THENEXTPRINCE, Chapter 36: Yours.

Silence fell between them. Khanin bit his lip tightly, his deep eyes gazing at the older man.

Of course, Charan saw it, but because he didn’t want to say anything at the moment, he could only pull the younger one’s hand and lead him towards the door of the art room.

Charan brought Khanin inside before picking up a bathrobe to send to him. The young man didn’t say a word, and even intended to distance himself, making Khanin have to let go.

“Phii… Where are you going?” He tightly grabbed the slender hand.

Charan met the gaze of the young boy and jokingly said that the young royal must suffer.

“I am going to change clothes too.”

He said it like that, as if he didn’t care at all. He’s a stubborn person!

“…”

“I’ll be waiting outside when you’re done.”

Similar to a cool breeze blowing through and helping to cool down the heat and reduce anxiety, Khanin reluctantly reveals a smile and a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He knows that this time, the journey here will not be in vain.

Wait… I want to talk to you.”

“Sure.”

They exchange a quick glance before parting ways to attend to their personal matters. Khanin efficiently finishes his tasks in no more than fifteen minutes, as expected. Young Royal returns to stand in the same spot.

The art room remains untouched, just as it was a few minutes ago. Perhaps someone had come in and cleaned up as instructed. Khanin’s paintings are still left abandoned inside the rectangular room, devoid of Charan’s shadow.

Outside the window, a heavy rainstorm rages on. However, the doublelayered walls of Phitakthewa Castle muffle the sounds, and Khanin can only hear a faint murmur seeping in.

Khanin paces around like a trapped mouse, his mind filled with various thoughts as he waits for someone to return. He has wasted enough time and doesn’t plan to waste any more, so he contemplates leaving and following Charan. But just as he is about to move, the tall figure steps back in.

They face each other closely, one in a large bathrobe and the other in a navy blue silk nightgown clinging to their body…

Charan looks rather unusual, perhaps due to the wet hair sticking to his forehead and the non-conventional glasses adorning his handsome face. Nonetheless, it makes people look at him in an intriguing way, trapped in awe.

Khanin loses focus, forgetting his rehearsed speech that was meant to express his love for Charan. What a fool he must have been, thinking that God would love someone like Charan so much to grant him such beauty.

The Young Prince swallows nervously. As soon as he regains his composure, he tries to gather his thoughts and regain his calmness, even though it is a difficult task.

“Nin wants to talk to you.” Khanin blurts out before getting straight to the point without further hesitation. He has wasted enough time and doesn’t plan to beat around the bush.

Alright, ask away.”

“Why did you ask for a day off?”

“I wanted to take a break.” The older one answers without wasting any time, while maintaining a calm expression on his face. However, no one knows what’s going on inside. Charan himself looks confused and restless.

“Do you really want to take a break, or are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not avoiding you, Nin. I just want you to take some time and think for yourself.” Charan’s response clearly indicates that he has noticed the abnormality in the younger one.

Khanin pouts and then sighs deeply.

“Nin, I didn’t plan to avoid you…”

“…”

“It’s just that… I… I wanted to apologize for yesterday. For abruptly running away because…”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to say it.” Charan’s stoic posture leads Khanin to interpret it in a different way, causing the young man to try to contain his stress. Meanwhile, the younger one doesn’t seem concerned at all.

“You have to say it. If you don’t, we’ll just keep misunderstanding each other like this.”

“…”

“I ran away because I felt embarrassed, uncomfortable, it was awkward!” Because Khanin quickly spoke, his voice almost became a scream, his fair cheeks turned red, leading people to want to look even more.

“Embarrassed?”

“Um… well, because I just found out why Emmaly was sensitive to kisses, why people couldn’t randomly kiss others…”

And how did you find out?” Charan’s posture seemed to change from before, the worried pose changed, the young man shifted to hug himself, looking at Khanin with eyes that made it difficult for him to speak.

“…”

“What happened? Tell me, please.” Charan is skilled at playing with people’s emotions, even leaning in close enough to affect the rate of heartbeats, causing young people to blush and flee.

“So if Emmaly kisses someone… it’s a declaration of love, right? I… believe in that too, don’t I?” The Young Prince asked, despite his slightly reddened ears, urging the other person to look.

“I’ve been Emmaly’s person since birth.” The older guy refuses to speak directly, but it’s clear enough for Khanin to have an accelerated heartbeat.

“Then the next question… Are you bothered by me kissing you or not?”

“No.” Charan answered this immediately, the type that didn’t waste time thinking, waving his face in front of the person opposite to make sure he didn’t respond just to please others.

“And my kiss… did it bind you?”

This time, Charan was silent for almost a minute, larger than life next to the lips, before finally uttering a few words that would pierce the heavily oppressed heart of the white-skinned person.

“Yes…”

“Oh…” Khanin felt his heart skip a beat. Beautiful twin eyes blinked, he thought of countless ways to fix this, but in the next moment, the mood shifted with Charan’s words.

“I’m not denying that it was like that at first, but now it has changed.”

“…”

“I don’t know when it changed either.”

 

 

The heart that had paused suddenly beat again. Charan was teaching Khanin to see the essence of what is called love, but despite that, he had seen his friends fall under the power of this and saw it as a joke.

Khanin thought he was good at controlling his own heart.

But when he actually tried, it wasn’t like that at all.

They stared at each other, both sides silent because they were too embarrassed to say anything. Charan was brave in fighting, skilled in arts, but when it came to love… he was no different from crawling children.

Lost in their own incompetence, they became colorless individuals, needing activities to help dissolve their behaviors.

“Drawing… Drawing has dried up, not continuing then”. Because Khanin just stood still with a red face. Charan had to find a helping topic, they were like children who had just met each other, shy but…feeling good.

“Not drawing anymore. My drawings are not good, I have to admit that there are things that we are both not good at.” Khanin realized this and started telling funny stories, a young person, even though he had a small mouth but when he looked at the photos they drew, it made Charan look closely.

“If you don’t want to draw, then what will you do?”

“Hmm… I thought of something.” A small smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Khanin walked straight to the large table where he had set up a board, carrying it and placing it in front of the person wearing glasses. Then he picked up a pencil and handed it over, teasingly pointing his finger at his own eyes alternating with a large white paper.

“Huh?”

“I want you to draw my picture… even though I am not good at drawing, he is good at being a model. Try to see.”

“Oh.” Charan didn’t expect the answer, so he was silent for a moment, his neck slightly bent, and finally burst out laughing softly.

“Why are you laughing, try drawing first to see how good my posing is”.

Khanin pretended to be angry, helping to ease the atmosphere between them.

The Young Prince arranged a chair and placed it in front of the owner of the room, then struck a pose like a fashion model for a well-known brand that he had seen before.

Khanin gazed seriously until his brother had to warn him to speak up.

“You don’t have to be that tense, it’s better to be natural”. Charan spoke casually, placing the board on a stand, then picking up a pencil and lightly sketching a funny egg-shaped figure, just like the context had changed from a serious conversation to an inserted drawing activity.

“What kind of natural? Like this?” The painter’s face had a contemplative expression. Khanin remained silent for a while. Then he posed in a new way, this time choosing to sit facing the person drawing, pretending to be nonchalant, looking in another direction but still seeming tense as before.

“It’s just being in the present. It’s already cute”.

The fast mouth spoke what he thought, attracting attention to himself.

“Um…” Khanin bit his lower lip heavily, feeling extremely embarrassed, but his brother didn’t notice.

“Just sit casually, but try to communicate something so that the drawing can see us in a different perspective.” Charan spoke softly, hiding his true seriousness. With a thick hand, he held the pencil and started outlining the image of the young prince. For a moment, even the blank paper seemed to reveal a visible image.

Khanin was amazed at the talent. Charan was not only good with a sword, but he excelled in art. How could he explain it? It seemed that the gods had created Charan for this purpose.

“What do you want when you look at someone like me?” The question came from the skilled artist, bringing Khanin back to reality. Charan didn’t take his eyes off the paper to look at him. With a sigh, but still with the same tone, Khanin finally answered.

“Nin…no…you have to look at the person drawing”. The answer varied.

Khanin whispered to himself while Charan barely took his eyes off the paper.

In the end, he realized that he himself had become the target of his gaze.

“Shift a little”.

“Move…?” The fair-skinned guy frowned at the same time as Charan stood up, tucking his chin in, twisting his cute face into a new pose that matched the image he had in mind before revealing his own actions.

