GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 1: The victim lures the unsuspecting.

“Hmm.” with thick eyebrows knitting together despite not being fully awake, the tight grip around his waist and the heat from behind irritated him out of a pleasant dream.

Singha reluctantly opened his eyes, a low groan in his throat as if he was unwell, making him sit up and turn to look. Thup’s face was pale, his brows furrowed, sweat beading at his temples, the arms around his waist tightened intermittently. Singha reached out to touch Thup’s forehead and neck, finding his body temperature alarmingly hot. He glanced at the bedside clock to see it was six in the morning, the usual wake-up time for the kid beside him.

“Thup, Thup!”

“Ugh.” The pearly eyelids slowly opened, revealing teary eyes, “Phii Singha, I have a headache.”

The puppy-like whimper made Singha lift his hand to stroke Thup’s soft hair as he moved to rest his head on his elder’s lap, still holding on.

“You’re sick now, told you not to play in the rain.” he said softly.

“Ugh.”.

“Get up from my thigh quickly, I’ll get you some food and medicine.”

“No, I want to stay with you.”

“Thup, don’t be stubborn.”

“I am not stubborn.” Singha could only sigh. Normally, the kid on his lap would listen with just one word. But now, both stubborn and arguing, his illness had turned him into a whiny pup.

Singha spent time soothing the person on the bed, stroking his head until Thup fell into a deep sleep. Once sure he was asleep, he gently laid the little pup down before getting up to head downstairs.

Even though he’s not one to cook, just a bowl of porridge shouldn’t be beyond his skill. While waiting for everything to boil in the pot, Singha made a call to his close friend.

[Too early, way too early.] The groggy voice like he’s not fully awake didn’t make Singha feel too guilty.

“Hey, what medicine should a sick person take?”

[Huh?! You’re sick?]

   “No, it’s Thup.”

[Is my kid sick?!]

   “Yeah, he got caught in the rain yesterday.”

[Just give him some food and medicine, then wipe him down, and let him sleep.]

   “Is that all?” Singha grabbed a thermometer, various medicines, and a fever-reducing gel, setting them ready.

[Yeah, but if the fever doesn’t go down and it’s over thirty-nine degrees, you can take him to the doctor, or honestly, just bring him to me.]

   “Okay, okay, we’ll see. Thanks a lot.” After hanging up, Singha carried both the porridge and medicine upstairs. Seeing the kid curled up in bed made him feel a pang of sympathy.

Singha sat down by the bed before waking the sick person once more.

“Thup, hey Thup, wake up quick.”

“Mmm…” Thup turned to look at his older brother before slowly sitting up, with Singha helping him lean against the headboard.

“Eat some porridge and take your medicine, then we’ll wipe you down.”

“Have you eaten yet, Phii?” The hoarse voice made Singha gently stroke the young man’s head.

“I’ll eat later. You eat first.”

“Can you feed me, please?”

“Oh, oh.” Every time Singha encounters those pleading, innocent eyes, he loses completely. The older brother scoops up some piping hot porridge, cools it down by blowing on it, then offers it to the sick person’s mouth, “How is it?”

“…A bit too salty.”

“Oh, I know, just eat it.” Singha feels like smacking the spoon on the kid in front of him, really wants to, but all he does is lightly pinch his nose.

After feeding him for a while, Thup shakes his head like a puppy, saying he’s full. Singha doesn’t want to argue. He gives the young man his medicine while he goes to fill a basin with water and grabs a small clean cloth.

“Take off your shirt, I’ll wipe you down.”

“I feel cold.”

“Just for a moment.”

Thup raises his arms to the sky, waiting for the older man to undress him. His bare upper body comes into view as the white cartoon-patterned T-shirt comes off, revealing glowing white skin and the beautiful muscles he’s trained well, making Singha smile.

The moment the damp cloth touches Thup, he flinches, but looking up at the older man’s face, he just bows his head down, not daring to say anything. The thorough wiping down makes Thup’s face, ears, and body blush.

