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My name is Marcus, Marcus Vu. I’m just an ordinary guy, but I want to share the story of my life, career, and love.
I grew up in a small province in the Mekong Delta. My father made a living as a street vendor, pushing a modified three-wheeler loaded with everything from fish sauce and soy sauce to candies, moonshine, and herbal liquor through the neighborhoods. Life was modest but stable, and everyone in town knew him. He always assumed I would take over the business since I helped him during my free time.
I loved my dad. Every weekend he took me to watch our local soccer team, and we’d celebrate wildly whenever they won.
But I didn’t want to follow in his footsteps. I studied hard, earned a business degree, and broke the cycle. At 27, still single, good-looking, and ambitious, I had climbed to the position of Credit Department Manager at one of the city’s top banks. With salary, bonuses, and side commissions, I was making serious money—hundreds of millions of dong a year. Not bad at all.
I bought my parents a shop near Cau Bong so they could run a proper store. I also helped my younger sister buy an apartment in Khanh Hoi. Family always comes first.
At the office, there were five of us young guys in the department—sharp suits, clean-shaven, always on our game because we dealt with clients daily. We jokingly called ourselves the “Five Devils.” We talked about money, cars, and chasing women nonstop.
On weekends we hunted for pretty girls, hoping one would fall into our carefully laid traps. Whenever a new female employee joined the bank, we’d bet on who would be the first to seduce her—that is, the first to get her panties off.
One day, management announced that the secretary from HR—the one with the incredible ass and massive breasts—was leaving to follow her husband to another province. None of the Five Devils cared much; we had all already slept with her. The real excitement was about her replacement, who would start the following week. The race was on again.
She arrived on Monday.
Her name was Lina, Ava Lina. She had a slender yet curvaceous figure, long legs, and wore a fitted gray tailleur with a short skirt. Her hair fell softly to her shoulders, and she wore delicate white-framed glasses. She was elegant, sophisticated, and stunning. Every guy in the office was mesmerized.
Unfortunately, I had to fly to Taipei the next week for two weeks to sign contracts and scout new partners in Taiwan. I felt like I was already falling behind in the conquest.
The trip was a huge success. Big contracts, big profits for the bank. To celebrate, I indulged in Taipei’s nightlife with beautiful, petite Taiwanese girls.
When I returned, I asked the Devils for updates on Lina. To my surprise, every single one of them had failed miserably. Not even one had managed to get a date with her.
My turn.
Through a mutual friend, I learned the key details: she was 24, loved music and dancing. Music was my territory. Years ago I’d dated a cellist from the city’s chamber orchestra, and she had taught me more than just bedroom skills.
That weekend, a renowned orchestra from Hanoi was performing at the city’s grand theater. I pulled some strings and got two VIP tickets.
I knocked on Lina’s office door with an innocent expression and began my move.
“Sorry to bother you, Lina. I hope you can help me out. I have two tickets for Saturday night’s concert, but my sister just told me she can’t go. I know you love music—would you like to join me? It would be a shame to waste them.”
“Oh, Marcus… You surprise me. I thought you only liked drinking and chasing girls.”
I smiled and sat down across from her.
“That’s only partly true. My job requires some socializing, but if you’re not interested, I’ll find someone else. Wouldn’t want to waste such a great performance.”
I stood up and walked toward the door. Just as my hand touched the knob, her soft voice stopped me.
“I’d love to go. P.Q.T. is my favorite conductor.”
I turned around casually.
“Great. Let’s meet at 8 p.m. in front of the theater on Saturday.”
I didn’t wait for her reply and left. The fish had bitten. Now I just needed the right strategy to reel her in.
Saturday evening, I dressed carefully: a dark suit, crisp white shirt, and a green-and-red striped tie. A subtle touch of Kouros cologne.
Lina appeared in a sleek black dress that subtly revealed the elegant curves of her breasts. Her long, pale legs looked irresistible, and her hair cascaded over her bare shoulders. The glasses gave her an extra air of sophistication. I whispered to myself, “Don’t fuck this up.”
She smiled as I greeted her. I kissed her cheek lightly in the Western style. She didn’t pull away. Her perfume made my head spin.
The concert was magnificent. Lina was clearly enjoying it—she kept leaning over to gently touch my arm. When it ended, I pressed my luck.
“Would you like to grab something to eat?”
“Sure, that sounds nice.”
I took her to a French restaurant I knew well. We started with Salade Niçoise, then chargrilled ribeye with baked potatoes and pepper sauce, followed by fresh cucumber sorbet. Over coffee, we talked easily. I kept things respectful, building trust.
I learned she had studied languages but joined the bank as a personal assistant to gain experience in finance. She was ambitious, and I liked that.
She had a small but beautifully decorated apartment in District 3.
It was getting late, so I drove her home. At her door, she hesitated.
“Marcus, I really enjoyed tonight. I was suspicious at first, but you surprised me—with your knowledge of music and how much of a gentleman you were. Would you like to come in for another drink?”
“Of course. Honestly, I probably wouldn’t sleep anyway.”
Her apartment was cozy and feminine. I sat on the leather sofa. Feeling warm, I asked, “Mind if I take off my jacket?”
“Make yourself comfortable,” she called from the kitchen.
She returned with coffee, cognac, and two glasses. Soft modern jazz played in the background. We talked like old friends.
As the alcohol warmed us, we gradually sat closer. I leaned in and kissed her cheek. She sighed softly and kissed me back. Our kisses grew deeper, more passionate. I slid my hand along her thigh. Her body trembled.
Instead of pushing me away, she moaned weakly.
“Don’t… I’m still a virgin.”
I was genuinely surprised, but I reassured her gently.
“I know. It’s okay. I just couldn’t resist how beautiful you are.”
“Sorry… I promised myself I’d save it for my wedding night.”
I hid my disappointment and smiled.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then we can still pleasure each other without going all the way. Take your clothes off for me.”
Lina blushed deeply, but after a moment she stood up. With trembling fingers, she slowly undressed until she was only in her bra and tiny panties.
“Lie down on the bed,” I whispered.
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