Chapter 28

Both of them were breathing fast now, hot and rough. The cramped bathroom had just enough room for two people standing pressed close together. The air was stifling, wet, the smell of soap mixed with the smell of a man and a woman, making everything even more heated.

The wet smacking of tongues wrapped around each other, the hard breathing, and the thudding of their hearts rang clear in that narrow space.

Lan was scared. Scared her children out in the room would wake. Scared someone might knock on the door. But that fear itself made her wetter, more excited. This sneaking around, this forbidden thing, brought a strange kind of pleasure she had never had before.

Mr. Quan looked at the woman in front of him with eyes full of satisfaction.

Lan at that moment was dirty, frightened, and shy all at once. Her eyes were wet and shining, her cheeks red, her lips trembling a little. That was exactly what Mr. Quan had always looked for. He did not like cheap women, drunk as hell and taken into a hotel. He liked conquest. He liked watching a woman willingly kneel, willingly lick, willingly beg him to put his cock into her cunt.

Lan slowly slid down, kneeling on the cold bathroom floor. She put both hands around Mr. Quan’s hot, stiff cock, looked up once, then opened her mouth and took it in.

She licked from the base up to the head, her tongue wrapping around the shaft with a hardworking care. She licked everywhere, from his heavy balls to the ridge of the head, then took it deep into her mouth and sucked hard.

“Mm ... mm...”

The wet sucking sounds filled the narrow space.

Lan pulled her mouth back a little, panting, spit stretching in a long thread from her lips to the head of his cock. She looked at the broad, shiny cock in front of her and whispered in a shaking voice, shy and dirty at once:

“Yours ... tastes so good...”

Mr. Quan stroked Lan’s hair, his voice hoarse with desire:

“If you like it, suck harder. Lick it clean for me...”

Lan bit her lower lip lightly, eyes wet as she looked up at him, then bent down again and took his cock deep into her mouth. She sucked harder, her head moving in and out, her tongue tight around the shaft. The “chut chut chut” sounds grew louder in the small bathroom.

Mr. Quan leaned his back against the wall, one hand gripping Lan’s hair, his hips pushing forward slightly, letting his cock slide deeper into her mouth. His eyes looked down at the woman kneeling before him with plain satisfaction.

Lan was both scared and pleased. She knew she was doing something very dangerous, but the more dangerous it was, the less she could stop.

Mr. Quan reached out and opened the bathroom door, stepping out first. He pulled Lan after him. She was completely naked, with only her black thong pulled to one side, exposing her pink cunt, wet and swollen.

The night-light in the room was dim and yellow. The two children were sleeping soundly on the bed, breathing evenly, knowing nothing. They were only a few meters away.

Lan trembled from fear and excitement. Her heart thudded. She glanced once at her children, then quickly turned her face away, not daring to look long. The sneaking made her both terrified and strangely dirty.

Mr. Quan did not say a word. He pulled Lan to a corner of the wall a little closer to the bed, turned her around, and pressed both her hands against the wall. Then he yanked the thong down to Lan’s knees.

Lan automatically bent forward, ass raised high behind her. Her wet pink cunt was open now, slick running in a long line down her inner thigh. She bit her lip hard, trying to hold in her breathing so she would not wake the two children.

Mr. Quan stood behind her, one hand holding his stiff cock, pressing the broad head against Lan’s cunt, rubbing it lightly up and down a few times to make it smoother.

Lan trembled all over, whispering so softly it was almost no sound:

“Gentle ... be gentle ... my children are sleeping right here...”

Mr. Quan did not answer. He tightened his hands on Lan’s hips, then slowly pushed his hips forward.

His cock slowly slid into her cunt, centimeter by centimeter, spreading the hot wet flesh open.

“Ah...!!”

Lan bit her lip hard, both hands gripping the wall. She tried to hold in the moan, but a small sound still escaped her throat. The more scared she was, the tighter her cunt squeezed Mr. Quan’s cock.

Mr. Quan bent close against Lan’s back and whispered beside her ear in a hoarse voice:

“Raise your ass higher ... Don’t cry out loud.”

After that, he began to move his hips, slowly pushing his cock in and out of Lan’s cunt. Every thrust was deep and firm. The small wet “chot chot” sound rang in the quiet bedroom.