“I can’t see your face clearly.” Charan’s words were normal but they made the listener’s heart skip a beat.

Khanin agreed to go along with ease. After seeing Charan in a serious mode, he decided to change his mind about the activity that was supposed to be a fun time-waster.

“So… how should I do it, you ask. Well, I can tell you.”

“How would you like to draw me in what mood, try showing his facial expression…” The tall figure wearing frameless glasses responded smoothly, as if giving a command, but in reality, Charan was offering more options to Khanin.

When drawing a portrait, it is important to present a facial image that reflects the appearance, personality, or emotions of the model for the artist to see.

So, Charan wanted to know how Khanin would show his expression when facing each other like this, what kind of feeling the other party wanted him to perceive.

“I…” The first thing he can sense is hesitation, the young person staring down, gazing at himself for a moment, letting time pass to contemplate. Until a clear answer is formed in his mind, he decides to raise his head again, his eyes meeting the person standing above him. With a gaze that shakes the listener’s heart like never before.

“If you want to draw someone who is in love, how should my facial expression be… and if the person he likes is standing right in front of him… what kind of mood should it be?” In a questioning sentence that sounds confused, Khanin’s voice is heavier than Charan can understand.

“If you, Nin were to ask me a question now… what would it be?” Someone younger wouldn’t wait for a reply. Khanin decides to stand up fully, before moving closer to the person in front of him than before.

“Do you like me, or maybe… Do you more than like me… just like how I more than like you.”

As the round eyes looked at the tall figure, tears welled up in those clear eyes. Charan remained silent, not uttering a word, and the rain outside no longer made any sound. Because of the strong heartbeat of Khanin pounding under his white swimwear, his thoughts and mind became muddled.

“I am joking… it’s because of you, we understand each other.”

“Because you like me… likes… likes me so much…”

The big round eyes stared deeply into the beautiful eyes, the strong fingers gently touching the smooth skin, pressing down as if wanting to touch the heart that was beating fast because of himself.

It is clear in his emotions, the bravery to show it without fear of anyone’s reaction, is the charm of Khanin.

And it is certainly enough to make Charan… fall in love.

Even though it may be only a small fraction among many reasons and passing whims, it is enough to make Charan accept his own heart.

Their relationship was not just a matter of duty anymore…

“I also like you, Nin…”

“…”

“I like… until I can’t stand it anymore.” The overwhelming feeling, like a sweet scent, spread throughout the room.

Charan couldn’t separate the feeling of floating from himself, a happiness that had a reason, between the romantic words he had just heard and his own courage to confront and decide.

They both accepted each other’s feelings, allowing themselves to love freely…

“So let’s not run away from each other anymore. If we like each other, let it be clear. Nin won’t run away anymore…” Khanin spoke slowly, but every word was heavy.

His slim figure took a small step back before doing something unexpected to Charan, his slender hand touched the tie around his neck before loosening it, letting the white bathrobe that had covered his dignified figure fall to the cold floor.

His fair, flawless skin seemed unaffected by the dazzling lights, making the noble bloodline in him stand out even more. Khanin took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling in an irregular rhythm caused by the indecision that led to his decision.

The Young Prince had made his choice – tonight, he would shed everything, no matter what it was. Duty, royal rank, any constraints that would create a gap between them.

Khanin would give everything, as long as Charan didn’t reject him.

“Nin…” Charan swallowed hard, unable to speak, only allowing the younger one to explain what was in his mind.

“Phii, you don’t have to do anything for me anymore… Be your own person, feel whatever you want, think whatever you want, as long as it comes from your own desires… Don’t try to suppress your heart.”

“…”

“Don’t put me above everything else, we are equal.” Khanin pulled the younger one’s hand firmly towards him, as if he were a tightly sealed person trying to control his boiling emotions, and gently pressed his lips against the thick palm, making the sigh of a suppressed person dissipate.

“Nin, why are you like this…”

“…”

“Do you want to see me go crazy, Nin?” Charan clenched his teeth, suppressing the desire to ask, his thick hand trembling in a way he had never experienced before. The young man tried to use all his abilities to press the boiling heat simmering in his heart, but Khanin refused to cooperate even a little.

Khanin moved closer to the other person, using both arms to enclose Charan’s body, leaning his face against the sturdy chest, listening to the heartbeat of the other party to affirm his own feelings.

Khanin no longer cared about the status between them, what the future held, whether it would be hell or heaven, as long as he had Charan… he was willing to accept everything.

“Whatever you become, even if you want to be crazy. I can accept it all, as long as we are together, understand each other. I will not… hesitate.” The sentence ended with a taste of a kiss.

Charan took advantage of the short moment when Khanin tilted his face to look at him, before capturing the warm breath with his lips pressed tightly together.

It was a scorching, unexpected kiss that took place in the blink of an eye. Charan didn’t invade with his tongue, but the passionate gesture of his lower lip gently sucking rocked the helpless soul. It caused the small person’s body to shudder.

The clear droplet flowed taintedly from the beautiful corner of the mouth, as the rough, loud slurping sound prolonged the emotions of the two individuals, extending beyond their embrace. Plates, bowls, pencils, erasers, and drawing paper turned into useless objects. The touch from the person in front led them to delve deep.

Minutes passed before Charan finally agreed to pull away. The handsome young man slid his attractive face closer, lowering it to the forehead, allowing his frameless glasses to rest on the bridge of his nose.

“If we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to.” Charan muttered with a voice as deep as a desperate lion offering a last escape to the victim. The young man told himself he would stop, even though the true desire burned within his body, almost to the point of self-immolation.

“…”

“Nin? If you aren’t ready… I won’t…”

“And who said I would stop? Who said I’m not ready?” This time, Khanin conceded without waiting for Charan’s words to finish, using his young hands to explore both sides of Charan’s face that had once belonged to him. He slid down to his waist and forcefully grasped his hip, uttering words that cut through the last strand of resilience like a sharp knife.

“…”

“Because I am here. Now… because I want to be yours.”

“…”

“I won’t stop, so Phii, you can’t stop either, ah…” With that, Khanin’s whole being was pulled down onto the floor, his fair and untouched skin exposed and enveloped in the thick arms.

His little heart skipped a beat, unable to beat when he tilted his face to the left and caught sight of a large reflective mirror that showed his entire body. His face was pale and flushed, wanting to speak words of reassurance, but was interrupted by the person behind him.

“Phii Ran… I… ah.”

The tip of his nose touched and rubbed against the backside of Charan’s earlobe, inhaling the scent of his clean body, smelling the same soap brand as his own, yet the sensations received were fundamentally different.

Khanin’s entire body smells sweet… and strangely intoxicating.

“Beautiful…” The thought slipped out of his mind. Charan used one hand to explore ardently, while the other glided across the skin, moving down to the lightly touched middle section of the petite figure. It caused the person who used to be so strong-willed to tremble.

“Ah… um…” Khanin bit down on his lower lip, raising his slender, soft hand to grip the armrests of the chair to vent his emotions. Just as the other person began to lift his voice.

With one hand, Charan passionately acted, while the other slid along the flesh, moving to the top of the chest and gently flicking, causing the young one’s breathing to hitch.

Khanin opened his twinkling eyes, gasping for breath and blurted out, feeling that the desire to lead was completely wiped away. Now, the young prince realized that he would never be able to conquer Charan. If the other side decided not to let him.

How could a sword ever win against a shield? It seemed today was no different.

Warm hands accelerate the pace, causing the emotions of the person on the platform to soar. Khanin’s sweet voice escaped, the tip of his ripe body exuding a clear dew, which overflowed and dripped onto the art room floor.

But the older person didn’t think of relenting.

Oh…

“Forget about it.” The sound, resembling a command, seemed to intensify

Khanin’s desires even more. The breath of some people became shallow, gasping, while the lump in the left chest beat fast. The cause was the pleasant feeling of Charan becoming bold enough to give orders.

“Are you embarrassed… Phii Ran.” He reluctantly forgot about it but blushed until his face turned red when someone intentionally made him look into the mirror. The image of his reddened complexion was reflected. Misty eyes, revealing an open longing from the corners of his mouth. His hair was unkempt, only making Khanin feel like he looked different every time.

“Yes.”

