did nothing wrong. This is your test, my dear wife. A Queen must know how to face everyone, even the wives of those who desire her.
Linh sat in the luxurious coffee shop, her heart pounding as if it was about to burst. Ms. Mai sat opposite, still smiling gently, still with clear eyes without a trace of doubt. She talked about her children, about her work. Every word she said was like a needle stabbing Linh’s heart. She was a traitor. A poisonous snake sitting listening to the story of her innocent prey. She did not dare to look straight into Ms. Mai’s eyes, only knew how to lower her head, her hand stirring her cup of coffee aimlessly.
After that torturous encounter, Linh returned home like a lifeless body. Duc Anh was waiting. He did not ask about Mai. He knew she had passed the test. He pulled her into his arms.
“You can’t go back, honey,” he whispered, his voice full of magic. “I love you because you’re a wonderful wife, and I love you even more because you do everything for me. You don’t have to say ‘no’ anymore. Just do what I want.”
Linh no longer had the strength to resist. She was too tired. Guilt, torment, desire, all mixed together, pulling her down to the bottom.
Meanwhile, in Japan…
Troc sat in the small apartment, his eyes glued to the phone screen. He had not received any news from Duc Anh. The silence was even more terrifying than the curses. He was like a drug addict struggling with drug withdrawal. He was addicted to Linh, addicted to the feeling of witnessing her depravity, addicted to his own sick jealousy. The desire to possess her was at its peak. He had to have her, at all costs. He opened his laptop, booked a flight back to Vietnam. He could not wait another moment.
Back to Hanoi…
Duc Anh had arranged a new meeting for Linh. This time it was not Hung, not Long. It was a complete stranger, a business partner with whom he wanted to “tighten the relationship”. He only gave her a hotel address and a room number. – Tonight, eight o’clock. I want you to break one last limit. Don’t make me say it again. – His voice was cold, without any emotion.
Linh had no reason to refuse. She walked into the hotel room like a machine. The strange man was waiting. He was about Duc Anh’s age, muscular, his eyes cold and experienced. He said nothing, just signaled for her to undress.
Linh did it mechanically. She stood naked in front of him, her body trembling. He moved closer, his rough hands squeezing her breasts, making her moan softly. He pushed her down on the bed. – No… please… – Linh cried, a last weak plea.
But her body betrayed her. When the stranger’s big cock touched her thigh, her pussy began to ooze again. He didn’t need her consent, he simply took her. He turned her over, forcing her to kneel with her ass up. – Spread your ass. – His voice was hoarse as he ordered. Linh trembled as she followed. He spat a mouthful of saliva onto his hand and smeared it on her pretty little asshole. Linh panicked and struggled.
– No… don’t… not there… please… He growled. – I told you. Don’t move.
He held her hips tightly, slowly pushing his cock in. The excruciating pain came, making Linh scream. – Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much! Pull out!
He ignored her, thrusting hard with each stroke, each one trying to tear her apart. Her lubricant flowed out, soaking the bedsheets. The pain. The humiliation. They mixed with an uncontrollable, sick pleasure. She was no longer herself. She was just a hole for men to use as they pleased. Pain. So much pain. But deep inside, a spasm. Not pain. It was pleasure. Oh god. It was pleasure. Her cries gradually turned into wild moans.
– A… a… oh… god… so deep… so good… fuck my ass…
She completely gave up, letting the strange man trample on her body and soul.
At the same time, the plane carrying Troc landed at Noi Bai airport. He stepped out of the gate, took a deep breath of the hot and humid air of Hanoi. He didn’t know how he would face Duc Anh. He didn’t care. The desire to see Linh, to participate in that sick game, overwhelmed everything.
Duc Anh, sitting in his apartment, looked at his watch. He knew Troc was home. He also knew where his wife was and who was tormenting her. Everything was under control. He smirked. The drama was about to get intense.
Linh, after being tortured to the point of exhaustion by the stranger, staggered back home. Little did she know that another, even more terrible storm was waiting for her ahead. The vortex had sucked her in, and there was no way out.