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Patty was fuming, indescribably irritated by her ex’s reaction, acting as if she didn’t exist. Since that day she visited his room, Phîi Porsche seemed reluctant to talk, his eyes constantly following Phîi Dream’s Nong. She figured he was scared the young man would tattle to his sister. Even when alone together, he bluntly said:
“Go back, Patty. I’m going to see my romantic partner.”
With such a dismissal, she wasn’t shameless enough to stay. She left in a huff, resenting Phîi Dream. How could someone like her make Phîi Porsche so flustered?
When they dated, he never showed such care for her!
Every good-night message she sent went ignored, as if he never saw them.
Even her Line messages went unread, making her feel blocked.
Now, Patty was so irritated she’d lose it if anything crossed her. I’ll go berserk!
“It must be Phîi Dream!” the young woman muttered, stepping out of her car, too annoyed to deal with clients. But her boss’s orders made her clutch her folder tightly, storming into a cozy restaurant.
Clunk
“Let-me-die, where’s the product sample?” Patty grumbled, her heels nearly stomping the tiles. She turned to head back to her car, but as another car’s door opened and someone stepped out, her sharply lined eyes widened slightly.
“That Phîi Dream!” Yes, the slender young woman in fitted jeans and a casual shirt was Darinphan. Patty, who loathed her to the core but avoided confrontation, ducked behind a pillar, eyes glued. What made her squint was the man with Dream.
A plain-looking guy in thin-framed glasses, dark skin, tall, dressed ordinarily—nothing to rival Phîi Porsche. Yet, their vibe made her freeze.
Curiosity surged as she saw Phîi Dream’s smile to the man.
“Phîi Dream can smile like that?” Not the fake smile she gave Patty, but a sweet, relaxed one, not the usual poised Darinphan.
Curious, Patty didn’t enter the restaurant. She hid between a potted plant and the door, eavesdropping as the pair approached.
“What does Phîi Tawan think, bringing me so far for food?” Darinphan asked.
“I saw a review online, thought you’d like it… Do you?” the man asked gently, making Patty frown. That tone’s not casual.
“If I said I didn’t?”
“Hmm, I’ll keep looking till you do,” Darinphan laughed brightly, irking Patty. She peeked through the gap, seeing Darinphan tap the man’s glasses, chuckling.
“Serious guy.” A playful gesture, followed by a sweet smile, confirming Patty’s suspicions.
“You know I like the red pork noodles at the alley by your place. Why waste effort?”
“I’m worried you’ll get bored. I must try new places so you won’t call me repetitive,” Tawan said with a gentle smile as they passed Patty into the restaurant.
“You sure you can handle me for years?”
“I’ve said I never have to ‘handle’ you.”
Patty edged closer, seeing their backs as they entered. Darinphan’s faint voice drifted out.
“I’ll see.” Patty stepped from her hiding spot, catching Darinphan’s charming smile at Tawan, confirming in that moment:
Phîi Porsche and Phîi Dream weren’t really together!
A young woman like Phîi Dream, who’d publicly berated a two-timing guy in the faculty cafeteria, wouldn’t be a hypocrite. It clicked for Patty, who’d felt something off since hearing they were dating.
The vibe between Darinphan with this man and with Purin… was different.
“Phîi Porsche doesn’t want me, or Phîi Dream’s meddling… They underestimate me! I’ll make Phîi Porsche mine again!” The young woman tilted her chin confidently, irritation fading, eyes gleaming with resolve as she strode into the restaurant.
I’ll tear your face off, Darinphan.
***
“Should I… get him drunk and force myself on him?”
Dear nearly choked on his food, staring at his friend who casually suggested this. Didn’t you say your plan was half-done? Why get Phîi Ryu drunk now?
“Why?” Shin, sticking to his noodle-loving persona, slurped soup without glancing at the Faculty Moon, who sighed heavily.
“I feel Phîi Ryu’s mad at me. Since I got drunk as a dog and he picked me up, he won’t come near me, won’t let me kiss, touch, nothing. Meets me, keeps a mile away, looking like he wants to kill me…”
“Did you force yourself on him that day?”
“With a ghost? I was too trashed for Phîi Ryu to want me,” Sun growled, recalling waking up with sore ribs, Phîi Ryu kicking him out like a dog. Since then, forget holding hands. Ryu wouldn’t let him touch a hair.
