Nguyễn Hoàng Kim Long lay sprawled on his back on the enormous king-size bed, which looked like a battlefield inside the penthouse suite at the top floor of a five-star hotel overlooking the Saigon River. The room was vast, with gleaming wooden floors reflecting the dim golden light from massive crystal chandeliers hanging overhead. Each crystal droplet sparkled like teardrops of lust. The panoramic view through the floor-to-ceiling tempered glass windows captured the entire Saigon River glittering with neon lights late at night, cargo ships drifting slowly like ghosts of the past. Soft light cascaded onto his body, making his tanned, sweat-glistened skin shine as if coated in premium oil. Every vein and muscle stood out clearly beneath his firm skin—bulging pectorals, broad shoulders, and a rock-hard six-pack abdomen that looked forged from steel. Each muscle fiber quivered slightly with his ragged breathing—the result of four years of relentless daily gym training from 5 a.m. to 7 p.m., lifting heavy weights and running marathons on the treadmill, all to suppress the boiling lust that had surged in his veins since adolescence. Now, all those years of restraint had exploded uncontrollably, like a dam bursting after twenty-six years buried beneath a shell of self-control.
The three "VIP package" prostitutes he had just purchased through the illegal website NightQueen.vn for three hundred million dong per night were wrapping themselves around him like three starving female snakes, competing to devour the richest prey they had ever touched. They had been meticulously selected from the highest-tier profiles: full medical checkups, flawless skin without a single scar, and a scent blending perfume with their natural, intoxicating body odor. Vy, the 22-year-old with long, silky pink-dyed hair cascading down her snow-white back like a stream of silk, was sitting squarely on his face. Her long, slender thighs—skin as smooth as fresh milk, completely flawless—clamped tightly around Long's head like a scorching-hot iron vise, leaving him no space to breathe. Her hips swayed slowly but provocatively, pressing her young, rosy pussy tight against his mouth, flooding his lips with soft, hot, wet flesh. Clear, thick, steaming-hot pussy juice flowed in streams from her slit down his chin and neck, carrying a strong feminine scent—slightly salty and sweet—that shot straight into his nose, driving him wild so that his tongue licked even more frantically. Long opened his mouth wide, his long, thick tongue licking nonstop from her pussy hole up to her tiny, rosy nipples. He sucked hard, gently biting the plump edges of her labia, making Vy jolt violently, then thrust his tongue deep inside, sucking up every drop of her endlessly flowing juices like an underground spring. His left hand squeezed her perfectly curved ass cheeks hard; the soft flesh overflowed between his fingers like dough, hot and elastic under his grip. His middle finger had already plunged deep into her asshole, rotating slowly, clearly feeling the pink flesh contract in waves with Vy's ragged breathing, as if trying to swallow his finger even deeper.
Below, Lan—the 24-year-old with a perfect Instagram hot-girl body, a precisely measured one-meter ass, a wasp-like waist, and endlessly long legs—was kneeling between Long's legs. Her mouth engulfed his massive, rock-hard cock, veins bulging prominently, twenty centimeters long with a girth nearly the size of her wrist, stretching her cheeks to their limit. Saliva streamed from the corners of her mouth down to Long's heavy, pendulous balls, dripping onto the pristine white silk bedsheets. Yet Lan still forced herself to deepthroat him until the head hit the back of her throat, making her gag and cough, tears welling up and sparkling under the chandelier light—but she refused to let go even for a second. Her tongue coiled around it like a living snake, licking from the base to the swollen head each time she pulled back, swirling lightly into the piss slit to add stimulation, sending electric shocks racing up Long's spine. Her right hand caressed his balls, occasionally sucking one into her mouth and sucking hard, tugging gently as if trying to drain all the boiling semen inside.
