Chapter 5 - Reunion

It was a gloomy day in Saigon.

Glancing up at the dark clouds, I hurried to the parking lot, hoping to beat the rain home. Then, a voice, both strange and familiar, called out my name:

• "Hey! Thien, remember me?"

I spun around, an electric current running down my spine.

• "Hieu?!" I stammered.

A tall, imposing man in a sharp suit stood there. It was Hieu, he nightmare of my youth, or rather, the nightmare of my entire family.

His dazzling smile on that handsome face still gave me chills. I lowered my gaze, unable to meet his eyes. Those eyes always felt like a wolf sizing up its prey. And that prey could only bow in submission.

• "Heh, it was just 18 years and you've already forgotten your 'dad,' huh?" Hieu said, stepping forward to pat my shoulder. "Your parents still doing alright?"

I instinctively muttered, "Yes," but then, reminding myself I'm now an adult with a stable career and a happy family, I shouldn't cower.

Taking a deep breath, I looked up. Same bright face, same sly smirk. Seeing Hieu brought a flood of high school memories. Back then, I'd invited this wolf into our home, witnessing my family drown in lustful days.

His question snapped me out of it:

• "Why so dazed? Have you done with work? Got time for a few beers?"
• "I'm busy!" I mustered all my courage to shout, then turned and fled like the devil was chasing me, leaving behind the man and the past I'd always wanted to bury.

It was 18 years ago.

Back then, I was only 18. After Hieu came to our house during my grandparents' visit and used his cum as "coconut milk" for Dad's sponge cake, I knew he'd fully subdued Dad and claimed our family. In my mind, the days ahead would be filled with debauchery. I imagined Hieu brazenly fucking Mom at every meal in front of us, even shooting his load into Dad's bowl, cackling, "A little real man's seasoning for you!"

Those scenes would play out in the living room, bathroom, my parents' bedroom. Dad and I would clean up after the lovers' indulgence. I even pictured Dad kneeling at the foot of their bed, jerking his pathetic little dick, looking up miserably as Hieu's massive, veiny cock thrust rhythmically into Mom's glistening pussy.

But it never happened!

What shocked (and slightly disappointed) me was that Hieu left to study abroad. After failing to get into the top college (no surprise, given his mediocre grades), his dad sent him to the U.S. His sudden absence was like a wake-up call, snapping our family out of that lustful haze. But his casual departure, as if everything that happened meant nothing to him, left me oddly hollow.

Soon after, our family welcomed a new member, my little sister, Tam. Every mention of her stirred conflicting emotions in me. As she grew, Tam looked nothing like Dad. Instead, she inherited Mom's curves and a pair of bright, familiar eyes, the same ones I saw again today. Tam's dark, round eyes always reminded me of Hieu. The thought that Mom bore his child has tormented me for years. Yet, what puzzled me more was Dad's indifference. He doted on Tam, even more than on me, his biological son.

Lost in these tangled thoughts, I pulled up to my house without realizing it. A graceful woman in a kitchen apron hurried out to open the gate. Parking my bike, I smiled at my lovely wife's gentle face and asked, "Hoa, where's our little Bi?" (Bi is our son)

"Bi's inside playing with Grandma and Grandpa. Go shower and change, dinner's almost ready once the braised pork's done. Tam's at her friend's birthday, so she won't eat with us."

I nodded, heading upstairs. After high school, I moved to the city for college, where I met and fell for Hoa, my classmate. To me, she was always gentle and beautiful. Countless rich, handsome guys chased her, yet she chose me, a bookworm buried in studies. Marrying Hoa was my proudest achievement, though our path to the altar was rocky.

After showering, I returned to the kitchen to find the family gathered joyfully around the table. Seeing my parents dote on my chubby son while Hoa served rice, I couldn't help but smile. This was the family I'd worked to build.

After Mom got pregnant with Tam, Dad found a new job, and Mom closed the café to focus on being a devoted wife and mother.

When Hoa was pregnant, Dad retired. Seeing us struggle, my parents sold their rural home and land, moving to the city to buy a two-story apartment for us all to live together. Hoa didn't mind, and having my parents and sister help with her pregnancy gave me peace of mind.

Our family lived happily together. Caught up in that joy, I threw myself into work to provide for our first child's arrival.

• "Here you are!" Hoa smiled, calling me to the table. We ate, laughed, and chatted about everything under the sun. As Mom put food in my bowl, I remembered meeting Hieu earlier. Should I tell my parents to stay cautious? How would they react? Would our peaceful family be torn apart again? Lost in thought, Hoa's voice broke through:
• "Honey, guess who I ran into today?"

I froze, looking at her. Did she know about Hieu and my family's past? Before I could respond, she continued, "I met Viet. Do you remember Viet from our college?"

