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A's identity
Everyone in the company, including me, which makes it 5-6 of us, are hiding in corners to see who's the guy who sent bouquets to the sweet-faced woman. And as soon as we see him, the concensus is,
"He looks nice."
That coming out of my brother's mouth makes me even more frustrated. Puth never sees other men as better-looking than himself. Or maybe he just said that to frustrate me?
"He's probably a spender as well."
Earn, Puth's partner in crime, says that in a whisper. I glance over at my sister-in-law to show that I can't take it anymore.
"I'm heading back." When Puth sees that I'm really leaving, he grabs my hair and pulls me back. "Idiot. That hurts. You're pulling my hair?"
"Where are you going? If you leave, you're a loser."
"Stop talking so much."
"Aontakam won't fall in love with someone just because he sent her flowers."
"You mean, like, you called to ask her out for dinner every day, but she won't have it... Oops." Puth jumps at me and covers my mouth. He looks like he's just been poisoned. "A.. U... 0..."
"You have such a big mouth. I wish your wife would leave you. Ouch!"
I bite Puth's hand and stick my tongue out at him before I walk away without paying attention to anyone there. And yes... I go home.
Why should I stay? I'm useless to everyone!
After I get home, I take a bath to freshen up and play on my computer in my room. I put on my headphones to block out the outside world. When I'm bored or frustrated, I will listen to music. Come to think of it, I haven't listened to any music since I can see again because I was obsessed with Aontakarn.
When I was in the dark, the only thing that brightened me up was music... My favorite song was Sadubpin's "Your Song" acoustic version. The singer's romantic lyrics, combined with the notes from the piano, relax me. I can't believe a stranger can make me feel more relaxed than my own brother, who only teases me, or Aontakam.
She was my happiness, but she was so excited to meet a stranger. I admit that the guy looks good. But so what? He's not even Apple.
I'm Apple. Geez!
Smack.
Gasp!
A soft and moist touch on my cheek startled me from my dreamy state as I was listening to the song. When I turned to see who it was, I thought I was seeing things.
"Karn... Karn?"
"Yes, it's Karn." The sweet-faced woman is sitting on my bed, which is right next to my computer desk. She puts her chin on her hand and looks at me smilingly. "You're so cute when you close your eyes. I can't help but give you a kiss on the cheek."
When she compliments me like that, I rub my cheek with my hand awkwardly. Then I realized that I'm still mad at her.
"Why are you here?"
"Why are you so cold?"
"Be embarrassed in the rice field, young lady..." I add on according to the local folk song lyric. I can't stand to be cold because I don't want Aontakarn to be sad. The sweet-faced woman lets out a laugh when she hears that. She reaches out her hand to hit me.
"You're being cute, though you're mad at me?"
"I'm not mad."
I turn the chair to face the computer once again. Aontakarn hugs me from the back and puts her cheek against mine.
"This is you being mad."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I do this when I'm mad."
The soft scent from Aontakam puts me in a dreamy state once again. My anger slowly disperses. Actually... it's almost gone when she tries to make up with me like this. Just seeing her face makes all my anger go away, but... I have to play hard to get.
"How was the talk with your fan?"
"Do you want to know?"
"Fine, I don't."
"Okay. Then I won't tell you."
"Okay. That's okay." I put the headphones back on and pretend to be listening to music. I'm starting to sulk again. And once again, a touch startles me. I sit up straight and look at the person who slipped her hand under my shirt from behind. The hand is moving up to my breasts.
"What are you doing?" I pull the headphones off and look at my bedroom door. I'm afraid that Puth or other family members will see us. But I can see that the door is closed.
"I just want to touch you a little. Seeing someone sulk arouses me..." Aontakarn circles her finger around my breasts. She nibbles my earlobe gently. "You don't wear a bra when you're at home? The soap smell on you smells so good."
"Ah..." I let out an uncontrollable moan before I shook my head to shake out the strange sensation I was feeling. "Don't sweet talk me. Ah..."
Aontakarn gets more confident. She immediately moves her hand down from my breasts into my pants. I can hear her panting as I tighten my grip on my chair.
"You're also not wearing any underwear."
"I'm home."
"Do this when you go to sleep over at my place as well. Sleep with no bras and undies."
