Chapter 5: Cruel Revelation
Late at night, Duc Anh and Linh’s small apartment in Hanoi was bathed in the soft yellow light from the table lamp next to the sofa, casting a cozy atmosphere but hiding a wordless tension, like a fragile thread about to break. The sound of traffic on the street echoed softly, mixed with the sound of the ceiling fan whirring overhead, creating a symphony of the city night. The two boys were fast asleep in their own room, their steady breathing coming through the half-closed door, like a fragile barrier between the fake peace and the storm of emotions about to explode.
Linh sat on the sofa, looking relaxed in a sheer white silk nightgown with her full breasts peeking out through the soft fabric. Her shoulder-length hair was still damp from the shower, faintly smelling of pure jasmine shampoo. She was busy checking the goods for the online lingerie shop, her hand swiping on the phone, her voice chattering innocently to Duc Anh about a new order. She laughed heartily, her eyes sparkling innocently, not knowing that in just a few minutes, that peaceful curtain would be torn apart, and everything in her world would collapse.
Duc Anh sat next to her, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his eyes never left Linh, attentively observing his wife’s every move. He wore a gray T-shirt and shorts, his appearance lazy but his heart was pounding, nervous and excited to the extreme as he prepared to reveal the shocking secret: the third person in the affair in Hoi An was none other than Troc – Linh’s real brother. He watched the secretly recorded video from that night over and over again, every moment Linh moaned lewdly, every sob full of pleasure when her pussy was soaked under Troc’s big cock, until her face was covered in semen, her eyes sparkling with extreme satisfaction. The cuckold blood in him rose strongly, making his cock slightly erect in his pants, a sick desire to be satisfied. He knew Linh would be shocked, would be extremely angry, and might even turn her back on him forever. But he believed that the latent lust he had aroused for eight years would help her cross the moral line, if he persuaded her skillfully.
He put down the phone, turned off the TV, then pulled Linh closer, his hand gently caressing her thigh through the silk dress, his voice warm but full of weight: “Honey, I want to talk. There’s something I want you to see.” Linh looked up, the giggle still lingering on her lips, her eyes flirtatious, thinking he was teasing her like always. “What’s so mysterious, husband? What do you want me to watch, another ‘ adult ‘ clip to heat up tonight?” She winked, leaned over, her full breasts lightly touching his hand, making him even harder, but he tried to hold back a forced smile, opening the laptop on the table. Linh leaned on his shoulder, her voice sweet and seductive: “Honey, why are you so serious? Is there another surprise waiting for me?” Duc Anh didn’t answer, his heart was beating so fast it was crazy, his fingers trembled slightly when he pressed the play button, the play had begun.
The laptop screen lit up, clearly showing the scene of the villa bedroom in Hoi An, the dim light shining on the white silk bed sheets, everything was still imprinted in Linh’s mind. Linh’s own lewd moans rang out, sweet, incredibly satisfied: “So good… honey… harder… I’m so happy… Make me come…” The image of her kneeling between two men, her pussy soaked, her breasts shaking with each thrust, her face covered in semen, sparkling with pleasure was clearly shown in every detail. Linh initially still smiled, thinking this was her husband’s familiar seduction trick, she glared at Duc Anh and teased: “Husband is so naughty, secretly filming his wife again? What are you going to do to his wife again?” She leaned closer to him, her hand caressing his chest through his t-shirt, but the smile on her lips suddenly disappeared, stiffening when the camera zoomed in on the third person’s face.
The face of Troc – her real brother – appeared clearly on the screen, his eyes were full of desire, full of lust as he looked at her, his hand tightly squeezed her plump ass, his big cock thrusted hard into her pussy, everything was so cruelly real. Linh was in extreme shock, her eyes widened, her hands trembled, she screamed loudly: “You… Troc? No… why is it him? What are you doing? This isn’t true!” She pushed the laptop away, the sofa creaked under her force, her face paled, her heart pounding as if it was about to burst out of her chest. She stood up, covering her face, her voice lost in horror: “No… no way… are you kidding me? This isn’t Troc! Tell me, tell me it isn’t…” Duc Anh grabbed her hand, his voice gentle but firm, undeniable: “Honey, calm down. This is true. The third person that night was Troc.”
Linh jerked her hand away, screaming in pain, tears streaming down her face: “Are you crazy? How dare you do that? He’s my brother! My real brother!” She sobbed, her body trembling nonstop, like a small leaf in a raging storm. She felt cruelly betrayed, as if her whole world was collapsing under her feet. She turned to him, her eyes filled with anger, confusion, and fear: “You knew from the beginning, right? You deliberately let me… let me do that with him? Don’t you think it’s wrong? You’re a bastard!” Duc Anh stood up, wrapping his arms around her, but she pushed him away: “Don’t touch me! What do you think I am? A whore for you guys to play with? Answer me!”
