NO - AV - OUT

Oh, Win, aren't there any porn movies on your computer?

Fan Fiction 'The Believers'

amen

Netflix

Paring: Game/Win

(play by Peach Pachara & JamyJamess)

Rate: 15+

Type: PWP (Porn without plot)

Warning: NSFW (not smut), Power Play, (almost) Dub-con

* No Spoil

No spoilers for important scenes*

“You made me drive from the provinces back to Bangkok for an hour…for this?”

Win glanced at the owner of the complaining voice. Game is holding a wind-up egg cat doll the size of the palm of his hand. Watching it walk and climb through the air with a puzzled expression. "Silly face"

“Put it in the red box,” was an emotionless command instead of an answer from Win.

Eye-rolling game: use your foot to roughly open a cardboard cover.

“Do not throw”

“Oh, I know.” The game slowly places a fat, plastic cat into a box of cute toys that don't suit its owner.

“Fuck.

Art Toy

Not a child.”

“Just in case there's something there. I don't know.”

Win just snorted in his throat in response. Ignoring my friend, I turned to bend over and put the books on the shelf.

It has been more than a month since Game, Dear and Win moved to settle down at Phumaram Temple. Let the old office rental building be abandoned until the contract expires. It wouldn't be a problem if the three of them lost this space. Because in the end the game

Pirate Hell

It will probably never be brought back to life again. Only thing attached...on the 4th floor of the building is the area that Win uses instead of a bedroom. So there were many things that the building owner couldn't let go. Both the game and Win had to drive back to Bangkok again.

The game just doesn't think that the thing that the little friend will rush to collect first will be a cat doll...maybe it's more precious than all the IT tools...

Win's room is decorated simply. with character drawings

NFT

that they do together There is a bed for sleeping alone. There is a medium sized bookshelf. and a display case of toys that were mostly cats. Ready-packed cardboard boxes were brought and placed near the door of the room. Orange light streamed through the curtains, signaling that it was getting late.

“What else are you going to keep?”

"That's all gone. You go sit at the computer and wait before you go." Win nodded to the laptop on the bed that he had so carefully brought. When I asked why I brought it with me, I received a simple answer: 'It's for trading while in the car.'

Work hard and never quit.

Game of sitting on the floor Open the computer cover that is placed on the edge of the bed. I was about to click on the solitaire card game before I realized something.

'Do you like to watch things like this?'

'Look at what? ’

'Life coach, why? Is your life lacking inspiration? ’

'So what the fuck are you going to show me? ’

'Is it general? Like...variety content...watch sports like this..watch porn movies? Oh, there aren't any porn movies on your computer? ’

'do not have'

Game glanced to the side and saw only the wavy, frizzy hair of the person who had fallen asleep in the car, stooping over the shelves. Which means that Win probably won't see the game now either.

'Isn't there going to be anything?' the game thought, moving the mouse to close the game and starting to search the files on the computer. Searched for keywords that ended in animations, but found only temple clips and cat clips. When I changed to looking at my search history, there were no strange websites at all.

The young man pouted in annoyance. A little annoyance arose, 'Let's pretend.' Two large hands tapped on the keyboard the name of the porn star they liked. Pick up the cover of the clip that looks the fiercest and press load into the machine with a smile on your lips. Place it in the middle of the page.

Desktop

To catch the eye, 'I really want to see his face. What will he do when he opens it to meet Nong Yaoi? Oh, change the name too. How about…press me? What a shame. Confidential information, don't tell anyone? Elementary school student.' While editing the name of the clip to make it look suspicious, I had to click on it.

"game-"

"damn!!"

The heartless criminal cursed loudly. The owner of the computer who dropped down and sat next to me without warning just a moment ago was startled. The two lives in the square room were so shocked that their hearts almost jumped out of their chests for different reasons. But there was one person whose hands were all flustered. from intending to press

delete

I made the mistake of pressing another button.

button

Enter

A clip opens before the eyes of the game. A good stereo screams out the sound of moans mixed with the sound of shaking bodies filling the room. 'Ah, ah, ah, Motto (more) ahh!!'

'Ooh!

