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"There is no other way but to get a complete new paint job."
"I am doomed."
After Graphic stood frozen in extreme panic, thinking about escaping blame by pretending not to know or see until the car owner discovered it himself, he happened to glance at the security camera. This indicated that lying would only multiply his punishment for no reason. Therefore, the young man ran to ask for help from the homeowner's relative, who could only shake his head in refusal.
"To be honest, Graphic, I might be able to help with everything, except for anything related to Kin's cars."
If even Win cannot win against him, how can I possibly survive? Graphic thought.
The person who thought and thought again sought additional help... Khun Sai-fah.
At first, he intended to ask Payu to come take a look, because he was a mechanic whose skills the car owner acknowledged. But he feared that their closeness would make the blame arrive too quickly, so he repeatedly emphasized that only Sai-fah should come. But he... ended up bringing his friend and his friend's romantic partner along.
Oat and Shin, of course.
Therefore, the three young men were now intently examining the large scratch caused by the Ruthless one's paws, which ran a long line from below the window edge down to the middle of the car. Then they all said in unison that there was no way to save face; this job required taking it in for a complete new paint job.
Pat Pat
"Come on, Pakin won't kill you," Sai-fah said while patting his shoulder sympathetically, as the youth's legs gave way and he sat down on the floor.
"Won't kill me, my ass! Pakin bloody fucking loves his cars more than his own children. He cherishes them more than a Mia. On random good days, a person like that still comes to wipe the car himself. I am definitely dead. I am fucking dead. I will definitely be thrown out of the house." Graphic cursed, not knowing what to do, until the listeners let out a long sigh because... they knew it too.
When Pakin parked his car at the field, he still needed someone to stand guard... that is how possessive he is.
"Just say the dog did it. It has nothing to do with you."
"But that is my dog." Graphic groaned in his throat before shooting a furious glare at the source of the problem... who was rolling around happily in the garage.
The Ruthless one showed no remorse for finding trouble for him!
"Ruthless shit-lizard!" Now it was not just Ruthless, but the shortened name Ruthless shit-lizard. It seemed that calling it by an incomplete name made it not turn around, leaving its owner almost literally dying on the spot, before it ran back to continue digging in the garden.
After that, the young man, who was out of options, looked up at each of the older individuals.
"What should I do?" Since the day he was rescued, Graphic had stopped being wary of Shin. Now he could only make a face as if about to cry, asking for help, making the three older individuals look at each other.
"Honestly, I do not know how to make Pakin stop being angry," Oat said, shaking his head in surrender first, followed by Sai-fah, who could not even laugh, and could only scratch his head helplessly.
"I cannot win against him either. When Pakin is angry, he is bloody fucking scary. That time before Max came back to race against Oat, his eyes were almost on fire. I was so relieved that this guy won. Otherwise, Oat himself would have become fish food around the Gulf of Thailand by now." Sai-fah's analogy painted a clear picture, until the listener's face turned paler than before. He could only turn to look at his last hope.
The person who was raising a hand to stroke the scar on the beautiful car.
"Shin, what should I do?" The half-Thai young man shrugged and then said jokingly.
"Before you get killed, kill him first."
"How?" Graphic could only repeat the question in confusion, as Shin laughed and then said simply... but it was very harmful to the youth.
"Just make him die on the bed first. At that moment, he probably will not have the energy to be angry."
"Are... are you crazy?!" It took a full minute before Graphic found his voice. Luckily, he stopped his mouth in time and did not blurt out that someone as tough as an ox, whom he called 'Phîi' like that, would not be the one to run out of energy first. It was always him who passed out midway, regularly, until he was looked down on countless times for being a youth.
"Heh, I am not crazy. Do you have anything else to appease him with?" When Shin retorted with a question, Graphic fell completely silent.
Of course, someone like Pakin was not a gentle, kind-hearted man who would soften just by speaking in a coaxing tone, a pleading tone, blinking his eyes, and acting like a kitten. A person like that could kill a cat with his bare hands without a second thought. Therefore, Shin might be right. Willingly passing out on the bed might be better than being thrown out of the house.