In her anger and pain, the memories of that night’s pleasure suddenly came back, as clear as if it had just happened: her wet pussy, her slutty moans, the feeling of crazy pleasure under Troc’s big cock. Guilt was like a sharp knife stabbing straight into her heart, each and every time: How could I feel so good? I did that with my own brother… Was it incest ? She was confused, wondering over and over: Why did Troc agree? What was he thinking when he fucked his own sister? Was he disgusted with me? She sat down on the sofa, covering her face and sobbing, not daring to look at Duc Anh, not daring to face this cruel, brutal truth.
Duc Anh knelt down in front of her, took her hand, his voice gentle but firm: “My love, calm down. I did this because I love you, and I want you to be happier than ever. I know you have secret desires, you like pleasure, and I want you to experience this special thing, something you don’t dare admit. I want you to live true to your instincts.”
Linh shouted, cutting him off, her voice full of bitterness: “Stop talking! That’s my brother! It’s incest ! You don’t understand how I feel! You don’t understand how I feel!” She cried, her voice lost in pain: “What do you see me as? A toy for your sick hobbies?” Duc Anh held her hand tighter, his sincere eyes unwavering: “No, honey. Listen to me. Brother Troc also loves you, in his own way. You see how good he makes you feel, right? I just want you to live truthfully, not to hold yourself back anymore.” He pointed at the laptop screen, the video still stopped at the scene of Linh moaning wildly, her face covered in semen. “I see you as beautiful, more seductive than ever. I don’t want you to be ashamed of your pleasure, I don’t want you to have to lie to yourself anymore.”
Linh pushed him away, stood up and ran into the bedroom, locking the door, as if to lock herself away from the cruel world. She shouted through the door: “Leave me alone! I don’t want to talk anymore! Don’t bother me!” Duc Anh knocked on the door, his voice gentle and worried: “Honey, open the door. I was wrong for not telling you in advance. Let’s talk clearly, I don’t want you to be hurt anymore.” But Linh didn’t open the door, she locked herself in the room, hugged her pillow and sat on the bed, sobbing, her heart in turmoil, not knowing what to do. Duc Anh sighed and sat down on the sofa to give her some space, the image on the laptop stopped at the scene of his wife moaning, like a wordless reminder of the climax of that night.
In the bedroom, Linh hugged her pillow and cried until she was exhausted, her heart filled with anger and pain. She thought about Duc Anh: Why did he do that? He loved me, why did he let me do such a wrong, disgusting thing? And Troc, the brother who used to protect her when she was little, was now fucking her like a whore, ejaculating on her face: Why did he agree? What did he think of me? Was he disgusted with me, or did he enjoy it? She blamed herself, her voice whispering weakly: “Why didn’t I realize? I was so stupid, letting them do that!” Linh remembered the pleasure of that night, her wet pussy, her slutty moans, the crazy feeling of pleasure. The guilt stabbed like a knife, “Why do I feel so good? I did that with my brother… Who am I? What the hell am I?”
In extreme confusion, Linh began to recall the unusual details of that night in Hoi An. The silk blindfold was tied tighter than usual, as if intentionally preventing her from seeing. The third person did not say a word, even though she moaned and talked dirty about Troc continuously: Why was he so silent? The previous times, strangers always said a few words, even if they were just empty words. Why did he not say anything this time? Was he afraid that she would notice? She suddenly realized that she had entered the game faster than ever, without any hesitation or shyness: The previous times, it took me a long time to relax, to reach the peak. Why did it feel so crazy this time as soon as it started? Because I talked dirty about Troc? Or…? The confusion and doubt gradually became an invisible link, haunting her: No, it couldn’t be… That was unacceptable! But why was I so horny when I was with him? The inner turmoil made her painful, not daring to face the haunting pleasure and guilt.
The images of that night kept lingering in her mind: she was on her knees sucking his cock, her pussy was soaking wet, moaning lustfully: “So good… harder… I want more…” Linh tried to push those images away but to no avail, her pussy was slightly wet again, her body betrayed her mind, as if an underground current was running through it. She blamed herself: “Why am I like this? Am I crazy?” She was exhausted, cried herself to sleep, and fell asleep on the bed, but her sleep was fitful, haunted by the image of Troc fucking her, Duc Anh kissing her, and her own lustful moans. She woke up several times during the night: What should I do? I can’t live like this forever…
While Linh was still locked in her room, her phone lit up, signaling a new message from Telegram. It was an unfamiliar account, but she immediately recognized it as Troc’s through the message content. He wrote: “I know you’re in shock, and I’m sorry for not telling you in advance. On the other side, I was lusting after you through the photos Duc Anh posted – you were more beautiful, sexy, and attractive than I thought. That night, I couldn’t control myself. If you can’t accept this, I’ll go back to Japan and never come back to Vietnam again. I don’t want you to suffer any more pain.” The message was long and sincere, accompanied by an old photo: Linh holding Troc’s hand, smiling brightly, a pure childhood memory, completely opposite to the present.