And Hương, the 21-year-old with healthy tanned skin and D-cup breasts as round and full as two ripe melons, dark brown nipples hard as small pebbles, was sitting on his abdomen. She squeezed her own breasts hard, rubbing her nipples continuously against Long's firm abs, leaving wet streaks of sweat and saliva that created lewd, sticky sounds. Hương smiled lustfully, leaning down to kiss his chest, her teeth gently biting his masculine nipples before licking along every prominent muscle line, sucking hard as if marking her territory, making Long's skin break out in goosebumps of pleasure.
Long sneered, his eyes gleaming with dark lust like a wild beast just released from its cage. Just three days ago, he had still been a penniless physical education teacher at a suburban high school in Saigon. His monthly salary was fifteen million dong, he lived in a cramped two-million-dong rental room, rode an old, rusty motorbike, and his life repeated like a soulless machine: mornings teaching PE under the blazing sun in the schoolyard, afternoons grading papers in the moldy teachers' room, evenings lying alone on his mosquito-netted bed jerking off to the most extreme porn he could find online. He had suppressed himself to the point that sometimes just a glimpse of a female student's short uniform skirt would make his cock rock-hard, forcing him to run to the school toilet to relieve himself in bitter humiliation.
Now, with the 120-billion-dong lottery ticket he had just won (after taxes), he had transformed into a genuine rich bald man overnight. The process had unfolded like an unbelievable whirlwind. Three days earlier, following his weekly habit for the past six years, Long stopped his old motorbike in front of his usual lottery stall on Nguyễn Thị Minh Khai street. He bought five jackpot tickets, each for ten thousand dong, choosing them randomly by instinct. That evening, in his cramped rental room, he turned on the old TV at 6:30 p.m., sat cross-legged on the cold cement floor, eyes glued to the screen. When the special prize numbers appeared—120,000,000,000 dong—he froze, hands trembling as he checked the ticket three times. His heart pounded like war drums. The next morning, he wore his cleanest set of clothes, took the ticket and ID papers, and rode his motorbike to the Ho Chi Minh City Lottery Company headquarters. Staff scanned the ticket with specialized equipment, verified the signature, took photos, and collected fingerprints. They had him sign numerous ownership confirmation documents and ran a background check through the system. Then came the taxes: by regulation, he had to pay 10% personal income tax on the total prize value, equivalent to 12 billion dong. Long sat in the air-conditioned office, watching the accountant deduct the tax on the spot and transfer the remaining 108 billion dong to the bank account he had hastily opened. The money hit his account within two hours, along with official confirmation papers. He immediately withdrew 500 million dong in cash, bought a shiny black Mercedes G63 at the luxury car dealership on Võ Văn Kiệt street, then checked straight into this penthouse suite for a weekly rental of 200 million dong. The entire process happened at lightning speed but in such detail that he still clearly remembered the smell of fresh paper, the humming of the printer, and the trembling of his hand as he signed the prize receipt.
And tonight was the night he officially "ignited" his new life—the life he had dreamed of for twenty-six years in a hell of violence and repression, where lust had been buried beneath a shell of obedience.
"You girls are so good… Tonight, I'm going to let you drink my cum until you're full." Long growled in a deep, masculine voice that echoed through the vast penthouse with its view of the neon-lit Saigon River. His right hand gripped Hương's hair tightly, yanking her so their lips met. His tongue entangled with hers, sucking up her sweet saliva, while Vy continued riding his face like a wild, untamed horse. Long clearly felt Vy's hot pussy juice flooding his mouth, the salty-sweet taste mixed with her strong feminine scent making his cock twitch wildly inside Lan's mouth.
He suddenly sat up, lifting Vy as effortlessly as a weightless doll. His shoulder and arm muscles bulged like steel beneath his glistening skin. He turned and laid her on her back on the pristine white silk sheets, spreading Vy's thighs as wide as possible so her knees touched her shoulders, fully exposing her soaking wet, inviting pussy—rosy and pulsing rhythmically. The massive, dark-red head of his cock pointed straight at it like an arrow ready to pierce through. "Look at me… I'm going to fuck your pussy to pieces right now." Long said, then slammed forward with one powerful thrust. His twenty-centimeter cock plunged fully inside, hitting Vy's cervix with a loud, dry "smack" that echoed throughout the room. "Aaaaahhhh!!! It's too big… You've pierced me through!!!" Vy screamed in ecstasy, her legs jerking wildly as pussy juice sprayed out like a fountain from her slit, soaking Long's abdomen and the bedsheets.
