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“Section 276 states that whoever rapes another person by threatening in any manner, by using forcible violence, while that other person is in a condition of inability to resist, or by causing that other person to misunderstand that he is another person, shall be punished with imprisonment from four years to twenty years and a fine from 8,000 baht to 40,000 baht...”
Inside the lecture hall of the Faculty of Law, a young man is sitting in the corner of the room with an expression akin to facing execution, while he accurately recites the Penal Code, Section 276, the type that does not require relying on the open book laid out before him.
What is this section about, you ask?... Rape, of course.
The Penal Code is considered a subject Sǐndhu is proficient in, not because he is particularly interested, but because... he is particularly afraid of it, how about that!
Thump
“Again! I did it again!”
Sǐndhu raises his hands and rubs his head vigorously, his mind unsettled, thinking back to the morning he woke up in someone else's bed. More importantly than that... the marks of sexual violation on that person's body.
He does not need anyone to prove his guilt; he knows full well who did it.
Himself, this very Sǐndhu, that's who. And he did it to a man!
No matter how cute that blurry face in his mind is, Sǐndhu is sure there was definitely something hanging between those two legs. And the law clearly states that rape is the act of using the perpetrator's sexual organ against the sexual organ, anus, or mouth of another person... He might have been very drunk, but he definitely shoved it in fully.
Yes, just like every other time he has sex. And even though the law does not explicitly include the anal cavity, no matter how he looks at it, Sǐndhu definitely committed rape.
Before this, he may have had an uncontrollable nature during sex, but that was not rape. Even if he wakes up to find the other party crying and cursing him as a villainous demon, the beginning involved mutual consent. But this time is not the case. Sǐndhu only remembers vaguely. Furthermore, he does not think that person would have easily consented to him.
Sǐndhu knows he is a large man, very strong, and that youth... so tiny!
Good Lord, he does not even know if they are over eighteen.
The young man becomes more stressed the more he thinks, and the more he remembers how he fled the scene, the more guilty he feels. He knows he apologized, but fleeing from responsibility like this is not a trait someone studying law should have, not even a little. But what can he do? He truly cannot bear to look at that Nông's face.
Not only the exhausted demeanor, but those bite marks, those bruises on the body, those marks from the sexual violation...
“What the fuck did I do, Wá!?”
“Hey, Âi Sǐndhu, what's wrong with you?”
Sǐndhu looks up at the sound of his name and finds it is his close friend.
“Last night..."
“Yeah, last night you went drinking with that Âi Drew's gang, right?”
“Not exactly. Actually, I just went to get something from him, but he said since I was already there, have a drink. You know I'm a lightweight.”
So lightweight that he gets drunk, loses consciousness, and forces himself on someone else. Sǐndhu thinks miserably, while his friend looks at him curiously.
“So why do you look like you're about to receive a death sentence, Wá? And why the Penal Code? We don't have it this term. Don't tell me you're reciting the whole bloody thing. I just forgot everything after the exam was over and I survived.” Mix [Mik] says jokingly, but the listener finds it not the least bit funny, because his gaze inadvertently strays to the section left open, until his friend follows his gaze.
“Don't tell me you accidentally forced yourself on someone last night and are now calculating the sentence for when the court convicts you... Uh, you're not joking with me, are you?” The speaker's face falls more and more, in a way that Sǐndhu has already held his temples in frustration.
“What happened, Wá?" Mix [Mik] sits down beside him and asks with concern.
“I don't know, Wá. I only remember starting to get drunk and wanting to go back, but that Âi Drew's gang said to stay a bit longer. Then I don't remember how I got back. It's very blurry, Âi Mix. I woke up and found someone lying next to me. Okay, I kinda vaguely remember having sex, but...” The speaker falls silent, and that makes the listener sigh along with him.
They have known each other for four years now, so they somewhat know Sǐndhu's problem. The problem being... sex is the reason Nai Sǐndhu breaks up with every romantic partner.
“Was their condition serious, Wá?"
“...My bite marks were all over their body.” The speaker almost moans instead of answering, indicating that the condition of his bed partner was not the least bit mild.
He hardly paid any attention to what the other party's face looked like, because the body was full of love marks, bruises from sucking, bite marks scattered over the fair, smooth skin, making them clearly visible. Even around the nipples, he saw bite marks that left the young man stunned by what he had done.