"Come on, come on. Pakin might not say anything. That guy does not use this car every day. It will probably be a long time before he sees it."
Even though Sai-fah tried to comfort him, the young man was already dejected. He could only glance slightly at the security camera, unable to help feeling that 'a long time' might mean... tomorrow.
Should he prepare to pack his clothes and the dog's supplies, ready to move out of the house early? Because even though the source of this problem was the dog, the homeowner had told him clearly since he bought it that if the dog did wrong, the one who had to take responsibility was the keeper... not that creature rolling around in the middle of the garden as if it had nothing to do with him.
From now on, I will call it... the Ruthless bloody fucking shit-lizard!
And then, the day that would decide his fate arrived. The day Graphic hurried back from school to stand craning his neck, looking towards the front of the house with a pounding heart, waiting for when the other would return. And when he saw the luxury car drive in, his heart dropped and disappeared somewhere. He could only walk bravely yet fearfully, with a pale face, to the front of the house, looking at the person who stepped out of the car quickly.
As for that damned dog... it had bloody fucking disappeared!
"What is it? Why are you standing in front of the house?" Pakin had seen since the car turned into the gate that there was a youth waiting, making the corner of his mouth lift slightly. His sharp eyes clearly showed he was in a good mood.
What a loss. All his work had gone smoothly. Moreover, it was progressing in a satisfactory direction. What could make him...
"Did you miss me?" He was in a good enough mood to tease the youth, who he predicted would be blushing brightly, and then speak up to argue back in embarrassment. But it was not like this...
"Wel... well, I missed you. I mean, I missed you... very much, Khrap."
"What is wrong?" The person who had just returned immediately sensed the abnormality. Even though this stubborn youth had been behaving well lately, he still dared to meet his gaze, sometimes even giving him a look that asked for trouble. It was not like now, with both shoulders hunched together, head bowed until his chin almost touched his chest, and moreover, shaking like a leaf, just like the day he thought he had to leave this house.
The young man took a deep breath and then spoke in a soft voice.
"I have something to confess."
Graphic had decided that between letting the wrongdoing drag on and confessing the truth, the court would probably reduce his sentence by half compared to if the other party found out himself. The moment he spoke like this, the pair of sharp eyes narrowed immediately.
His tone changed instantly. "What did you do?"
"No... nothing... it was not me." The young man shook his head vigorously before mumbling further.
"The Ruthless one did it, not me. Uh, please come see for yourself."
Pakin relaxed the frown that had knitted together because his first thought was that this youth had put himself in danger again. But since it was a matter concerning the dog, he could relax a bit. But then, that thought almost turned completely upside down when the stubborn youth started leading him towards his garage.
My face has changed color. I am definitely dead, Krittitee thought.
Krittitee felt he could not even swallow his saliva this time, as he glanced back at the person following him and found that Pakin's face was becoming increasingly stern. The closer they walked to the showroom, the more the pressured atmosphere increased, until he could barely lift his feet. But however it was, the distance had to have an end, and it... had arrived.
"Which one?"
Gulp!
The person leading the way started violently when the very firm voice sounded from behind. Because someone as sharp as acid must have guessed by now that this matter concerned his beloved cars. And that made Graphic's legs stiffen. He took a deep breath. The moment he moved towards that car, Pakin's eyes glinted. Until he stepped forward to stop and stand in front of the metallic gray supercar.
"This one!!!"
That was all. The young man jumped in alarm. His body stiffened like a statue. He closed his eyes tightly. He looked at the person who leaped in to inspect his own beloved child. As soon as the sharp eyes saw the large scratch, the sharp face turned back abruptly. The lips were about to open. He prepared to spew vulgar words that made the youth almost want to kill himself.
That would happen if it were not because... Pat. "I am sorry. I am sorry. I did not stop Ruthless in time. I am truly sorry. I did not intend it. I know that you love the car a lot. But I do not know how to fix it really. Please forgive me. I did not do anything wrong at all. I only did not stop Ruthless in time. I beg you. Do not kick me out of the house. I am sorry." The youth whose senses had broken down raised two hands in a wai above his head. He spoke in a rapid voice like a machine gun.