Long didn't stop for even a second. He pounded like an industrial drill, each thrust so brutal that the sound of flesh slapping—"smack smack smack"—echoed throughout the vast penthouse, blending with the heavy breathing and moans of the three girls. Vy's breasts bounced wildly with the rhythm, sweat pouring down and soaking her pink hair. Her mouth hung open, moaning nonstop: "Harder, oppa… Fuck me harder… My pussy's about to be destroyed!!! Deeper… Hit my cervix!!!" Every time he pulled out, Vy's pussy clenched and sucked at his cock as if unwilling to let go, pussy juice stretching into long, sticky strands, pulling glistening clear fluid that shone under the lights. Lan and Hương didn't just watch. Lan knelt right behind Long, squeezing his firm ass cheeks hard, her tongue licking along his burning-hot spine, occasionally slipping down to lick his asshole frantically, swirling her tongue deep inside and making Long groan softly in pleasure. Hương lay beside Vy, kissing Vy's breasts, sucking hard on her rosy nipples, her hand stroking Vy's pussy right where Long was fucking, her fingers occasionally brushing against Long's shaft to heighten the sensation, creating a perfect circle of lust.
He fucked Vy continuously for fifteen minutes without pause. The speed increased until Vy trembled violently, eyes rolling back, reaching her first orgasm. "I'm cumming… I'm cummingggg!!! My pussy is squirting, oppa!!!" Vy screamed as pussy juice sprayed everywhere, drenching the sheets and Long's stomach. But Long didn't pull out. He continued with another thirty thrusts, each one rotating his hips so his cock rubbed Vy's G-spot, making her climax twice more in succession. Her body jerked as if electrocuted, her moans turning hoarse. Only when Vy cried from the overwhelming pleasure, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes, did Long abruptly pull out. His cock remained rock-hard, glistening with pussy juice and twitching. "Your turn." He pulled Lan face-down, lifting her hips high into a perfect doggy-style position, her snow-white, curved ass pointing upward. His cock slammed straight into Lan's pussy from behind, burying deep in one thrust so that Lan screamed: "Oh my god… It's too big… You've pierced me through… My pussy is stretched wide open by you!!!" Lan's face pressed into the silk pillow, her ass raised high to receive every pounding thrust. Long grabbed her hair with one hand and yanked it back, while his other hand slapped her ass hard—"slap slap slap"—leaving bright red handprints on her smooth white skin. Each slap made her ass cheeks jiggle with the rhythm. Hương lay on her back right under Lan's belly, her mouth latching onto Lan's pussy, licking up every drop of juice that flowed out each time Long pulled back. Hương's tongue also licked Long's cock with every powerful thrust, from base to head, swallowing both Lan's pussy juice and her own saliva, creating wet, lewd sounds that echoed through the room.
He varied the rhythm: sometimes slow and deliberate, rotating his hips to let his cock grind against every fold inside Lan's pussy with exquisite precision; other times pounding like thunder, so hard the bed creaked. Lan climaxed three times in a row, her body shaking, tears streaming from sheer ecstasy. Long smiled savagely, pulled his cock out of Lan, then lay on his back in the middle of the bed, his body glistening with sweat under the lights. "All three of you, come here. I want you to ride me at the same time, taking turns until I cum." The three girls didn't need to be told twice. Vy mounted his cock first, her hips bucking wildly like a madwoman. Her pussy clenched tightly around Long's shaft, pussy juice flowing down to his balls. Lan and Hương knelt on either side, letting Long suck on their breasts one by one. Three pairs of snow-white, rosy, round breasts crowded in front of his face. Long sucked and bit hard, his right hand stroking Lan's pussy with fingers plunging deep and swirling fast, while his left hand fingered Hương's pussy, skillfully rubbing her small clit. Vy rode him like crazy for ten minutes, the "smack smack smack" sounds ringing nonstop as sweat dripped from her forehead onto Long's chest. When Vy grew tired and trembled, Lan took over, then Hương. The three girls took turns riding him like a wild horse, each for about seven minutes, for nearly an hour and a half straight. Their combined pussy juices flowed everywhere—across his stomach, thighs, and the bedsheets—creating a glistening, lewd wet puddle under the lights.