“Phii… ugh, oh…” The more he gazed, the more he felt his hips instinctively sway with the pulling force. Khanin used one arm to tightly embrace the strong arm of the older person. On the other side, he lowered it onto the expensive armrest.

“I want you Nin to see what I see, to know how beautiful you are.” Charan, like a lost dreamer, but in reality, a man, a young man with complete senses, pressed the base of his neck a few times, causing the person on the platform to tremble and shudder.

“Oh… Nin… Nin still… I still don’t want to cum yet.” In the past, Khanin thought of himself as a patient person, but for some reason, in this situation, his fragile body didn’t think so.

It was fortunate that Charan didn’t intentionally harass him or do anything vulgar. He agreed to let the person on the platform breathe freely.

Understanding the meaning of the sentence spoken by the younger person very well.

Khanin didn’t want to cum with his hands… but the younger one wanted something more than that.

“…!” The recently relieved body, after just a few minutes of catching his breath, eyes widened when the older person lifted him up. Charan, in a bridal pose, led the younger person from his position straight to the curved doorway located in the corner of the room, without any explanation other than a short narrative sentence.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” A simple statement, but with powerful destructive force.

The more Khanin immersed himself in the gaze filled with Charan’s desires, the less he could speak. He could only lean his face towards the strong chest, turning into a shy and embarrassed person, not being able to help but let out a suppressed laughter in his throat with joy.

The tall figure led the slender person to the bedroom door. The other side was the bedroom, then Charan gently laid the younger person on the kingsized bed before undressing himself.

His muscular body gracefully showcased itself. Khanin bit the corner of his lower lip, observing for only a few seconds, before someone else leaned down to touch his skin, their every part snugly fit together.

Charan fed kisses to his partner without any hesitation, warming his lips with affection. He didn’t allow the younger, naive person to overthink, gently kissing the small passage through the lips, turning his fair complexion into a pink hue, looking captivating and enticing. Khanin’s eyebrows furrowed as he involuntarily leaned towards the touch, gently squeezing the liquid essence onto the back area of the other party.

Khanin didn’t ask because he knew very well that having prepared equipment was quite common for most people. But once he thought about who the older person had it prepared for, his brows twisted in confusion without realizing.

“It’s a government welfare, every house would receive it.” Charan whispered softly, just beside his ear, then kissed it affectionately. He didn’t let anyone, especially the young one, think too much, leaning down to kiss the lower lip gently, before skillfully separating the white legs as far apart as possible.

“Um…” Khanin’s confused, bewildered brain, intoxicated by the sweet sound when Charan lightly presses his finger against the small passage, the young prince’s cock, now turned pink, irresistibly captivating, making people restrain themselves from jumping in to devour the other side with aggression.

Although those things happened… in thought. Charan sees a paradise that hasn’t even been touched, not even once.

A young man skillfully massages the sensitive area around the back entrance, slowly inserting one finger inside, delivering a gentle, warm, and moist touch that stimulates the body of the fair-skinned person, who can barely contain their anticipation.

Khanin’s eyes widen, Charan gaze fixated on the pale figure as they timidly cover their face in embarrassment. Khanin’s face turns red, his voice barely audible, yet it ignites a flame within Charan’s body.

The more the young man tries to conceal his feelings, the more Charan feels the urge to arouse him to make him show more emotions. His fingers withdraw before firmly pressing down and overlapping, accompanied by a deep smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Nin… Nin, please take your hand off. Can you look at me for a moment?” a soft whisper, deliberately pulling his slender arm away from his sweet face, while gazing at the cheeks of the person on the bed, blushing adorably.

Khanin lies still, his lips meeting each other, trembling all over from the surge of emotions. Yet, he allows the other person to explore, to gaze until their hearts are satisfied.

The boy was embarrassed, but filled with curiosity. As the person above gradually lowers his body on top of the younger person’s body, lightly kissing across the chest, and ending with warm kisses around the seductive lips.

“Oh…” Khanin’s singing voice lacks restraint, his body stiffening as he feels the warm tongue that teases and entices him.

Sometimes gentle, sometimes intense, they alternate, leaving Khanin unable to predict. He tries to maintain composure with every touch Charan gives, but at one point, he can’t help but tremble as he once understood strength.

Charan does not only focus on the upper part. The young man’s tongue glides down from the fresh chest, not different from an investigator, leaving no part of Khanin untouched. Every touch is filled with attention, causing the young heart to tremble with passion.

“What else can I do here?” Charan’s handsome face stops near the sensitive corner, then tilts up, accompanying the inquisitive voice, contradicting the action of grasping the slender legs and lifting them onto their shoulder blades. However, that sensitive posture is nothing compared to what the older person is about to do.

The tip of Charan’s nose grazes and sniffs from the inner thigh, rising to the knee of the younger person, and that alone almost makes Khanin surrender to what he desires immediately.

“Mmm… Lick…”

Charan’s smile widens at the response, enjoying when Khanin speaks directly to his own heart. Just as he enjoys seeing the startled face of the younger person when he looks for something beyond their expectations.

“Lick… Right here.” The lion gently grabs the smooth white hip, lifting it above the bed. At the moment when his face is about to bury itself in the sweet passage, the small hand pushes his head lightly. Startled.

“Wait, no… Not there.”

“Nin, you said I can lick.”

“I mean… the leg. Just the leg.”

“But I want to lick right here.” There is no hesitation in the precise movement; Charan leans towards the warm pathway, using his warm tongue to gently touch the hardened pink cock, while pushing one more finger and creating a sweet moan that reaches the ears.

Khanin bit his lower lip to contain his emotions, the gel and saliva adding moisture and enhancing the wetness of the love portal until it opened wider, allowing Charan to add another finger, effortlessly going from one to two, from two to three.

“Ah! Ohh, Ah… Wow…”

“…”

“Don’t, don’t go there.” Tears welled up in his eyes. Khanin clenched his fingers tightly against the dark-colored bedsheet, unable to describe the mixed feelings he had to face at this moment.

“Why?”

“It’s…” Turmoil swirled like a person being pulled underwater, causing the young man to feel restless yet content. Khanin took a deep breath, and finally realized that he should find something to hold on to.

“Yes, it is?” It wasn’t until he saw the gleam of enchantment in the sharp gaze that he knew he had to contain his emotions and take a step back, allowing Charan to cease his provocative actions.

“That’s enough.”

“Nin…” His thick eyebrows raised slightly. Charan ceased his stillness and stared at the changed figure of the white-skinned person.

“I want you to… enter me.” The young man chose the same method to regain control. With determination, Khanin made sure that the other party felt no different.

Their bodies separated with the younger man’s legs spread open wide, charming the older man with flushed faces, although their contradictory actions seemed extreme. Khanin pursed his lips and looked away, but his actions only provoked the other party even more.

“I… damn.” Charan muttered in a muffled voice. Khanin seemed to hear a faint whisper as he hugged his body, tucking his head to reduce the buzzing noise.

The silver condom in the silver foil packet placed next to the white body was swiftly torn open and worn. The scent and touch, soft and smooth from Khanin, awakened the hidden desire within Charan, awakening him and making him think of the warmth inside.

Charan held his breath, suppressing his own burning emotions, before slowly lifting one of Khanin’s slender legs and placing it on the bed, a clear sign of his love.

“Wait… don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing, but if I don’t do it this way, you will be hurt.” It was true that Charan wanted the young man to get used to his size, trying to stay calm because he didn’t want their first time together to be just about emotions.

He wanted to pay more attention than this, but that’s it. He had said before that the younger one refused to cooperate.

“It’s okay, I am… fuck me… please.” Because he wanted to feel more than this, he requested. Khanin himself moved his body closer to where the other person was, underneath, and slid his lips to gently kiss the elder man’s chin, both inviting and enticing, until Charan’s patience broke and scattered, as if by chance.

Charan gradually moved his body into Khanin’s, the soft warmth immediately made his eyebrows twist, and as the two clung together, their bodies and mouths became one, their tears merging and their senses intertwining, drifting away for a moment.

“Ah…” Khanin tried to relax and let the older man deeply penetrate, merging into one, the instant they became intimate. Charan, swallowing a lump in his throat, pressed the younger one down onto the bed, waiting until the other party adjusted, their true love gradually starting to emerge…

The elder one pressed deeply into the warm passage, and all the determination he had set in his mind disappeared like a gust of wind passing through, gently touching his lips, pressing kisses down the small shoulders, gradually moving lower along the spine.

