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Karma is definitely catching up to me. It is definitely karma coming to punish a horny youth like me!
I am in a state of crisis. I look left and right in a panic. But besides seeing a beautiful bathroom with a round bathtub, I do not see anything that can help me escape from this crisis.
Jump out the window, Âi Gok... shit-lizards! Is that all your brain can think of!
I raise my hands and rub my head vigorously as I look at the window and find only a clear glass pane fixed to the top perimeter of the bathroom and an exhaust fan. And even though I am as small as an ant, that is just a figure of speech; let-me-die, I cannot squeeze out through the vent. Furthermore, when I look down at my own hands...
"Shit-lizard!!!"
I groan, my voice no different from a cat having its neck broken (?)
Damn it, what am I going to do with this multipurpose shirt?... It is multipurpose, you see. Other people use tissues. See how smart I am, adapting a shirt for a use other than wearing it, until the dark-colored shirt is stained with murky water, sticky and slimy.
Let-me-die, is this the time for games, you damned Gok!!!
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Nong Gok, are you okay?"
"N... No, Phîi!!!"
My voice is so high-pitched it could shatter the top of the Empire State Building. I mean, it is fucking high. My hands are clutching the shirt.
"Then, can you put my clothes on? Why are the pants outside? Oh, this is... "
What did you see? What did you see! Why did you not finish your sentence!?!
I do not know what the hell Phîi Pong found, but his silence makes my heart sink to my ankles. I am already stressed enough to go gray, but first, I must destroy the evidence completely!
Crackle... Sizzle!!!
This calls for washing, damn it!
I turn and turn on the sink faucet full force, not caring that water splashes all over the bathroom floor. Then I throw the shirt into the sink and proceed to scrub it vigorously with both hands. My hands are moving faster and more frantically than when I masturbate. I am not even afraid that Phîi's shirt will tear in my hands. I mean, if it tears, I can just buy him a new one. But if he discovers a large quantity of semen, I will not know where to put my face.
"Nong Gok, are you sure you are okay?"
"I am fine, Phîi, I am fine. Are you not going to go take care of the customers?"
Go out, damn it. Go. No matter how stubborn it is. I startle intensely, urging him to leave with all my might while mentally cursing the murky water stains.
Well, most of it washes away with the water, but some parts remain as visible stains on the shirt. Since I had gripped it and stroked it, I have to scrub it vigorously again.
"I have finished handling everything. I am not baking any more today."
"Then go help out front at the shop!"
Just a little more. It will all be gone. Just a little more.
I do not realize my voice has become hoarse and frantic because I am only focused on the shirt in my hands.
"Pam can handle it alone. But I am more worried about you. Is anything wrong?"
"No!!!"
I practically shout that out. Then I slowly let a smile spread across my face.
Yes! It is all gone!!!
If I could, I would jump and punch the air. But if I did that now, I would probably fall, hit my head on the floor, and die. I can only hold up the soaking wet shirt and shake it, holding it up right in my line of sight. I see that the unsightly stains have completely disappeared. I almost raise my hand to wipe my sweat in relief, but...
"Did I do something to make Nong Gok angry?"
Hey! Why that?!
I turn abruptly to look at the bathroom door immediately when that troubled tone comes from the other side. I shake my head vigorously. I want to shout and ask what part of his brain thinks he has displeased me. Besides picking me up from a trash can, bringing me here to shower, lending me new clothes, and me being ungrateful enough to do a despicable thing to his shirt... what reason do I have to be angry?
You should be the one angry with me!
"In a moment, I will leave this first-aid kit here. After you finish showering, you should tend to your wounds. I will not disturb you anymore."
Click... Bang!
"Phîi Pong!!!"
My eyes bulge. I grab the doorknob and open the door almost too late because the troubled tone of the cake shop Phîi affects my heart greatly. I rush out without thinking of anything besides swinging the door open, calling out to the room's owner who turns around at the sound of my call. And then he... freezes.
Oh, this handsome Phîi is staring at me with wide eyes, his eyes practically popping out.
"You did not do anything to make me angry. I am the one who should thank you for letting me shower. But... but, well, yes, I mean, I got your shirt dirty, so I came in to wash it for you. Here, see?"