“Maybe Phîi Ryu saw your pathetic state and wants to dump you.”
“You don’t talk, no one thinks you’re mute, Shorty,” Sun snapped, glaring.
Shin laughed, figuring Sun was stressed.
“Or maybe he’s frustrated you teased him.”
Clunk
“Really?” Shin’s words sparked hope in Sun’s eyes. The half-breed shrugged charmingly but crushed it.
“Just a guess.” The Faculty Moon slumped, and Dear, pitying him, noted Sun’s seriousness about Phîi Ryu. He’d never been this down over a young woman. About to console (despite his own mess), Dear’s big eyes spotted something.
“That’s Phîi Ryu!”
Swish
Sun turned fast, ready to rush over, but froze when he saw Phîi Ryu wasn’t alone.
“Who’s that shit-lizard?!”
Sun growled, watching the attractive Phîi Ryu, arm around someone’s neck, stroll into the cafeteria, laughing loudly, unbothered by stares. Though in a group, Sun’s jealous glare fixed on those two.
“Phîi Ryu’s friend, second-year. I recognize him,” Dear said.
“Why’s he got his arm around my romantic partner?” Sun demanded, making Dear defend Phîi Ryu.
“Like you’ve never put your arm around me, goose-liver.”
“Not the same! You and I are friends. We’d never hook up for a million bucks. But look, he’s pulling him so close their cheeks almost touch! That’s my romantic partner!” Believe it, Sun’s rant was a whisper, probably scared Phîi Ryu would get mad if he yanked him away.
“What’ll you do?” Dear asked, curious about Sun’s jealousy. Sun grabbed his backpack, dumping everything onto the table.
“Where is it?” he muttered, rummaging through his filthy bag—papers, gum wrappers. Dear glanced at Sun, wondering what he was searching for.
Sun replied: “Found it!”
“What key?” Shin exclaimed as Dear saw the key in Sun’s hand, raising an eyebrow. Sun’s answer left Dear speechless.
“Key to Phîi Ryu’s room. I molded it with clay two weeks ago… Making me jealous, huh? I’ll show Phîi Ryu how I punish him!” Sun’s face turned psycho, making Dear swallow hard. Glancing at Shin, who laughed, then back at Sun, Dear thought:
Should I be happy for Phîi Ryu? Four years knowing Sun, I’ve never seen him this psycho.
***
After eating with a big group, Ryu returned to his room past seven. He’d planned to drink with them, but lingering frustration from days ago and the bar reminding him of the nuisance who left him hanging made him head back.
Click
The attractive one entered, locking the door out of habit, flipping the light on, and removing his shoes. But as he looked up:
“How’d you get in?!” Ryu flinched, staring at Sun’s grim face in the room’s center, blurting in shock.
Sun’s strong voice asked: “Where were you, Phîi?”
“None of your business… How’d you get in my room?” Ryu, regaining composure, shot back. Seeing Sun’s face already irritated him, memories of days ago flashing. His anger spiked as Sun held up a key.
“Why can’t I enter my romantic partner’s room?”
“Sun!” Ryu shouted.
“Where were you?”
“My business!” Ryu raised his voice. Sun, jealous since noon, smirked and strode forward, his sharp face bearing an untrustworthy smile.
Grab
“Let me go!” Ryu braced as the nuisance yanked his wrist, dragging him along. About to kick or slap, a deep voice spoke first.
“No! You made me jealous, Phîi. You’re responsible.”
“Jealous?” Ryu’s anger turned to confusion, giving Sun the chance to drag him into the bedroom. Before Ryu could ask, he was flung onto the bed, yelling. In a split second, Sun pinned him down.
“Let me go!” Ryu bellowed, glaring fiercely at Sun’s stern face, furious. Normally, Sun would stop, but not today, ignored for days and stung by the cafeteria scene. He grinned grimly.
“Why would I? Know what I do when jealous?”
Ryu turned away, wrenching his pinned hands, not understanding Sun’s jealousy. He was sure he’d done nothing. Using Sun’s distraction, Ryu slammed a fist into his cheek.
“Ouch! You like it rough, huh, Phîi?”
