wicked games

Private matters shouldn't be dealt with in public places, and Truong Son was still sober enough to realize that. He concluded that the issue in Son Thach's crotch was indeed a private matter, so even though he wanted to dig a hole and jump in, he still grabbed his hand and pushed through the crowd toward the men's restroom.

After carefully locking the door, Truong Son crossed his arms and stared at Son Thach, who hadn't dared to say a word the whole time.

"Explain." Truong Son pointed down. "What is this?"

"...Puberty?" Son Thach pulled his shirt down to cover himself, cautiously taking a few steps back until he hit the stone sink behind him.

Truong Son rubbed his temples, thinking communication was useless at this point. He stepped forward and placed two fingers under Son Thach's jawbone, pressing hard. Son Thach panicked, leaning back, his body stiffening as sweat broke out from fear. No way, was Truong Son going to hit a pressure point? Or maybe his "cat stroke" skill was awakening and he was about to slit his throat right here...?

"Your carotid artery is trembling." Truong Son narrowed his eyes, slowly lowering his hand and looking seriously into Son Thach’s eyes. "You like me, don’t you?"

Was this dirty talk? Because it really worked.

Son Thach gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and shook his head frantically.

"What are you thinking?! Bros just suddenly turning into lovers… that’s ridiculous??"

Truong Son let out a long hum, looking Son Thach up and down suspiciously. No matter how much he denied it, his body language betrayed him.

"What kind of 'bro' gets hard for another 'bro'?" Truong Son smirked, and Son Thach just wanted to bang his head against the wall.

"Can you just forget it? Pretend you didn’t see anything?" He buried his face in his hands, every passing minute felt like torture.

"How can I forget? Now every time I see you, this is all I’ll remember." Truong Son frowned.

Damn it, this could really ruin their friendship, or worse, the bond between all four of them. Sometimes Son Thach wished he was a girl—then he wouldn’t have to manage his rebellious junior getting hard for a friend like this.

"Whatever you think it is, then that’s what it is," Son Thach raised the white flag.

"But I swear I have no feelings, it’s just a natural reaction."

"See, if you had just told the truth from the start, wouldn’t that have been better?" Truong Son let out a long sigh. The tension between them began to ease, but then a thought popped into Truong Son's mind. He wasn’t trying to hint at anything—he just wanted to mess with Son Thach a little.

Because if he had known this would change their friendship forever, he wouldn’t have done it.

Truong Son stepped closer, placing one leg between Son Thach’s, lifting it until his knee pressed against his crotch. He tilted his head, blinking his cat-like eyes flirtatiously.

"You think I’m hot, right?"

A mental explosion echoed in Son Thach’s head.

Seeing the blank look on his face, Truong Son couldn't help but laugh, but before he could pull his leg back, Son Thach grabbed his thigh tightly. Truong Son flinched, thinking he might lose balance and fall backward, but Son Thach suddenly lifted him up, lightning-fast, and pinned him to the wall.

"You think teasing me is fun?" Son Thach asked sternly, and Truong Son shivered.

Don’t tell him he’s about to get into a fight right here.

Truong Son opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Son Thach grabbed his cheek.

"You’re the one who got me hard in the first place, and instead of taking responsibility, now you’re adding fuel to the fire?" Son Thach's eyes darkened, showing an expression Truong Son had never seen before. For the first time, he was scared of him. He knew he didn’t stand a chance if it came to strength—Son Thach could snap him in two if he wanted to.

"I’m sor—"

"I want to have sex with you."

"What?" Truong Son's eyes widened. "What did you say?"

Son Thach didn’t repeat himself—he didn’t need to. His body spoke for him, the hard object pressing against Truong Son’s waist.

"Holy shit, seriously?" Truong Son couldn’t believe this situation. The two bros who once jumped naked into the Huynh Son’s fountain were now lusting after each other?

Truong Son couldn’t deny that Son Thach had grown into his looks, but so had all of them—wasn’t that why the four of them were famous? They were all tall and handsome, each with a different style. Huynh Son had the elegant and stern look, Duy Thuan was the charming wanderer type, while Son Thach was manly, strong, and could definitely break him in half...

This was not good.

"Friends with benefits?" Truong Son blurted out. Son Thach was surprised at first, then nodded.

"Sure."

"Deal."

They had officially lost their damn minds.

Their lips crashed together without another word. Truong Son tilted his head to let the kiss go deeper, both their desires erupting at once. Son Thach grabbed Truong Son’s thigh and lifted it onto his hip, pushing his knee between his legs as payback. He chuckled when he felt Truong Son shudder in his hands. Truong Son bit his lower lip in frustration. But the more he bit, the wilder Son Thach became, the kiss growing more intense and unrestrained. Their mouths shared the same taste of alcohol, but somehow Son Thach found it incredibly sweet. The cat-tongue melted into his mouth, sizzling like sugar on absinthe.