The person who prepared to scold fell silent. "When did it happen?"
"Huh?"
"I asked when it happened!" When the youth squinted to look, he shouted loudly. Graph quickly answered the question.
"Ye... yesterday."
Pakin's eyes widened immediately. He understood why the other party seemed hesitant during their conversation. He was certainly angry. If it were in the past, he would not hesitate at all to throw him out of the house. He would also send the bill to collect the damage fee from his Phô to teach him a lesson. But when he looked at the pale face with the pitiful posture of the stubborn youth in front of him...
"Between letting me kill the dog and killing you, choose what."
"Ki... kill!?"
Graph thought that he was a person with a strong mind who did not fear anything easily. But when he heard the word kill escape from the mouth of the person in front of him, his heart dropped to his heels. He knew that Pakin could kill people. With that Ruthless, he certainly would not hesitate to stop thinking. But would the other party really kill him?
If he chose to kill the dog, he would bury that Ruthless today for sure. But if he chose to kill the person...
"Are you really going to kill me?"
"Then that means you have chosen." Pakin grinned. He made the person who wanted help jump with his whole body. He would open his mouth to refuse that he had not chosen yet. But he did not catch up with the person with a violent temper whose eyes were like flames in hell. The young man managed to grab at the wrist and yanked him back into the house.
"Pakin. I have not chosen yet. I have not chosen at all!"
"Then I choose for you. I will punish the dog's owner!"
"Hey!!!"
After that, there was only the loud scream of Krittitee. No one in the whole house dared to help. Even that ruthless shit-lizard hid lying in the garden. It put two paws to cover its face as if to say that it could fight with everyone except the anger of this master alone.
Whether he would die or not in this job probably depended on the mercy of the car owner.
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"Phîi... Phîi. I cannot take it anymore... ah... no... cannot take it... huh."
"When did I order you to stop!"
Inside the wide bedroom, Pakin was roaring loudly. He smacked smack down on the white hip that made the young man scream a cry in his throat. He tilted his face up to the sky. He opened his mouth. He released clear drops that flowed brimmed at the edge of the mouth. He sobbed huh in his throat. At that time, both hands were tied tightly. They were twisted to the back without any way to escape.
While the naked body of the young man was also glistening with drops of sweat and turbid white stains that were released several times. But the room owner was not satisfied yet. He managed to grab Graph's two legs to spread wide apart. He had his large part inserted deep in the rear passage. He let the pale-colored shaft that was fully erect sway in the air. At that time, the young man rode down according to the order.
Pakin stared at the face that was stained with tears. But he did not soften because that was not tears of pain that he was rough with. It was just tears of the young man who was exhausted to death. But he was forced by him to accept the punishment further.
The person who was both tired and weary but could not stop the body that was aroused for the fourth round.
"Again..I... cannot take it..uh. Ah no. No strength left." Graph spoke in a sobbing voice. At that time, he tried to move his hips to ride the large part that was inserted deep inside. He released his own desire and the other party's to reach the end of the emotion. But the two legs that controlled the rhythm were weak and limp. They had no strength even to lift the body. He could only tremble.
But the stopping made the hot fire shaft insert deep to the core. It soaked still until tears flowed with the tingling desire.
It was too much. Just when Pakin entered, he would die of heart failure.
"Do you want me to shoot that Ruthless to discard or what?"
"No... no."
If he chose to kill the dog, that Ruthless would die for real. But if he chose to kill the person, at most he would faint on the bed.
This thought made the young man shake his head vigorously. He half-closed his eyes to look at the person who sat leaning against the headboard in front. He smoked a cigarette to suppress the angry emotion. Even though both eyes were still shining brightly with intense anger.
Graph could only suppress the shame. He followed the order by spreading his toes wider than before.
"Lean back. Let me see everything."
"No... no."
"Do not make me repeat it a second time."
"Uh... huh!" The order made the young man only lean his body back a little more. He used two arms that were tied to prop against the other party's shin. He also spread his legs wide. He revealed the glistening wet hole that was swallowing the huge fire shaft with the core of the body that was nodding up and down every time he moved his body.