BDSM

My hands are good too,' Game accidentally thought before quickly composing himself and turning to look at the person next to him.

Win raised his eyebrows. The Humber's expression didn't change. The pitch black eyes looked unusually neutral. “...What are you doing to me?”

“Uh..pressed the wrong button–” Game cleared his throat indirectly.

'Ah oh!! Itai! (Sound of bed shaking)'

“I just pressed the wrong button!!” The tall figure raised his hand to block the computer screen when the people in the clip started doing tricks until their loud moans drowned out his answer.

Win stared back silently, unable to see what he was thinking while his white face looked at the computer alternating with the person who claimed to have pressed the wrong button and shook his shoulder. “Use headphones while watching. My room isn't soundproof.” After saying that, he picked up his laptop bag and handed it to the bearded man, who was making a face that was in conflict with the hot sound in the room. “The headphones are in the zippered compartment. Please charge the battery."

“Wait a minute.” Before Win could get up to leave, Game grabbed his hand and pulled him down to sit in the same place. “You don't mind coming to take a look?”

Annoyance clearly flashed through his eyes. The embarrassment that the game expected didn't appear in the slightest.

“What the fuck does that look like?”

“So..porn movies..?”

A large hand moves away from the screen. Revealing the most rated pictures again The taller person reiterated what he was saying by tapping the screen again in case the dead person in front of him still didn't get it. "This is good stuff."

The black eyes narrowed as if a cat knew. “...Did you open it on purpose?”

“Not really..well…” The person being watched began to scratch his cheek, unable to do so before giving himself up. “Oh, you could have done it on purpose.”

"to?"

“I want to tease you, but teasing you isn't fun at all. You can't be a little embarrassed, can you?” The wrong person started using a stick to shout and displease him instead. Inducing a sigh from another person.

"What is there to be embarrassed about? It's just people doing it," Win Peerapat said in a dull voice. “Human nature Sex is the only reproductive process that all animals have. It's just been adjusted to be in the form of entertainment. Targeting specific customer groups"

A monotone voice answered without emotion, causing Game to look at Win's face for a long time.

“Are you a pervert?” The larger man leaned closer. I asked in a serious tone. “Do you want to see a doctor? The doctor can help with my impotence problem.”

“You're bothering me.” Win smacked a popper in the middle of his forehead and pushed the game face away. “Turn off the clip.”

“Not closed”

It was time for Win to look at his face, "Shut it, you bastard, it's noisy."

“Oh, hey, are you cursing Nong Yaoi?”

“Are you going to close it or not?”

The smile game was fun, even though I didn't see the shy expression I wanted. But having an irritated face like this isn't bad either, it's funny in a different way.

“Don't turn it off” isn't enough. Press the volume up button to make it louder.

Win curses something quickly in his throat, but the game doesn't catch him. The smaller man pawed at the keyboard. I meant to turn off the screen to finish it, but the game was faster. The two young men held on to each other and shook hands back and forth. One person burst out laughing. Another person cursed in such a way that if he spoke like this in Phumram Temple, he would probably be banned from the temple.

“Oh, it hurts! Your elbow hit me!”

“What the hell are you playing at!?”

In the end, the childish, immature commotion between the two ended with Win's scolding. When he was caught, his wrists were locked close to his chest. His sullen face turned towards the computer that was still showing clips of rhythmic activities without stopping. His back nearly stuck to the prankster's chest, who moaned loudly after being hit with a sharp elbow in the side.

Win used his feet to lean heavily on the bed, intending to push them both over and roll over. But the strength of a person who just sits in front of a computer screen How can it compete with the strength of people who exercise regularly? Win's support was only able to use his back against the outside of the game.

“Calm down, young man.” Game laughed, looking at the man struggling like a cat in the water in his arms.

“What the fuck is this game!”

"Let's do this," Game lulled as he dodged the cursing's elbow. Tighten Win's wrist again and use his upper body to force his thin body to turn and look directly at the computer screen. “You sit and watch Nong Yaoi and me until the end of the clip. Then I'll let you go, okay?"