Pleasure surged uncontrollably. Long gripped Hương's hips—the one currently riding him—and thrust upward powerfully from below. "I'm cumming… I'm cumming!!!" Long roared savagely. The three girls immediately knelt around him. Vy took the head of his cock deep into her throat. Lan and Hương licked frantically along the shaft and balls. Long could hold back no longer. He erupted with hot, thick ropes of cum shooting straight into Vy's mouth. Vy swallowed half; the rest overflowed from the corners of her mouth. Lan and Hương licked it clean, licking each other's faces and chests as well. Thick white cum coated their lips, chins, and breasts like a lewd, glistening, sticky painting.
They lay panting on the bed, bodies entangled in sweat and bodily fluids. Long stroked the three pairs of bare asses, smiling with deep satisfaction. "Tonight is only the beginning. I've rented you for the whole week—no limits."
Yet in that peak of ecstasy, old memories flooded back like a sweet nightmare, making his cock harden again instantly. Long was born into a broken family beyond salvation. His father—Nguyễn Văn Hùng—was a drunk factory worker at a suburban candy factory. Every night he came home completely wasted, eyes bloodshot, mouth spewing curses. He beat his wife and child mercilessly, using electrical cords, iron bars, even broken liquor bottles. Long still clearly remembered the nights his father whipped his mother's back with an electrical cord and beat him when he was only five. His mother's cries echoed through the cramped house, the sound of breaking bones, blood dripping onto the cold cement floor. His mother—Mrs. Trần Thị Mai—was a seamstress but heavily addicted to gambling. She often brought strange men home right in front of her young son in fifth grade. Long would curl up in a dark corner of the room, watching his mother strip naked, kneel on the floor, and suck the cocks of unfamiliar men with vacant eyes. The creaking bed, his mother's lewd moans of "Harder… Fuck me harder…", the sound of flesh slapping "smack smack"—all of it etched deeply into Long's young mind like an indelible scar. He learned that sexual pleasure was the only thing that could make him forget poverty, violence, and despair—even if only for a fleeting moment.
When Long had just finished fifth grade, tragedy struck like an unavoidable fate. That night, his drunk father came home and discovered his mother having sex with her lover right on the bed. In a frenzy, he beat both of them to death with an iron bar, blood splattering everywhere across the floor. His father was arrested and sentenced to life in prison. His mother died on the spot. Long had no close relatives because both his parents had been orphans. He was sent straight to an orphanage on the outskirts of Saigon—an old, dilapidated three-story building with cracked, peeling walls, a weed-filled playground, and children with vacant eyes, always carrying the musty smell of leaking rain and leftover food.
Life in the orphanage was an eleven-year hell where Long grew up with unhealable wounds. During the day, he was the most obedient child in the institution: the best student in class, always willing to help with chores, smiling brightly at the caregivers and other children to hide his pain. He woke at five in the morning to sweep the vast leaf-strewn yard, mop the floors with ice-cold water, and line up for watery porridge and dry bread in the moldy dining hall with its old wooden tables. In the afternoons, he sat in makeshift classrooms under scorching tin roofs, trying to memorize every word in hopes of a different future, while other children fought or cried from homesickness. But at night, when the lights went out at nine and the cries of the other children echoed through the dark hallways lit only by a single dim yellow neon bulb, sick lust began to awaken in him like a monster locked away too long.
