Prehistoric - Death Virus
Chapter 1
Dirty Deal
In a room lined with books on four rows of shelves, a stately middle-aged man sat in a crocodile-skin armchair, dressed in traditional attire. His deep-set eyes rested beneath silver eyebrows, while his sunken cheeks carved hollows into his rough, dark complexion.
He tilted his head, resting it on his left hand, while his other hand clicked the mouse placed on the sandalwood table. On the laptop screen, a track and field athlete was competing in the largest stadium on Earth. The man took a sip of tea, listening to the commentator's excited voice:
"Yes, everyone, the leading athletes are accelerating in the final thirty meters. Hoang Kim is still in fourth place. Will he break through? We wait and see..."
The middle-aged man's gaze locked onto the muscular legs of the athlete wearing shirt number one. Sweat slicked his skin, clinging tightly to the muscles and tendons that bulged across his body. Number 01 unleashed his full strength, rushing forward with each stride, pulling the wind along as he surged past his opponents.
"Hoang Kim sprints faster than an arrow! Yes, friends, the son of the wind god surpasses second place! He's just a few steps away from the leader!"
The middle-aged man watched lazily, his indifferent eyes following as Hoang Kim surged ahead. No. 01 crossed the finish line just as his closest rival was about to claim victory. Hoang Kim shouted excitedly, waving to thousands of roaring hometown fans.
The audience waved the national flags in celebration of the victory, while a swarm of reporters rushed in, eager to capture images of the son of the wind god. Fangirls in the stands aimed their phone flashes, capturing the moment as the hero claimed his championship title. The girls formed heart shapes with their arms, directing them toward the nation's crush.
- Hoang Kim, I love you!
- I LOVE YOU, Hoang Kim!
- He's looking at me!
Hoang Kim smiled, bowed his head in gratitude, and received the national flag from the audience. The champion draped the flag over his shoulders and walked over to help his fallen rival, who had collapsed on the field. The two formidable opponents shook hands, offering words of comfort and congratulations.
The exchange of sportsmanship, in the eyes of millions of spectators, was fair play. The middle-aged man smirked faintly, leaning back as he propped his feet up on the table, watching Hoang Kim turn toward the fluttering national flag while singing the anthem. The majestic music ended, and there was a knock on the door of the room:
- Dear father, here comes the guest!
The man parted his lips into a faint smile.
- The door is not locked - He replied.
The door opened, revealing a young and beautiful woman with fair skin, blue eyes, and shimmering golden-blond hair, styled in a high bun slightly tilted to one side. Her cherry-red lips adorned an oval face. A dusting of white powder partially concealed her semi-double eyelid, a flaw that disrupted the elegance of her features.
Nature had endowed her with a body so scorching, it could have ignited the delicate shirt and outer coat she wore. The perfect curve glided down into a short, form-fitting skirt that hugged her slender waist. That black short skirt accentuated her fair skin and endlessly long legs, carrying with it a sweet, fragrant scent. She bowed her head in greeting and stepped aside.
The man's gaze shifted to the three guests who entered the room one after another. Leading them was a young married woman. Her jet-black hair fell over her shoulders, combed to one side of her round face. Her slender, soft silkworm-like brows gently dropped over her laksa leaf eyes, graceful lines like the delicate strokes of a master painter completing a flawless masterpiece. Those affectionate eyes, touched by melancholy and sorrow, carried a romantic allure. The corners of her lips bore no lipstick, and her peach-colored cheeks were untouched by honeyed blush, accentuating the simple beauty of the young woman.
She has a full-figured body, with the blazing fire mountain on her voluptuous form. The loose shirt she wore did little to diminish her allure; rather, it seemed to enhance the sensuality of her form. Her jeans clung to her long, shapely legs, making her appearance even more striking than the blonde beauty.
The woman greeted the man quietly, and he nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes narrowing as they fell upon the two girls standing beside her.