Kissing Truong Son like this, he would soon forget the taste of liquor entirely.

Truong Son’s eyes blurred, his hands gripping Son Thach’s shirt tightly, a frustrated moan escaped when he felt Son Thach grinding against him. The Tom Ford belt on Son Thach’s waist rubbed against Truong Son’s Valentino one. His mind buzzed from the blood rushing downward. He wanted to push Son Thach away for air, but his lower half clung to him. The belts got in the way, the thick jeans dispersing just enough pressure to make Truong Son dizzy.

"Fuck..." The curse slipped weakly from his lips. Truong Son shut his eyes and tilted his head back, body inching up against the wall.

"I know..." Son Thach swallowed, savoring the last taste of Truong Son, gripping his thigh tightly, keeping the rhythm of his hips. Truong Son's soft, cat-like moans seemed to urge him closer to the edge. He couldn’t believe it—both of them had passed their crazy hormone phase, been through so many relationships—and now just rubbing against each other like this was enough to drive them mad. Son Thach wondered why they hadn’t done this sooner, but he had only recently realized how stunning Truong Son really was. And now, he looked even better begging him, moaning his name again and again.

He had never been religious, but now he was ready to worship Le Truong Son.

Even his frozen expression was beautiful. Even when he covered his mouth and panicked, slapping Son Thach on the shoulder.

"Shit, phone!" Even—wait, what?

Son Thach froze. Truong Son was more panicked, fumbling through his pocket and pulling out his ringing phone. Son Thach frowned slightly.

"Huynh Son." Truong Son read the name aloud, and the frustration in Son Thach faded.

He picked up, cleared his throat to sound composed.

"Yeah?"

"Where the hell are you two?" Huynh Son’s tense voice came through.

"Uh... we’re in the restroom, why?" Truong Son answered with half the truth.

"You two are girls or what, going to the restroom together?" Huynh Son frowned, looking toward Anh Khoa stepping off the stage and standing up. "Get ready to leave, it’s nine-thirty."

"Oh, right... wait a minute." Truong Son replied shortly and hung up, exhaling long.

"Shall we continue?" Son Thach only cared about that.

"You want Son to barge in here and grab both of us by the collar?" Truong Son frowned, slapping Son Thach’s shoulder. "Put it on hold, save it for later."

"So, did you like it?" Son Thach tilted his head, loosening his grip, letting Truong Son down, and was immediately met with a sharp glare.

"After just a few rubs you want to start calling yourself my man?"

"Then when can I call myself that?" Son Thach pouted, and somehow now he looked adorably innocent.

"Whenever you go inside me." Truong Son replied. Immediately, Son Thach reached out and hooked his hand around the boy’s waistband, causing him to slap the hand away firmly. "Let go."

Both of them silently adjusted their clothes. Truong Son smoothed his hair, while Son Thach buckled his belt, which had somehow come undone. They restored the scene to how it had been before, as if nothing had happened. Truong Son took a deep breath and placed his hand on the doorknob, unlocking it.

Outside stood a man, eyes wide, staring at them.

"What? First time seeing two guys go to the restroom together?" Truong Son raised an eyebrow, coldly walking past the stranger. Son Thach awkwardly covered his face with his hand and followed Truong Son.

After a lively performance, the dazzling lights of the bar gradually shifted to a softer tone, welcoming Anh Khoa into the backstage area. He quickly passed by others, entering his private waiting room, trying to hide the dull pain in his ankle caused by the strenuous dance. He breathed heavily, bracing against the cold wall, trying to suppress the sharp pain every time he put weight on that foot.

The door creaked softly as Huynh Son entered, face calm but eyes as piercing as ever, showing no effort to hide his usual stern demeanor. Anh Khoa looked at him through the mirror, realizing Huynh Son had arrived. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, not letting it show that his leg was trembling from the earlier injury.

"Great performance." Huynh Son said evenly, but his eyes flickered with implication. "But seems like it was a bit much for you, huh?"

Anh Khoa didn’t reply immediately. He sneered and turned his back on Huynh Son to hide any signs of discomfort.

"I’m fine." He said firmly, leaning on the makeup table, subtly lifting his injured foot off the ground.

Huynh Son approached, sitting on the chair opposite, his eyes never leaving Anh Khoa. He didn’t need to say much; a glance was enough to tell something was being hidden.

"Looking at you, I doubt it’s something minor. You think you can hide it from me?" Huynh Son's tone sharpened, as if he had pinpointed a weakness from the moment he watched Anh Khoa perform on stage.

Anh Khoa flinched slightly but quickly composed himself. "It was just a normal dance within my limits. You don’t need to worry."