“Why are you blushing so much?”

“Well… it’s embarrassing.”

“We have sex every night, is there any part of you I haven’t seen?”

“I am still embarrassed.”

This shy demeanor, so different from last night in bed, makes Singha want to ravish those innocent cheeks, not seeing this embarrassment when he’s being intimate. After caring for the sick one, Singha goes to shower and change for work, his beautiful eyes following every step of the older man even though he’s been told to lie down.

“Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”

“Waiting to see you off to work.”

Singha walked over and sat on the bed before gently patting the sick person’s head affectionately.

“At noon, I’ll come back to check on you, so just sleep and don’t get up to do anything. If anything happens, call me, okay?”

“Yes.”

“Get well soon, you little pup, I’m worried about you.” Singha leaned down to gently kiss the forehead where a fever-reducing gel was placed.

The door opened without a knock, making it obvious who it was. Singha placed the documents on the table after reading for hours until his eyes started to blur.

“Hey, Singha, let’s go eat.” Darin walked in first, followed closely by Say. “How’s Nong Thup doing?”

“I plan to check on him in another half hour.”

“Actually, if he’s not better, you could bring him here. I’ll help watch over him in the room.”

“Hmm.” Singha looked up at Say, who had just gone to sleep on the sofa. Currently, only Say and one assistant were working in the forensic department, so when any case came up, it was just the two of them handling the fieldwork. No wonder his friend was nearly exhausted. “Hey, Say, next month, there’ll be an intern coming to your department. If he passes the evaluation, we’ll let him choose whether to work here or at the institute.”

“Yeah, whatever, just get someone here.” Say replied dismissively before going back to sleep.

“Hey, Rin, could you buy some food for me and a coffee? I’m going to check on Thup first.”

“Sure, since your young boyfriend is sick, you can’t focus on work, huh?” Darin teased, earning a light tap on the forehead from Singha.

In less than twenty minutes, Singha was at the front of his house. He walked inside to find Thup had moved to sleep on the sofa. The young man was curled up under a thick blanket, his pale face regaining a bit more color than earlier that morning. Singha sat close by, gently touching the clear cheek with care. He reached for the remote to lower the air conditioner’s temperature before turning back to look at Thup again.

“Oh, Phii Singha… when did you get back?”

“Just now, why are you sleeping downstairs?”

“I wanted to see you soon.”

“Getting sick makes you clingy, huh, puppy?” Singha looked at the person who moved closer, found him, and then hugged his waist tightly, “Still got a headache? Come on, let’s have Darin take a look.”

“It still hurts.” Thup buried his face into the older man’s stomach, his still high body temperature making Singha worried. “Alright, let’s get in the car. I’ll go prepare some clothes for you.” Thup lingered for a while, wanting to cling to his elder, but eventually got up and walked to the car, carrying his blanket and favorite doll from a fair years ago.

Singha packed Thup’s essentials into the car before driving back to the station, not forgetting to buy some simple lunch for the kid beside him.

The station officers were used to seeing the young man wandering around, as often it was Thup who came to help with their director’s tasks.

“Rin, check on Thup for me.” Singha said as he opened the door to the infirmary, then supported Thup to Darin.

“Oh, poor little Nong Thup of mine, let’s check your temperature, blood pressure, and overall condition first. If it’s serious, I’ll give you an injection and you can rest a bit.”

“Okay.” Singha watched Thup’s back as he carried his doll into the examination room, his expression relaxing. Leaving him alone at home worried him, bringing him here would be easier to manage.

Meanwhile, Singha went to finish the work he had pending so he could take Thup home worry-free. It took nearly four hours. When the pen signed the last letter, Singha put it down on the table and stretched his muscles to relieve the fatigue. He could finally rest, except…

“Director.”

“Come in.” Singha looked at his subordinate who brought in unwelcome documents.

“Reports from the reconnaissance unit have come in. There will be a transaction at the club today.”

“What time?”