Do not you dare ask me what I got it dirty with. Let it end here, understand?
I ask him firmly in my mind. But in reality, my explanation is shaky, and I hold up the soaking wet shirt in my hand for him to see. My heart is pounding, thumping, wondering if any stain remains, damn it. Why is Phîi Pong staring at me so intently? But before long, he turns his face away to the side and also raises his hand.
Why? Does he want the shirt back? To check its condition? Or has he caught on to what the hell I did!!! Hey, not the last option!
I snatch the shirt back toward me immediately when he reaches out as if to take it away. But me looking down at his hand makes me discover... the thing my soft dick was so worried about.
"I think Nong Gok should put your pants on first."
Shit-lizard!!! I am naked!!!
In Phîi Pong's hand are... my boxers.
My eyes are so wide I feel they are about to pop out. I can only stare at the boxers I took off and left there earlier, alternating with the face of the person holding them, who has turned away. Then I look down at myself, where only the shirt covers my body. And okay, it is long, as I said at first. But because it got wet from the water that splashed during the frantic washing, from the chest down, the shirt clings to my physique and shape. And yes, I am not wearing pants.
This shirt clings so much you can see the vague outline of my little friend!
Slap
"You horny Phîi!!!"
So fucking embarrassing! This time, I blame him entirely, because if I do not assign blame, I will be the one who dies from embarrassment.
The moment I regain my senses, I snatch the boxers from Phîi Pong's hand, spin around into the bathroom, and slam the door shut with a loud bang, not caring if the handle breaks off. I only know that... I am embarrassed, so embarrassed... I am fucking embarrassed!
"I want to die."
How many times have I said this since meeting Phîi Pong? But this time, I truly feel that way. Truly embarrassed. Truly guilty. And I... am truly horny, that's all.
The thought makes me raise both hands to cover my face. And do not call me a crybaby, because all I can manage is...
"Waaahhhhh, Mâe, I want to go home."
If I could have one wish right now, I would wish to vanish instantly and go home to hug Âi Moo!
I hate fairy tales. Where is the magic lamp? Where is the genie in the bottle? Where are the three wishes?... There is only this Gok, sitting hugging his knees, curled up on the sofa.
I cannot escape!
Whenever something happens, I usually rely on my hundredfold speed first. But since I only have my boxers and a wet shirt, what can I do except crack the door open a little when Phîi Pong knocks? I snatch the new shirt he offers into the bathroom. But like I said, Phîi Pong is this size, so even if he finds a new shirt for me, it is still the same large size. So I am still wearing the oversized shirt and the same pair of boxers, which, luckily, are not stained with anything for him to discover.
How could they be stained? I released everything onto his shirt.
And that shirt is the same. I thought I would be scolded, blamed, or given a disapproving look. But Phîi Pong just gives me a smile and takes it to throw into the washing machine, which I just found out is placed next to the downstairs toilet. And me? I can only walk with my head bowed, holding a bag of my dirty school uniform, standing stupidly in the middle of the room until he points to the sofa.
So that is why I am sitting here all hunched over.
Should I call my Mâe to pick me up?... I cannot. If Mâe finds out I caused trouble again, I will get scolded again.
"Here, hot chocolate."
A ceramic mug containing a dark liquid is handed to me, right in front of my face.
After causing all that trouble, I want to put on a coldly-aloof face, but the fragrant smell of the melted chocolate in the white ceramic mug touches my nose and makes a sweet-tooth like me... reach out and accept it automatically.
"I did not make it too sweet, so you should be able to drink it. You just finished showering, so it will warm you up."
I just noticed that Phîi Pong turned on the air conditioner in the room at some point. I only know that it is very cool. And holding the warm mug with both hands feels really good. But what feels even better is...
Sigh... delicious.
The warm, rich chocolate is flowing down my throat. It is not like the ones from the blended drink shops. It is both rich and thick, a little creamy, and the fragrant chocolate scent rises to my nose. When it flows down my throat, it perfectly blends bitterness and sweetness. Plus, it is perfectly warm, not scalding my mouth. Honestly, it is as delicious as the hot chocolate from famous coffee shops.