The girl on the right, Bang Suong, had a slender frame. Her youthful figure was accentuated by the gentle curves of her developing chest, rising and falling behind a short-sleeved crop top that hugged her body tightly.
Similar to the high school girl, she wore a short pleated skirt that hugged her slender, white-and-pink thighs. Her brown hair was styled into a bun at the crown of her head, with slanted bangs gracefully framing her delicate little chin. Her slender silkworm-like brows lifted slightly like a butterfly spreading its wings her eyes, brighter than stars, instantly sharpened like a blade.
The Tuyet Lan girl stood quietly to the left. Her jet-black, silky hair cascaded down her back like a flowing stream. The blue tunic, shaped like a flared skirt, accentuated her slender figure, while the jeans covered her long, slender legs—so stunning that even a supermodel would envy them. Her figure was perfectly balanced, with silkworm brows and sparkling phoenix eyes, as tranquil as a calm lake.
She avoided the middle-aged man's prying scrutiny. She gently pressed her peach-colored lips together, lowering her head to conceal the fear on her delicate, moon-like face. Timidly, she stepped behind the woman to hide the fairyland brimming with life, evading his sharp, owl-like gaze. He smiled as he observed the three contrasting expressions, then spoke to the blonde girl.
- How interesting! Anh Dao, I remember inviting only two people — why is there a third?
This man was Anh Dao's father, the one who had orchestrated the meeting yet pretended not to know. Bang Suong was annoyed by the teasing, but with her family in danger, she had to endure it to avoid offending the 'Manh Thuong Quan'[1]. Sensing the tension, Anh Dao gently introduced the young woman.
- Father, she is Thanh Ngoc, the mother of Suong and Lan!
The man nodded:
- You haven't answered my question yet?
Her pale pink cherry lips raised slightly, and her cute little face turned fierce as Bang Suong tried to hold back her anger. This was a bad place; if she was careless, danger would befall mother and daughter. Anh Dao said slowly:
- I texted, but Lan went to school and forgot her cellular phone at home. Ngoc read the message and knows everything. Ngoc wants to negotiate; she is willing to dedicate herself to replace her two daughters.
Lan blushed deeply, burying her face in her mother's back. Bang Suong, sixteen years old, had never held a boy's hand. The words 'dedicating herself' tinged her pure, moon-like face with a shy pink hue. Thanh Ngoc pleads to endure the humiliation on behalf of her daughter.
- I agree to have sex with you if you save Luu Ly's life!
At fifteen, carefree and full of life, dancing with pink dreams, Ngọc ended her thoughtless, worry-free days at the age of a full moon. She came from an orphanage, so her husband's family did not approve. The young couple had to leave their homeland when the unborn child was still in Ngoc's womb. She gave birth to her first daughter, Tuyet Lan. At seventeen, Bang Sương was born. In her impulsive and immature youth, Ngoc gave birth to Luu Ly at the age of twenty.
At first, their love was passionate and fulfilling, but over time, the burdens of daily life—food, clothing, money, and everything in between—led to family conflicts and marital strife. Over the past three years, their savings had been drained by their youngest daughter's serious illness. The couple juggled countless jobs and borrowed from wherever they could, just to keep little Lưu Ly's fragile life hanging by a thread.
The doctor said that Luu Ly's optimism and will to survive have kept her from succumbing to her serious illness. Surgery is required sooner or later, but the cost is very high—even selling their house wouldn't cover it.
Luu Ly has a super rare blood type, causing her body to reject the blood and bone marrow of her relatives. Her family must find a suitable bone marrow donor for transplantation.
It never rains but it pours. The husband, depressed and addicted to alcohol, spends his days and nights drunk, neglecting his children and failing to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband. Lacking talent, he often scolded his wife and children, and the bond between husband and wife has deteriorated over time.
One day, a middle-aged man and Anh Dao came to find Lan and Suong. The sisters were stunned to realize that the person approaching them was JK—the most powerful media mogul on Earth. He made a proposal:
- I know the situation in your family. If you want to save your little sister, you and your sister will have to sleep with one man for one night. I'll pay for all the treatment!