• "Oh, Viet the Flirt," I sighed in relief. So it was about our college classmate. Viet was a notorious playboy. Not exactly handsome, he had a strange charm with girls. Tall, with a cocky grin, he never failed to seduce anyone he wanted, taken or not. But he never wanted anything serious, toying with one girl after another, earning the nickname ''Viet the Flirt''.

Hoa blushed slightly at the nickname. I asked, "Why do you bring him up?"

• "I ran into him outside our house while coming back from the market. Turns out he's looking to buy a house next door. Quite a coincidence."

I nodded, but unease stirred in me about this potential neighbor. In college, I barely interacted with Viet. We were from different worlds, with opposite personalities. Viet and Hieu were cut from the same cloth, the type that made me anxious yet powerless to resist. I always kept my distance.

My only vivid memory of Viet was our class's final-year camping trip outside of the city. It was our last hurrah as students, so everyone was hyped, bringing beer, meat, and gear for an all-night party. I was still chasing Hoa, seeing the trip as a chance to get closer to her.

But things didn't go as planned. Every time I tried to approach her, some guy, usually Viet, beat me to it, stealing her attention. True to his nickname, Viet flirted relentlessly, making Hoa giggle. I sat in a corner, stewing in shame.

At night, we gathered around a huge bonfire, eating and drinking. Tents were set up for anyone too tired to keep partying. The drinking and singing went late, beer, then liquor, and the group was still going wild. I was tipsy, and the guys kept pushing drinks on everyone, even the girls.

Spotting Hoa swaying unsteadily, I noticed Viet was gone. My chance had come.

• "Hoa, you drunk? Your face is bright red."
• "Oh, sweet Thien! I'm not drunk... just a bit dizzy... hehe..."

Her tipsy words made me blush. She was really drunk, giggling like a child, looking even cuter.

• "Let me help you to a tent to rest."

She didn't protest, so I swallowed hard and boldly helped her up. Touching her sent a thrill through me. Suppressing my excitement, I slowly guided her to a dark, seemingly empty tent in the corner. The other tents were full of noisy groups playing cards or shouting.

Thinking it was empty, I was stunned to find Viet sprawled inside, his legs were spreading wide. I froze, unsure what to do. The other tents were too loud for Hoa to rest, but leaving her out in the dew wasn't an option.

Was it safe to leave her here with Viet?

As I hesitated, my friends called me back to the party. Clouded by ****, I thought, "It's probably fine." With so many people around, Viet wouldn't dare try anything. So, I gently laid Hoa next to him and rejoined the group.

Next day.

I was jolted awake by a kick at dawn.

Remembering what happened last night, I bolted to the tent, flung open the flap, and found it empty.

Turning to leave, my heart sank. Among the tangled blankets was a torn condom wrapper. Nearby, in the corner, was a used condom filled with thick white cum.

Staring at the stretched-out condom, memories of my 16-year-old self flooded back. I saw Mom, naked, writhing under Hieu's chiseled hips. Then Mom's face morphed into Hoa's, and the man pounding her pussy was now Viet. His 1.8m frame engulfed her, his veiny cock thrusting rhythmically as she gasped. He leaned down, tongue expertly exploring her mouth.

The vivid image lingered until a voice snapped me out of it: "What're you standing there for, man?"

I turned, startled, like I'd been caught doing something wrong. Viet glanced at the condom, then at my bulge. Mortified, I covered myself. He smirked oddly and asked, "How was last night? Fun?"

• "Y-yeah, fun!" I stammered, inexplicably intimidated by guys like him and Hieu. Tall, smirking, dominant.

He chuckled. "Good! Oh, they told me to clean this tent, but my back's killing me, probably slept wrong. Clean it for me, could you?"

I wanted to find Hoa but couldn't refuse under his wolfish stare. I nodded meekly. He laughed, patted my shoulder, and said, "Thanks 'twice,' buddy!"

His words confused me, but I brushed it off and started cleaning. He walked off, tossing back, "Make sure it's spotless!" like he was the boss and I was his servant.

Carefully picking up the cum-filled condom to toss it, I noticed red streaks on it. Viet had taken another girl's virginity in our class, right here, last night. I prayed it wasn't Hoa. Regret and jealousy surged. It was my fault for leaving her drunk in that tent with him.

After cleaning, I rejoined the class for the ride back to the city, watching Hoa and Viet closely. They kept a polite distance, like nothing happened. Maybe I was wrong about Hoa. Maybe Viet hooked up with another girl after she left. Clinging to that hope, I kept pursuing her.

Then, not long after that trip, I was overjoyed when Hoa agreed to be my girlfriend. We dove into studies and our thesis.

A grand wedding followed graduation, and we officially became a family!