Chapter 27.A: Escape from the Flesh
The storm passed.
The silence suddenly fell, heavy and thick. Only the three people’s panting remained, intertwined in the darkness. Three naked bodies lay on top of each other on the leather sofa, a mess of sweaty and semen-slicked flesh.
No one moved. They were exhausted, drained of every ounce of energy.
But then, in the silence of exhaustion, Ngan suddenly stirred. A shiver not of pleasure, but of the stark reality of what had just happened suddenly rushed into her mind.
She had to go. Had to get out of here. Now.
She began to disentangle herself from the tangled mass of limbs. Her movements were clumsy and weak. She pushed Tung’s heavy arm away from her waist, and gently pushed Minh’s leg off her lap. She scrambled to her feet, nearly falling when her bare feet touched the cold wooden floor.
Tung and Minh both opened their eyes. They said nothing, just lay there silently, observing her in the dim light.
Ngan stood up straight, her back to them. Her figure appeared in the weak moonlight coming in from the window. It was a sight both humiliating and deadly seductive. Her smooth bare back glistened with sweat. Her round buttocks, which were Tung’s territory, were marked with red handprints from spankings and rough squeezing. And along her inner thighs, a stream of milky white liquid, a mixture of the semen of both men, was slowly flowing down.
She didn’t dare look back. Hot shame rose in her throat. She frantically searched for her clothes, grabbing them from the floor. She pulled them on hastily. Her panties clung to her still-damp skin. Her trembling fingers struggled with each button.
Only after she finished dressing did she dare to turn around, but she didn’t dare look them in the eye. She just looked at the floor, her voice low, almost inaudible.
“I… I’m going back to my room.”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She rushed to the door, grabbed the handle, turned it, and slipped out like a cat. The door closed behind her, leaving the two men alone in the room filled with the smell of orgy.
Silence fell again, but this time it had a different meaning.
The room fell silent once more, leaving only the two men. Ngan’s scent still lingered in the air. After a long while, Minh was the first to move. He reached out and patted Tung on the shoulder.
That pat on the back wasn’t a congratulations. It was an acknowledgment. We did this together.
Tung was startled, then woke up from a nightmare. He looked at Minh, then looked down at his own naked body, at the dried semen on his stomach. He said nothing, just nodded slightly.
The two of them dressed quietly in the darkness, avoiding eye contact. They were no longer rivals, nor were they exactly friends. They were accomplices.
Together, the two boys quietly left the room, closing the door to the crime scene, leaving behind a messy room and a secret that would forever bind them together.