Win immediately stopped struggling. Hua Tui turned around to look at the person behind him. His cold eyes were filled with disdain and asked, 'Are you crazy? ’

Eyebrow game "Just one clip. Good stuff. Manly people build manly friendships by watching porn."

“You break up with me, that damn friend.”

“So you agree?”

"You won't let me jerk off to you."

“You don't get stuck?”

The addict got another cold stare at him as if saying 'It's not funny', but this time Win didn't struggle like before. The smaller man looked around, chewing his lip in the way he liked to do when thinking about something. Game felt a slight force from the wrist in his palm. Look, another person is thinking about how to get out of this iron plier-like hand.

“You can't fight my strength, Win,” the game emphasizes.

“You won't let me go until the end, right?”

The game uses a stick: “Are you going to watch one good clip or are you going to sit and watch it play out for hours? I just turned on the auto-play playlist.”

Win was quiet for a moment. But the game is confident without even looking at your face that your friend is rolling his eyes. “For what? What nonsense…”

“It's fun.”

“Dog face..” Win cursed back in an annoyed, irritated voice, but the game noticed that the stubborn person in front of him was beginning to give in. I guess I struggled until I was tired.

Win didn't say anything but let out a loud, deliberate sigh.

The game laughs in the throat like a winner. “Oh, look, friend, it's already half the clip, what the fuck?”

“Can you be quiet? Look here!”

Quick and easy game, easy to follow. He couldn't help but smile at the image of his frown reflected on the computer screen. It's not often that a game can be argued about winning.

Clip 18 continues to be shown. The sound was no different from when the game added another teasing sound. But if you reach out and press the volume down now, you risk getting punched several times. One person wants to watch and one person wants to go home, so they sit and listen to the loud moans that continuously hit their ears. Watching the game, they ask questions: 'What's so tough?'

The sound of meat hitting flesh The white bed shook and hit the wall. Rope marks on the skin Red, bruised lips moaned and sobbed as the woman finished again and again.

The game feels like the air in the room is strangely warming up.

Dark brown eyes glanced at the screen. Reflecting another person's face

Win's dark eyebrows loosened. It's not a problem like the first time. Yet his expression remained neutral. No different from people listening to a sermon. Game looked at that expression in amazement, even he himself was starting to feel hot. But the other person looked stiff and didn't understand.

'Or is it really dead? ’

In the blink of an eye, the game felt Win move and turned his attention to the clip again.

On the screen, a new character appeared. A slender, blond-haired young man climbed onto the bed and straddled the other man's lap in place of the young woman.

'Oh, the chip's gone 3.

P

Really?'

Win didn't complain. So the game was released.

The male-female activity turned into a love affair between two men and one woman that went a little unexpectedly. Instead of the young woman being gangbanged, Instead of being swept away by love activities from both sides, he was a new young man. The golden-haired man's sweet face was distorted, pleasing to look at as he was being pampered front and back.

Win began to move his wrists. The game almost forgot that the other person's wrists were locked in the middle of the chest position. "Can you let me go? I'm tired."

"You're definitely not running away?" Game asked back.

"I'm not running away, but I'm not sure if I'll punch you in the face or not."

“You just sit in the same position, so bold.”

The game hears the voice So he complied by lowering his arms onto Win's lap without releasing his hands instead. You will not be very tired.

What was unexpected was the shock.

Game raised his eyebrows, pulling his eyes away from the screen to look at the person in his arms for the first time.

Even if Win was good at keeping his emotions at bay, he wouldn't be so good at controlling his body's natural reactions. Like right now...the upper part of the ear is beginning to color. The skin on the back of his neck that had previously been white was turning slightly pink.

One question popped into the game's head. And at the moment when the computer screen changes perspective A low moan sounded through the speakers, drawing the eyes. Expand the image of the distorted happy face of the young man who was shaking from the force of the force behind him. The game suddenly saw the reflection of Win's calm face...with his eyes turning away.

It's like there's a clicking sound in my head. 'Oh...'

Wrist tightening game wins again Send a shock and shock to the chest.

"You won't ever let go of my hand?"

"Why? Are you going to jerk off?”

