MB Prologue

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That person is good; this person is fantastic. Wowww.

“Âi Plêrng! You cannot look at every man’s ass with that kind of gaze.” Andrea says.

[[Translator's Note: The Thai word ไอ้ (Âi) is a versatile and frequently informal prefix. When used before a person's name, noun, or pronoun, it is often derogatory, rude, or conveys strong disrespect, similar to adding " bloody" or "fucking." However, it can also be used neutrally or affectionately among very close friends, or when referring to objects and animals, where it simply functions as a casual demonstrative without negative intent. The tone is entirely dependent on context.]]

“What way, Wá?” Plêrng responds.

"..."

“I want to have all of them, Wá!”

[[Translator's Note: The Thai particle วะ (Wá) is a strongly informal and masculine word used at the end of statements or questions. It primarily conveys roughness, irritation, or defiance. While it can express camaraderie among very close male friends, it is overwhelmingly rude and confrontational in most contexts, similar to English expletives (fuck/fucking) used for emphasis. Its use signals a very low level of politeness.]]

Inside the restaurant, a gathering spot for students from the Faculty of Engineering which had just finished its cheering ceremony an hour prior, it is crowded with students from various years socializing boisterously after months of maintaining stern faces, speaking sternly, and teaching juniors songs. Meanwhile, the juniors are building relationships with the seniors, so no matter which direction one looks, well-built young men are passing by, providing a visual feast for… Nai Práo Plêrng.

[[Translator's Note: The name เพราเพลิง is a poetic and evocative Thai compound. เพลิง (Plêrng or Phleeng) means "flame" or "fire." เพรา (Phrae or Phrao) is an archaic, literary word meaning "beautiful" or "elegant." Combined, the name evokes the image of a "beautiful flame" or "elegant fire," suggesting a captivating, radiant, and potentially dangerous intensity. The pronunciation is approximately Phrao-Phleeng, with "Phrao" sounding like the English "prow" but with a flapped 'r'.]]

A handsome young man who is confident that his large, round eyes are appealing, his nose is elegantly high-bridged, and his lips have a naturally beautiful color unmatched by anyone. Add to that a slender, huggable figure and extremely fair skin typical of someone who takes excellent care of themselves and gets regular glutathione injections(?), this young man is considered one of the top choices if one is looking for a same-sex partner.

The person who is completely uninvolved with this party.

The person who tries every method to drag his friend along with him.

The person who is following a man's modest ass with a sweet, syrupy gaze.

This very person is Nai Práo Plêrng, a third-year student in the Faculty of Communication Arts.

[[Translator's Note: The Thai word นาย (Nai) is a multifaceted term. Its primary meaning is a formal title for a man, equivalent to "Nai" However, it is also used to mean "boss" or "superior." In modern informal speech, it can be used among male friends similarly to "dude" or "man," but crucially, it can sound condescending or highlight a power dynamic if used by someone of a higher status to address a subordinate.]]

“Come on, I want him, I don't want you.”

“But that's my Phîi!” Andrea objects.

[[Translator's Note: The Thai term พี่ (Phîi) is a foundational word for "older sibling." It functions as a gender-neutral, polite title for anyone slightly to significantly older, including friends, colleagues, and acquaintances. It expresses respect and familiarity, immediately establishing a friendly hierarchy. It is used both as a standalone term and as a prefix to names (e.g., Phîi Jack).]]

This time, Plêrng reluctantly tears his gaze away from the large, handsome man he was watching and looks back at his close female friend, who is kicking his shin repeatedly. He then makes a sour face.

“Looking this way is not pleasing to the eye at all.”

“Fine, sorry then that I was born a white-handed gibbon!”

Andrea, a beautiful Thai-Russian mixed-race young woman with a strikingly beautiful face and smoky-colored eyes, bares her teeth in response. Then she sighs, exasperated by the "itchy, unselective" nature of her close friend. This time, the friend has even developed an itch for her own Phîi, who is the president of the Engineering Faculty's student club.

This is precisely the reason he dragged her out with him on the closing ceremony day of another faculty.

Thwap!

“I am talking to you!”

“Ouch, why are you hitting me?”