It is so fucking blissful.
I take another sip. My cheek is tilted, my mouth is smiling, and my eyes are content. So what? I cannot help it if my eyes are closed tightly in utter pleasure.
I, Gok, am being pretentious, damn it. Ah, delicious... screw it.
My 'screw it' mood is coming over me again. And it is precisely because of this mood that I accidentally committed a sexual crime with Phîi Pong's shirt.
"Do you like it?"
"Mhmm!" I answer immediately with a full mouth, but I still refuse to open my eyes. My mouth is still touching the rim of the mug, and I am still tilting it slightly to let the liquid flow into my mouth, down my throat, until a warm sensation reaches my stomach. Yes, yes, it even warms my lower abdomen. But wait, why are my legs warm too?
"Hey, what are you doing!" My eyes pop open. I look down at my own legs and find that Phîi Pong's hand is holding my leg!
"I am treating your wound. If it hurts, tell me."
I lose to this man's smile.
I should pull my leg away, right? But I cannot. When the shop owner looks up and makes eye contact with me, gives me a smile, then what can I do? It feels warmer than the chocolate I am sipping. Phîi Pong smiles with his whole mouth, smiles with his whole eyes, and his voice is soft and pleasant to hear. When all of this combines on this man's sharp face, it makes me want to comply. On top of that, he is holding my leg very gently, pulling it to rest on his lap, and...
"You should come sit up here. You are older than me."
Phîi Pong is sitting cross-legged on the floor. Next to him is a first-aid box, and he has pulled my leg to rest on his lap. So what can I do? I do not think too much about age anyway. But the reason I want him to sit up here is that sitting at different levels like this makes me feel like I am... a princess.
Yeah, damn it. This handsome cake shop Phîi makes me feel like a princess!
"I am more comfortable sitting here. If it hurts, tell me."
"Ah, okay." I am completely pliant.
In the end, I can only use both hands to hold the mug and watch the large man who is looking at my wound with a displeased expression before he asks with concern.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"No, Phîi. This is child's play. I am used to it."
"You get wounds often?"
"Mhmm. I get into trouble frequently."
Phîi Pong looks up at me, makes a disbelieving face, which makes me laugh.
"Despite how I look, I am not a dim-wit, Phîi."
Even though I have seemed incompetent since meeting Phîi Pong, I have won fights against other schools before... Even if it was mostly due to that Âi Pae.
"Is that so... "
"Ouch!!!" I jolt when Phîi Pong trails off, looks down at my wound, and then, from being a person with gentle hands... He stabs a cotton swab soaked in Betadine onto the wound, making it sting sharply up to my head.
"Hey, I am sorry... it does not hurt, right? It does not hurt."
Gasp!
I jolt violently. Not because the wound hurts, but because the person who is alarmed that he hurt me is reaching out to stroke me comfortingly. And you know what he is stroking?... My thigh!
Phîi Pong is stroking from just above my knee up about a handspan, up and down gently. But it makes a horny youth like me jolt and feel a cold shiver, the kind that even hot chocolate cannot warm. A cold sweat is seeping out at the nape of my neck. I feel like I need to shit, but I do not. It is a churning, throbbing feeling in my stomach. The more I feel the touch of Phîi Pong's large, warm hand stroking back and forth, I...
Slap
Grab a pillow to cover my crotch, of course!
Besides becoming sexually aroused by sweets and wanting to suck on an ice cream bar smeared with fresh cream, I forgot to mention that I am the type with... a high sex drive.
No, it is not that I have ever done anything with anyone. I have not. I do not even have a romantic partner yet. But I am the type who masturbates frequently. If I do it on a given day, it is never less than two rounds per night. And since I already released once earlier, my body is still feeling a bit restless. Now that I am being stroked in a place no one has ever stroked... I feel that throbbing sensation again.
"I am sorry. I will be gentler. It does not hurt, right?"
His mouth says that, but his hand is still stroking my leg!