It brimmed with water. He was certainly embarrassed. But the more the shining eyes swept over everywhere, the tip returned.
Pakin inhaled the smoke into his lungs fully. His heart calmed down a bit. When the stubborn youth did everything he was told. He had to turn to extinguish the fire. Then he turned to pay attention to the white body that changed to a flushed color. It was also hot according to the emotional force that he aroused without stopping.
Grab.
"Uh! Uh no. No ah... ha!"
Just two hands reached to squeeze and crush the swollen erect nipples. Graph jerked his hips up. He took the intense heat deep inside him rapidly. He panted until his chest shook. He pressed his white chest into the hand that did not just squeeze.
Pakin managed to flick the fingertips at the hard tense part. He both squeezed and kneaded heavily. Then he pulled it strongly until the young man screamed a cry in his throat. After that, he released it. He alternated repeatedly. The pale-colored shaft acted like it could not take it. It was close to releasing fully.
"You are about to finish again even though I do not touch here."
Fizz.
"Ah!! No..no Phîi... Pakin. Uh I am tingling. Uh..ya... " The young man shook his head vigorously. He almost threw his body to lean back. When the big hand grabbed grab at the middle of the body. Just the fingertips crushed at the tip heavily. The stubborn youth bit his teeth tightly. He tilted his face up to the sky. He prepared to release the desire out. That would happen if it were not...
Grab.
"No! Phîi... release... I want to come... Phîi... I want to come already... again uh... "
That would happen if it were not because Pakin managed to grip the cute-colored shaft. He closed the brimmed tip in the most ruthless way. Graph almost writhed. Two legs rubbed. They dug tense into the soft mattress. Two hands grabbed the shin of the big person tightly. He opened his eyes wide. He released tears in streams. His hips writhed provocatively over the lap.
"Come on. I have not finished yet."
The young man slapped the white hip lightly again until the person who moaned until his throat was dry had to clench his teeth. He rocked his own hips again. His body swallowed the large part that popped in and out inside. It rubbed the soft wall. It rubbed with the emotional button inside until he almost died for real. But he could not release.
"Faster than this!" Pakin roared in his throat. But the youth was really out of strength. The legs that tried to tense up slid with the bedsheet. He could only half-close his watery eyes up to look.
"I... am sorry... forgive me... please... Khrap."
Gulp.
The looking person thought that he was the type with a hard heart. He especially did not leniently forgive anything related to the car that he obtained with difficulty. But when he looked at the face that was soaked with sweat, stained with tears, eyes and nose tip red and bruised, not to mention the swollen erect lips, body messy with his white stains, weak to the point that he could not prop the legs upright, the hard-hearted person...
Grab.
Pakin pulled the cloth that tied the hands out. He spread them wide. He was the one who pushed his body up to straddle over the other body. He propped the white legs. He pulled two hands to move up to hug around his neck. Before that, he thrust his body in repeatedly. He made the youth utter a moaning sound about tingling. After that, he clashed his body in heavily.
Squelch squelch squelch.
"Uh! Phîi haek... haek... ah good so."
The young man moaned close to the ear. The sound of the soaked shaft frictioning with the tightness echoed throughout. Pakin leaned down. He pressed a kiss down on the swollen bruised lips. He soothed the youth who endured his punishment for several hours. Graph opened his mouth. He accepted the hot tongue that inserted deep in willingly.
"Haek... haek..kiss... kiss again... "
He also requested in a trembling voice. He let the heartless-person give a kiss as he pleased. Because in reality, he wanted to do like this since he saw the face.
If there was no matter of the car being scratched first, he intended to give a reward for acting as a good youth anyway.
"You really like kissing."
"Uh... Phîi... have you stopped being angry with me yet... ah... " Graph asked in a trembling voice. He half-closed his eyes up to look at the person who suddenly was gentle with him. He pulled the rhythm to slow down by pulling the body out. Then he pushed in slowly enough to tingle flashing through the whole body.
"I am thinking whether to stop or not."