 

 

Ohh… umm… ah.” Waves of pleasure enveloped them, sweeping them away. Khanin released a muffled moan, brushing against the cheeks, collarbone, and planting kisses down the vibrant love line of the older man, both tempting and inviting until Charan’s suppressed emotions burst and scattered in a moment of vulnerability.

Tears of joy wanted to flow down the Young Prince’s clear cheeks. Charan used the tip of his nose to wipe away the tears, softly asking with a tender voice, contrasting with the forceful play that shook the expensive bed.

Gently, the elder pressed deeper into the hot passage, letting go of all the determination and desires he had held onto, as if the gentle breeze passed through, kissing and caressing, soothing and softening Charan’s inner warmth.

“Does it hurt?”

“No… anymore. I…” the Young Prince’s face was soaked with tears.

Charan clenched his fists. He knew it didn’t stem from sadness, but rather a display of affection. His younger counterpart, on the other hand, licked his lips in delight.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh… Phii Ran.”

“Speak up.” The half-commanding tone resurfaced once again. Charan’s low growl in his throat indicated that the gentle pathways of a young person had a reaction to such actions, he bent down to press his pale white throat before accelerating the pace to elicit a heavier and slower response from the older counterpart.

“Fuck, oh… Ah… so good.” Khanin’s mind was muddled, his emotions felt like being pushed into a free fall and thrown into the sky, causing occasional moments of floating sensation as if glimpsing the gates of paradise. They could only see each other’s faces, seemingly aware of the hidden desires within.

“Then, I should add more strength…”

Oh… Phii Ran.” The sound of flesh colliding reverberated throughout the bedroom. Khanin’s hips jerked in response to the longing, his consciousness sparked and tingled without control. The overwhelming sensation almost made him forget to breathe.

“Breath.”

“Ah…” Fresh air rushed into Khanin’s lung as his lips parted slightly, embracing the sweet passage in a tight grip, allowing the older counterpart’s low sound to escape into his ear.

“Good, boy.” Words of praise accompanied by a gentle nibble on his shoulder made Khanin’s body tremble, his tense figure, full of desire, crumbled and collapsed, leaving him to hold the person in front of him tightly.

“Oh…” Tears streamed down the young man’s face as he released cloudy droplets of milky tears. He accidentally scratched the older counterpart’s back, burying his face in the broad shoulders before opening his mouth, emitting a sweet moan from his throat.

The tall young man pushed his body closer to Khanin for the last time, cupping the younger one’s chin to receive a ravenous kiss, sucking and savoring, forcefully penetrating deeper into the core until a trace of blood surfaced.

Charan accelerated the rhythm, burying himself in the sweet body one last time before releasing all drops of essence inside Khanin. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the young man lying weakly under him.

The young man bowed down to seal the kiss, gently caressing the beloved face before reluctantly withdrawing himself, with a tinge of regret, asking the young man who was almost breathless.

“Is that enough…” Khanin’s face flushed, he breathed heavily as his pale white brain wandered, feeling drowsy from exhaustion. But just a few tingles on the nerves of touch brought him back to consciousness, after hearing a whisper accompanied by the sound of ripping a new packet of latex.

Not yet.”

“Please don’t say… Aaah…Phii Ran.”

“Just beginning.”

…

On a cold, misty midnight, Emmaly’s atmosphere was filled with the sound of raindrops. Petai in his bathrobe was half-sitting, half-lying on the sofa, his eyes looking towards the door, waiting for someone.

The small clock on the wall of the Ranwin family’s guest room indicated that it was very late now. However, the son of the Minister of Defense was still not asleep.

It was crucial because he had just received a message from Ramil that the other party was traveling to meet him amidst this rainy storm. He couldn’t help but worry about how dangerous it could be.

The scent of incense did not help relax the mind of the anxious whitehaired man. Petai suddenly stood up and paced around for a while. Until he heard familiar footsteps, he opened the door and went out to greet them.

“Why are you here?” This section of the Ranwin estate was separated from the main building because Petai disliked chaos. They didn’t have to worry about someone seeing behavior beyond what was appropriate.

“Why are you here so late?” The owner of the place avoided answering the first question by shooting back another question. Petai saw Ramil’s wet, tousled hair and wide shoulders covered in raindrops, so he lifted his hand to help brush away the moisture.

“If it’s late so I couldn’t come?”

“If I say no, will you listen?” The conversation seemed heated, but they both knew it wasn’t like that.

 

 

Ramil stepped inside the house before inclining his head. Letting the other person run his hand through his hair like that.

“Father isn’t here.” In truth, Petai didn’t need to say anything. If Rachata were here or Ramil appeared without any excuses, things would have been chaotic.

“You’re all wet, I’ll get you some clothes to change.” They were always like this, discussing different topics, but still facing each other. Petai disappeared to prepare the equipment, leaving only Ramil in the middle hallway of the Ranwin estate.

The young royal took a position to walk and wait, but because his eyes were drawn to a new painting placed in front of the window, all his attention gathered there.

The picture of red camellias… Ramil was confident that he had just seen it for the first time. The bottom right corner of the painting had a date engraved, making him even more certain that this artwork was new, the latest work today.

“I left the water for you, go in and take a bath.”

The familiar call pulled Ramil’s attention away from the painting, but he didn’t mention the artwork and simply turned to politely ask the homeowner.

“Have you bathed yet?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s bathe together.”

“…”

In a brief moment, Ramil saw the hesitancy in those eyes, and the young prince spoke gently, making everyone’s hearts soften.

“Just a casual bath.”

Petai didn’t refuse or hesitate about the invitation. They had nothing to be embarrassed about, sharing a bath in the same tub wasn’t something new.

The fragrance of roses filled the air, and the candlelight placed around helped create a relaxing atmosphere. Ramil sat behind Petai, their warm hands entwined, the temperature gently spreading through the slender white arms of the man with a slimmer physique.

The cramped space made their skin warm and pressed tightly together. Petai leaned back, closing his eyes, allowing Ramil to do as he pleased without any complaints.

“You went to Morpheus?” the Young Prince’s bold heart prompted him to ask before he turned his gaze to contemplate, awaiting an answer.

“Yeah.” Petai didn’t hold back like he used to. Because Ramil knew very well that nothing gave him the right to prohibit, he knew… But what he couldn’t restrain was the feeling of unease that lingered more strongly in his chest.

He pondered what he could do… something other than instigating arguments like before.

“If you were to study art there again, I’d like to go with you.” As quick as thought, after careful consideration that this matter could be spoken of, the royal blooded individual did not hesitate.

“You don’t like drawing, Ramil.” However, the fair-skinned house owner was perceptive enough to ask if Ramil was interested… Of course, the answer was no. He was not the kind of person to beat around the bush, and his response was even more direct than a stroke of a dagger.

“I won’t go drawing, I’ll keep watching over you.” The response came with a forceful embrace around the waist.

Petai tilted his head slightly as someone began to follow his own desires, the warm and passionate lips planting kisses on the back of his soft, furry ear, causing his body to shudder.

“Mmh…”

“Really not just taking a casual bath?” The question was posed even though Ramil was more familiar with his temperament than anyone else. Petai clenched his fists at the corners of his mouth, his body trembling from being aroused, before some definition began to take shape in his mind.

“It’ll bruise.”

“Oh…”

“Who said it was just a casual bath?” The question was asked despite knowing Ramil’s nature better than anyone. Petai ground his teeth, his body roiling from being roused, before some notion began to surface in his mind.

A fox would never be tamed like a domesticated dog.

“Do you want to take a casual bath? We’ll let you choose.”

“…”

“You choose then.”

A cunning animal skilled in deception, but in reality, he might be more like wild rabbits playing the role of victim, becoming entangled in his own trickery.

…

The sun burst beyond the horizon, during the early hours when many were still floating in dreams, but not the Phitakthewa lineage.

Charan had been awake for almost an hour before this, the physical exertion from last night’s activities hadn’t completely worn off, on the contrary, it was replaced with a fresh, fulfilling sense of contentment.

Too happy to find words to describe.

The narrowed eyes settled on the adorable face of the person who had unwittingly fallen into his snare. Khanin was sound asleep, his delicate eyelashes, slightly swollen and redder than usual, his disheveled hair in disarray, and his sleeping posture, all served as factors that made Charan grit his teeth in patience.

He had teased enough. It wouldn’t be good to indulge his feelings any further.