If the person stroking me was a pot-bellied old man, I would probably kick him right under the chin and flip him off. But since the person stroking me is a young man probably not older than thirty, still youthful and firm, good-looking, with the kind eyes of a kind-hearted older person, a soft voice constantly comforting and asking me, I do not dare think he has ill intentions toward me. So I can only try to deflect with a joke.
"A... are you feeling me up?"
And why is my voice trembling, you jerk? It is obvious I am turned on.
"Hey, no, no! Sorry, sorry!" Phîi Pong quickly pulls his hand away, then turns to grab a band-aid and quickly applies it to the wound on my knee. Which is... too quick.
What a pity. Stroke it a bit more, Phîi. I was just getting blissful.
I have never touched anyone or been touched by anyone, you see. Once it feels good, I cannot help but think... Does it feel this good when other people get stroked?
I am truly a pervert.
"Hmm, so how will Nong Gok get back?"
I stop thinking immediately, turning my attention to this question. Then I look down at myself again.
"I will borrow this shirt. I can wear it with my school pants. I will just take a taxi home; it is only a short ride." I open my mouth slightly because my allowance money is all gone on taxi fares for the past two days. I pull up the oversized shirt, causing the collar to gape open, revealing down to my chest, indicating it is way too big for me.
I definitely cannot get on a bus dressed like this.
Slap
But then Phîi Pong reaches out and pulls the collar down so fast it stuns me.
"Hmm?" I look up at him, who also looks startled by his own action, before he gives a dry smile and pulls his hand back.
"Ahem. It is better to keep it closed."
"Why, Phîi?" We are both men. Why worry about it?
That is what I think. But Phîi Pong is still clearing his throat, holding his fist near his lips, turning his face away in another direction. But I see him glancing at me a little, and then he clears his throat again.
"The image is imprinted on my mind."
I am still confused, so Phîi Pong agrees to explain further.
"The image of Nong Gok wearing only this shirt is stuck in my mind. And if I see the top part too, ahem, I feel like I have seen Nong Gok... ahem, mhmm, your whole body."
Boom!
I want to yell at him, 'Are you going to clear your throat until your throat breaks?' But hearing his words, my face explodes Boom for sure. My hands holding the chocolate mug come up to cover my face almost too late because I am embarrassed, so very embarrassed. No matter how stupid I am, I have to understand that Phîi Pong saw... He saw my whole body except for the top part!
"You are not telling me you saw my butt too!"
"Should I tell the truth?"
"Tell me!!!" I growl to cover my embarrassment, wanting him to say no, but...
"With both my own eyes."
Shit-lizard! The damn shirt was long! Why did it not cover my ass completely? He must have seen it when I shook my butt running back into the bathroom!
"Do not worry. I will not tell anyone."
Whoosh
"Forget it!!!"
I stand up abruptly, fully on both feet, lunge forward to grab Phîi Pong's collar firmly, and shout in his face until he raises his eyebrows at me, forcing me to emphasize again.
"Forget everything, Phîi! Whatever you saw, forget it all!!!"
I shout in his face, hoping he will yield to me. But Phîi Pong instead...
Slap
Phîi Pong's two hands cup my cheeks, and he even bends his head down and says in a serious tone,
"Okay, okay. I will forget. But Nong Gok, you need to calm down. Your face is very red now."
I will stop blushing if you stop stroking my cheeks!
In my mind, I want to shout in his face. But in reality, all I can do is... pull his hands away.
"It is all your fault! Ever since I met you, there has been nothing but trouble! It is all Phîi Pong's fault!!!" I am crazy, still burying my face in his hands, not wanting to go anywhere. So what can I do? Phîi Pong's hands are not only large, but they also carry the fragrant smell of baked goods. I truly cannot help but nuzzle and rub my cheeks against them. There!
Damn, I am blissful. It smells good too.
"It is my fault."
Yes, your fault entirely.
"I am sorry."
Yes, apologize to me.
"Later, I will take responsibility myself."
Yes, take responsibility for me!
What am I thinking? I do not know. I only know that the large, fragrant hands make me so blissful I forget to listen to the last sentence. What did Phîi Pong say?... Screw it.