Around puberty at age 14, he started stealing the female caregivers' panties from the shared laundry basket, hiding them in his pillow and masturbating every night under his thin blanket, imagining himself licking their pussies under the faint yellow light from the hallway. The smell of sweat and cheap soap on those panties made him rock-hard all night. His right hand gripped his young cock tightly until his first load of semen spurted out, sticky on his palm and soaking the thin bedsheet. Then one time, the head caregiver—Mrs. Nguyễn Thị Lan, about 33 years old, widowed, with a still-alluring figure, large breasts, and full ass—caught him masturbating with her panties in the old storage room, lit only by a dim neon bulb and filled with the smell of dust and rotting wood. She didn't report him. Instead, she turned him into her sex slave for the next four years, coldly and systematically using him as a tool to satisfy her own desires.
Those years were true hellish pleasure. During the day, Long remained the well-behaved orphan, smiling at everyone and helping Mrs. Lan clean her private room—a small second-floor room with an old wooden bed and thick curtains. But at night, he had to sneak in through the back door, strip naked, kneel on the cold cement floor and lick her pussy until she came, learning how to suck breasts, how to swirl his tongue deep into her asshole, and how to hold back ejaculation so she could be satisfied for hours. Mrs. Lan often wore thin nightgowns without panties, sitting on the old sofa with her legs spread wide, pulling his hair to press his face against her wet slit, whispering: "Lick, boy, lick deeper. I'll teach you how to make a woman feel good." If he didn't make her cum at least three times, she would whip him with a thin leather strap, leaving red welts on his back and ass that burned all night, then caress his cock as a reward, sucking hard until he was about to cum but stopping at the exact moment. Long both hated and craved it. His body matured in sick lust: he learned to make love with his mouth, hands, and every hole on his body. She even once made him have sex with her in front of the other children, hidden behind a curtain in the prayer room while the kids were reciting the Bible. The sound of prayers mingled with heavy breathing and faint flesh-slapping sounds, deepening his shame and total dependence. Those nights, he would curl up on his bunk bed, body aching but cock rock-hard from remembering the salty-sweet taste of Mrs. Lan and how her pussy juice had soaked his face.
When he passed the entrance exam for the University of Physical Education and Sports, Mrs. Lan gave him 10 million dong as "payment for four years of service" and released him with a satisfied smile, like a beast that had finished playing with its toy. Long left the orphanage, moved into the dorm, and studied diligently. During his four years at university, he lived a closed-off life, only working out to build a powerful body and masturbating alone to the most extreme porn. After graduating, he became a high school physical education teacher. Those four years were a repeating hell: teaching, seeing female high school students in short uniforms, suppressing lust to the point of madness, returning to his rental room to jerk off until exhaustion, then repeating the next day.
Until three days ago, when the lottery ticket changed everything.
Long looked at the three girls panting beside him; his cock was once again fully hard. He pulled Vy up, forcing her to kneel in front of him, and shoved his cock deep into her throat. "Keep sucking. I still want to fuck all of you until morning, until you can't even stand."
Vy smiled lewdly, taking him deep and swallowing greedily. Lan and Hương wrapped themselves around him from both sides, licking every inch of his body. Long closed his eyes, letting pleasure swallow him whole. He was no longer the abused orphan boy. No longer the sex slave in the orphanage who knelt licking on cold floors. No longer the poor teacher suppressing his lust. He was Nguyễn Hoàng Kim Long—the 26-year-old rich bald man.
Long flipped Vy onto her back, spreading her legs as wide as possible. He thrust in hard, beginning a new rhythm—slow, deep, and prolonged. This time he would play with every hole, every centimeter of these three girls' bodies, to satisfy all the sick lust he had suppressed for twenty-six years—completely.
The moans rose again without pause in the luxurious penthouse.
"Smack… smack… smack…"
"Oppa… harder… I can't take it anymore… Fuck me to pieces, oppa…"
Long laughed loudly, eyes gleaming. His new life had only just begun. And he would not stop.