Huynh Son raised an eyebrow, a faint, challenging smile playing on his lips. "Don’t forget you owe me. And I need you healthy enough to pay that debt."

Anh Khoa bit his lip, his chest tightening at those words. Huynh Son never let a sign of weakness slip by. But he knew he couldn’t show any weakness in front of this man—the one who held everything in his hands.

"You don’t need to worry about me." Anh Khoa replied more calmly. "I know what I need to do."

Huynh Son stood, stepping closer, his gaze still sharp. "I hope so. But don’t think you can fool me." With that, he walked toward the door and added one last line before leaving. "If you can’t take care of yourself, I’ll have to do it. Don’t push yourself too hard and end up broken."

The door closed, leaving Anh Khoa with a heavy heart. He looked down at his foot—the pain remained—but what was more worrying was what Huynh Son might do if he discovered this weakness. He wouldn’t hesitate to dispose of someone no longer useful, just like racehorses destroyed for a bad leg.

Anh Khoa wished he could sell a kidney to speed up repaying the debt. He didn’t need that many organs anyway. He had long devalued himself, and Huynh Son’s cruelty was just a drop in an ocean.

He would endure—as long as he didn’t dwell too much on Huynh Son’s cruel words or let the man invade his mind. He had survived this long. He wasn’t giving up now.

The next morning, Anh Khoa quietly arrived at school early as usual, walking slower and more cautiously than before. The pain from the injury still lingered—every step felt like someone squeezing his ankle tight. Still, he wouldn’t show any sign of weakness in front of Huynh Son. He knew any sign of vulnerability could make things worse.

When Anh Khoa reached the parking lot, Huynh Son was already seated in his luxury car, his face as calm as ever. Anh Khoa quickly opened the car door and carried Huynh Son’s school bag like a habit that had ingrained itself deep in his mind.

"Not bad, you’re still on time." Huynh Son remarked, his gaze briefly scanning Anh Khoa’s leg as if probing, but he said nothing about it. "I have something for you to do. My birthday is coming up—you’ve probably heard about it?"

No, who would care about your birthday? Anh Khoa raised an eyebrow.

Instead of telling the truth, he just nodded and kept his voice neutral.

"I’ve heard."

Huynh Son smiled—a smile that made Anh Khoa uneasy.

"I want everything to be perfect. And since you owe me, I need you there—to serve and to perform."

"Perform...?" Anh Khoa suddenly felt like his heart had been pierced. His foot throbbed involuntarily. "But..."

"Your leg is injured, but that’s not my problem." Huynh Son interrupted, giving no chance for refusal. "I’ve arranged an appointment with a doctor. You’re going today to make sure it fully recovers. I won’t accept any excuses."

Anh Khoa was silent. He had no choice but to nod.

"I understand."

Huynh Son smiled in satisfaction, then casually walked toward the building, leaving Anh Khoa standing there weighed down with worry. He limped after him, clutching the strap of the cruel man’s school bag.

Minh Phuc walked into the library with his usual calm demeanor. He always enjoyed the quiet and open space here. But today felt a bit different. He overheard a few girls whispering nearby, and when he reached his usual table, he frowned upon seeing Duy Thuan chatting happily with a group of girls.

The guy leaned casually on the table, smiling confidently. The girls around him giggled nonstop, clearly charmed by the well-known flirt’s gentlemanly manner and charisma.

Minh Phuc raised an eyebrow and walked closer, saying nothing. His eyes swept over the scene with clear disdain. Duy Thuan had promised to help with library work, but this was nothing more than a joke.

Sensing his presence, Duy Thuan straightened up, still smiling, not the least bit awkward.

"Hey there," he said, his smile immediately captivating the girls again.

Minh Phuc didn’t respond, just rolled his eyes and sat down, placing his backpack on the table. His coldness only intrigued Duy Thuan more, who left the girls and came over to sit across from him—earning disappointed groans from the fan club.

"Did you come here just to flirt with people?" Minh Phuc raised an eyebrow, questioning the guy who just dragged a chair over.

"Yeah, to flirt with you." Duy Thuan didn’t even try to deny it.

"Don’t be so shameless. So many people want to earn credit with this job but don’t get the chance—and you treat it like a joke? Isn’t that disrespectful to those who take it seriously and work hard?" Minh Phuc didn’t hide his frustration and spoke bluntly. The mood suddenly grew tense as the girls nearby fell silent, while Duy Thuan just smiled, unbothered.

"So your type is someone serious and hardworking?"

"That’s not what I meant." Minh Phuc looked confused.

"Got it," Duy Thuan cut in before he could explain, suddenly standing up with a regretful smile. "I want to talk to you more, but now I have to be serious and hardworking to win you over. Wait for me, Phuc."