In the end, instead of hurrying home, I end up lingering at the cake shop for a long, long time. Because after that, Phîi Pong has to go down and help Phîi Pam with customers. Just as I think I should go home, he comes up with a delicious-looking plate of fried noodles with soy sauce, saying I should eat something first. I do not want to be impolite, so I eat while watching TV. Before I know it... it is half past six.
"I will take you home."
Phîi Pong comes back and tells me that. I want to say it is not necessary, but because he says he is closing the shop early today so he can take me home, my words feel heavy and I cannot speak. I can only walk downstairs. It is my first time seeing the shop with the lights off, pitch dark, with only the refrigerated display cases still lit. I inadvertently glance over... empty.
Right. Last time, when the lights were bright, I still could not eat. Do you think with the lights off like this, the shop would have anything left for you to eat?
I deflate immediately. I can only drag my feet over to the shop owner who has moved his car to wait. Phîi Pong uses a large car, a brown-gold seven-seater family car. But it does not seem to be for carrying people, because the back seats are folded down, replaced by various items, more likely for transporting goods.
"Where does Nong Gok live?"
I tell him truthfully. At this point, I probably will not think to act coy and pretend to be afraid of him knowing my address. I have even done that with his shirt. So, after I tell him, I sit quietly to... recollect the terrible, awful experiences I have inflicted upon myself.
Thump
Where will I put my face?
I bang my head against the car window, making the car's owner turn to look.
"If you want to sleep, just lean on the seat. You will get hurt."
"It will not hurt as much as the shame."
It will not hurt as much as the embarrassment.
I do not finish my sentence. Phîi Pong raises his eyebrows slightly but does not dig deeper. He just asks about something else.
"What grade is Nong Gok in? Is it 4?"
Whiplash
"6, Phîi. I am in Matayom 6. Do you think I look like a youth or something?"
"Hmm, Matayom 6, is it?"
"Yes, that is right. Damn it. I do not like being born with a baby face." I rub my own face, a little annoyed, because compared to some Matayom 4 students, I really do look younger. Phîi Pong laughs. He laughs in his own style, deep and soft; hearing it feels like it reverberates in my chest.
"I think it suits Nong Gok just fine."
"Because I am a little one, right?" I roll my eyes, looking at Phîi Pong who is smiling widely. Then I cannot help but ask.
"Truthfully, are you not angry with me?"
"Angry? Why should I be angry?" The driver turns to look at me, so I raise my hand to list the incidents.
"I caused so much trouble for you. I ran out of the cake shop, making you waste time waiting to intercept me. I even ran into a trash can. Not only did I get dirty, but I also used your bathroom. I got your shirt dirty, no, soaked several pieces. The bathroom floor is flooded. And now you have to waste time taking me home too."
Actually, I should apologize to him for blaming him... it was all my fault.
"Haha, why would I be angry? Nong Gok has not inconvenienced me in the slightest." I look at the person who is laughing cheerfully. So what can I do? His laugh is really pleasant to hear, damn it. Furthermore, when he turns to smile at me, he looks like such a kind-hearted older person that I cannot help but feel reassured somehow.
"I was the one who asked you to taste the cake myself. And I went to wait for my own delivery. I even ran after you until Nong Gok got startled, fell, and got hurt. Just you using my bathroom, I still feel I have not even atoned for making you get hurt. So I am not angry... Are you angry with me?"
I want to stubbornly say I am angry, but...
"No... I am not."
I just soften up completely.
"Thank you."
Phîi Pong smiles at me again. The same kind-hearted older person smile as before, with a thank you that he did not need to give me at all. It only makes me turn my face away toward the window and mutter.
"So damn kind."
"Hmm?"
"Nothing." I shake my head. Why would I tell him that... what a crazy person, so damn kind.
Most adults who know I am a delinquent youth do not bother getting involved with me. But is that it? Phîi Pong heard that I get into trouble frequently and is still kind to me. I do not know if it is just his natural personality.
I really want to talk to Phîi Pong more than this, but in the blink of an eye, we have arrived at my house. So I raise my hands in a wai to thank him... Yeah, I still have some manners.
I have already jumped out and am standing beside the car. But just as I am about to turn to open the gate...
