Chapter 42: The Breach of Contract
The first half is over.
Ngan lay sprawled on the carpet, her body limp, without any strength left. She had climaxed three times, tasting the semen of all three men. She was tired, a sweet, aching tiredness. She lazily opened her eyes, looked at the three culprits lying around her, also out of breath.
She smiled slightly. She needed to wash up.
She propped herself up on her hands and slowly sat up. She didn’t cover herself up. She stood up, her legs shaking slightly, and walked towards the bathroom. All three men looked up, silently watching her every step. They looked at her white waist, at her round, shaking ass, and at the stream of her own fluids running down her legs.
A moment later, the sound of rushing water was heard. Then her voice came from inside, half complaining, half teasing.
“This is terrible! The three of us… bully one of you! Making her swallow so much, she’ll choke to death!”
Minh turned to look at Tung, a wild smile beginning to form on his lips again. Adrenaline was still boiling in his blood. He couldn’t get enough.
The bathroom door opened.
Ngan stepped out, wrapped only in a white towel. Her hair was wet, dripping water onto her shoulders. Her skin, after being washed, was rosy and warm. She looked clean, pure, and strangely fragile.
She walked to the large leather sofa in the corner of the room and lay down. “Okay…” her voice was tired and a little coy. “Let me rest for a while… I’m so tired… You guys are as strong as buffaloes.”
She closed her eyes, thinking that the game was really over.
But she was wrong.
The silence was torn by a scream.
“BREAK FOR WHAT!” Minh roared. “THE PARTY JUST STARTED! SECOND HALF, NO RULES!”
Before Ngan could open her eyes, he had pounced like a leopard, grabbing her ankles. At the same time, Tung, as if he had understood, immediately moved, grabbing her arms that were trying to resist. Quan, without a moment’s hesitation, slid his hands under her back and buttocks, supporting her weight.
“Ah! Are you crazy!” Ngan shouted, half scared and half excited. “What are you guys doing? Put me down!”
The towel slipped off. Her clean, naked body was once again completely exposed.
They didn’t answer. Together, all three of them lifted her limp body into the air. For a moment, she hung helplessly in their arms. They didn’t carry her back to the carpet. They carried her like a trophy and tossed her onto the leather sofa.
The cold leather of the chair pressed against her still warm back. Before she could regain her composure, the three of them surrounded her. Minh climbed onto the sofa, blocking the top. Tung stood on one side. Quan stood on the other. She was trapped.
Minh bent down, face to face with her, he laughed loudly, a laugh of absolute madness.
“That’s it, Nurse! The one-on-one game is over.” He paused, licking his lips. “Now it’s time… for the whole pack to eat!”
They didn’t give her time to breathe.
Tung, with his strength, was the first to act. He spread her legs wide open, without a word of foreplay, thrust his large penis straight into her already wet cave. At the same time, Minh from above, grabbed her hair, pushed her head down and forced her to swallow his erect penis.
Ngan was attacked from both sides.
Her pussy was filled with Tung’s cock, feeling the strong, urgent thrusts. Her mouth was filled with Minh’s cock, feeling the slippery in and out. She wanted to scream but couldn’t. All the sounds were muffled into meaningless moans in her throat.
But the game isn’t over yet.
Quan, the third person, did not participate in the two main entrances. He was a different stream. He knelt beside the sofa, where Ngan’s breasts were squeezed between two men’s bodies. After torturing them with his hands and mouth for a while, he reached for the bottle of lubricant on the table, poured some into his hand. He went to Ngan’s anus, which was contracting from stimulation.
“This door… is still open,” he whispered, his cold voice lost among the moans and gasps.
He slowly inserted a finger. Ngan jerked, her whole body tensing. The feeling was strange, yet sickeningly stimulating. Then a second finger. She moaned, a muffled moan.
And then, chaos began. They switched positions.
“My turn!” Minh roared. He pulled out of Ngan’s mouth, pushed away the eager Tung and took her vagina. Tung, interrupted, roared angrily. He did not back down, but grabbed Ngan’s head, forcing her to suck him more roughly, as punishment. Quan still persisted with his attack at the back door.
The overlapping, vulgar words rang out like a mad chorus.
“Suck it hard! See, whose cock do you like better?”
“Your pussy feels so good! It’s so tight! Tung just came and it’s still so wet!”
“Look at how red our breasts are! Squeeze them hard, Tung!”
“The asshole can contract too! Do you like it? Tell me?”
Ngan could no longer think. Her mind was a jumble of sensations. The sensation of being filled everywhere. The sensation of her skin being touched, squeezed, bitten, sucked. The pain of her hair being pulled, the pleasure of her clit being stimulated, the humiliation of being forced to serve, and the excitement of being taken. It all blended into one.
She was no longer human. She could only moan, her body convulsing with every thrust, every touch.
She had completely become an instrument to their chaotic symphony.