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"Khun Tul... Please take it out... Please take it out, sir..."
"Don’t like the reward I’m giving you or what?"
"Khun Tul... Hhu.. Hha.. Eek!..."
Everyone in the Metthanun mansion likely thought that the eldest son of the house was working on reports with the laborer’s son, as usual. Typically, Pathapee was the only one allowed to come and go from Tul's bedroom freely. Having grown up together and studied together, this laborer’s son held more privileges than others—privileges as a friend and privileges as a confidant.
Little did they know that those privileges also extended to... attending to the sexual needs of the house’s Khun-chai.
At this moment, while everyone in the mansion was preparing to rest, inside the privacy of the bedroom where no one would dare intrude, the naked body of Hin sat atop the study desk that was usually cluttered with documents. Today though, everything had been cleared away, leaving only the mature young man sitting with his legs spread apart.
Hin tried to remain composed, but the intense stimulation from his lower body made his tear-filled eyes glisten. His deep strong voice trembled, hinting at the pain.
But it wasn’t just pain.
"Please take it out... Khrap... Khun Tul... Please take it out..." Kon Hin pleaded in a hoarse voice, lowering his gaze toward his own stiff member with apprehension. It was not unusual for Khun Tul to tease him playfully, but it was far from ordinary to find a cotton swab inserted into the tip of his heated shaft.
"Khun Tul said it was a reward, but the pain mixed with pleasure left Kon Hin uncertain whether it truly was a reward or not."
"It's in now."
The Chao-nai sat on the office chair, looking on with a satisfied expression, a fingertip resting on the other end of the cotton swab. With just the slightest twist left and right, Kon Hin clenched his jaw so hard he could taste blood. He couldn't describe how he felt. His hands, forbidden from touching and resting flat on the desk at his hips, trembled uncontrollably.
It should have been painful, yet it was simultaneously filled with desire.
He told Chao-nai that it couldn't go in, but Chao-nai had already proven that it could.
Pathapee wanted to take it out, but he could do nothing when ordered not to use his hands. He then jolted, clenching his teeth tightly, as Chao-nai used the tip of his finger to circle at the entrance of the narrow passage.
Like someone who knows best where the sensitive spot of this servant lies, Chao-nai was having fun. But Hin... was about to reach his limit.
Woosh.
"Ugh!”
"Just the tip of a gel-coated finger sliding into the narrow back passage, and Kon Hin involuntarily lifted his hips off the desk, breathing heavily. He could feel the long finger pushing inside, brushing against the soft walls that seemed to grip as if familiar. Then his body jolted when Chao-nai slowly sought out the sensitive spot.
Huff! Khun Tul... I... I can't... take... it anymore..."
"Hi"
As soon as he encountered it, Tul was rubbing him roughly, making Kon Hin writhe in excitement on the desk, gasping with pleasure. His toes spread wider than before, and the cotton swab was soaked with the desire that flowed out from the tip.
"You like this, don't you?"
"I... don't..."
"Really? I must have misunderstood."
"Ah!!!" Kon Hin's eyes widened when the long finger that had been thrust inside him was quickly pulled out, leaving only a sudden emptiness, causing him to squint. He looked at his Chao-nai who had sat down, resting his arm on the chair's backrest, a small smile playing on his sharp face.
A smile that Kon Hin knew well.
"I’m sorry... please..." The young man whispered in surrender, for he could no longer bear it. The intense stimulation both in front and behind had completely robbed him of his shame, and Tul merely said...
"You said you didn’t like it. Show me how you like it."
An order that, in normal times, Hin would have tried to avoid, but when the urge to do something violent came to play, what the confidant did was to push his hips up, put his hand behind his back, balance himself with the other arm, and then... pushed his finger into his own passage.
"Eek...ha...ha..." Hin breathed heavily as he masturbated in front of the other person.
Having had sex together for many years, Kon Hin knew that the rear passage was even more sensitive than the front. When rubbed hard and thrust strongly, a hoarse moan would escape from the lips. Both knees would separate further, trembling, exposing the body for Chao-nai to see every detail, fully aware that it was still not enough.
"Khun Tul..." Kon Hin knew that he was not the kind of handsome man whose mere moan could arouse other men. He was a big man, tall, but he had to spread his toes, using his fingers with the tight passage, hard and burning, responding even to the pain that pressed into the narrow hole.