Lan braced her hands against the wall, ass high, her breasts swaying with the rhythm of the fucking. She was scared the two children would wake, and yet she was trembling from pleasure. Her cunt juices ran out more, dripping onto the floor.

Mr. Quan squeezed Lan’s breast hard with one hand and held her hips tight with the other, continuing to fuck her from behind with a slow but strong rhythm, just enough for both of them to feel the full pleasure of this dangerous sneaking.

Mr. Quan was moving slowly but deep from behind when suddenly, one of the two children on the bed stirred hard. The younger child murmured in sleep, voice thick and drowsy:

“Mom ... Mom...”

Lan jerked as if shocked by electricity. Her whole body went stiff, her cunt clamping around Mr. Quan’s cock so hard he had to grit his teeth. Lan’s heart pounded like it would burst. She panicked so badly her legs shook.

Mr. Quan also stopped at once, his cock still buried deep inside her cunt. Both of them held their breath, not daring to move. Lan bit her lip until blood came, cold sweat breaking out all over her body. She was so scared tears nearly spilled out.

Luckily, the child only moved around for a moment, then breathed evenly again, sinking back into deep sleep.

Lan panted, her voice shaking, whispering almost without sound:

“You ... hurry up ... I’m so scared...”

Mr. Quan tightened his grip on Lan’s hips and began fucking her hard from behind. The sound of flesh hitting flesh came fast and clear in the quiet room:

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Every thrust was hard and deep, his huge cock moving in and out of Lan’s soaked cunt without stopping.

Mr. Quan fucked hard while sliding his right hand down, using two fingers to rub hard over her swollen clit. He rubbed fast, circling, pressing lightly, then rubbing harder again. Lan’s clit quickly swelled from the stimulation, red-pink and terribly sensitive.

“Ah ... aaah...!!”

Lan arched violently, her eyes rolling white, her mouth open. She could no longer control herself. Cunt juice ran like a stream, flowing down her white thighs and dripping onto the floor in little puddles.

Mr. Quan knew Lan was about to come. He did not stop his hand, still rubbing her clit hard. When Lan began to shake in waves, he lifted that hand, soaked with her cunt juice, and pushed two fingers into Lan’s mouth.

Lan immediately sucked tight on his two fingers, sucking hard like she was sucking cock, spit running down. At the same time, she crazily shook her ass backward, thrusting hard along with Mr. Quan’s rhythm.

Smack smack smack smack smack!

The sounds grew faster and louder. Lan sucked on Mr. Quan’s fingers with wet gulps while shaking her ass like a madwoman, her cunt squeezing tight around the cock stabbing hard into her.

Lan’s body arched from pleasure, her breasts swinging hard, cunt juice still running, soaking her thighs and the floor. She moaned in her throat, but Mr. Quan’s two fingers blocked her mouth, so the sounds came out only as hoarse, filthy noises:

“Ah ... aaah ... mmm...!!!”

Mr. Quan gritted his teeth, one hand holding Lan’s hip, the other pushing two fingers deep into her mouth, still fucking hard as if he wanted to tear open the wildly clenching cunt of the woman trembling before him.

Lan could not take it anymore.

Her body jerked violently, shaking in waves. Her cunt clenched hard, and a hot stream of cunt juice sprayed out, splattering down onto the floor and Mr. Quan’s thighs. She arched, both hands clawing the wall, mouth sucking tight on Mr. Quan’s two fingers while she moaned in her throat:

“Ah ... aaah ... aaaa...!!!”

The orgasm hit so hard Lan’s legs almost could not hold her up. Her body kept twitching, cunt juice running without stop.

Mr. Quan let go and pulled his cock suddenly out of Lan’s cunt. He slapped her reddened ass twice. Lan understood at once. She turned around, dropped to her knees on the floor in front of Mr. Quan, raised her face, and opened her mouth to wait.

Mr. Quan held his stiff cock and jerked hard a few times. Only a few seconds later, he growled low in his throat.

Hot thick streams of semen shot hard onto Lan’s face. Some hit her hair, her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips, even her tongue. Lan closed her eyes and opened her mouth wider, taking each spurt of Mr. Quan’s cum.

When Mr. Quan finished shooting, Lan immediately put her mouth around his still-twitching cock and sucked clean the last drops left behind. She licked from the base up to the head with hardworking care, not leaving a single drop, licking and swallowing in wet gulps.