Linh trembled as she read and reread the message, her heart in turmoil. She never expected that Troc’s feelings for her would go beyond the limits of siblings, a truth that was both disgusting and strangely softened her heart. She recalled the memory of her brother who had always protected and sheltered her when she was young, and now she didn’t want him to leave forever: Why did he say that? If he leaves, I’ll never see him again… She thought about the photos Duc Anh had posted on X – short skirts, bikinis, sexy nightgowns – and wondered: Did he desire me through those photos? Why me? She didn’t reply to the message, deleted it from the screen but didn’t block it, leaving an indescribable emotional void. She hugged her pillow tighter, sobbing: “Should I talk to him? No, I can’t… But I don’t want you to go forever.”
Linh locked herself up all day without eating or drinking anything, her heart felt like it was being torn into pieces. She thought about Troc, about the memories of their close friendship: he took her to school, carried her on his back through flooded roads, secretly gave her money to buy candy when her mother scolded him. But now, he… She was crazy with curiosity: What was he thinking when he did that? Was he disgusted with her? Or did he really like her? Linh shook her head to dispel those thoughts, but the pleasure of that night still haunted her, making her pussy slightly wet: Why am I like this? I’m crazy…
The next morning, Linh woke up, exhausted, her eyes swollen from crying too much. Looking at herself in the mirror, her hair messy in her crumpled nightgown, she told herself: “I can’t avoid it forever. I have to talk to Duc Anh, I have to face the truth.” She opened the bedroom door, walked out to the living room and saw Duc Anh asleep on the sofa, his laptop still open as if waiting for her. She called softly: “Honey… wake up…” Duc Anh woke up, his eyes worried, he immediately stood up and hugged her tightly: “Honey, I’m so worried… Are you okay? Are you okay?”
Linh sobbed in his arms, all her pent-up emotions bursting out like a broken dam: “You… why did you do that to me? I don’t know what to do now…” She hugged him tightly, both angry and in need of comfort, tears soaking his shirt. Duc Anh stroked her hair, whispering in a loving voice: “I was wrong, my love. I know I was wrong for not telling you first. Open your heart and we’ll talk. Whatever you want, I’ll listen, I promise.” His sincerity made Linh less confused even though her heart was still in turmoil. They sat down on the sofa, Linh wiped her tears, her voice trembling: “I’m angry with you, very angry, why did you hide that from me? I feel ashamed, like a whore when I was so crazy with him… I don’t know what to do now…”
She asked him to explain: “Why did you do that? What were you thinking when you let Mr. Troc… do that to me? Don’t you think it’s wrong? Aren’t you afraid that I’ll hate you?” Linh’s voice was broken with pain and shame: “I’m really happy, I don’t deny that. But he’s my brother, do you understand? I can’t accept it…” Duc Anh held her hand tightly, his voice sincere: “I was wrong for not telling you in advance, honey. But I love you, and I want you to be happy more than anything. Mr. Troc also loves you in his own way. I saw how happy you were in the video, I just want you to be true to yourself, not suppress your pleasure anymore.”
He shared about Troc: “Troc texted me, saying that he loves you, and he just wants you to be happy. He is willing to leave if you can’t accept this, but he doesn’t disgust you, he just loves you, Linh.” Linh cried loudly: “I don’t want him to go, but I need time to accept this. I want to see him and clarify everything, I want to face him. I promise you, I won’t hide anything from you anymore, right?” Duc Anh nodded, holding her hand tighter: “I promise. We will talk frankly with Troc. I just want you to be happy, I want you to be yourself.” Linh nodded and wiped her tears, her heart felt much lighter when she saw the love and understanding in his eyes. She calmed down somewhat, even though she knew that Duc Anh loved her deeply, she was still torn, deceiving herself that she wanted to talk because of him and Troc, not because of the haunting pleasure that night had planted in her mind.
That night, Linh agreed to sleep with Duc Anh, but asked not to mention this matter immediately. She lay next to him, her heart still torn between reason and instinct, between morality and pleasure, but his warmth made her less confused and felt comforted. Duc Anh hugged her and whispered: “Honey, I love you. Take it slow, we will solve everything together.” He knew Linh had begun to open up, even if it was just the first step, and he felt extremely relieved. Before going to sleep, he texted Troc: “My wife watched the video, she was a bit shocked but now she’s better. She wants to meet me to clarify everything.” Troc replied immediately: “Okay. I will meet and tell you everything frankly. Thank you.”
Linh lay on the bed, her eyes staring at the ceiling, thinking about Troc’s text message, the haunting images of last night still lingering in her mind. She wondered: What will I say to him? Can I accept this relationship? How will I overcome this? The tense atmosphere in the room, hinting at the upcoming emotional and lustful encounter, leaving the big question: Will Linh cross the moral line, accept her hidden lustful instincts, or forever be torn between sin and love?