In front, a man like him could do nothing except...
"Please... I need you..."
The young man pleaded reluctantly, pulling his finger out to separate the narrow passage, allowing the other to see inside.
"Please, put it in... please."
"Hee."
The mixed-heritage young man stood up forcefully, causing the chair to move back. He leaned in to make eye contact and whispered,
"Your reward."
Swoop.
Gasp!!!
The hot iron rod was inserted deep into his body, causing the person receiving it to dig his toes into the edge of the desk, feeling the heat filling him up all at once, so intense that he breathed heavily, his heart beat wildly, and what was unforgivable... the pleasure that his body received was filled up.
He couldn't deny that he was enjoying it.
Swoop, swoop, swoop.
The deeper his Chao-nai thrust into his body, the rock could only arch its body to receive it, responding to the touch that made his brain dizzy, almost going crazy every time his Chao-nai moved. While the pain at the tip of his flesh had disappeared, there was only the intense feeling that attacked his back passage.
More, more.
"Umm! Eek...ha."
The rock let out a shaky moan, tears welling up in his eyes when his Chao-nai pinched his nipples, twisted them hard, and thrust his body into the narrow passage, until Hin’s body was about to be unable to endure it anymore, he could only try to balance himself against his arms that were sore and numb.
He wanted to finish, wanted to finish, but the cotton swabs were stuck.
"Good, Hin...good!"
"Khun Tul...more Again...ha...ha..."
Clunk clack clack.
The heavy wooden desk shook with the force of the deep thrust, making a sound hitting the floor in harmony with the gasps of both of them. And it made Tul lift Hin’s leg up and put it on his shoulder, pressing his body in even deeper, intentionally pulling his shaft out almost all the way, and then slamming it in with full force, causing his close friend's head to shake.
"Ah... take it out... Khun Tul... take it out... I can't take it anymore... really."
The rock was about to finish, but the foreign object that covered his release path made him say in a hoarse voice, using his pitch-black eyes to look at the tense face of the person who was taking from his body, wanting to give in more, but he really couldn't take it anymore, so he had to beg.
The request that the Chao-nai couldn't be more cruel than this.
Swoop, swaoop
The firm hips pressed the strong body hard, grabbed the ankles and lifted them up high to speed up the rhythm, before moving his hand to the cotton swab that was raised to the sky and...
"Ugh, Khun Tul!!!"
Swoop.
Just pulling it out, the person below released his desire, overflowing to his chest, and Tul never said that the expression of the person in his arms right now made him... finish right after him, the expression of the person who craved only him, obeyed only him.
Tul slowly withdrew his body, his sharp eyes looking at the person who was lying on the desk with no energy. Hin flinched slightly when Tul pulled out. Then he smiled and Tul slowly turned to look at the equipment that he said was a reward.
“You seem to like this reward.”
Hin did not answer, just panted heavily, trying to sit up, but his arms were too weak to do so.
The cotton swab was thrown onto his chest, and the owner of the room said in a calm voice.
"I’m going to take a shower. If you can move, then follow me."
"But... I... hack I need to clean the table," the close companion protested, his voice trembling, prompting the listener to throw a sharp, piercing glance at him.
"Leave it for one night. The table won’t be affected. But you..." Tul said no more, simply grabbing the arm that was numb and painful, then pulling the man, whose legs were shaking, into the bathroom. Though it seemed selfish, it was this little kindness that made the trembling man follow with slow steps.
He didn't know if the sex earlier was a reward or not, but it was this care that was definitely the reward.
Kon Hin had no issue with the way his Chao-nai had sex, he just hoped it wouldn't go any further.
Kon Hin had become used to staying in his Chao-nai’s room, but he was never truly accustomed to showering here. Normally, after their business was done, the Khun-chai would return to his small house to bathe and change, then come back with late-night coffee for those still working.
Therefore, showering under the same showerhead, just an arm's reach apart, wasn’t something he had ever imagined.
"Tomorrow morning, I need to go to the company with my father."
"Should I pick you up?" Kon Hin looked up from the bottle of liquid soap, watching the other person wash off the grime under the warm water, and the other shook his head.