Win turned his head back and cursed. “You are so annoying–” The last consonant died in my throat. When his nose almost touched the game, his head was lowered than his shoulder at some point.

Inside Win's dark room, there was only a dim light from the computer on the edge of the bed. and the evening light filters in through the curtains. If you hadn't looked carefully, you would hardly have seen the black pupils widen. The game recorded Win's stunned expression in his head. before placing his chin on his thin shoulder Lower your eyes to the source of your doubt.

"So you're up, aren't you?"

The game talks like it tells about the weather.

Win's trousers are not hard fabric. Therefore, a bulge that previously did not exist was clearly visible.

“Fuck!” The cursing sound was louder than usual this time. The emotional evidence was sealed by Win's hand. The game didn't force him to remove his hand. The person sitting in the back was too busy observing the expression on his friend's side with interest. Look at the lips moving back and forth because the owner is biting the inside of the lip. contemplating a solution

Finally, Win turned and looked directly at the game. A defiant glint returned. “Oh, I haven't completely satisfied you yet?”

"Thank you for making the dreams come true for black-eyed children, Brother Win."

“What the hell are you doing? Can you stop playing like a child?”

'Still have a good mouth'

A game of pretending to make someone angry

It worked. The corners of the smaller figure's mouth twitched up. The game then began to ask questions in an ambiguous manner. “So what next?”

“What else is going on?”

"Aren't you going to handle it?"

Game of pretending to resist your wrist and win out Revealing prominent bulges under the fabric once again. Win hurriedly slammed his hand back to cover, cursing loudly in the room, “Take care of you, you bastard. Let me go!”

“I'm uncomfortable.”

“It's about me!” A hoarse voice began to grow louder. I don't know what the game is triggering. “Usually I just let it go, but this is what you did. What a waste of time!”

Game looked at Win a little bit and couldn't believe his own eyes. “...Don't tell me. That you let it go away on its own. Have you ever masturbated?”

Win didn't answer, but rolled his eyes as if asking, 'And why? ’

“So why are you so irritated…”

Hearing a 'heh' sound in his throat in response, Win mumbled, a clear curse: "Talking to you is like talking to a buffalo..."

The game doesn't make the noise it used to. It was at that moment that the room fell silent. Win looked up and saw that the clip had finished playing when the two of them were hitting each other. And now it's stuck on the page.

Replay

replay

Win furrowed his brows, “Bluff, is this a game? Where did you say it was?

playlis—”

I don't know why finishing sentences was so difficult for Win today.

If this time, there was another sound that was missing. It's like a hiccup in the throat and breathing is difficult. which came with a shock like electric current running throughout the body

The game lets go of one wrist and wins.

and was using that hand to press down on the center of his pants.

The brain, which usually processes quickly, suddenly freezes and forgets even the cursing. The game hand is bigger than the win. Just dragging your thumb and kneading the placket of your shirt sent a rush of heat into your stomach.

This time it was the winner who grabbed the game's wrist instead.

“...What are you going to do…”

The voice that was meant to sound intimidating was reduced to a whisper. But it was loud and clear in the dark and silent room. Without the obscene sounds coming from the computer on the bed.

"How can I help you? Don't you know how to do it?" Game replied.

"I can do it. I just don't do it.." Win's other arm was still held. It would be impossible for the force of one relatively skinny arm to compete with that of a larger person. Plus, the more you try to push it out, Even more touched than before

It's a funny game to look at a person who doesn't know how to put their hands together and is unusually agitated. A smart-mouthed person who, when the time comes, actually acts incorrectly.

“Game..” The sound of colored cloth loudly interrupted a soft scolding followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled down, “Game, you damn bastard!”

"Sass, you're really good at cursing today."

Under my palm, my underwear was hot. Just kick the button and it will fall out of the buttonhole.

The outcry suddenly quieted down. The cursing sentence faded into the sound of a deep intake of breath.

People who couldn't fight the strength of their arms at first tried to push themselves to dodge. But he couldn't move much before a thick forearm grabbed his waist and brought him back down to the original position. The back rests on the chest. Closer than before

Close enough to feel the tense muscles beneath the thin shirt.