"I rarely wear any clothes when I'm with you... Ah..." The petite one knows all my sensitive spots well, so she focuses there. I lift my head up and lean it against the headrest as Aontakarn works her fingers.
"You're already on fire."
"Don't say that..." I separate my legs so that it's easier for the petite one to do her things. Yet, Aontakarn stops and pulls her hand back. "W... what?"
"Are you still mad at me?"
"You're doing this?" I bite my lips tightly. I want it, but I'm also furious. I don't know how to respond, especially when I see that the sweet-faced woman is tasting what's on her finger. "Karn?
"Why are you shy? We've eaten every part of each other."
"…"
"Chris."
"…"
"What are you waiting for? Eat Karn up already."
Because I'm angry and aroused, I release my fire onto Aontakam. I take my clothes off until I'm naked and lean on her. I rip Aontakarn's clothes aggressively like a wild animal. It seems as if the sweet-faced woman likes the excitement.
"Tell me what you want to do to me."
"Chris... wants to do something. But Chris is not sure if Kan will be okay with it."
"I'm hying to make up with you... You can do whatever you want."
I bite my lips tightly. I'm embarrassed, but I have strong needs.
"Let me try it."
"But you have to stop being angry with me."
"Okay... Please..."
Aontakarn smiles and lies still. I get on top of her and position myself on her face.
"It may be a bit strange." I say this as I still position myself on her face, yet I don't dare move until I get her permission to do so. Aontakarn smiles and pulls my hips down knowingly.
"No need to say more."
Aontakam immediately uses her mouth to do what I want willingly. When she touches me the way I want her to, I stiffen up. Strong emotions run from my toe to the tip of my hair. I almost scream, but I cover my mouth with my hand to hold it in. In the end, I let out muffled moans. That makes Aontakarn pull away.
"Why..."
"The wall is very thin. Puth's room is right next door."
"Ah..." When the sweet-faced woman gets her answer, she continues to use her tongue on me. She seems to be enjoying herself when she sees that I'm shaking with desire. I feel powerful because I'm on top of her. I grind and rub myself against her without noticing how she reacts to my actions.
3…
2..
1..
My body jerks. I quickly get up because I don't want to make her messy. But Aontakarn won't let me go free for long. She pushes me down on the bed, locks me in position, and slips her fingers in...
"Argh..." I scream without making any noise out of panic. But the fingers go in smoothly, and it doesn't hurt like I thought it would. I cover my mouth with my hand as Aontakarn stares at me with determination.
"Try it."
"It's... it's strange. It hurts." I whisper to her. Aontakarn consoles me by kissing my temple. She uses only one finger. She moves it slowly to lower the pain I feel.
"It will get better. I want you to experience it fully... like I do when you do this to me."
When I see the determination on that sweet face, I don't dare reject her. I let my body experience the new sensation. After a while, it feels strangely good. I'm on a roll. It turns out that I'm the one who grabs Aontakarn's hair and pulls her down for a kiss to lower my tension.
"Is it better now?"
"Ah... yes. It's coming."
"Good. I'm so proud of myself."
We talk as we kiss. Although I am experiencing some discomfort, I find this to be quite delicate and sweet.
"Ah..."
I jerk when I reach my destination from inside for the first time. My body squeezes so tightly that Aontakam can feel it. It makes the petite woman smile with satisfaction.
"Was it good?"
"Ah... Yes. But I'm still not used to it."
"It will get better if we do it more often. Otherwise, Karn won't like it this much... Are you still tired?" Aontakarn asks a question that makes me smile.
"I can go on."
"So you're still tired. But I can't wait." The sweet-faced woman copies me by positioning herself on my face the same way I did to her. "You initiated this. You have to finish it."
"You will know how good it is."
I pull her hips down and get to it.
Now, Aontakarn will know what it's like to scream without making a sound...
We're both wearing only a t-shirt and are lying face down on the bed, looking at each other. We're too tired to put our pants on. It's a torturous way to express our love for each other. We can't make a sound. Yet it's strangely good. It's like we're hiding our affair. It's exciting.
"How did you get here?" I ask as I put a pillow on my face because I don't dare face her just yet.
I'm always like this...