All he could do was resist the temptation, even if it was difficult. Charan rose up, grabbing the towel he used to wipe himself off last night and went to change the water, then returned to find the white figure once again.

The clean fabric soaked in warm water was twisted and ready for use. Charan, who took care of the person on the bed with great care, was disappointed that the person who had been smiling while sleeping would forget to open their eyes.

“Morning.” Charan greeted first, as Khanin still seemed groggy. Once he regained his composure and swept his gaze around his clear cheeks, and slowly turned red.

“Ugh…” His eyes darted wide open. Khanin felt embarrassed because his voice that came out in the morning was rather hoarse. When he thought of the cause, he felt like he wanted to bury himself deep in the ground.

Screaming like that… the voice will be hoarse no matter how hard he tries to restrain himself.

“Let me wipe you.” Charan was very kind not to tease, but the young man’s ears turned red nonetheless. He wiped himself clean, gently wiping the delicate skin of the young body.

Khanin couldn’t refuse the help because he wanted to spend more time with Charan, and more importantly, the severe fatigue in his body from playing dangerous stunts. He admitted that he had never experienced such aching muscles despite practicing swordplay for hours on end.

“Thank you.” The young man silently expressed his gratitude.

Charan used his warm fingers to blow-dry the ends of the hair on his clear cheeks, creating a sweet and soothing sensation between them.

Khanin thought about protesting a little longer, intending to spend time with the large bed in Charan’s bedroom. However, when he saw the other side’s face combined with the faint scratches of his own nails on the back and the strong muscles on his arms, the vivid images of last night flooded into his mind like someone had buried them there.

I don’t know when I fell asleep…

“Phii Ran, I… I can’t, I’m… hard again.”

“Oh… harder.”

Gentle words but forceful actions, playing with him until his mind went blank. Charan was ruthless… even more ruthless than he had imagined. How could he forget the kiss and…

“Red face, are you uncomfortable?” Perhaps Khanin noticed the slightly different complexion of the older person’s face.

The Young Prince cleared his throat slightly before tentatively asking the question that had been on his mind.

“No… I just have a curiosity and want to ask, feel free to ask. It’s nothing really.” It’s really nothing. Because Khanin understands that things like this are natural.

“Go ahead, ask.”

“Last night… was it the first time for you?” The serious sentence, faster than their conversation routine, made the person who used to sleep quietly on the bed sit up. Charan saw the red ears and diverted his gaze slightly when answering the question.

“Oh… Is there something I didn’t like, Nin? Please tell me.” The serious demeanor was like when Charan was capturing a moment while painting, it seemed enchanting to watch it unfold.

Khanin’s face was filled with mixed emotions, and he expressed his inner feelings softly.

“No… it’s good, really good, so good that I… am suspicious if it’s your first time.” His slender body trembled slightly, lips twitching as if trying to form coherent sentences, but hesitating. Compared to Charan, this man seemed smart enough to comprehend Khanin’s intentions.

“Sometimes we all have something we can do well right from the start, just like you.”

“….” It was a simple sentence, yet it perfectly captured Charan’s character. Khanin couldn’t speak, his face frozen in a bewildered expression while the person in front of him waited patiently for an answer.

“There’s so much to learn nowadays.”

“That’s true.”

“And what about you, Nin… you were impressive last night as well.”

This time, it was Khanin’s turn. His cheeks turned slightly rosy, and his soft lips moved closer together as he pondered and processed his thoughts.

“I had someone in England too.” Khanin had no intention of lying. Although their relationship in the past was never serious or long-lasting, it didn’t mean it hadn’t happened at all.

His eyebrows twitched slightly, uncontrollably. Charan told himself that he was a reasonable person, but his handsome face tightened without clear reason.

“I’ve been with an older person before, and when I saw her at the party…”

Khanin said ‘her,’ referring to the old flame. How long had they been together, and was he deeply in love? Charan’s internal struggle was revealed through his eyes.

“…”

“I haven’t been in contact with her for a long time. We ended things on good terms, and it’s been a year since we separated. I don’t think about it much, will you Phii?” Not only Charan, even the young Khanin cared about the feelings of the older person. His slender hand reached out to support Charan’s soft cheeks, helping to brush away the confusion.

“No, I know it’s in the past.”

“Wow… But now my present and future is yours.”

He knew that Khanin was adorable, but Charan wanted to plead for him to stop being so cute sometimes. The main reason being that it made his heart work hard.

So hard that sometimes it becomes uncontrollable…

Khanin’s adorableness, from his words to his actions, made it irresistible for Charan to resist. The young man reached out and gently cupped Khanin’s blush cheeks before rewarding him with a soft, delicate kiss on the corner of his beautiful lips.

Their eyes met harmoniously, and their attractive faces moved closer to each other. A slight force, just enough to be noticed, seemed to have a magnetic pull, creating an overwhelming sensation.

The sweet emotions continued to envelop them as they closed the distance between them. While Charan had many things he wanted to help with, he hadn’t had a chance to do anything yet. But the sound of the real world crept in, waking them up from their sweet dream.

Knock, knock.

“Charan, sir.”

The knocking on the door interrupted the moment and brought the leader of the Phitakthewa family back to reality. Charan knew that if butler Narong had no important matters, the other party wouldn’t disturb them at this moment.

He stood tall, his heart yearning for the sweet scent he desired to taste once again. The young man sighed, letting his gaze wander aimlessly. He rose from the bed and walked straight to the door, opening it to inquire about his intentions, without expecting any meaningful answers in return.

“Is there something, Mister Butler?”

“The Sovereign-King has ordered for an urgent presence.”

The leader of the Phitakthewa clan had no idea what caused this sudden urgent summons. Normally, Charan was a skilled analyst, but this time, he struggled to come up with any thoughts. His mind remained blank since he left his home and journeyed to the royal palace.

Khanin was not allowed to enter and had to stand guard; they were to be separated without any further conversation. Charan approached SovereignKing in the tea room, the familiarity of the ambiance contrasting with the distinct feeling that filled the air.

Perhaps it was because Charan had never crossed any boundaries or kept secrets from Dhipabawon before. Now, he felt no different from those who have someone lurking behind them…

“Please, have a seat.” The elderly person’s permission was sought after Charan respectfully greeted him. There was a table in front with no tea cups or even a tray of cookies, like in normal times.

“Thank you, Your Grace.”

“Did Khanin come to study at ‘Morpheus’?” Dhipabawon did not waste any time and quickly approached the topic. His first question played with the listener’ senses, generating a mix of warm, cold, and strange feelings.

“Your Grace… Last night, the storm forced the Young Prince to stay at Phitakthewa. Your Grace, please accept my apologies for…” He intended to apologize, but there was no one waiting to hear it to the end.

“Do I have anything to worry about, Charan?” The final question brought the young man back to his senses, requiring him to think. At this moment, Charan was uncertain of Dhipabawon’s true intention in this conversation. “There is nothing to worry about, Your Grace.” The current situation can be considered relatively normal. Mostly, because they were mainly confined within the palace walls, providing a strong sense of security. If one were to consider a truly risky and dangerous situation, it would probably be when they traveled to speak with Jirat.

The unfamiliar person’s peculiar way of walking amidst the crowd reminded Charan of one of the enemies he had encountered. It was during the time he had taken Young Prince to seek refuge in Thailand, a matter he currently had his magicians investigating.

“So, is that so?”

“Your Grace… indeed, your Majesty… do you have a doubt?” Initially, Charan intended to tell this story about him and Khanin, but he noticed something from Dhipabawon and chose to change the topic.

“[Cough] Charan.” Sovereign-King let out a small sigh, his wrinkled hands softly touched his chest as he took a shallow breath. It resembled the symptoms of someone feeling weak, calling for assistance.

Strange…

“Shall I send the royal physician, Your Grace?”

“No need, I am okay.”

“But…”

“I will have someone warm up the bird nest soup, eat, have some rest, and soon it will get better. Charan, don’t worry, there is something more important that I want to discuss with you…” The King refused assistance, swallowed his saliva and closed his eyes briefly, as if forgetting, and then looked deeply into Charan’s eyes, leading the young man to forget how to breathe for a moment.

“It appears that the time when the condition of Your Grace is not good, there may be someone who has changed.”

“…”

“Even I do not want to interfere, but he sees that the atmosphere in the palace these days is not the same as before.”