When Plêrng turns to look at the large mixed-race young man, Andrea's Phîi, Andrea slaps Thwap on the back of his hand, forcing him to turn back with an adorably dazed expression, only to have his forehead poked almost immediately.

“I am talking, listen to me. Look at me, not at my Phîi.”

“But Phîi Drew is just so handsome. Look at him! A former university moon, speaks three languages, his looks are beyond mention because they are bloody fucking better than everyone in this room combined. And his physique, do not even get me started. Ooh la la, his biceps are firm, his thighs are fit. Look at that ass in those jeans, I do not even need Doraemon's glasses to guess what is underneath must be hu... Oof!” Plêrng, who was raving on, even rolls his eyes because his close friend shoves a whole fried prawn into his mouth. It is a good thing it did not pierce his windpipe!

Although if something else were to pierce it, he might like it(?), whatever!

“Yes, I know Andrew is handsome, but I do not want to hear commentary on what my Phîi has below his belt... let-me-die! Can you not help being a demure, reserved gay like Âi Phént [pronounced paint, but not spelled that way] sometimes?”

“If I were like Âi Phént, my uterus would be rusted shut.”

“Âi Plêrng! You do not have a uterus!”

Plêrng laughs heartily, making his close friend grimace. He can stop acting anytime if he feels refreshed. He finally turns his attention to his friend properly, after spending tonight constantly gazing at that table, staring at this table, and sometimes resting his chin on his hand.

“Your face is adorably advanced. If you could just tone down the rhino a bit, I am sure men would be running after you in droves.” The posture of resting his chin, smiling small smiles, with those big eyes, red lips, tiny face, and such beautiful skin—when is it ever not adorable? The only problem is this damn personality of 'if I want it, I must have it'.

[[Translator's Note: The Thai word แรด (Râet) literally means "rhinoceros." In its slang usage, it refers to a person, typically a woman, who is perceived to have a very high or insatiable sexual desire. The term is strongly derogatory and objectifying. Its interpretation depends entirely on context, shifting between a literal animal and a potent slur.]]

“Thanks for the compliment.”

“Yeah, I was singing your praises,” Andrea says sarcastically, annoyed.

“Back to the topic of Âi Phént, I cannot do what he does. Falling in love with one person for how many years now? Wasting time until it is deadly.”

“Well, you are just not normal.”

Plêrng puffs up his cheeks until they are puffy, looking at her with still eyes. This makes the beautiful young woman poke his forehead again.

“Do not bother. I have known you for three years now. I am not falling for your tricks.”

“Hahaha, true though. With you, it does not work anymore.” Plêrng says laughingly, thinking of another close friend who is usually always with him. But if it is ogling men in a pub like this, he will not come along, even though normally he sticks to him like glue, so close they are inseparable, telling him everything. It is because he already has someone in his heart.

The thought of tying himself to just one person makes Práo Plêrng shudder with apprehension.

His Phîi taught him that one must make the most of life. He does not care if anyone says he is easy. If it is refreshing, it is because it is truly refreshing, is it not?

“Look, take that person over there. Even from a hundred meters away, you can tell he must be the serious, boring type, monogamous, and probably still a virgin. What man would want to get close to a man like this, Wá?” Plêrng turns back to whisper with his friend, then nods towards the table where Phîi Andrew is sitting. He looks directly at a large man wearing thick-framed glasses, whose face looks so serious it seems unapproachable.

Truthfully, Plêrng cannot tell from this distance if his looks are good. His physique is acceptable, but the aura he emits of being the serious type—the kind who would probably propose marriage if he got someone—makes Plêrng not want to get close. He is a person who loves freedom. Meanwhile, Andrea narrows her eyes a little before exclaiming softly.

“That is Phîi Sǐndhu, is it not?”

“Ooh la la, even his name is boring.”

[[Translator's Note: The Thai spelling สินธุ์ comes from Sanskrit Sǐndhu (river/ocean). Its pronunciation, Sǐn, differs significantly from its spelling: the final letters -น์ are silent, a common feature in Thai words of Sanskrit origin.]]