"How can we have a conversation if you cover your face with a pillow?" Aontakarn laughs and pulls the pillow off my face. In the end, we look each other in the eye. "I heard that someone sulked and went home, so I asked to catch a ride with Puth... There's nothing to hide after he saw... the clip."
"Wasn't it awkward to sit in the car with him?"
"A little, but we pretended to be listening to the music and admiring the view." The sweet-faced woman reaches her hand over to play with my nose. When she sees me wriggle my nose because it tickles, she continues to play with it because she likes seeing me irritated. "You're so cute. Why are you so cute whatever you do?"
"I think I know how you feel when I flirt with you now."
"I'm not flirting. I'm really complimenting you." And I'm trying to make up with you as well."
"Why would you? I'm not angry with you." I can feel my voice becoming sulky when I say that, while Aontakarn just laughs.
"You call this not being angry? You're so cute when you're jealous." The sweet-faced one snuggles her face into my neck, asking for tenderness. "Why would you be jealous? He doesn't mean anything to me."
"He made you smile."
"You want me to be grumpy at him?"
"He gave you flowers."
"I can't stop him from doing so."
"But you like flowers."
"Why would I hate it? Flowers are beautiful."
"You said he's Apple."
"Is he?"
"No."
"Huh?"
I realized that I let it slip, so I tried to cover it up.
"I mean, I don't think he's Apple. Did he say that he was?"
"He said he would be anything I wanted him to be."
"Bastard."
"HA!" Aontakarn can't help but laugh out loud. "You're so rude. That's so cute."
"I'm sorry. It's just that... I hate those who claim to be something they're not. Idiot."
"Even if he's Apple, I wouldn't be interested in him. He has nothing to match you."
I smile embarrassingly when I hear that.
"What do I have that he can't compete with?"
"You make me happy. You smell good." Aontakarn sniffs me all over. It tickles me. "No one can do this. I like your smell."
I pull Aontakarn in for a hug and kiss her head (she's lying in a lower position than I am).
"Did I successfully make up with you?"
"I can never be angry with you. Never."
"Because you love me too much, I know!" The sweet-faced one looks up at me and gently kisses my chin. "By the way, we haven't finished talking this morning. You said that you have something to tell me."
Aontakarn reminds me of that. How could I have let my frustration make me forget something that important?
"Right."
"What is it?"
To ensure that I don't stray, I take a deep breath to help me focus before I begin to discuss the subject.
"Why do you think that we met?"
"Um... because we work on the website, so it's because of Puth?"
"Maybe it's destiny."
"Wow. You're being so romantic today. I'm listening." Aontakarn leans back and stares at me. "How is it destiny?"
"We may have met before. It's fate."
"Really?" Aontakarn laughs merrily. "Is this Karakate?"
"Hey."
"Am I talking to Karakate? But you're not drunk."
"I told you I was Karakate?"
"Ah... you don't remember. Never mind. Let's not stray. Continue... How is it destiny? Please elaborate."
"Maybe we walked past each other..." I don't dare tell her that I donated blood to her because I'm afraid that she'd be shocked. "Maybe we were born at the same hospital."
"Chris... that's so soap opera!"
"Well... maybe I saved your life."
"When'?"
"When..."
As I'm about to reveal the truth to her, Aontakam's phone rings from the computer desk. I glance at it, but Aontakarn still keeps her focus on me. She turns my face back to look at her.
"Leave it. Talk to me first. When?"
Bzzzzzzzzzzz..
"When... Ah..." I start to panic. Aontakarn closes her eyes and sighs.
"I'll pick up the phone first. You... you're always nervous when we talk about important topics." Aontakarn is leaning over to pick up her phone. She looks at the number calling before she picks up the line. "What is it, Gift? It must be something important for you to call me... Huh? Is that the name of the owner of the agency? Are you sure?"
I, who am lying next to Aontakarn, sit up and lean on my elbow as I look at her talk to her friend and hang up the phone. The sweet-faced woman seems uneasy. But if she doesn't tell me, it would mean she's keeping a secret from me.
"My friend called to tell me that she did some detective work and found out that the agency that contacted me really existed. And the name of the agency... don't be mad."
"I'm afraid that what I'm thinking may be right."
And what she tells me stuns and frustrates me at the same time.
"A... the one who sent me flowers is the owner of the agency that wanted to sign me."