Minh Phuc twitched at the corner of his mouth, watching Duy Thuan stroll toward the front desk and begin his work. He sat there, baffled. Whatever he said, Duy Thuan always twisted it into something else entirely.

Oh well. At least the guy was finally working and, more importantly, not bothering him anymore. That was two birds with one stone.

Well, he was wrong.

Starting today, Minh Phuc had to attend debate club every afternoon to prepare for an upcoming competition. When he left school, it was already getting dark. He sighed, looking up at the sky that was turning gray, streetlights glittering along the path. The campus was quieter than usual.

Now he had to walk alone to the bus stop, which was quite far from the gate—a tiring thought. As he stepped into the schoolyard, he suddenly froze, noticing a familiar figure sitting on a motorbike in the empty parking lot. Duy Thuan looked up, his face lighting up as he saw Minh Phuc staring.

He had been waiting since school ended.

"What are you still doing here?" Minh Phuc walked over, frowning at Duy Thuan, the warm glow of the streetlights tinting the guy’s platinum hair.

"Waiting for you," he replied briefly.

"How did you know I’d be late...? Have you been stalking me??" Minh Phuc recoiled in shock. "Since when did you become some creepy stalker?"

"Going crazy for you is worth it." Duy Thuan smiled, handing him a brand-new helmet. "Hop on, I’ll take you home."

"No??" Minh Phuc grimaced. "What makes you think I’d get on your bike?"

"You’ll wait thirty more minutes for the bus, right?" Duy Thuan checked his watch, pretending to calculate. "By then traffic will be terrible—at least another hour. Plus, rush hour buses are packed. So you’ll be home by nine at best. You don’t want that, do you?"

Minh Phuc stared blankly at the other person, his jaw stiff. He had really calculated every move, leaving Minh Phuc with no other choice.

Definitely a friend of Nguyen Huynh Son.

Raising a hand to rub his forehead, Minh Phuc cursed silently for letting himself fall into this deadlock situation.

"Fine." He let out a sigh and took the helmet Duy Thuan handed him, angrily putting it on, not forgetting to issue a threat before getting on the back seat. "If you drive recklessly, I’ll jump off the highway."

"Understood." Duy Thuan laughed in satisfaction. "Then you better hold on tight."

"I’d rather die." Minh Phuc glared, receiving a fond smile in return.

The birthday of prince Nguyen Huynh Son was an event eagerly awaited not just by close friends but also by many students in school. Everyone knew that once he threw a party, it would be large-scale and extravagant. This year, he didn’t disappoint by choosing to host his birthday party on the rooftop of a famous hotel in the city.

The hotel was located downtown, with modern, progressive architecture, magnificent like a castle. The vast rooftop was covered in sparkling lights, with a panoramic view of the entire city laid out like a perfect painting. Huynh Son meticulously prepared every detail for this party—from music and lighting to the menu of fine food and drinks.

The party began at dusk, as the golden sunset faded below the horizon, giving way to the night and its splendid stars. The bar area was filled with expensive bottles of liquor neatly arranged, ready to serve guests. The space buzzed with laughter and chatter, and the trendy music from the famous DJ he had specially hired for the event.

Huynh Son admired himself in the mirror, wearing a custom-tailored suit—a birthday gift from a luxury brand. Tilting his head slightly to fix his gelled hair, he smiled smugly in satisfaction.

Duy Thuan buttoned his shirt, strapped a watch on his wrist, and with the other hand scrolled through his phone, smiling faintly when he saw a photo Minh Phuc had just posted on Instagram. Then he turned off his phone and slipped it into his pocket to get ready for his friend’s birthday party.

Truong Son, out of habit, licked his lips, sprayed perfume on his wrist and pressed it to his neck. His eyes glanced at the ringing phone—Son Thach’s name appeared on the screen. He sighed and picked it up.

Son Thach sat in the back seat of his limo, popping open a bottle of champagne, pouring a glass for himself and another one reserved for Truong Son. He turned to look at the silent golden gate in front of Truong Son’s mansion.

"I’m here. Come down," he whispered into the phone, smiling as he heard Truong Son’s sigh.

Finally, there was Anh Khoa, putting on the most expensive outfit he could find in his father’s wardrobe. Every second passed like torture, his ankle still sore despite the painkillers he had been downing all day. He opened a velvet box that Huynh Son had shipped directly to his house, raising an eyebrow at the wristwatch inside.

This wasn’t a gift—it was a shackle meant to keep him close, a symbol of Huynh Son’s status in front of the important guests at the party.

Anh Khoa rolled his eyes, then put on the watch and walked toward the door, heading to the most exciting event in the city right now: the birthday party of that damn cold-blooded prince.

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