“Do you trust me?” the game asked the person who tensed in his arms.

“...What the fuck does this have to do with what you're doing?

Sexual Harassment

Where am I right now?” Win's voice was smooth. In contrast to the hand that was digging its nails into the game's forearm.

“Do you trust me?”

Win didn't answer, but turned his face and looked again.

Dark brown and black meet. One pair swayed like there was a faint flame in it.

“If you trust me, you will let me go,” Game repeated slowly, “I won't hurt you, I promise.”

What inspires people like Game to say things like that? He also uses a soft voice that is too soft to understand. It is a question that will probably remain in his mind even after many weeks have passed today.

Win bit his lower lip. ponder again Lots of thoughts in my head The final results come in many forms. But the most popular question is probably…

'Why? ’

"You fucker...never did anything like I thought you would." Win's voice became hoarse. It's as soft as a whisper, but because they're so close. So the game is listening.

"So I'll stop?"

The next eye contact was the kind the game had only seen once in a while, mostly when the other person didn't know who was watching. The eyes are tired and tired. I want to say something, but in the end In the end..Win won't say anything...

Win turned around and looked ahead. Didn't say anything further as expected. So uncomfortable that it's irritating But that suffices as an answer.

Game released the hand that was holding Win's other arm locked. Changed to drape across the chest to pull the smaller body closer. Lift the back of your hand up to lightly touch Win's cheek, making a sound like you usually do. “Count to ten in your head. If you really don't like it, you can scold me…”

Win's final protest remains silence.

After that, the silence was replaced by something else.

The sound of clothes rubbing The sound of a belt buckle being released Swinging loudly to the rhythm of your hand

up down up down

Fingertips trace along the seam. A prominent bulge that penetrates the finger. Wetness seeps through the thin inner layer. His hand was rough like a sharp knife cutting deep. Makes your body shiver, not unlike when your bare skin is exposed to the cold wind..even though right now everything is scorching hot...

Hotter, hotter

“..any more?”

Black eyes glanced at the face resting on his shoulder. It was the first time that Win didn't understand the question. So he kept his mouth shut and acted nonchalant. Before the game, move your hands faster instead of answering. A sound escaped Vin's throat. Listening to it hurts your ears until you have to cover your mouth with your hand.

But the person at the beginning of the story laughed. Warm breath blows against the side of his neck.

“More than ten seconds, win.”

If Win could scold the other party for anything right now..

“...more?”

This time the game didn't even wait for an answer. The question was like a warning. But it didn't help Win prepare for anything. It hastened and picked up the rhythm. Couldn't figure out the way to the point where all I could do was accept it all. The back seems to melt into the chest of the person behind. So hot that the body is sweating feel uncomfortable, feel uncomfortable

The sound of rapid stroking beneath her was accompanied by the sound of gasps passing through the fingers.

Can't stop the noise

faster faster

His pants slid down to a heap on his white thighs. Revealing smooth, pale muscles like someone who hasn't had much exposure to the sun, that twitch as the hips lift. liquid seeps dripping onto the floor

"game-"

The owner of the name made a loud noise in his throat, “Shhh, not yet.”

“Slow down..a little–”

“Not yet.”

'Who told you to stop, you bastard and liar?'

The thrill was released into the nails. Peck into the middle of your palm. His knuckles clenched so tightly that they turned white. His breathing began to fail to keep up with the rhythm of his hand, and Win began to struggle, pounding at the arms that were wrapped around him. His consciousness was fighting against the eruption mechanism in his body, but the more he moved, the more the game's hand pounded down, up and down, sliding faster and faster until only a rough wet sound could be heard.

“Wait–”

The sound seemed to be suffocating. Even if you bite your tongue, you can't stop.

The thin body in Game's arms jerked away with all his might. But I can't go anywhere because the game is faster. A large hand grabbed Win's waist just in time before his hot body made him proud to stand up. The body trembled, throwing itself forward. Press your face and shoulders against the edge of the bed. Knees on the hard floor, butt floating, twitching with the rhythm of his hands that are faster and more merciless. There was the body of a close friend nestled behind him.