It was more severe than any of his ex-partners had ever received.
I'm screwed. That is what is in Sǐndhu's heart but remains unspoken.
“And what did they say?”
This is what Sǐndhu is most troubled about, because...
“I don't know. I apologized to them, and said I didn't intend for something like this to happen. When they said it was okay, I left immediately. I couldn't stand seeing the look of disgust and contempt, looking at me like I'm some despicable-person, Wá. And the shit-lizard shitty irony, they live in the same condo, the same number, but they're downstairs, I'm upstairs.” Sǐndhu says exhaustedly, because guilt is weighing on his throat, and he also inadvertently thinks...
“You were so drunk you went to the wrong room, and when they opened the door, you forced yourself on them, or what?”
There it is, Âi Mix [Mik] says exactly what is on his mind, laid utterly bare.
“I don't know.”
“So what are you going to do, Wá?”
“I don't know.”
“Are you going to face them?”
At this moment, Sǐndhu does not know what he should do first. In his heart, he wants to formally apologize to the other party, but another part of him thinks, should he really do that? If that person hasn't called the police, he probably curses vehemently about the evil thing he did. So, does he deserve to show his face to that person again?
If not fleeing in fear, it would be disgust and loathing to the point of not wanting to be near.
Once again, Sǐndhu reinforces the idea that someone like him... should not have a relationship with anyone.
Anyone can say that love has nothing to do with sex; he would definitely argue that it's not true. Is there such a thing? Or, if you love someone, don't you want to do things with the person you love? Therefore, what Sǐndhu has been telling himself these past few years is that he should not love anyone at all. Because when love reaches the point of having sex... it always disappears, every single time.
What should he do about his violent nature in bed!?
Right now, the young man has no answer to give. On top of that, he has to sit and worry about when he will be punished for a rape case.
In this world, is there really no one who can accept this side of my nature? The thought of the person staring exhaustedly at the Penal Code, not knowing... that he has found it, precisely.
***
Práo Plêrng has been in a bad mood all day, because it seems his two close friends only want to talk about how he was done by the senior from the Faculty of Law, the one who disappeared immediately after waking up in the morning, with great relish, commenting that they suspect that person does not like the cute, small, 'should-be-pinned-down' type of guy, until he is irritated beyond words.
Don't tell me he acted so shocked because he saw that he is a man?
The thought of the person whose face grows stiffer by the moment.
Plêrng knows that no matter how cute he is, he can't compare to a woman. It might catch the eye of fellow gay men, but a straight man like Phîi Andrew is definitely hopeless. And no matter how you look at it, that Phîi named Sǐndhu is probably all manly. Waking up to find a man in the same bed is probably the reason he fled the scene.
It's over. “Terrible!” He mumbles to himself irritably again, even though his face is contorted as if about to cry.
He isn't sad, you know. He is frustrated, that's what.
“I finally found my dream size, for real.” Plêrng mutters softly as he arrives in front of his room, and then he stumbles.
“What the hell is this?”
Right now, there is a basket of bird's nest placed in front of his room, along with... a note.
Whoosh
No need to think deeply about it. Plêrng grabs it to read immediately and finds scrawled handwriting that says...
'I'm sorry. I know this cannot replace an apology, but I want to apologize for what happened...'
Plêrng presses his lips together tightly... and crumples the paper into a round ball.
Then he walks into the room holding the extravagant bird's nest basket, and the moment the door closes...
“I don't want an apology, Wôoi!”
Everything just confirms even more that the serious-looking man, whom he had once disparaged by saying that if he got to do it once, his knees would probably go weak and he'd ask the other party to marry him to take responsibility, ran away because he is a man. Even that incredibly serious demeanor still prompted him to bother buying something to substitute for an apology, damn it.
Of course, Plêrng does not want it!
“If you want to apologize, come and do it to me again, Wá!”
This time, without running away too, okay.
The young man thinks irritably, places the basket right there, glances at the bed which is still in the same condition as this morning, and then raises his hands to cover his face.
No, no. Someone like him is not sad because he lost his virginity. That was lost long ago. But he is damn regretful.
“Why does that one I like have to be with this type of person, Wá?”
Plêrng thinks of the supremely wild fun from last night that left bite marks all over his body and sighs directly, then goes to strip the bed sheet and throws it into the washing machine. He does not want to see the evidence that someone like him became weak and yielding to that type of person. His mouth also mumbles along.