The girls were shocked by the indecent proposal, unable to believe that someone of such high status could be so perverse. Ngoc and her daughters still couldn't understand why JK had such a twisted idea—a man of power, capable of commanding the world's beauties to kneel at his feet with a single word. Yet he chose the Lan sisters under conditions so strange it was almost bizarre.
JK smugly glanced at the mother and daughters, his gaze containing three parts pity and seven parts mockery.
- You and your daughter are beautiful and alluring. I wish I were young and healthy enough to go all the way. Unfortunately, I'm old now, my back hurts and my knees are sore, and one person might not even be able to handle it, let alone three young, beautiful and vibrant women in their prime!
The listeners blushed, and Bang Suong struggled to endure the unpleasant attitude, suppressing her anger. JK gestured with his fingers and made a shocking proposal, suggesting an indecent exchange to save Luu Ly:
- If the mother and her two daughters have sex with a man, and all four reach the peak of sexual pleasure, I will save Lưu Ly!
The mother and daughters could no longer believe their ears, anger etching a crisscross of livid purple marks onto their flushed faces. They, the mother and daughters, forced into sex like animals, now realized they'd been ensnared. If JK had approached Ngọc directly from the start, she would have immediately agreed and kept it a secret. JK couldn't drag the three of them into such a filthy game. They sneered at JK with bitter contempt.
- My daughter is willing to die for her sister to live. You exploited that emotional to make a vulgar exchange of conditions. Teenage girl, who hasn't dared to hold a man's hand, intimacy is just a delusion. You played psychological games on my daughter, pushing me to the brink of a mental breakdown, forcing the mother to offer herself as a substitute for her daughter. My daughter and I accept the sacrifice, it's like walking straight into a trap!
Thanh Ngoc trembled, swallowing her resentment:
- We refuse to turn ourselves into animals!
Anh Dao is a woman, but she is an accomplice in the evil that oppresses other women. Though justified as a daughter's duty to obey her father, guilt tore at her conscience. She bowed her head in shame before the cruel fate of those about to be destroyed.
- Too chaste, I will let the rabble do unspeakable things with mother and daughter! - JK scream - Where are you guys? Frequent these virtuous mother and daughter until they become whores! I want to hear them moaning under your guys groins!
Ten tall, muscular men entered the room, laughing loudly. They licked their lips, swallowed their saliva, and stared hungrily at the sensitive areas, as if they wanted to devour them raw and drink blood. The hateful crowd shouted:
- Good stuff! Does the boss actually allow us to play?
- It's really good! If that butt goes doggy-style, it'll be ecstatically wild!
- Heh heh heh... The fat rises to the cat's mouth; it would be a shame not to eat it. Hahaha...
The jeopardy of group rape has Lan shivering and hiding behind her mother. Suong was once a national martial arts champion. She is arrogant, rebellious, and hates evil as if it were her enemy. Facing the crowd with human faces and animal hearts, each of them exudes vigor and overwhelms the spirit of their opponents.
Martial arts masters have endured countless battles to cultivate such terrifying pressure. She knows her strength is no match for the enemy. Her unruly, rebellious nature was instantly crushed. The little body trembled every time, she was afraid to anger them, the animals immediately raped she mother and daughter until they died.
JK waved the order to rape Suong. The lechers ran to tear her skirts and tops. The daughter screams in terror, causing her mother to break down mentally. If JK's demands are accepted, her mother and daughter will have to live a life of shame.
If they refused to give in, honor and chastity would be buried in a tragic death. The most important thing is life. The mother decided to protect her daughter at all costs. Ngoc shouted in panic:
- I agree!
JK smirked and ordered his subordinates to withdraw. A bunch of people clicked their tongues lustfully, some touched Suong's body, and later left the room. Suong had never suffered disgrace. She fell onto her mother's lap, trying to hold back her tears of grievance.