“No need, I’ll go with dad tomorrow, and then I’ll go back to the university. I can take a taxi.”
"But..."
"You can go to class and take notes for me, then. No need to keep coming back and forth. I don’t even know when you’ll be done. It’s a waste of time waiting," Tul interjected immediately, knowing that his close companion was willing to sacrifice his lunch break and drive to pick him up. But Kon Hin wasn’t a driver, so Tul didn’t want him to waste his time unnecessarily, even though he knew the other was happy to wait.
The thought of this brought a very slight, almost imperceptible lift to the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, sir," Kon Hin replied dutifully, knowing his only task was to obey his Chao-nai’s wishes.
"Oh, and while I’m not here, don’t get too involved with Rob," Tul’s voice became noticeably sharper, and Kon Hin, who had been planning to apologize to his friend for rushing back early tomorrow, almost failed to mask his expression. It was as if Tul knew exactly what he was thinking, letting out a heavy sigh.
"I’ve warned you, Kon Hin," Tul’s words came with a sharp look in his eyes.
"Yes, I understand," Kon Hin responded quietly, before wincing as he lowered his body to clean the more sensitive areas, the sting forcing him to move slowly and gently. When Tul finished showering, he turned to look at him.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Just a little sting, sir. Don’t worry about it," Kon Hin replied, not wanting his Chao-nai to be concerned, even though he was deeply uneasy, wondering if what had just happened would have any lasting effect. He almost choked on his breath when the mixed-heritage young man responded with only...
"I’m not worried. Don’t get ahead of yourself."
"Sorry, sir."
Tul glanced at the face that had lowered slightly, as if not wanting his expression to be seen. The corner of his mouth lifted, and then his large hand reached out.
"Turn around," the one who had claimed not to care pulled Kon Hin's arm closer, pushing him to face the wall. He then lowered the showerhead, directing warm water onto the rear passage, and...
Gasp!
"Khun Tul! I can do it myself! I can do it!"
Tul gently cleaned the rear passage with careful hands, slipping his finger inside without a hint of disgust. He slowly washed away the slippery gel that hadn’t dried properly and the fluids he had released, making sure everything was clean. Kon Hin’s eyes widened, and he reached out to stop him.
"Stay still. Don’t clench, damn it. I don’t want to get in the mood again. I still haven’t finished reading the meeting documents," Tul replied in a sharp tone, causing Kon Hin to recoil, clenching his jaw tightly. His face turned red, trying to suppress his feelings. Still, with the long finger pressing against him, his face turned toward the wall, leaving him to let the other handle what he considered too dirty for his Chao-nai’s hands to be involved with.
However…
The one cleaning him did so without a hint of disgust. His sharp eyes watched his finger move in and out, then he spoke with a chuckle.
"If you could get pregnant, I’d probably have fathered so many kids with you by now."
"Khun Tul, please don’t joke like that. I can’t get pregnant... I’m a man," Kon Hin tried to respond casually, though in his mind, a fragment of thought wondered if it would be better if he had been born a woman, not a man. But that thought disappeared as soon as the laughter continued.
"It’s a good thing you’re a man. Otherwise, I’d never have touched you like this."
Yes, if Hin were a woman, he would not be standing here.
A woman... a gender that has harmed his Chao-nai so severely.
The mother who abandoned her own son.
The grandmother who pressed her grandson into the ground.
And the stepmother who viewed her stepson merely as a path to ensure the success of her real son.
These women had all harmed Khun Tul, and the one who wanted nothing more than for him to have a perfect life spoke in a soft voice.
"Not all women are bad, you know. Eventually, Khun Tul, you will meet good people."
"But right now, I have not found any, and I do not plan to look," Khun Tul's voice became firm as he pulled his hand away, placed the showerhead back in place, and then pushed the trusted person to face him.
At this moment, the sharp face of the true Thai man was glistening with clear drops of water. His dark hair, wet and sticking to his face, framed it. What Khun Tul saw were the deep black eyes that never looked away, always watching his back. From childhood to adulthood, this person had been more than just the servant's child—Kon Hin had been his protector. This made Khun Tul smile, and then he pulled Kon Hin's head to rest on his chest.
"I only need you... you are mine, and that is enough."