“Just you wait. Âi Plêrng will find a cooler, better, more skilled, hotter one to show you!”
Hotter than this! He tells himself in his heart, to hell with straight men, he will go find a good one.
Oh, but not today. Right now, he is brimming. The mood from last night still lingers. The itch will probably last for many more days.
Bloody fucking hell! Why did it turn out like this!
***
Several days later, Plêrng drives his car into the condo feeling like crying his eyes out, even though he should be smiling brightly and in a good mood after just having released some tension. But it is not so. Even though he went to his regular downtown club, even though he only had to cast his charm for a few minutes to hook several catches for him to pick from as he pleased, which, after estimating by sight and external size, he took them to continue at a hotel... It was a complete failure.
It is not that the other party did not know how to do it or that it was their first time with a man and they failed at the finish line.
It was Práo Plêrng's own mood that failed!
Good, ha, Hak, hak, hak, so tight, so cute, Nông is the cutest.
You like this, don't you? It's squeezing me so tight inside.
“Nông is fucking amazing.”
Plêrng really wants to ask that damned nuisance... have you looked at my face even a little?
He used to think size was one of the top factors in decision-making, because no matter how bad the rest is, it still has its merits. But what happened a few nights ago makes him realize he was completely wrong. Plêrng is asking himself, can sex really be this boring?
Where is the euphoria, the rush, the surging intensity when reaching the climax of passion? Tonight, not a single one of those things happened.
Okay, he felt that part rubbing in, but something tells Plêrng it is not right. He wants more than this. More intense than this. To be treated like he is just a little helpless bunny more than this. But what is this? That person just kept moaning with pleasure, pounding away, and was even proud that he was so skilled, even though Plêrng did not finish even once.
Terrible!
Therefore, once that person finished and made a move to continue, Plêrng got out of bed, took a shower, and left with this feeling of wanting to cry, see?
“If you don't scratch the right spot, how can the itch go away, Wá!”
Plêrng sobs in his throat, walks up to his room, and then even more... feels like crying, bloody fucking.
Today, there is a basket of fruit.
Is that Phîi Sǐndhu's Phô running a gift basket business or what, Wá!?
[[Translator's Note: The Thai word พ่อ (Phô) primarily means "father." It is also used as a respectful term for an older man, similar to "uncle." However, when used in certain phrases, it becomes a severe insult. For example, พ่อมึง (Phô meung), literally "your father," is a vulgar and aggressive curse akin to "motherfucker," used to express extreme contempt.]]
Plêrng grabs the basket and enters the room; he does not need to read the attached note to know that person has probably written to apologize again as usual. And because he holds the principle of not chasing after people who are not interested, they still have not met face to face.
All he has are these baskets filling the room, that's it!
Yesterday there was a brand name basket.
The day before there was a basket of snacks, like a New Year's gift.
Don't they know that the more he sees them, the more it hurts?
If they really want to apologize, come and help scratch like that night, Sì! The thought of the person who places the basket next to the other three, then heads straight to the bedroom to grab the thing that can help him in a mood like this... his favorite bright blue dildo.
[[Translator's Note: The Thai particle สิ (Sì) is used to add emphasis, urgency, or persuasion to a statement. It often translates as the force behind a strong suggestion, a permission-granting "go ahead," or a challenging "of course!" For example, "ทำสิ" means "Just do it!" or "Go on, do it!" Its function is to strongly encourage or confirm an action.]]
No need for long speeches now. He takes off his clothes, jumps onto the bed, and hastily begins the operation for thrilling pleasure with both hands, hoping it might help him forget the terrible night a little. After all, Plêrng himself should know best which parts of his body are sensitive.
So one hand plays with his own nipples, while the other sends his beloved tool down below.
A sharp, piercing thrill...
"Sob..."
It should be like that, but what happens is Plêrng lets out a soft sound in his throat like a sob, then throws his beloved toy to the other side of the bed, lying sprawled out exhausted, using teary eyes to look at the ceiling, because... it is not right.
The feeling from that night was so good, so good that these things cannot make him feel the way he always has.
Âi Plêrng wants Phîi Sǐndhu right now! This instant!