Lan is not as brave as her younger sister. She doesn't even want to kill an ant, and her shyness makes her hate herself. Lan only knows how to hug her sister quietly. Ngoc gently pats her daughter, who is crying in grievance:
- I'm sorry, daughter! - Ngoc choked as she cried. - I'm sorry!
Time will heal all wounds. They would rather become dogs and pigs than drown in insults from a pack of beasts. JK calmly waits for the victim to settle down. There's no need to rush. JK views another person's misfortune as his pleasure and wants to 'savor' his perverted joy for as long as possible. Ngoc refuses to let JK achieve his wish; she gently wipes away her tears and demands:
- We must write a pact. When everything ends, you must save my daughter and repay my family's debt!
Ngoc can't accept that JK will only save her daughter—he must solve all the difficulties for her family. The mother is not afraid of being mocked as a prostitute who sets conditions. By agreeing to do filthy things, she and her daughter have lost their dignity as chaste women. JK clapped his hands and praised her:
- Wise! This woman is wiser than I thought! I like her very much!
He squinted and let out a laugh:
- Your whole family is struggling to survive, let alone keep that covenant intact. It's nothing but scraps of paper—I can destroy it in your hands at any moment!
Thanh Ngoc smiled subtly:
- There are countless people in the world, yet you still seek out me and my daughter. That must mean we are the only suitable ones. Of course, you can't kill us—the game hasn't officially started yet!
JK laughed, mocking her desperation:
- Game over, I can kill your whole family!
JK's true face frightened Lan and Suong. A cruel person would not make empty threats. The sisters huddled together, clinging to their relatives, burying their bloodless faces in their mother's arms. Ngoc calmly reassured her daughter and sneered at JK:
- Killing a man is as easy as turning your hand over, but killing an entire family is no longer an easy task—you would struggle to deal with the consequences.
She stared directly at JK:
- If I let the world know about this covenant, you would have a reason to kill my family. Don't worry, my liver is as big as the sky, I dare not reveal this filth.
She remained eerily calm:
- I still need you to save my daughter!
JK retorted:
- In the end, this covenant has no value. Why do you and I have to go through all this superfluous nonsense?
Ngoc immediately replied:
- For fear that you will break your promise. If my family is gone, my daughter and I have nothing left to live for, let alone care about our honor. You may have the power to twist the truth, but don't think you can silence the rumors and suspicion!
She turned to Lan:
- My daughter designs secure virtual spaces on electronic devices that no one can hack. The contract has been saved on both your laptop and my phone. If you keep your word, it will be erased.
The covenant was a talisman for Ngoc and her daughter. JK was not afraid that Ngoc would expose this matter online. If it were exposed, only the mother and daughter would suffer humiliation. The powerful were more than capable of shaping public opinion to their will. JK ordered Anh Dao to draft the manuscript.The blonde girl finished writing and handed it to JK for him to roll his fingerprint.
Anh Dao placed the contract and laptop in front of Ngoc. Her mother and daughter carefully read the contents and rolled their fingerprints onto the paper. Anh Dao returned Lan's phone so she could take a photo of the contract.
Lan pulled out the gloves from his shirt, put them on, set up the virtual space, and completed the combination lock with lightning speed.
JK waved and instructed Anh Dao to take Ngoc and her daughter home. Anh Dao took off his jacket and placed it over Suong. Ngoc nodded her thanks and then asked JK:
- Who do we have to have sex with? I want to be mentally prepared!
JK leans back comfortably in his chair, letting his arms rest behind his head:
- Already craving sex? Rest assured, baby, I'm not forcing you or your daughter to go to bed with someone who is sick, has broken feet, a cleft lip, or is blind. Don't worry.
The mother and daughter remained silent as they followed Anh Dao away from this luxurious yet dirty place.
Notes
[1]Manh Thuong Quan
Vietnamese people often refer to acts of kindness, generosity, and a willingness to help the poor, the needy, and the sick, or to provide sponsorship. This is precisely what Manh Thuong Quan (Lord Mengchang) represents.