“The term ‘fate’ means…”

“I just want to make sure that Charan, you are still the same person this old man knows.”

“Your Highness, I am still the same, sir.” Charan replied in a low voice, avoiding eye contact, showing an unintentional demeanor, inviting the onlooker to lower their gaze. Although laughter fades with age, the older person’s gaze remains as sharp as ever.

“If you are the same person, then answer clearly to this old man… Do you and Khanin genuinely like each other or not?”

Charan believes that Dhipabawon was known for a long time, but chose not to speak directly. In this country, those associated with Atsawathewathin are not brave enough to escape the gaze of the Sovereign King.

“Yes.” The young man wasted no time, he raised his head, answered without hesitation, stared at the person in front of him to listen to what the other party wanted to communicate, and found a way to cope.

“I have no intention of forbidding anything, but want you to be aware of the truth…”

Charan followed the trembling hand gestures of the person who served himself since childhood. Dhipabawon signaled to a few individuals nearby, and two royal attendants entered, carrying two teacups placed in front of Charan.

“…” The young man looked carefully at the attendants who respectfully placed the two teacups in front of him, and the delicate fragrance indicated the different types of tea in each cup.

Normally, when he comes in for private time in this room, Charan usually prepares tea from his own home to await orders from the superior.

If he is served Oolong tea, it means there is a mission to accomplish.

If he is served Chamomile tea, it means there is an order to chat and befriend to alleviate loneliness.

But this time… The tea served in front of Charan is prepared by the Sovereign King himself. The Chamomile tea and Earl Grey tea are placed for him to choose from.

In the past, Earl Grey tea referred to an order for him to return someone precious from England. So, this time it probably refers to the same person.

Earl Grey tea means… Khanin…

“Khanin cannot abandon Atsawathewathin, he must be the heir.”

“…”

“And if it’s like that… Your presence beside Khanin means you cannot abandon Phitakthewa as well.” What the Sovereign King said is true in every aspect. Those born into the royal bloodline come with responsibility and duty, which can never be avoided.

Throughout, Dhipabawon has never forcefully intervened in Charan’s life choices. The utmost trust bestowed him with only one mission, and it has undoubtedly been fulfilled.

When the competition ends, Charan will be free from any obligations as he has ever dreamed.

He wanted to go far away from Phitakthewa, to stay far from his mother’s position… to avoid the evil memories associated with his mother’s death.

However, Khanin’s love is causing Charan’s life plan to become chaotic.

“…”

“I had never thought of keeping you, but this time I must speak directly to you if you want to stay with Khanin. You must resist and not abandon

Phitakthewa.”

Charan, who is almost thirty years old, knows well that his life has never been easy. The heavy emotions are like being crushed by a big rock, making it difficult for those in positions that require carrying such feelings to breathe.

“…”

“But if you choose to go, leave everything here.”

“….” Charan stared at the two tea cups in front of him with a heavy heart. The immense pressure that came rushing in was almost unbearable. His hands trembling, he approached each other closely, like a person seeking thoughts, the young man silent, waiting to hear a few words from the other side before the other side would leave.

“You don’t have to make a decision right now, Charan. We still have plenty of time until the competition ends. But whenever you can choose, you must accept the consequences that will follow.”

Dhipabawon is right. If Khanin is the heir apparent, he himself is just an ordinary person, not like Atsawathewathin, Phitakthewa will…

“Agreed. I will protect you, just like how you protected me. No more Atsawathewathin, Phitakthewa, only Charan and Khanin… Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Khanin’s words from last night still lingered in Charan’s heart. Now, he had some questions, but he didn’t dare to utter a word between them… There’s no Atsawathewathin, no Phitakthewa.

There’s only Charan and Khanin, for real. Is that so?

…

Perhaps it’s because it’s the late season in the rainy season, the air in Khanin’s bedroom in the Daveen Palace was hot like someone lit a bonfire. The air conditioning helped to alleviate it to some extent, but the sunlight still seeped through the sheer curtains, gently touching the handsome face of the young royal.

Khanin sat quietly on the sofa in the middle of the room. He instructed Chakri to open the curtains, as he didn’t want the surrounding atmosphere to be too stuffy. His two-layered eyes darted towards the door, attentively waiting for someone to return.

He couldn’t figure out why his grandfather would call him along with Charan, initially thinking it must be something important to the extent of summoning them abruptly. However, Chakri said that such events had happened frequently, so Khanin managed to calm down.

Charan may have gotten used to it, as he didn’t seem surprised at all. But for the young royal, he was quite anxious because he didn’t know what Dhipabawon would say about himself.

They came out of the Phitakthewa Mansion together, with Charan!

Why does your trusted guardian, Virun, need to report it? Damn it!

The young man sighed lightly and bit his lower lip, alternating with taking shallow breaths. His concerned eyes caught sight of the slightly plump butler who had just walked in, so he greeted him.

“Greetings… Is there something on your mind, Your Highness?”

Khanin immediately perked up at the sound of Chakri’s voice. The young man blinked his eyes rapidly and took a brief breath, then responded.

“It’s nothing… But has Charan not arrived yet?” The desire to know gnawed at the heart of the waiting person. He wanted to know if he would be asked, what if, and what if he was asked… How would Charan answer?

Khanin’s imagination wandered to the incident where Charan was chased away by his grandfather. The story they went to sleep talkin about all night long, imagining the figure of the person being washed and cleaned over and over again.

No matter what, Charan would probably not escape his grandfather’s gaze this time. Whether it was good or bad, he might be interrogated about kissing, and if he were to answer that his first kiss… was with him.

Ugh… How much preparation do we have to do for the Phitakthewa family’s assets?

If we organize a wedding, how much should we budget for? Do we need to announce it in the newspaper, or can we keep it low-key?

We should probably discuss this first… Are we still dating?

Ugh, whether we’re dating or not is not important. What’s important is that Emmaly is afraid of kissing. Whether we become a couple after kissing or not doesn’t matter. Because we belong to each other already.

The cute face alternates between tension and a faint smile. Sometimes, it takes a deep breath, holding a lot of anxiety, and other times, it smiles, spreading happiness throughout the room, making the butler unable to hide his smile.

Chakri lets Young Prince stay lost in his own thoughts. Until a soft knock on the door required the young butler to leave, and the person who opened the door was none other than the one who had just been questioned a moment ago.

“Young Prince is waiting for Khun Charan.”

The name of the person waiting causes Khanin to straighten up, looking at the back of his close butler friend, and he can see that Charan’s face is not normal.

“Thank you, please leave. I have something to discuss with the young prince.” Charan speaks to Ben, his eyes shifting towards Khanin, revealing his discomfort. But in an instant, he turns back to Chakri.

“Alright then. If that’s the case, I will come to attend to the young lord again during lunchtime.”

The young royal doesn’t know what Chakri did, but seeing the respectful attitude of the other side as they leave, he thinks that the plump butler must not suspect anything special. That’s why he let Charan stay with him as he asked.

The thick hands swiftly dealt with the verses as soon as the door closed. Khanin sees the older figure looking around as if looking for some anomalies, so he quickly gets up from the sofa and walks towards the other party, reaching out and intertwining his hand with his own.

“So, what did you talk to Grandfather about?” Khanin pulls the older person’s hand to sit on the sofa. In his heart, he secretly hopes that Charan will face the questions as he had imagined. Because the other party is playing it too cool, creating a tense atmosphere. If the person is not observant, they might be able to catch some kind of emotion.

However, what Khanin got was a straightforward answer.

“Nothing, His Highness just entrusted me with some general tasks.”

“Um…” He sighed with a heartfelt voice. Khanin furrows his eyebrows slightly before asking gently.

“Are you sure he didn’t do anything, Phii Ran? You seemed tense just now.” The young man intentionally called the other party by name, causing Charan to become slightly still. No matter how hard he tries to hide his emotions, Khanin can somehow see that something is off.

Sometimes, being called at a time like this might not just mean, ‘general tasks.’ As the owner himself said.

“I was not scolded, he didn’t scold you either, you can trust me.” Charan quickly explains, probably afraid that the young royal would feel uneasy. But in reality, Khanin is not afraid of being scolded, even a little. He is concerned because he sees that Charan’s face is not well.

But if you say there is something to worry about, I will believe you. Khanin doesn’t like being forced to ask too many questions, it’s not good, they need some distance from each other so they don’t feel suffocated.