No matter how Khun Tul spoke, this sentence was a priceless reward for the listener.
Splash... splash…
The warm water continued to fall on the tiles as the two men stood still. It was Khun Tul who leaned in, touching his lips softly to Kon Hin’s, then pulling away.
The Chao-nai had not yet fallen asleep, so how could a servant like him rest?
Pathapee told himself this, even though his eyes were heavy with fatigue from both the day’s burdens and what had just transpired. Still, he wished to wait and go to bed at the same time as his Chao-nai. Having sex together was not strange, but sharing a bed... that meant that the mixed-heritage young man’s emotional state was unstable.
He could not recall when they had first started sleeping in the same bed. Perhaps it had been since they were children, and it had simply become a habit. If Khun Tul had been punished by Khun-than, then that night, Pathapee would have to sleep beside him. Young Tul would have nightmares if there was no one for him to bury his face into their chest.
Thus, Kon Hin had taken on that role since they were young, continuing into adulthood. Although it was no longer about Khun-than, it had become second nature. Whenever Tul had something weighing on his mind, Pathapee would inevitably become a living bolster. These thoughts ran through his mind as his heavy eyelids began to droop, despite his attempts to stay awake.
Don’t fall asleep, Hin. Don’t fall asleep...
Still he could not resist the wave of drowsiness. The last thing the servant’s son saw was the broad back that always stood tall, yet bowed only in front of him.
Tul did not care how much time had passed. He only wanted to understand every detail of the documents before closing the file. Eventually, he glanced up at the clock—it was already 4 AM. That left him just over three hours of sleep. He sighed and stood up from his desk. Before turning off the lights, his large hand rested on the file. He stared at it for a moment, inhaling deeply.
Being the only student in a meeting room full of predators was no different from being a rabbit that could be killed at any moment. However this student would not allow himself to be hunted. It would be this very student who would corner everyone else with value and profit. Though he had done so multiple times before, Tul reminded himself: I am still just a fourth-year student in my first semester.
No matter how skilled he might be, it did not mean he was unafraid of failure. If he wanted to move forward, Ai Tul... he could not fail.
In this life, failure was not an option for him. If he failed, it meant that Tul would lose his place in this household.
Only after taking a deep breath and carefully reviewing everything in his mind once more did the young man finally switch off all the lights in the room. He returned to his bed to find... his stability.
Ai Hin had always looked at him with unwavering trust. He was the only one who had never regarded him with doubt or suspicion. The one who truly lived up to his name... Pathapee. Tul gazed at him with a calm, neutral expression for a brief moment before reaching out to touch his cheek. His hand gently slid to the man’s neck, feeling the warmth of his body, before he climbed into bed.
Sleeping already, good.
The mixed-heritage young man thought as he pulled the blanket over both of them. Then he did something no one had ever known about.
Tul was the one to pull the tall, broad frame of his closest companion into his embrace, pressing his face against his chest.
Although it was not as soft and comfortable as resting on a pillow, it calmed the deeply buried anxiety within him.
The warmth of bare skin, which he had never experienced from anyone else, brought a profound sense of confidence to this student in a way that defied explanation. Tul had embraced him like this since they were children and into adulthood.
No, Ai Hin was the only one who had allowed him to embrace him like this since they were children and into adulthood.
Between his biological mother and Auntie Klin, Tul remembered the head cook’s hugs more vividly. Yet, it was his childhood friend who brought him the most peace of mind. Because Tul knew that Hin would never abandon him, no matter where he went. Wherever Tul went, Kon Hin would always follow. He would belong to Tul alone.
Hin’s gaze, his body, his embrace, his warmth, and even every drop of his blood—they all belonged to him.
This thought allowed Tul to drift off to sleep, resting soundly for several uninterrupted hours. He woke to a new day that had never once shown mercy to Nai Tul Metthanun, not even for a single moment.
If this world was cruel, he had to be even more ruthless.
Tul only knew how to destroy. Everyone around him had taught him nothing but destruction. No one had ever taught him how to preserve what was truly important. Thus, Tul had no idea how to behave toward someone important within his own embrace.
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“This plan is bound to be a success. You’ve done remarkably well—just what I’d expect from Khun Trai’s son.”