In his heart, he wants to do just that. Just call Andrew once, and he would get the other party's number in his hand. He might even know the room number too. But with the stubborn pride that he has never chased after anyone in his entire life—there has only ever been some light flirting, and the other party comes running to him—having to put in effort to get someone to sleep with him is utterly disgraceful.
He does not want to gain a reputation for being a bothersome, clingy gay guy, you know.
But right now...
“That crazy Phîi Sǐndhu, that boring person, that heart-stealing lawyer!”
The point is... and does Phîi intend to come and steal it again?
“I want it. I want it. I want that dream size. I want it. Huuuuh!”
In the end, he ends up whining to himself.
***
“Phîi Plêrng looks kind of pale. Did your partner put a buffalo spirit in your belly?”
“Âi Phán, I am your Phîi, you know.”
“And since when did Phán say that Phîi Plêrng is Phán's Nông?”
When the weekend arrives, Plêrng can no longer stand his room being full of baskets whose owner he never sees. So he packs everything and brings it back home, until his only Nông, who is in her first year at another university, comments whether his new partner has opened a gift basket wrapping service, making him startle violently and verbally deny it vehemently.
But the Nông continues, Well, right now he hasn't had a buffalo spirit put in his belly, but he wants to put that one into his hole. Satisfied?
Plêrng is stunned for a moment, then stares at his only Nông, the owner of a tall, slender figure like a model.
The Práo Plêrng household consists of three siblings.
The eldest... Phra Phai.
The middle... Práo Plêrng.
The youngest... Prai Phán.
While the eldest sibling is tall and big like their Phô, with sharp features matching his skin tone, Plêrng inherited his height and complexion from their Mâe, which, the more it's accentuated, the more strikingly fair he becomes. The youngest got her tall frame from their Phô and her complexion from their Mâe, making her the most perfect.
[[Translator's Note: The Thai word แม่ (Mâe) primarily means "mother." However, it is also used extensively as a respectful and affectionate term for older women, often added to their name or profession (e.g., แม่ค้า, "vendor auntie"). Furthermore, it is a foundational word in compound nouns for female animals and objects. Its tone is overwhelmingly one of respect and familiarity.]]
Although the three siblings have quite different physiques and faces, one thing they share is... a self-centered personality.
If you ask Plêrng who this fun-loving nature comes from, the first answer is their Aunt. But because their Aunt is married, he will answer again: his Phîi.
Their Phîi Phra Phai also enjoys finding satisfying bed partners.
As for the youngest, even though she is only in her first year,... she had already smoothly worked her way through half the senior class in high school.
Oh, and that was in an all-girls school too.
If you ask who this personality is like, Plêrng would have to say the whole house, that's who.
“And where is Phîi Phai going?”
“He's upstairs, getting dressed handsomely. He said he's going hunting for prey today.”
Plêrng nods slowly, because just this much makes it clear that his Phîi has his sights set on someone. Before he can even finish speaking, the eldest sibling whistles his way downstairs in a good mood, carrying his trusty helmet down with him, indicating he's probably taking his beloved big bike out today.
“Looks like you really like this prey,” the middle sibling remarks, making the very cheerful eldest stop and approach with a wide smile.
“Why are you able to come home today, Âi Plêrng?”
“Mâe said to come back and help choose some perfume. We're going to the mall this afternoon.” Among the three siblings, Plêrng is their Mâe's favorite child, because he is the only one who doesn't get bored when dragged along shopping. As for the youngest, even though she is a girl, because she is more easygoing like their Phô, she usually declines at times like this.
“And also to bring these to help eat.” The speaker nods towards the six gift baskets placed in a row.
“Are you dating someone who runs a gift basket wrapping business or what, Wá?”
“You sound like Phán, Phîi Phai.”
Plêrng makes a face at the two siblings ganging up on him, annoyed.
“Want to take some? Maybe your prey will like it.”
“No. Last time I invited him to eat and he firmly refused. If I gave him this, he'd probably throw it away.” Phra Phai says while spinning his helmet; his sharp features reveal an even broader smile. He seems to be thinking of that person. And Plêrng is not mistaken at all in what he sees... a doting glint in his eyes.
“Is this the same person as last month, Pâ?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That's a long time. Haven't you done it again yet?”
“I have.”
"Then?"
“But I want more than just doing it.”