“You damned-animal! Let me go!” Ryu cursed as Sun, recoiling, pinned his hands deeper into the bed, legs pressing Ryu’s thighs numb. His heart sank, but he wasn’t done.
“Planned a light punishment, but since you punched me…” Sun paused, holding Ryu’s hands above his head, pulling a school tie from his pocket. Ryu’s eyes widened.
“What’re you doing?!” Sun didn’t answer, pinning Ryu’s hands and tying them with the tie. No fragile heroine, Ryu thrashed, hands yanking apart, struggling.
“Stay still, Phîi!”
“No! Let me go, juvenile-hellspawn!” Ryu cursed, thrashing until he flipped onto his stomach. Sun held his wrists tight, their backs pressed together, making it easier for Sun to tie them.
“Let me go, you shit-lizard! You’re crazy!” Ryu shouted, yanking his hands, but the tie held firm. Panting, face red, he glared.
“I’m not crazy. Who was hugging you in the cafeteria?”
Who? Ryu thought, staring back at Sun’s displeased eyes. Still angry, he turned away.
“Why should I answer?” Defiant, Ryu provoked Sun, who smirked, expecting no easy answer. A large hand slid under Ryu’s thigh, grabbing his midsection, making him gape.
“Let go! Let go of my stuff, Sun!”
“No way. You won’t answer, fine. I’ll do something else.” Sun whispered in Ryu’s ear, kissing its edge, nibbling lightly. His tongue trailed to Ryu’s neck, stiffening him, trying to kick, but Sun’s grip was iron.
Grab
“L-let go!” Ryu tried to sound firm, suppressing the chaos as Sun’s hand touched his midsection. Arm hairs stood, legs weakened, especially as Sun kissed his nape, making him tremble.
No, I won’t waver. He’ll just stop and leave me hanging again, Ryu thought.
“Let… ugh… what’re you grabbing?!” Ryu moaned low as Sun not only grabbed but stroked, making his body respond. Another hand slipped under Ryu’s student shirt, touching soft skin, claiming ownership.
Slap
“Ugh! Don’t squeeze… ah…” Ryu gritted his teeth as Sun’s fingers pinched his chest hard, pain mixing with pleasure. Trying to escape, he pressed closer to Sun, hips brushing the larger bulge in Sun’s jeans.
“Answer quick… who was that guy at noon?”
“Noon? I don’t know,” Ryu shook his head, biting his lip as Sun unbuttoned his pants, touching the heated core, terrifyingly intense. Another hand teased his nipple, lips kissing his nape, tongue licking, sending shivers.
“Okay, you don’t know, huh?” Sun pulled his hand from Ryu’s pants, letting him almost sigh, but then eyes widened.
“W-what’re you doing?” Sun unbuttoned Ryu’s shirt completely, yanking it off to join the tied hands, tighter now. He pulled Ryu’s pants to his ankles, making Ryu gape.
“Undressing my romantic partner.”
“You… no… ugh…”
“You’re sensitive, you know,” Sun whispered, hand under Ryu’s underwear, stroking the hardening length, betraying Ryu’s arousal. Another hand pinched the pink bud, lips trailing from neck to mid-back, making Ryu tense, back arching with the wet sensation.
“N-no… ah… Sun…” Ryu flinched, moaning as Sun’s fingers teased the sensitive tip, driving him mad.
“Tell me, who was that guy?”
“I… don’t know… ah… really…” Ryu shook his head, voice trembling, face flushed, mind barely functioning.
“The guy hugging you. I saw,” Sun said, the noon image flashing—friends playfully arm-in-arm. Ryu tilted his head, hands clawing the sheets as Sun pulled down his underwear, stroking until pleasure and torment spread.
Sun’s hand felt good… so good…
“More, Sun… harder…” Ryu pleaded shakily, turning to look. Sun paused, lips curling at his kitten’s return.
“Tell me… who was that guy?” Sun grabbed Ryu’s cheek, turning him, lips nearly touching. His hand slowly stroked Ryu’s core, sharp eyes glinting at the flushed cheeks, teary eyes, and pleasure-drenched face.
“F-friend…”
“Sure?” Sun whispered close, Ryu nodding desperately. Sun pressed his lips down.