“This is about his capability. It has nothing to do with him being my son.”
“Always so modest, aren’t you? Yet again, you’ve exceeded expectations, Tul.”
“I could only achieve this because of everyone’s support.”
The morning meeting concluded amidst widespread admiration for the eldest son of the company president. Even his father, who rarely gave praise, nodded in satisfaction—not as a father, but as a superior recognizing an employee’s exceptional performance.
An employee who always remained humble.
Everyone gradually filed out of the meeting room in good spirits. Trai, however, stayed behind, waving off his secretary to ensure he could speak with his eldest son, who was still packing up.
“You’re heading back to the university after this?”
“Yes, Father. I have class in the afternoon.”
“Then let’s have lunch together first.”
"Yes, Father?" Tul almost failed to mask his surprise. His father almost never invited him to meals. It was more accurate to say he never cared. However, the next sentence clarified the situation.
"Your stepmother’s friend will be joining us for lunch. Since you’re here, come along."
Ah, still sees me as nothing more than a pet, Tul mocked inwardly.
The sneer in his thoughts wasn’t aimed at his father, but at his stepmother, who had insisted on bringing him along—not out of love as her son, but to parade him as her devoted stepson. To show off that she had a stepson who revered her, a stepson who excelled and obediently followed her every command.
Unbeknownst to her, this so-called respect was nothing more than a façade crafted to make her feel secure.
The day Tul claimed everything under the Metthanun name, that woman wouldn’t be smiling anymore. For now, though, he had to play along with this charade.
“Yes, if Khun Mother wishes me to join.”
Not once had Tul addressed his stepmother simply as "Mother." Khun Mother—a title as hollow as when he referred to his grandmother as Khun-than.
These women didn’t care, as long as they received reverence and obedience from those around them.
Tul kept his thoughts buried deep as he followed his father—the man who had never once stood by his side—downstairs to the waiting car. The vehicle headed straight to a restaurant. There was no need to guess; this meeting undoubtedly involved mutual benefits. Tul didn’t mind, though. On the contrary, he welcomed every opportunity to meet new people and turn these encounters into future advantages.
However, even he couldn’t have predicted that this particular opportunity would be different from all the rest.
“This is Nong Wadi, my daughter.”
Tul gazed at a woman of dignified demeanor, elegantly dressed in a manner that clearly reflected her high social standing, no less impressive than that of his stepmother. However, the one who truly caught his attention was the young woman standing demurely by her side.
A beautiful young lady with an oval-shaped face, her complexion was fair and smooth, speaking of noble lineage. Her delicate features were pleasing to the eye, her slender figure adorned in a sweet pink dress that made her lithe form appear all the more delicate. Her glossy black hair was neatly tied up, exposing her refined facial features for all to admire.
At that moment, a soft blush appeared on her white cheeks as she raised her hands in a polite wai to greet all the elders present before finally stopping at him.
“It’s been so long since I last saw Nong Wadi! She’s grown into such a young lady now. Ah, and this is Tul, my son,” the older woman introduced warmly.
“Hello, P'Tul,” Wadi greeted, raising her hands in a wai. Tul reciprocated the gesture with a warm smile.
“Hello,” he replied.
The young woman’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink.
“Oh, no need to wai, Wadi,” Rasa interjected with a smile. “Tul is probably around the same age as you. Even though he’s all dressed up like this, he’s actually just in his fourth year of university like you. It’s just that he’s talented and capable, so his father had him start helping at the company early to learn the ropes.”
Her tone brimmed with pride, as though she were subtly showing him off, a sentiment that only grew when her friend widened her eyes in astonishment.
“My, how impressive your son is! Meanwhile, Wadi here knows nothing and is still such a clingy little girl.”
“Oh, Mother,” Wadi exclaimed in embarrassment.
“What? Hmm? Don’t ‘Mother’ me now. Tell me, what did I say that wasn’t true?”
The young woman could only smile bashfully, casting a fleeting glance toward the mixed-heritage young man before quickly lowering her gaze in shyness.
Tul merely returned a faint smile, paying no attention to the beauty before him. He would not have cared at all if he had not learned during the meal about just how noble the lineage of Wadi—Napawadi—truly was.
That detail intrigued him far more than Wadi's pretty face ever could.
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