“The first auction starts at 10 PM.” The person reporting hesitated, making Singha look up, “But our guy inside got sick, rushed to the hospital this morning.”

“Send someone else.”

“Who, sir…?”

“Do we only have one officer?”

“Well, there are many, but to get someone good-looking and fit enough to be accepted by that club is tough.”

“Go pick someone and send them. I’ll get ready to infiltrate the auction. Have the team ready to move in for the arrest as soon as I give the word. You can go now.” Singha stood up, organizing documents on his desk before walking over to change into a black shirt, replacing his well-fitted tee.

This time, he would lead the team to bust a human trafficking gang that had been operating under the guise of the club. They had been tracking this for months to pinpoint the auction day inside the club. Finally, they could arrest the club owner red-handed.

It seemed taking the sick kid home would have to wait. After changing, the tanned-skinned man walked back to the nurse’s room to ask Darin to take Thup home.

“Hey, Singha, where are you off to?”

“Emergency work. Can you take Thup home? Is he better?”

“Huh? Thup left about twenty minutes ago. Said he was going to find you, seemed much better, so I didn’t stop him.”

“Find me?”

“Yeah.” Singha frowned before hurrying outside. “Lieutenant, have you seen Thup?” he asked a subordinate passing by.

“No.”

“Where did he go?” It took nearly ten minutes to search for the missing kid, until Singha remembered the order he had just given to the new officer. “No way…”

The clamor from inside the downtown club spilled outside. This two-story club had a bar and dance floor on the first floor for nightlife enthusiasts. The second floor catered to VIPs or those seeking privacy for more risqué activities. Only a few knew that past the kitchen wasn’t an exit but a secret red room used for human auctions, not just for pleasure or to indulge dark desires, but for the outright sale of willing and unwilling people for whatever purpose the buyer desired.

“Here’s the last one, just arrived.”

“Looking good, huh, the body’s not bad either, definitely high priced, have you checked the background yet?”

“All done, just an artist.”

“Okay, okay, take him to get dressed before the event starts.”

Thup was pushed into a large, dimly lit red room. Before this, he had just woken up feeling better than before and hurriedly went to tell the older man. But suddenly, a policeman told him he was suitable for a job, as per the director’s orders, then dragged him to fit various devices and briefed him on the plan. Though he was somewhat confused, seeing that it was the older man’s case, he was ready to help. Besides, it didn’t seem that difficult… or did it?

Amid the twinkling lights in the dark red room, people in elegant attire began to take their seats at the tables. Sharp eyes glanced around without focusing on anything in particular. Strong brandy was poured down his throat to ease the irritation upon learning that today’s informant was someone clueless like this artist.

“Can I sit with you? If you’re not with anyone.”

Singha glanced at the smaller man; that delicate face seemed entirely out of place here, and his hips…

“Please.” The brandy was poured into the glass once more. The invitation was accepted, with the young man sitting squarely on Singha’s sturdy lap, his round buttocks pressing down without pretense.

“Thought I’d bid here, but this spot has much more interesting things.” The fair hand stroked along the chest peeking from the shirt.

“Interesting to that extent, huh?”

“Yes, I’m interested… so much so that we could do it right now.” said the plump lips teasingly, edging closer to Singha until there was barely a few centimeters left between them.

“Huh, put that cute butt of yours down nicely, the auction is about to start. And I have something important to retrieve.” Singha used his glass to keep some distance before lifting the child from his lap to sit beside him. He admitted to himself that the small person was quite to his liking… if it were before, but now, there’s only one person who can make him feel like he’s in heaven even while still in bed.

“Good morning, honored guests, how has everyone been for the past month? We are very pleased that many of you are still interested and have joined the auction again…” As the host professionally conducted the event, the sharp gaze swept around once more, noticing that the doors were now closed. Guards in black suits began to encircle the area, “Let’s start with the first auction item, shall we?”