“Âi'This! Listen first, will you? That is Phîi Sǐndhu, Phîi Drew's close friend. They have known each other since high school. You come to my house often. It is true, just as you said, that Phîi he is a serious person, but the young women scream a lot, Wôoi. His manner is profound and deep, he is kind, and when he smiles he is very handsome. Besides, he also studies Law, among the top of his year. His brain is at the level where he passed the medical school entrance exam but did not take it, you know.”

[[Translator's Note: The Thai word เว้ย (Wôoi) is a strongly informal, masculine interjection. It is used to call for someone's attention, often abruptly, similar to "hey!" or "oy!". It can express annoyance or be used casually among close male friends. While not as inherently rude as some other particles, its tone is always forceful and very casual.]]

“Is he a dim-wit? He passed the medical school entrance exam and did not take it.”

“Well, Phîi he did not want to be responsible for people's lives, is it not?”

“So he studies Law to exploit people instead.”

“What bias do you have against him?” Andrea stares sharply, in a way that makes the teasing person laugh.

“No, no. Do you like him, Wá?”

“Nope. I do not like him. I just think he is handsome. But that type is not my type, Wá.”

“See? You even said he is not!” Plêrng laughs brightly, until his close friend glares.

“I do not know. Whenever I am near Phîi Sǐndhu, I feel there is something that makes me scared... Âi Plêrng, are you listening to me or not!”

Andrea even gasps in exasperation because the cute short young man who is shorter than her is sweeping his gaze around the restaurant again. And if she is not imagining it, that one over there is looking at him, this one here is looking at him. One can definitely say that if Âi Plêrng intends to go fishing tonight, he will definitely get a catch to take home.

Did she make the right or wrong decision agreeing to come eat with him?

“I will wait for the day when you have a real one.”

“In ten years, you can come talk to me about this again.”

The young woman prays to all sacred entities for him to be tamed!

Good Lord, please let Âi Plêrng meow like a kitten just once!

Once the short hand of the clock moves past twelve for a good while, Plêrng is blissfully intoxicated until his cheeks are flushed red. His large, round eyes are glistening with the alcohol in his bloodstream, calling the gazes of many people to look his way. It reaches the time when he is deciding who he should choose to go back with nicely before he gets drunker and loses the mood.

However...

“Dre, you are going back with Drew, right?”

Andrew breaks away from his group of friends and juniors and comes over here, asking his Nông with concern while sweeping his gaze around the restaurant to declare that no one should touch his Nông, until the Nông glances at the person beside her.

No matter how much she calls him a rhino, she cannot help but worry about him.

“You go back with Phîi Drew. I will go back later.”

With someone.

Of course, he does not speak the end of the sentence aloud, because he still wants to look good in the eyes of the handsome senior. Plus... he is very large.

Having said that, he cannot help but sneak a glance downward.

Ooh la la, I want to see.

"Âi Plêrng!"

“Hah! Oh, oh, you go back with Phîi Drew. I am really fine. I only drank a few glasses, plus my condo is right here.” When his friend calls, he clears his throat slightly, turns to give a smile to his close friend's Phîi, but it seems he himself attracts the attention of the other party as well.

“Nông Plêrng, which condo do you live in?”

Good Lord, what kind of man is so damn handsome? Every time he calls me Nông Plêrng, I swoon.

“Plêrng lives in the condo opposite the university, Khrap, Phîi Drew. The tall cream-green building.”

[[Translator's Note: The Thai word ครับ, Khrap is a polite particle used by male speakers. It is appended to statements and questions, or used as a standalone "yes," to show formality and respect.]]

“Ohhhh.”

A house would be fine too. Grrrrrr. Stay calm, Âi Plêrng. Today you might take home a premium import.

The large senior is smiling with a pleased smile, so the person looking tries to suppress his own smile, emphasizing doe eyes and leaning his chest forward modestly. If he were not mindful of his friend, he would reach out to stroke his arm once or twice, while intently watching the very sexy lips moving up and down with a soft, gentle voice.

The person who says... “Then, Phîi, can you ask a friend to go back with him?”

Pew!!!

“Heh, hahaha, hahaha. Ouch, sorry, I must have eaten laughing mushrooms.”

Suddenly, that ungrateful friend laughs loudly, causing the handsome Phîi to turn and look in confusion. But that friend-person is looking at him with vengeful hatred, wanting to bend down and pick up the fragments of his face shattered finely on the floor to piece them back together.

