Chapter 34: Secret Challenge
The wooden floor of the homestay. The echoes of the first round were still there. Three bodies were stuck together in a mess of blankets and pillows. The atmosphere was no longer formal, it was thick with the smell of flesh and satisfaction. But the silence was only temporary.
Ngan lay between the two, eyes closed but not asleep. She was completely exhausted, her body limp and resigned. Tung and Minh, the initial excitement had passed, but the aftertaste was still boiling. They were not tired. They were recovering, and a new, competitive energy was rising. Tung and Minh’s goal was to assert their superiority over the other in “round 2”. The conflict was Ngan’s quietness versus the two men’s growing competitive spirit.
Minh was the first to act. He was lying on Ngan’s right. He glanced at her body, at Tung lying on the other side, a challenging glance. A smirk, full of hidden meaning appeared on his lips. Then, his hand, which was resting loosely on Ngan’s stomach, slowly moved up, his long fingers lightly gliding over the soft flesh, and completely encircled her right breast, squeezing lightly, a soft “pop” sound. An act of declaring sovereignty, a wordless challenge.
Tung saw everything. He said nothing. His jaw was clenched, his muscles tensed, his eyes darkened. His hand, which was on Ngan’s waist, also began to move down, his rough fingers lightly rubbing her skin, then squeezing hard on one of her plump buttocks, a soft “pop” sound. An act of response, an affirmation of territory, an instinctive possession.
Ngan moaned softly in her throat as she was stimulated from both sides, a strangled moan. She knew what was coming. The game wasn’t over. It had just begun round two, a lustful war for territory.
The war had begun, but not with cocks. It began with hands and tongues, a contest to see who could make Ngan moan louder.
They began a synchronized, yet competitive attack, like two beasts fighting over their prey, each wanting to assert their superiority. Minh focused entirely on Ngan’s breasts. His hands were no longer worshipful, they became rough. He used his fingers to clamp the nipples, kneading them hard, making Ngan scream. His mouth devoured the other breast, sucking hard while biting lightly with his teeth, creating wet “chut chut” sounds and red marks on the white skin.
Tung turned Ngan over a bit, so that her butt was raised higher, exposing his entire territory. He buried his face in it, took a deep breath of the scent of her skin, and used his tongue to explore passionately, licking every crevice. His hands kept squeezing and massaging her round butt with her small, cute tattoo, feeling the softness and elasticity of her skin, as if he were kneading a block of clay. A soft “pop” sound rang out.
They started a verbal war, talking back and forth right on Ngan’s body, turning her into a battlefield.
Minh heard Ngan squeal as he lightly bit her nipple, his voice full of provocation. “See? Sister Nuoi likes me to be bold like this, do you understand?”
Tung, feeling Ngan’s body tremble as his tongue slid across her clit, spoke up, his voice low and possessive. “Shut up. Listen to her moan for me.”
Ngan could no longer think. She was thrown from one pleasure to another, from pain to ecstasy. Her body became an instrument, being played by two mad musicians in a chaotic symphony of desire.
Ngan was hot and wet. The competitive foreplay was complete. It was time for the real invasion, where all boundaries would be broken.
Tung, aroused by Ngan’s competition and moans, could not wait any longer. He was the one to strike first, wanting to prove his strength and endurance, “winning” the first round of the second round.
Tung pushed Minh away a bit, flipped Ngan over and spread her legs wide, exposing her entire wet cave. He didn’t enter right away. He gave Minh a triumphant look, a wordless challenge, then bent down, placed the head of his penis at the cave entrance, and thrust in hard. A deep and thick “slurp” sound rang out. Ngan’s vagina was completely ready, wet and elastic, receiving him easily. His rhythm was fast, strong and possessive, each thrust was a declaration of power. He was trying to use his strength to fill her, to erase all traces of the last time, to assert his power. The sound of flesh hitting each other “bang thump”, the sound of the old bed creaking sadly.
Tung growled, thrusting hard with each word, his voice hoarse. “Whose? Tell me… Your pussy… whose is it now?”
Ngan screamed in pleasure, her voice broken, no longer restrained. “Mine… Tung… Ah… mine…”
The stimulation from both sides, along with Ngan’s affirmation, pushed Tung to the limit. He roared in victory, thrusting the last few wild, powerful thrusts, then ejaculated. A stream of hot, full semen shot deep inside her, an indelible mark, an affirmation of absolute sovereignty. His panting mixed with Ngan’s screams.
He collapsed, gasping for breath, temporarily “victorious”. But the battle was not over, it had only just begun.
Tung pulled out, still panting, his body shaking with exhaustion. There was no time to rest. Minh immediately took the position, like a predator waiting for the right moment. His goal was to prove that he was more “endurable”, to provide a “better” experience and also to claim his own victory.
Minh pushed Tung, who was still tired, aside. He didn’t need Ngan’s permission, he simply took over, an arrogant possession. He sneered at Tung, a mockery. “You’re weak, little brother. Let me show you.”
Minh entered. Ngan’s vagina was now wet and slippery with her fluids and Tung’s semen, a stimulating combination. The feeling was completely different. If Tung was pure strength, then Minh was cunning and technique. His rhythm changed constantly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, not giving her time to adapt, pushing her to the limit of endurance, a sweet torture. The sound of skin slapping against each other “bang thump”, “smack smack” echoed. The old bed creaked.
Tung, after recovering, could not sit still. He crawled up, started using his mouth and hands to “serve” Ngan’s upper body, just like Minh had done to him earlier, a surprising reversal of roles, a revenge full of pleasure.
Minh, with Tung’s help, pushed Ngan to another orgasm, even more intense than the last. She screamed, a heart-rending scream, her whole body convulsing violently. Seeing that scene, Minh could not hold on any longer. He roared, thrust hard the last few times, and also ejaculated fully inside her, the hot, thick semen mixed with Tung’s semen, creating a fusion of two streams, a perfect fusion. The gasps of both of them mingled together.
The race was over. There was only absolute exhaustion. The air was drained of all excitement, only the pungent smell of sweat, sex, and the silence of three exhausted bodies. The sound of the wind whistling through the cracks in the wall, the steady snores from the other side of the room, all blended together to create a symphony of silence.
Ngan lay motionless, eyes open but lifeless, staring at the ceiling. Her body was sore, sticky with the semen of both men from inside and outside, a mess of fluids. The sound of skin sticking together was soft.
Tung and Minh lay sprawled on either side of her, breathless, their chests heaving. Their panting echoed in the room.
Ngan stirred slightly, a small but meaningful movement. She felt a warm, thick stream of liquid slowly flowing from between her legs, sliding down the crack of her ass, a mixture of the semen of two men, an undeniable proof of their orgy. She had no strength to wipe it away. She just lay there, feeling it, feeling the nakedness of the moment.
There was only silence between the three of them who had come to the end of the wilderness together and now didn’t know what to do next.
In Ngan’s mind, a big question hung: “Is this what I want? This chaos? The beast inside me… is it satisfied yet?”
The three of them fell into a tired, dreamless sleep, on the battlefield they had created. The race had ended in a draw, leaving three exhausted bodies and a big question hanging in Ngan’s mind.