“Okay… so I can relax now, afraid I would get scolded too.”

“…”

“But the truth is, I am not a child, I can stay overnight anywhere, especially at the houses I like, hmm.” Young minds make emotional decisions, ending with a cute smile that makes the worried frown slightly twitch.

“Which means if I like someone, I’ll stay overnight at their house, right?” This sentence is tinged with a hint of dissatisfaction. Although Charan’s face is calm, their words seem sarcastic, but Khanin can tell that this expression is a sign of concern.

“Everyone is the same. Just like being alone, you know, his name is Cha… he’s very famous. A renowned artist, and also from a prestigious lineage, a guardian, almost like a deity. He’s not just anyone. He’s really strong…” Babbling almost non-stop to show off, and of course, the smile at the corner of the mouth is the reward for this cuteness.

“…”

“He said he would take care of me, protect me, be honest to

Atsawathewathin, he said all those things, but he doesn’t have to do anything like that. Just being by my side like this, I am satisfied.”

Charan lets the young one keep talking endlessly. Just enjoying the gaze of the white spoon-like person, displaying an adorable and attractive posture, because they want to know and see, Charan even thinks about hugging the other side, embracing with a sinking heart.

Now I feel both good and calm, like eating a dish that is sweet at first but bitter at the end.

Khanin’s storytelling sentence seems to touch his heart seriously, the words he used to comfort Atsawathewathin make him think of what Sovereign-King just mentioned to him briefly.

“I had never thought of keeping you, but this time I must speak directly to you if you want to stay with Khanin. You must resist and not abandon

Phitakthewa.”

“But if you choose to go, leave everything here.”

Phitakthewa is the surname he wants to leave behind, but without Phitakthewa… it may not be appropriate to be by Khanin’s side.

Charan remains silent, staring at the little kitten with curious eyes and a gentle aroma. From his soft house, it invites him to move closer, the warm edge presses a light kiss on the prominent nose of the person he likes, before wrapping his waist to hug and bury his face in the small shoulder for a moment.

“Is there anything I can share with you? You don’t have to give details if you’re not comfortable, but if you want to talk, you can always call me. I am always ready.” It seems that Khanin noticed that the young one has changed his speech to provide encouragement instead of making jokes as before.

The soft voice whispered in his ear, accompanied by a small hand gently caressing his back, every deliberate action brings relief to the heavy burden carried on Charan’s broad shoulders.

Sometimes, choosing to be with Phitakthewa may not be a bad thing anymore. If he can maintain his position as a leader, he can preserve their relationship.

Despite the pain and discomfort, it’s worth it to have Khanin.

You are my entire world…

“Just having Nin close by feels like a burden has been lifted…” Charan’s eyes moistened, the lips twitched into a deep smile, the thick hand gently stroking the small person’s hairline, before moving down to cup his face, gazing closely into each other’s eyes.

“So will I be close to you often, starting from tonight, sleeping and cuddling together? Wait, I… oh.”

He really knows that not waiting to hear others finish their sentences is disrespectful, but because the other person is too cute to resist. Charan therefore deepened his kiss on the red lips.

It’s as if there’s an irresistible force. Even though they are in the other party’s bedroom during the day, Charan can’t control himself.

The warm lips passionately collide, tongues explore every corner of the small mouth, sweeping away the lingering sweetness and capturing every drop for themselves.

The louder the moans in the slender neck, the more relentless the actions. Charan tilted his face for better access, pulled in the small lips for negotiation, and slowly dragged his tongue to sweep the roof of the white man’s mouth, causing him to tremble.

“Ehehe.” The blissful sensation overwhelmed him. Charan swallowed, almost melting, as he indulged in the young man’s delicate lips. The more they touched, the more his heart ignited, and he was reminded of the events from last night.

It’s really funny how a moment ago Charan was so stressed and couldn’t think straight, but when he heard Khanin’s sweet words combined with his actions, he seemed to forget about the heavy things for a while. His heart was generous enough to provide kisses to his little one.

“How can we stay together? Should I sneak into your room, Nin?” He whispered, leaning close to the red lips, and for a moment, he brushed his face against theirs, grazing the small ears, nibbling the lower lobe, and ending with a playful kiss that elicited laughter from Khanin.

“Really…” The white man was… stubborn, with clear teasing eyes. Even with his closed eyes, he knew he was ready to open the window for him to climb in at any time.

“I was joking.”

“So, you don’t want to cuddle with me?” The questioning voice seemed to know exactly how to provoke him.

“I want to… but if we cuddle, it won’t end with just cuddling…” Charan replied softly, exhaling and using his hand to caress his own face. He thought of grabbing Khanin and laying him on the sofa, then kissing him all over, “If it’s here… no matter what, it’s not advisable.”

“And… what about somewhere else?”

Charan didn’t have time to explain why it wasn’t appropriate, as someone else spoke up. Their eyes met, and the corners of their small, enchanting lips lifted, resembling mischievous little kittens planning to take over the world.

“….” The young man stayed silent, waiting to hear what Khanin would say next, and of course, the following sentence didn’t disappoint him.

“If I want to study art again… is it possible then?”

…

In the evening on the second floor of the Royal Palace, bathed in the sun’s rays that filtered through the corridors, perhaps because this floor attached great importance to the windows, it resembled a celestial realm in the paintings of a famous artist decorating the central part of the palace.

It created a sense of awe for those who saw this place under the sun’s display for the first time. Normally, Khanin rarely came to visit his father at this time. It had been several days since he came here to ask his father to teach him art. So, the young man thought it was time to go see the elder. After all, Tarin was a part of what helped him and Charan understand each other.

Khanin stopped walking, raised his head, and looked at the painting by the famous artist hanging there. The central corridor engraved by PrinceTarin resembled a grand gallery. His father stored numerous paintings, many of which seemed old and invaluable.

It was amusing to see

Khanin did a halt, raised his head, and admired the famous artist’s painting hanging on the wall. As for the central hall, it resembled a large gallery, as Prince Tarin, his father collected numerous paintings, many of which appeared old and difficult to assess their value.

Playing with the objects he held in his hands today, Khanin couldn’t compare them to anything dusty. However, even so, Khanin still wanted his own drawings to impress his father.

He went to study art for real after a period of practicing sword fighting and needing to relieve stress. Although ‘studying art’ had hidden meanings, it didn’t mean Khanin wouldn’t pay attention to any aspect. He was giving his all to impress Charan.

He wanted to impress Charan whether it was on a chair, on a bed, on… oh well, let’s stop there, or even in the bathroom. Khanin was focused, He learned anato-measurements from his Charan, and it touched his heart.

No matter how tired he was, every morning he still held out his hand to be taught how to draw his father’s face. Because he had promised to come and learn. However, it would be nice to have some artwork to impress his supporters.

The Young Prince quietly chuckled in his heart, knowing well that drawing only a few times wouldn’t result in a beautiful piece of art. But at least it was a starting point. Charan, the name attached to his drawing, seemed more like a person than ever before when they practiced drawing together.

“Khanin… Did I take too long?” A voice called out from someone waiting, diverting Khanin’s gaze from the expensive painting to the newcomer, along with three other followers.

“No, I have just arrived.” The young boy replied softly, showing a cute face that made his father smile before sitting down next to him. The hand of the extended follower welcomed him.

“How does studying art help relieve stress from practice?” Since the last time they talked about studying art, it wasn’t surprising that his father asked about it.

Khanin glanced at the large framed canvas standing beside the familiar butler. It was covered in a silver silk fabric, hiding what he intended to present to his father.

“It can help a lot. That’s why Nin wanted to repay his Dad for taking him to study that day.” The young royal paused, signaling to the butler to quickly unveil the covered painting. Then Khanin took hold of the frame and turned to show his father his skill, momentarily silencing the entire area.

“Wow… Repay? No need for that. It’s just great that you’ve improved.”

The young boy noticed his father twitch his small eyebrows when his hand landed on the canvas frame.

“It’s a picture that I intentionally drew for you.”

“A picture?”

“Yes… I drew a picture for you.” He paused, then quickly removed the covering silk fabric. And then Khanin held up the framed canvas, turning to showcase his father’s talent before the attentive audience fell silent.

“…”

Tarin was speechless and had a slightly widened gaze when he saw what appeared on the revealed piece of artwork. Not at… No, it didn’t mean that way, he meant filled with style. Well, the half-body figure that looked like it was smiling menacingly was indeed terrifying.