Phîi does not care, Nông does not blame, but Phîi cannot push the responsibility onto Nông like this!!!

Práo Plêrng thinks with gritted teeth.

Why should I accept, Wá!!!

“Yes, Khrap, Phîi Drew. Which person, Khrap?”

I want to punch myself once!!

Plêrng secretly sighs. Well, if anyone looked at Phîi Drew's face right now, they would all soften. Those pair of smoky-colored eyes looking expectantly, the lips curving into a pleading smile, the expression that says please help. When all of that is combined, Plêrng himself softens into a soft pudding.

Not to mention the smile that widens even more when he asks which person.

Okay, he can let the fish go for today.

But the person whom Andrew walks over to drag back by the arm is what makes Plêrng want to hold his temples, while Andrea laughs loudly again.

Why, you ask?

“This is Sǐndhu, Phîi's friend. He lives in the same condo as us. Phîi, please take him back. Hey, Âi Sǐndhu, are you still conscious, Wá!”

Plêrng wants to ask himself more whether he is still conscious, because the man being dragged limply with his arm over Andrew's shoulder is the same person he just gossiped about hot off the press, and even said his name is super boring. When he turns to look at his close friend's face, that person just covers her mouth, her shoulders shaking, not thinking to help with a single word, until he has no choice but to resign himself.

Fine, Wá! Not eating ice cream for one night will not kill anyone!

“Phîi Drew, can you please help take Phîi, uh, Sǐndhu, to the car, Khrap?”

“Sure, thank you, Nông Plêrng.”

When Andrew calls him Nông Plêrng again, the person who intended to find a warm pillow abandons his plan. He gets up from the table, grabs money to give to his friend, then walks over to help support that Âi Phîi Sǐndhu whatever on the other side. He does not have time to notice that this senior is very large, because he uses that moment to sneakily feel up Andrew's biceps stealthily.

Who says when supporting a drunk person you have to hug their waist? Noooo. Âi Plêrng properly grabs the back of Phîi Andrew's friend's shirt.

“Hup! Âi Sǐndhu, you are damn heavy.”

That's right. It makes me pant.

Práo Plêrng says in his heart tiredly, panting heavily, not thinking that just walking from the restaurant to the car would require this much effort until he has to glare at the man who is thrown into the passenger seat. But before he has time to investigate, Andrew turns around with a wide smile.

“Phîi entrusts my friend to you, Khrap... Nông Plêrng, can you manage to get him up to your room? You are just a little one yourself.”

"I can manage, Khrap!"

Slap his own mouth once!

Plêrng wants to go crazy, because saying he can manage is not about taking a person with a cheesy name up to his room, but if Phîi Drew will do anything with him, any position, any way, he can manage it all, Khrap!

“Then Phîi entrusts him to you.”

“Khrap, Khrap.”

Slap his own mouth again, please. Holllllllllll

The thoughts of the person who reluctantly walks around to take the driver's seat. He makes droopy eyes like a ownerless puppy (which everyone says is heart-stoppingly cute), looking directly at the extremely handsome mixed-race senior, hoping beyond hope that this cuteness will prick the gentleman's heart and make him transform into a wolf, pouncing into his white chest even a little bit would be good. But Andrew just... takes two steps back, then raises his hand to wave goodbye.

"Bird!"

Yes, I am the bird!

Plêrng glances in the rearview mirror again and feels even more hurt, because the mixed-race young man turns his back and walks into the restaurant without caring about him one bit. He can only take his hurt feelings and throw them at the drunk person who is sleeping with his neck limp.

“Your neck is limp, so what the shit-lizard did you drink, Wá? A clear burden on me! And there are so many condos, why live in the same one as me? Bloody fucking hell! Tonight I have to sleep itchy alone again!” The more he speaks, the more hurt he feels, so he bloody fucking steps on the accelerator, so he can return quickly, then go take a bath and sleep. And if it itches a lot... he suspects he will have to rely on a helper.

Sigh. The more he thinks, the more disheartened he feels. A person who never lacks men has to go home and use a dildo with his own hole.