"Nong Gok."
"Yes?"
"If you do not mind, please take this to eat."
Thud
My hands are shaking!
I swear my hands are truly shaking when I see the clear plastic bag inside which contains a box clearly stamped with the shop's logo and name. Moreover, my eyes are shimmering with joy, my whole body trembling, because I instantly guess what is inside that cute-looking cake box.
"Or does Nong Gok not like it?"
Slap
"My Mâe likes it!"
Of course I grab it. I even pull it to hide behind my back, as if to say, you gave it to me, do not try to take it back, I will bite you to the bone.
Phîi Pong looks stunned for a moment before breaking into a warm smile again.
"Then, go inside properly."
"Mhmm. You... drive back safely." I answer him like that, watching the person who is turning his car around in my alley. But before driving off, he still rolls down the window to give me a smile.
"If you have any problems, you can always come find me at the shop."
Phîi Pong drives away, but I am still standing motionless in front of my house. So what can I do?
"So damn kind."
I did something that bad. Not only is he not angry, he is still kind. It makes me feel truly guilty for playing that strange game with his shirt.
"Ah, whatever." But I just shrug and walk into the house, just impressed like that. But the moment I open the gate...
"Woof! Woof! Woof! Whine!"
"Moo, stop! It is not yours!"
The Siberian Husky with its owner's silver-gray and white fur pounces in, barking loudly. Its large paws jump up to rest on me, its nose sniffing sniff sniff all over. Then, once it figures out where the smell is coming from, this greedy dog looks at the cake box with shining eyes. If it could talk, I would definitely hear it say to me...
Eat! Eat! Moo's snack! Moo's snack, right? It is definitely Moo's snack! Chao-nai brought a snack for Moo, right? Moo wants it!
"It is not yours, Moo. This is mine. Do not touch it, okay?" I hold the cake up above my head. But Moo—or its full name is Moomoo, and I once thought of naming it Wolverine, but after encountering its stupidity, I changed its name almost immediately—is running around, tangling around my legs. When I enter the house, it follows. When I walk up to my room, it still whines whine whine at me.
Moo's snack! Moo's snack!!!
I can hear it yelling like a person.
I do not know, I do not care. I love it very much, but I want to eat it more.
"For me to get this box of cake, I have been through a lot, you know? Do not even dream about it!" I push it aside into my bedroom and carefully place the cake box on the desk.
"Maybe I should take another shower." I have already showered, but if I take a fresh shower and then sit down to savor the cake, it must be so blissful. So I grab a towel and go into the bathroom to shower with lightning speed. But not as fast as...
Crack
"You ruthless Moo!!!"
My cake!!!
I definitely placed the cake on the desk. But now, both the bag and the box have fallen to the floor, with Moo happily licking lick lick on the floor. Not even a trace remains of what cake Phîi Pong gave me... a slice of cake? A fruit tart? Cheesecake?... No, I do not know.
"Moo! Did you not leave even a bit of cream for me!!!" I make a face like I am about to cry.
But Moo "Woof! Woof! Woof!" makes a face as if asking... Chao-nai, do you have any more snacks for Moo, hub?
"Arghhh! Get out! Get out!!! I hate you!!!" I am practically throwing a tantrum on the floor. The feeling of wanting something desperately returns. I am truly thrashing, truly angry, truly cursing at it. And it probably sees I am in a bad mood because it whines whine whine, and then runs thump thump to bring something for me.
"What is it? I am not forgiving you ye... "
I shut my mouth just like that. Because the thing Moo brought in its mouth... is a shirt.
Not an ordinary shirt... Phîi Pong's shirt.
I do not know if it is because it smells the same as the snack it just devoured, but it is acting like a kind dog, sharing its things with me. I bite my lips very hard, glare at it intensely, and say in a voice slipping through my teeth, "You are forbidden to tell anyone what you saw."
Slap
I snatch the shirt from its mouth, close the door, and lock it securely. I look at the shirt in my hands again, and... you all probably know what happens to that shirt.
"Once more... Ouch... At least I have a fragrant shirt... Ah."
This time, I think the morality in my heart... is truly all gone.
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