When the auction began, the lights in the room dimmed, leaving only a soft glow spotlighting the stage. An iron cage large enough for a person was wheeled out. Inside, a young woman with a graceful figure, dressed in revealing attire, sat crying.

“A poor little girl. She ran away from home and has been at the shelter for only a week. Both her skin and figure are quite appealing, aren’t they? Because of this, the starting bid will be… five hundred thousand baht!!”

“Six hundred thousand.”

“Eight hundred and fifty thousand.”

“Nine hundred thousand.”

The bidding proceeded amidst the excited chatter of the attendees, the effects of alcohol and drugs becoming more pronounced as the night deepened. Not even the person next to him was exempt, hands wandering until Singha rolled his eyes. He could call in the arrest team now, but that would only catch the small fry, the big boss would appear only when the auction concluded, so Singha had to grit his teeth and bear it.

“Let’s go outside.” The sweet voice whispered into the ear of the young policeman, who today played the role of a nightlife enthusiast.

“I’m busy.”

“Now, for our final piece. For those who’ve gotten a little something, why not try this one too? This item is hot off the press, and surely anyone who sees it will be interested.” said the host as a young man chained at both hands made Singha push away the hand of the child beside him, “Wow, with those gleaming eyes and cheering, it’s going to be a fierce competition. So, we’ll start at… one million baht!!!”

“One million five hundred thousand.”

“One million nine hundred thousand.”

“Two million.”

Thup squinted due to the glaring lights. He could barely see below; his black slacks were unlike any he’d ever worn.

“Two million five.” After being dressed in a blood-red shirt, his hair was styled to expose his forehead.

The bidding and prices grew increasingly fierce, especially as the man in black revealed Thup’s pale, muscular chest. The auction’s price soared.

“Four million.”

“Ten million! And if anyone touches that kid, they’ll regret it.”

A stern voice amid the crowd caught everyone’s attention, including Thup. He recognized that voice well; a slender hand tried to shield his eyes to see the man below the stage clearly.

“Ten million once, ten million twice…”

“Fifteen million.” Singha, puffing out his cheeks in annoyance, had brought the kid into this mess and now faced further trouble. His sharp eyes noticed the white skin around the wrist cuffs turning red. “Sorry, I just happen to like this one.” said the young tycoon in a crisp white shirt, his smoky gray hair approaching, standing almost as tall as Singha, who looked at Thup with a mocking gaze, escalating the tension.

“Twenty.”

“Fifteen million plus twenty baht?”

“Twenty million.” Thup was left agape at his beloved’s extravagance. He hadn’t made that much money in nearly ten years of work.

“What’s this? He’s not even your type.”

“Is he a cockroach under your bed or something, knowing so much?”

“Twenty-five million.”

“Thirty million.”

“You don’t look like you have that kind of money.”

The young man’s gaze swept Singha from head to toe.

“Forty.”

“You must be crazy.”

“Fifty.”

“Pfft, this kid isn’t worth that much.”

The other’s defeated stance prompted the auctioneer to begin counting again.

“Fifty million once, fifty million twice… fifty million three times!!! The winner is VIP table fourteen!!” As the officials came to unlock Thup’s handcuffs, Singha immediately reached up to help him off the stage and back to their table.

“Shh, don’t say anything.” Singha whispered, audible only to the two of them.

When they arrived at the table, the previously adorable young man smiled sweetly at Singha again, his delicate hand caressing the tanned, muscular chest before being brushed away by the newcomer.

“Just an auction item, and you dare swat my hand away?” The displeased tone made Singha shield Thup.

“Quiet.” The stern voice caused the young heir to sulk back to his table in frustration.

“How could you let him touch you like that?” Now alone, Thup immediately wrapped his arms around Singha’s waist with a look of dissatisfaction.

“We’re working. Let’s not blow our cover.”

“I’m jealous.”

“I’m more jealous.” Singha glanced at the sullen boy beside him before taking off his own jacket to drape it over Thup.

“Are you really going to pay that much for me?”

“Yeah, if I have to.”

“I’m not worth that much.”