“A moment ago, I almost got someone. Although not as handsome as Phîi Drew, the size was okay, Wá. Shit, Âi obstacle to my gain!”

The driver says with a slightly louder voice, because he is side-eyeing another Engineering senior who walked past their table many times. He secretly noticed that the worm in his pants is probably not small, and expected that in a few more minutes he would come over to chat him up for an extremely wild night, but instead had to take a drunk person back to his room!

Did not get the man, plus has a burden!

Plêrng grumbles sullenly the whole way, until he turns the car into the luxurious condominium that his Aunt bought for him as a gift when he passed the university entrance exam years ago. He has to get out and stand there, gasping, because the man in the car... is very large.

At least he is much larger than me.

The young man wants to just let him sleep right here if not for the fact that Phîi Drew entrusted him.

Well, if he goes and tells Phîi Drew, he will miss out completely!

Thinking this, he inserts himself under the armpit of the large person and exerts effort to lift, but bloody fucking hell, damn heavy!

So he yells into his ear. “Phîi Sǐndhu! If you do not help move your ass out of here, Plêrng will let you sleep right here!”

“Uhhh.”

Luckily, this Phîi Sǐndhu whatever still has a little bit of consciousness left, because he moves slowly and agrees to lean towards Práo Plêrng, helping to move out of the car, even though he is completely unsteady, and almost causes them both to fall on their butts on the parking lot ground.

“Damn! Damn!! Damn it!!!"

Plêrng complains another round, but still helps support the large person towards the elevator with all his strength. Now, forget about inspecting the person beside him, just using strength to drag him uses up so much energy.

Therefore, the sound of panting grows louder and louder. Then the young man discovers another troublesome thing…

...he does not know which room Phîi Sǐndhu is staying in!

On top of that, he ends up bringing the other party up to his own floor.

“Hack, hack, Phîi... what room are you in... Hack...” The tired person tries to ask, but the drunk person just makes groaning sounds, and then...

“Hey!”

Crash!

Sǐndhu stumbles forward, until Plêrng himself cannot bear the force. Does he think he will agree to roll around on the floor with him? His instinct tells him to let go. Therefore, the large man goes down to lie flat on the corridor floor, until Plêrng gasps another heavy sigh. Usually he might put on a face with tears welling up, but now... he is really going to cry.

“Hoo, I do not want this anymore. I am not looking anymore. Just sleep here.”

The cute person almost sobs, walking to open his own room. But before he can step inside...

“Hik, Âi crazy, Âi cheesy name, Âi burden!” Plêrng then staggers back to drag the arm of the large person, managing with great difficulty to get him into his bedroom. Plêrng might be a bit crazy for men, but he is not without a shred of kindness.

Once he gets the large person into the room, after both hitting and pleading, until the drunk person looks up with bleary, glistening eyes, and luckily he exerts some effort to move, until Plêrng can throw him down onto the soft bed. This time, the small person is both panting, having thrown the other, and slumps down sitting beside the bed, extremely exhausted.

“If I am so tired I get stabbed, I will not complain a single word,” the person sobs in his throat, then stands up. Now he wants to take a bath and then go to sleep. He will not do it, will not do it and masturbate.

Tired to bloody fucking death, but...

Thud

Crash!

Práo Plêrng truly does not have time to react when he is thrown down to lie in the middle of the bed. Before he can even blink to call back his senses, he finds a large black shadow looming over his body. Then he becomes even more startled than before, because... something locks his wrists up above the pillow.

Something that is a palm as strong as unbreakable iron pincers.

Click

Plêrng does not even have time to call the large person's full name, his whole body suddenly freezes because he sees... a wild animal.

A sharp, distinct face that had torn off the large glasses at some unknown time, revealing fierce, savage eyes staring as if to crush and devour until he is helpless. It is looking directly at Práo Plêrng without looking away. The lips that Plêrng criticized as surely belonging to a man who speaks boringly instead stretch into a malicious smile. Then...

Rip!

The large hand yanks his student uniform shirt until the sound of buttons popping is heard. Even though it does not tear open completely, it reveals the smooth, white expanse of his chest to his sight.

Two pairs of eyes meet.

One is extremely surprised.

One is as hot as a predator.

And then... their story begins...