The game looks at the image of the body that has collapsed beneath the body and a question arises in your mind. 'What the fuck am I doing?'

But can't stop

Can't stop looking.

The tangled strands of curly hair on the nape of my neck were damp with sweat. His ears turned a bright red against the blue light from the screen. Cast on a body that was tense until it trembled. His hands twisted into the sheets until they wrinkled and formed veins along his arms. A soft, muffled sound could be heard from the face pressed close to the bed. Meant to conceal a disgraceful sound that leaves little to no space.

"Win, I can't breathe."

The warning has no effect. Another person pressed himself closer to the bed. Game then put his hand in and scooped Win's chin up.

The moaning sound disappeared. That stubborn person bit his lip to block out his voice instead.

“Don't bite your lip.”

The win is stronger than before.

"unbridled"

“Dammit! Ah--”

Game of inserting fingers between lips Feel the moist liquid in your mouth and the soft, warm tip of your tongue. A loud moan of protest lodged in his throat. Halfway between a low growl and a high moan. It was a sound that the game didn't expect to come out of Win's mouth. It sounded obscene, rude, and made the throat dry and thirsty.

There was a moment where the game thought he wanted to try kissing Wind.

But when I think about it again...the game doesn't choose to risk having my tongue bitten off.

Brown eyes followed the curve of his back. The shirt line was raised to reveal skin on her waist. white like milk Trembling with the rhythm of the unrelenting hand movement Something in his heart made him bite the hem of his shirt up to his lips, planting a slow kiss on the shaft of his spine.

There were sounds of protest to be heard. White Muscle flinched away as the game ricocheted down his side. Lingeringly nibbling But how do you twist and escape? With just a slight movement of your hand, Win was back in the same place.

Control everything

The game really likes it.

...but he doesn't like it at all...

Everything is outside the rules. Too out of control Like falling into a hole But he was kept from touching the bottom of the cliff by a few thin threads, one of which was connected to the game's hand. Forced to give thrills at moments that were too much to bear and the other line is on the tip of the tongue and lips. Carefully pressing it against the back... Win doesn't like it the most...

“Win…”

I don't like that low sound either.

His fingertips moved away from his mouth and slid down. Under the shirt Run a warm, saliva-soaked finger across the middle of his chest. Down to the flat stomach, ripples up and down with the rhythm of the hand movements.

lower, lower

“…Trust me…”

At the end of his words, the warm breath that had previously touched his skin was replaced by teeth. Buried on the soft skin on the side, where the fangs are. The clitoris in the body was penetrated in the blink of an eye.

It was like a continuous burst of current along the spinal cord. A tingling sensation spread throughout his body. Win's eyes widened. The body trembled. The voice in his throat changed in tone at that time. High hoarse, similar to a moan Missing the rhythm of the repeating rhythm

Something was overflowing in the pit of my stomach, swirling and agitating.

Hip jerking

The game's hand felt a warm liquid filling it.

Everything ended then.

It's like waiting for the right moment. The light on the computer screen went out. Only orange light was left peeking through the curtains into the room. The game sees only Win's outline, half-sitting and half-draped on the bed. The sound of gasping for breath was the only thing that could be heard from the person beneath him.

The game isn't sure how much consciousness the other person has left as they slowly relax their fingers. Support the other person to be balanced and sit comfortably instead of sitting with their knees on the floor.

"Hey, are you okay?"

There was no response.

Game removed his hand and leaned over to sit next to him, smoothing a strand of hair from the smaller man's moist forehead, "Win?" I carried you–”

The sound of a crash reverberated throughout the room. The game world tilts When I realized it again, my face dipped to the ground.

“Whoa! It hurts!!!!” The large man writhed on the ground, holding his cheek with his hand, feeling the stinging sensation in the flesh of his mouth. His head made a whirring sound until he was dizzy for a moment.

Win's elbow flicked right into his cheek, precise and cold-blooded.

While sleeping, tears flowed. The game sees a person standing beside him in the dark. I don't know when the pants returned to their original condition. The other party recovered very quickly.