Mr. Quan looked down at the woman kneeling at his feet with satisfaction and whispered:

“You’re really filthy ... Cunt getting fucked, mouth sucking fingers ... You want to play with two cocks at once or what?”

Lan’s face went red. She lowered her head, not daring to look at him. Her cheeks burned with shame, but her cunt was still clenching in little waves, cunt juice still leaking nonstop.

Mr. Quan pulled up his pants, put his shirt back on, then bent and stroked Lan’s hair once. His voice was low.

“I’m going now.”

After saying that, Mr. Quan opened the room door and stepped out without looking back.

Lan stayed kneeling on the floor, completely naked, her face covered in semen, her hair a mess. Her cunt was still squeezing in waves, slick mixed with semen running down her thighs. She wiped the cum on her face lightly with her hand, panting, eyes both satisfied and panicked.

She stayed kneeling there for a long time, not daring to stand.

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That night, Quoc lay in Minh’s old room.

The room was small, the ceiling low, the walls yellowed from damp. The electric fan turned slowly overhead, blowing out a dry, weak wind. Outside in the yard, now and then came the sound of someone walking past, slippers scraping over the cement, then silence again. Late at night, the rental block was like a tired thing, lying in the dark and breathing.

Quoc lay on his side on the thin mattress. His back still tingled from the ointment. The shirt Mai had given him hung on the door hook, and the bag of new clothes sat neatly at the foot of the bed. Everything was cleaner than the places where he had slept before. So clean it made him feel unused to it.

He closed his eyes.

Then that dream came again.

Calling it a dream was not quite right. It had no beginning, no end, not like the dreams people forgot as soon as they woke. It was like a piece of life someone had cut out, soaked in dirty water, then every night fished up and placed in front of him.

At first it was always the hospital.

The smell of disinfectant. The smell of cold boxed rice. The smell of bedding that had not seen sun in a long time. Long hallways, carts rattling, sick people lying there waiting for their turn to hurt a little more. Quoc was much smaller then than he was now. He had gotten used to the hospital the way people got used to their own home. Used to his mother’s coughing at midnight. Used to waking every morning and looking at her face to guess whether she could hold on that day.

And used to Sister Quynh appearing every two weeks.

She usually came without warning. Some days she wore an old jacket, some days she carried a little fruit, a few boxes of milk, a pack of sweet cakes, or only a serving of rice with extra meat. When Quoc saw her at the end of the hallway, his heart lit up. In that world full of medicine smell and groaning, Sister Quynh was like a window opened to the sky.

She took him out to eat. Sometimes it was only a bowl of hu tieu in front of the hospital gate, sometimes a banh mi with more meat than usual. She bought medicine for his mother, asked the doctor things Quoc did not understand, paid the missing money at the cashier counter, then sat down by the sickbed and told his mother a few cheerful stories. She smiled beautifully. So beautiful that Quoc believed there could not be anyone in the world more beautiful than her.

For many years, he lived by that rhythm.

Once every two weeks.

Two weeks felt as long as a dry season, then she came again. Every time she appeared, Quoc felt his life had not been completely abandoned. He did not dare name that feeling. When he was small, he thought she was like an older sister. A little older, he began to feel ashamed because every time she rubbed his head, his heart beat faster. Older still, he began secretly thinking that if one day he had money, he would marry her.

That thought was stupid. He knew. But poor people sometimes lived by stupid things like that.

Then one day, Sister Quynh brought Minh.

Minh was neatly dressed then, spoke politely, always smiling. He bowed to Quoc’s mother, asked a few questions, and even bought Quoc a box of milk. But Quoc disliked him as soon as he saw him. Not because Minh did anything wrong. Because he did nothing wrong at all. Everything was measured, in the right place, like a man who had practiced beforehand how to be good.

Quoc sat beside the sickbed, watching Minh stand next to Quynh, and felt something inside him shrink.

Sister Quynh smiled at Minh in a different way.

Not the way she smiled at Quoc. That smile was softer, a little shy, a little trusting. Quoc saw it, then lowered his head and crushed the milk box in his hand. Only then did he understand that she would marry in the end. One day she would have her own house, her own children, her own life. He would still be at the hospital, beside his mother, like a shadow mixed into the hallway.

She would not marry him.

The thought made Quoc so sad he did not want to eat all day. But he had no right to be sad either. Sister Quynh had never promised him anything. All of it was him thinking it up, keeping it, turning her into the only thing he could lean on.