“You’re worth more than that.” Under the table, a pair of hands were clasped together. Despite their stern faces, “All units, get ready. The target is now inside.”

[Understood.]

   “In two minutes, the police will raid this place. Keep your head down.” Singha leaned close to Thup’s ear to whisper, but before pulling away, he planted a light kiss on his earlobe. “You look hot today. Makes me want to drag you to bed.”

“But you said we’re working.” Thup tilted his head towards Singha, his face flushed.

“Still got time to flirt a little.” Singha gently pressed Thup’s head down into his lap, covering him.

Bang!!!

“This is the police, everyone down on the ground! You are under arrest for human trafficking and illegal business operations!” Police stormed in, though there was resistance, it wasn’t overly violent.

“Stay here.” Seeing someone trying to escape, Singha dashed to intercept, his long, slender leg under his black slacks striking into the fleeing man’s midsection, making him smirk as he glanced back at Thup.

“Yo…you.” The man groaned and collapsed as the cocky kid from earlier was indeed the one facing him.

“Mine. If I say don’t look, you don’t have the right to look. If I say don’t touch, you don’t have the right to touch. Remember that.” Singha handcuffed him before standing to direct his subordinates.

The arrest this time was a success, managing to capture not only the club owner but also dozens of bidders. Tomorrow, when the news breaks, this place will be permanently shut down. Similarly, the victims who were auctioned off will regain their freedom once the legal process is complete.

“Umm… Director, I’m really sorry for using your boyfriend as bait!!!” The words tumbled out so fast they were barely intelligible, prompting a glance around.

“Don’t let there be a next time.” Singha said, leading his boyfriend away from the area. After getting into the car, he drove straight home without a word the entire way. Not out of anger, not out of moodiness, but because he was pondering what to do with the young man beside him.

“Phii Singha, talk to me first.” Singha said, preparing to head upstairs for a shower after a long day, but the younger man grabbed his wrist first.

“I’m going to bed. I’m tired.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking if you’re mad? You’ve been hurt, used for who knows what, and then there were those looks and words.” He had heard the rough words and seen the leering looks directed at Thup, which soured his mood just listening.

“I ain’t mad at all. Plus, I barely saw or heard anything up there.” Thup said, grasping Singha’s irritated face before kissing the bridge of his nose gently. “But I did hear you bid fifty million for me, though you didn’t actually pay.”

“I’m a cop, not a drug dealer. Where would I get that kind of money?”

“But since you won the auction, is there something you want from me?”

Singha looked at Thup’s charming face, not surprised that anyone who saw it would fall for him, with his fair skin and muscular body.

Singha didn’t waste any time. He pushed Thup onto the sofa and straddled him, discarding his black shirt to the side. Their lips met again, more passionately than before. The lingering bitterness of the sour plum in Singha’s mouth seemed to intoxicate Thup as well.

“You look good today.”

“And other days?” Thup asked coyly, but his hands did the opposite, reaching into Singha’s pants to squeeze his firm buttocks.

“Another day, you look like a good boy.” Singha unbuttoned Thup’s suit, leaning in to kiss along his neck, “But today, it seems like I can really have you.”

Singha wasn’t wrong at all, because the pitch-black hair styled to perfection, the sharpened facial features, the silver earrings, and necklace all matched Thup perfectly, and it was insanely hot in his opinion.

“Thup, you always tell me to take it easy.”

Thup kissed Singha’s chest before slipping his hand into his waistband.

“Then don’t be gentle today, do it as hard as you want.”

“So, should I dress like this every day?” Thup tilted his head, asking while Singha was trying to unbutton his pants while sitting on the floor.

“Don’t even think about it.” Singha used his teeth to unzip, revealing the dark underwear he had bought himself.

“I won’t be able to go to work.” was all he said.

After that, the house turned into a love battlefield, filled with moans and heavy breathing, the sounds of flesh against flesh, and wet kisses echoing throughout the house well into the next morning.

  

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