The middle sibling freezes for a moment, looking at the eldest sibling who seems to be in an even better mood, because mostly Phîi Phai is easily bored and never talks about anyone more than twice. But it seems this time he is targeting the same person even though some time has passed, even though he has already had him, until he cannot help but ask.
“Are you serious this time?”
Phra Phai glances at his phone which vibrates briefly, then turns to raise an eyebrow at his younger sibling while standing up. Then he says words that almost make the two listeners shock, eyes wide.
“And what, is it wrong if I am serious?”
“Phîi Plêrng! Phîi Plêrng! Call Aunt quickly and tell her Phîi Phai has removed his fangs and claws!”
“Yeah, call, call right now, Phán!”
Phra Phai laughs loudly, knocking his younger siblings on the head once each.
“I'm not playing with you guys anymore. I'm leaving. Wish me luck.”
The eldest walks to the living room door, while the youngest is grabbing her phone intending to really call their Aunt, but the middle sibling is looking after the eldest who just confessed himself that he has been persistently chasing after someone for a while now. And that makes...
“Phîi Phai!”
Plêrng runs after him, until the owner of the name turns around.
“If Plêrng has someone he really wants, what should he do?”
Phra Phai smiles brightly, looking at his Nông's seriously scary expression (how can he not be serious? He's been lonely for many days), and says in a decisive tone, “Do everything possible until you get him.”
“Do everything possible...” Plêrng repeats the words.
“Yes, every way. Okay, I'm going now. Good luck to you too.”
The eldest revs his big bike and leaves, while Plêrng remains standing still in the same spot, in contrast to his eyes which are gradually growing brighter and more brilliant. The corner of his mouth twitches up into a determined smile.
That's right. If he wants his dream log, he just has to do everything until he gets it!
If he doesn't give it, then just cut the bloody thing down and make it into a dildo to decorate the room!
The thought of the person smiling wickedly.
***
Sǐndhu continues to heave heavy sighs for who knows how many days now, while staring at his mobile phone screen showing a gift basket order, thinking about what he should send today to apologize to that youth. The young man himself does not know how long he should keep doing this... well, until this feeling of guilt fades, I guess.
It will probably be a long time yet.
The thought of the person who sighs heavily again, walking down from the building, but has to halt mid-step because...
“Hello, Phîi Sǐndhu.”
He has never met a young man this cute before in his life.
The young man tells himself in his heart, while sweeping his gaze over the person who called his name, feeling perplexed.
He is a tall person, but his friends around him are also quite tall, so he doesn't feel much about it. Standing next to this Nông though, the other party looks distinctly small. However, height is not the first thing Sǐndhu notices, but the large, round eyes that are indescribably sweet, the plump, bright red lips, the very fair skin, especially framed by reddish-brown hair, making the face stand out in a way that makes his heart beat unforgivably.
Sǐndhu has heard girls talk about pretty boys, cute boys, but this is the first time he has encountered one in person so vividly.
No, wait, he met one before...
Thud
In that second, his sharp eyes widen more and more. A memory flashes into his head.
Back then, he only noticed the bite marks on the body; moreover, that youth's face was paler than this, his hair more disheveled. But it is superimposing itself onto this cute face that is now smiling at him, until the perpetrator of the rape case startles violently, his long legs inadvertently taking a step back.
“Do you remember me?”
I'm screwed!
Just like that, the man built like a tower turns around, intending to flee, but...
Thump
“Where are you running to, Phîi?”
“N-...No.” Sǐndhu shakes his head vigorously, looking at the cute youth who is moving another step closer to him. He cannot help but think that beneath this cuteness lies hidden sexiness, and an indescribable danger. Besides that... his grip is really strong.
“Phîi Sǐndhu probably doesn't remember me. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Plêrng, a third-year Communication Arts student. Do you vaguely remember a little?”
"Plêrng can't take it... Huuuh... can't take it, can't take it anymore..."
A memory suddenly flashes through him, leaving him almost dazed.
“Uh, I just remembered he has some urgent business. Can you let go of my hand, Nông Plêrng...”
“Oh, I just remembered something too. I have to post news online about some man who did something and won't take responsibility.” Came Nông Plêrng's reply.
Thud
After that, the person Sǐndhu finds cute smiles at him again.
“This time, can Phîi postpone his urgent business first?”
At that moment, why does Sǐndhu get such goosebumps? He doesn't know.
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