“Well, you're fine! Did you hit me?!”

“You want to get fucked again, right?”

A cold voice made Game snap his mouth, replying in a teasing voice, "...no..."

The darkness in the room completely hid Win's expression. The game couldn't guess what the other person was feeling because in the end, the slender figure was still standing. Don't say anything further. It's even more stressful than being held at gunpoint by a lawyer.

“Are you angry at me?”

The game sensed the stares in the darkness. I felt like I was a mouse being watched by a cat.

"You didn't stop when I told you to," Win said shortly.

Swallowing game Lick tasted the blood in his mouth as he thought back. Honestly, I can't help but feel a little guilty because I 'did more' than I thought.

...a lot...

Game muttered in his throat, "...Who used it to make you sexy?"

"I'm begging you, sis."

"Oh, can I apologize?"

People who are afraid of being stung but don't feel remorse complain. Win ran a hand through his hair in the dark. He looked like he was going to say something before falling silent again. The game is like hearing the mechanical sound in the other person's head making a loud noise. I'm using my thoughts non-stop.

'Don't punch me again, that's enough, you little bastard, you have such a heavy hand!'

After silence stretched for almost a minute. The sound of a sigh from the person being treated (?) suddenly sounded louder, strangely sounding like someone had been relieved.

"If I tell you to stop next time, you'll have to stop, do you understand?" Win emphasized quietly.

“Oh, next time I'll-...” The game stopped, and he sat up, “Next time?” The man with one cheek swollen asked again. He looked at the figure in the shadows with an incredulous expression.

Win folded his arms over his chest. Even though he couldn't see clearly, the silhouette made it clear that the other person was looking in another direction. Muttering something in his throat, he could hear it quickly, something like '...Should have knocked her unconscious'.

"So that means you're okay if—"

"I'm going to change clothes."

“Hey Win! Wait a minute!”

The door slammed shut before the game could stand up to its full height. The sound of heavy, hurried footsteps sounded far away. Leaving the game in the dark with a dead battery on a computer. Plus lots of crates strewn around.

and the tightness under his pants that even a blow to the mouth could not remove.

Game scratched his cheek and smiled, looking down at his son who was more alert because of his close friend.

“Next time, right?”

In the downstairs bathroom where Win went to wash his face and eyes, a 25-year-old man stared at the reflection in the mirror with many thoughts in mind. But when you look at it, the results aren't very good because the more you think about it, the more your eyebrows become knotted together.

His fingertips moved back and forth at his side, seeming hesitant before slowly lifting the hem of his shirt. He made an annoyed noise in his throat when he saw the bite mark on his waist. "Damn it..."

- Ding -

There is an incoming message sound.

Win took out his mobile phone. Read text from the game

Eyebrows are more knotted than before.

The message is as follows: 'Next time, how many days? ’

At that time, Win seriously thought about it...would it be better to punch him until he was unconscious and act like nothing really happened..?

- Ding -

The second message arrived.

'Thank you for trusting me Nawin'

- Ding -

On the 4th floor, there was also a message.

Game hurriedly looked down at his phone and saw that Win hadn't typed a reply with a text message. But sent as a link to a document instead...

frown game, press slide to open screen It was still for a few seconds.

before bursting out laughing

'Criminal Code Concerning sexual abuse, Section 276, 277.

pdf’

“Play as

pdf

Right away, sis.”

End.

*This story is only the author's imagination. Names, events, and places are not related to reality. It is not intended to harm the artist/character*

His series has an intense story. But we pushed to decorate it.

PWP

I'll be a little embarrassed (but not stop).

Thank you very much for reading up to this point. If you like it or not, what do you do? Don't forget to leave some comments. We can whistle together. I want to find friends to play the game of win. I'm lonely.

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Who likes Chip "Golden Dog (mixed with crazy monkey)"

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Black cat with an arrogant face" invites you to eat this delicious pair with a spoon. Very hot chemistry

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Game Win Akraphir Monkey Cat Sathu (I saw some people use it so I used it too)

This fic was inspired by real conversations in Amen.

EP.6

Porn game teasing

And boom, this fic was born haha.