A hot kiss met no resistance. Ryu’s lips parted, accepting the fiery tongue, intertwining, intensifying the heat. Their faces angled perfectly.
“Ah… ugh…” Ryu moaned as Sun’s hand sped up, offering his lips, kissing Sun fiercely, pent-up for days.
“So tempting,” Sun whispered, licking saliva from Ryu’s mouth, kissing his chin lightly as Ryu moaned shakily.
Don’t leave me hanging… or I’ll be mad, ugh… Ryu thought. Sun paused, then kissed Ryu’s cheek hard, his actions softer than his words.
“But tell me why you ignored me for days.”
Clunk
Ryu, lost in sensation, froze, eyes widening, shaking his head.
“N-no…”
No way I’ll say I’m mad because you didn’t take me! Ryu thought. Kill me first!
Shaking his head, toes curling, hips moving toward Sun’s hand, the unsatisfactory answer made Sun smirk, releasing the sensitive part.
“Sun!”
“Tell me or not?”
“No!”
Stubborn, fearing loss of pride, Ryu shook his head, pressing closer, ignoring his tied hands. Sun kissed his white hips, trailing down.
“Fine, don’t tell.”
Whoosh
“Ahhh! Shit-lizard! What’re you licking?!” Ryu’s eyes widened, body stiffening as electrifying pleasure hit. The heat touched his most forbidden spot.
Sun didn’t answer, parting soft cheeks, eyes gleaming at the untouched pink ring. His tongue probed lightly, making Ryu thrash.
“D-don’t… no… ugh…” If Ryu’s protests were stronger, Sun might’ve softened, but the moans, clutching sheets, and toes digging into the bed showed how much Ryu wanted it.
Writhing with pleasure, huh? Sun thought, licking without hesitation. Ryu buried his face in the pillow, moaning, toes digging harder.
Sun grabbed something from his pocket.
Today’s the day, Shin, Sun thought, pulling back, saliva trailing. Licking his lips, barely holding back, he feared Ryu’s tears or pleas to stop. Staring at the arched, panting figure, he restrained himself.
Damn, I’m about to burst from that ass-up pose! Sun thought.
Eyes fixed on the pink ring, he squeezed lube onto his hand, slicking it. As Ryu turned, face flushed, Sun pushed a finger into the tight ring.
“Ah… no… ugh!”
Sun admitted his psycho side now. Ryu’s face—sexy as hell—as he pushed in was unreal. From a flinch, Ryu’s mouth parted, eyes wide, moaning loudly as the finger sank deep, showing pure pleasure.
“Phîi Ryu, lift your hips a bit,” Sun said huskily. Instead of resisting, Ryu complied, burying his face in the pillow again.
Why so compliant today? Sun wondered, moving his finger in the tight passage, barely able to budge, clenching hard. He couldn’t imagine replacing it with something else, how insanely good it’d feel. And…
“Ah… Sun… feels good… ugh…” Where’s the guy saying no? Moaning like that, I’m about to burst! Sun thought.
Despite watching GV for research, Sun never got into it. But Ryu’s trembling moans were beyond premium GV—enough to finish without touching.
“So tell me… why’re you mad?” Sun asked firmly, trying to relax Ryu, praying to the heavens: Please, no tears, no stopping. I’ll die, gods!
Seeing Ryu shake his head, Sun…
Swish
“Ah! More, Sun… there!” Ryu moaned shakily, writhing, hips swaying, pinpointing the spot. Sun pressed harder, Ryu’s adorable moans sending him to heaven.
“If you don’t tell, I’ll stop.”
Wait, opposite of usual? Normally, he'd threaten to keep going, Ryu thought.
“No… ugh… if you stop, I’ll kill you!” Ryu’s reply emboldened Sun.
“Tell me.” Ryu buried his face, turned red-faced, and whispered:
“Because you… didn’t take me.”
“Hm?” Sun echoed, surprised.
Embarrassed, Ryu shouted: “That day, you didn’t take me!”
The yell froze everything. Sun gaped, staring at the panting Ryu, disbelieving. Pulling his hand out, he asked, incredulous:
“What?!”
“That day, I was ready, but you didn’t take me, shit-lizard!”
Clear as day, Sun questioned himself:
Me, not take Phîi Ryu? Me, dying to have him, not take him when he offered? Me?!
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