"Here... Pakin... uh... " The young man cried in protest. Before that, he bit his teeth tightly when the tip rammed in. He let the big person rotate his hips slowly.
He asked beside the temple. "Like this way?"
"Ah... uh like. Like when you rub..like this uh! Tingling Phîi. I am tingling... ah."
Graph flinched more. He hugged around the neck. He shook his head vigorously. He felt good until his brain was blank. There was only the intense hot rhythm that was pampering him. The big person pressed a kiss at the temple. He stopped being angry immediately.
"If there is a next time, I will really take you to death on the bed for sure."
"This time die too... ah! Phîi do not... do not yet... uh... uh strong... too strong ah!!!!"
Graph who was protesting screamed out uncontrollably. His waist swayed trembling. Two legs dug tense on the soft mattress.
When the hot fire shaft increased the heavy rhythm. Pakin deliberately rammed the point that made Graph almost unable to breathe. There was only the body that tried to grind and rub seeking the other party. He heard the panting sound of the person who accelerated the rhythm.
Creak creak creak.
But Pakin did not think to listen. The tall big body that was full of muscle bundles and strength managed to counter thrust in heavily. It was violent and passionate until the bed almost burned. The soft mattress made creaking sounds. It frictioned with the large bed frame. While the tight passage squeezed him and jerked more frequently when the youth in his embrace reached the destination of the emotion.
It was hot, squeezing, narrow, and twitching until almost mad!
That made the young man thrust in a few more times.
Spurt.
He managed to release everything. He sprayed into the tight passage that was not protected with a condom.
The first time was not protected either. Because he still had some goodness though, after going wild in Seen's party, he stopped by to check his body. When he was safe, the youth who lay limp and exhausted was safe as well. Since that time, he had not messed with anyone else.
Now, the stubborn youth half-closed his eyes to look. He asked in a hoarse voice. "Have you stopped being angry with me... yet."
No matter how hard-hearted the person was, he could only answer.
"Um hmm."
That made the handsome young man raise a weak smile. Then, he fell asleep almost immediately with exhaustion, letting the other pull his body out, giving him a quick clean before lying down to sleep beside him. But Pakin did not forget to place his hand on his forehead and neck.
It was different. On days when they played a bit too hard, the delicate youth often developed a slight fever afterward... Tomorrow, he probably would not.
"Wake up and take medicine first."
"Ugh, no." The drowsy person shook his head, making him repeat.
"Wake up and take the medicine right away."
"Mmm." Graphic mumbled incoherently, only knowing that he wanted to sleep, until the listener shook his head slowly. He never thought that someone like him would have to take care of a youth. Lately, he had started to get used to it until it scared him.
The thoughts of the person who lay down and then pulled the soft, limp body into his embrace. He felt the most at ease in several days... several days without a warm pillow to hug.
This is becoming bad, getting attached to a pillow like this, Pakin thought.
Pakin pushed such thoughts away because just now, falling deeply asleep and feeling at ease was worth rushing back to Bangkok ahead of schedule.
At the same time, in the area in front of the house, a car drove in without any prior notice or announcement. But the moment the workers saw the face of the person sitting inside, they hurriedly opened the gate, almost not in time. Similarly, the head housekeeper hurried out to welcome him, along with Panchai, who had been called on the phone late at night because...
"Khun Phong, if you were returning, you should have told us in advance."
The elderly man, owner of a large frame and hair the color of straw flowers, which did not make him look old enough to reduce his respectability at all. On the contrary, the fierce and clever glint in his eyes, which his son had copied, made everyone bow their heads, not daring to meet his gaze. The sharp eyes looked up at the house he had not been to for many years with satisfaction, while his deep, heavy voice answered the question.
"Otherwise, he would have time to prepare himself."
"Did Pakin not know?" Aunt Kaew could only ask again, making the listener laugh.
"I told him, but I did not tell him which day I would return. If I told him everything, then I would not be able to come and collect the debt from that son of mine."
That is right. Phanupong, the true Phô of Pakin and the true owner of the house, had returned to visit Thailand.
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