If Tarin were to analyze it, he would think that Khanin might be referring to him as a fallen angel with vengeful sentiments towards someone in heaven. The angel used vibrant and chaotic colors while drawing a person who appeared frighteningly smiling.

Tarin concluded his thoughts in this way.

Well… which angel did he draw a picture of? Why does it look familiar and strange at the same time?

“I drew a picture of you, father.” It seemed like the question in Khanin’s mind was being answered. Khanin grinned widely while Tarin couldn’t contain his surprise.

“Huh?”

“What is this picture of me?” The little boy’s face changed slightly when he saw his father’s surprising pose. However, as soon as Tarin realized what had been done, he let out a soft sigh, trying to hide his confusion. When he found out the truth behind this image…

It wasn’t an angel from any heavenly realm…

But a picture drawn by his own son.

“Oh, I drew a picture of you…” As Tarin pondered how he accidentally ended up with a terrifying smile on his face in the picture, the young boy blurted out, startling his father, who couldn’t contain his confusion. It shattered the composure of the man and caused him to burst into laughter.

“It’s not beautiful, is it? But I meant… if Dad, you don’t like it… If that’s the case, you, Mister Butler… Can you take this picture away…”

“Don’t… wait…” Tarin extended his hand and then paused, putting on a solemn expression, as he handed his trusted butler the item to be placed back in its original position.

“But…”

“It’s fine, I say it’s acceptable.” Tarin smirked slightly. He didn’t like to lie to anyone, and anything that was good, he would say it’s good, or if it was easier, just say so.

Everything that Khanin did… was all good, and that’s it.

“Dad, don’t deceive me, it’s better to let me draw a new one.”

“If you want to draw a new one, go ahead, but this old father of yours wants this one. Because it’s the first gift you… gave to me.” The end of the sentence trailed off softly, like a whispered murmur. Tarin gently smiled at the person sitting next to him before reaching out to stroke his soft, delicate hair.

“…”

“You’re really talented.”

“Well then… I will draw more for you.” Khanin’s words made Tarin feel like he was a tree that had received pure, cool water to nourish him.

Moist, filled with more happiness than ever before in his life, like the first time he saw the face of this child when he was born.

Tarin was delighted to have a closer relationship with his son than ever before. The father-son relationship was getting better day by day, making him feel like he was inhaling the scent of the first blooming flower in the season of blossoms.

Everything that happened during this period made him feel good about the art teacher, who had become various things in his son’s life.

He knew that Khanin was happy when he was close to Charan.

Tarin himself was happy when he saw his son happy.

“Oh no… I guess I have to entrust you to Charan.” Tarin referred to the art lessons, but it seemed like he took the raw path of a raw teenager.

“In that case, after I finish practicing today, I’ll enroll in art school. I’ll come back with a new drawing for you, Dad.”

“Sure, Dad will wait and see.”

“Then, I’ll leave.” Khanin spoke up, stood up to his full height, and the young teenager handed the framed picture to Tarin’s close companion, who held the frame cloth with folded hands, turned slightly without moving away. His adorable face turned to give a wide smile to his father, bringing joy to his relieved heart before leaving with the trustworthy butler.

“What should we do with Young Prince Khanin’s picture? How should we proceed?” The person who was holding the frame, a large-sized cloth, turned to ask Prince Tarin in this room.

Tarin looked at the drawing and chuckled with a good-hearted feeling, before giving the command to create a grand atmosphere in this central hallway.

“Get someone to clean up the hallway and remove some of the pictures, contact the frame maker, get the most expensive golden frame, and I’ll put my son’s picture in that frame and hang it in the most prominent place.” The end of the sentence filled this central corridor with a sense of majesty.

…

The beginning of the day at Puchongpisut Palace was filled with a gloomy atmosphere as rain had been falling relentlessly since the evening. The low air pressure covered the entire area, and the surroundings were filled with a chilly air. The palace servant, who was in her working state, had a serious expression and dared not even speak lightly to avoid disturbing the solemnity of the palace owner.

Inside the working room, it was dark and eerie. Only the sound of fingers tapping on the expensive wooden table could be heard. The person sitting on the large chair had a tense posture. The heavy tapping sound grew louder and faster until it stopped abruptly when someone entered the room, showing respect with a courteous gesture.

“How are things, Sivakorn?” The cold and chilling voice carried a sense of unease to the listeners, but even so, the palace owner remained calm and composed.

“Young Prince Khanin has been training diligently, he hasn’t been going out for leisure like others claim. However, we don’t know who is instructing him. It is unknown and concealed, kept as a secret.”

Sivakorn’s report had successfully stirred up a sense of anger among the listeners. Rachata took a deep breath, attempting to control his emotions, before tapping his fingers on the wooden table again.

Everything had been going wrong since this morning, ever since Waseen came to visit, accompanied by the birdcage from Meenakarin Island, as always.

The relationship between him and his older brother, who held a centralist position in politics, had been controlled by Rachata throughout. Although it was not customary, he had helped his brother once, allowing those who didn’t think highly of anyone to meet Waseen. He wasn’t motivated by any considerations of benefits.

Someone like… Meenakarin seemed weak. What benefits could he provide, then?

Whenever they met, they often talked about trivial matters. Rachata liked Waseen because he was never malicious towards anyone, although he was annoyed that the other side always acted as a secondary figure in front of Atsawathewathin. However, Waseen had occasionally shown a semi-serious gesture when facing other people.

Waseen was a person with whom you could constantly find topics to chat about. Today would probably be like any other day, talking about meaningless things and then going separate ways to live their own lives. However, the problem arose when the other side brought up the topic of Atsawathewathin’s successor before Rachata’s emotions changed.

“I entrusted the birdcage to Uncle. That day, I met Khanin, and I was overwhelmed with anxiety. He seemed to be training hard all the time, unlike what others gossiped about. And how about our Ramil?” Waseen’s smile, mentioning Khanin today, looked delighted, with a bright face. However, what he said didn’t evoke any satisfaction from the listeners.

“No need to be afraid, don’t we all know… that Ramil’s constant exhaustion was due to Khanin’s announcement to buy the team, as intended at Puchongpisut Palace? Just pushing up the athletes’ prices, but in the end, he didn’t buy them.”

Evaa is scarier than Khanin. He doesn’t care much about that child, but the next sentence from the elder brother made Rachata rethink…

“Isn’t she scary? We know that it was because of Khanin’s statement that she managed to get rid of the people of Puchongpisut that were prepared. And that boy…”

“What do you mean, brother? The people now at the palace are the ones we had prepared, and that child…”

“Oh… I thought we had the same thought, I’m sorry. Maybe I misjudged and just guessed based on that person’s indifferent gaze. Just thinking casually about what reasons Khanin had to want the people from the Puchongpisut side to leave, but in the end, he easily let go, as if it had been planned.”

“…”

“Why are you doing that? If you don’t want to help Ramil win this competition, but the victory he achieved is in vain, expensive, and he almost exhausted himself.”

“…”

“If the final score is a tie after the practical competition, Khanin might win. Besides having the lowest management votes among the three teams, he also received sponsorship from Prince Kalavin… so that accounts for 30 percent? Used for the final verdict. Khanin is the only one who might score this high.”

“…”

“And in this way, Rachata, do you not think this nephew is scary anymore? I really admire Khanin. Even though he grew up elsewhere, he plans as well and sneakily as the current Sovereign King.”

The excited voice of Waseen still echoes in Rachata’s ears as he talks about Khanin, even though it’s been several hours, he still can’t get this crazy idea out of his head.

In the end, he had to call on Sivakorn for investigation. Rachata anxiously awaits the answer that contradicts the information he just conceived, but it seems that what Sivakorn reported aligns with everything Waseen has told.

Or did he underestimate this Khanin too much…

Initially, he thought it was just a naive child, always buying people without thinking about the consequences because he had just gained a large amount of money for the first time, and he might be overwhelmed by money but lacks management skills. Rachata smiled and thought that no matter what Ramil would not let that kid trample on his head, but now, after careful consideration, there seem to be some distorted points.

What he heard today made Rachata have to reanalyze everything about Khanin.

Including making an urgent decision to intervene and interfere. Although he knew very well how much his only son would hate this if he found out, Rachata had no choice.

The competition is approaching, and he doesn’t want to experience defeat for the second time in his life.

No matter what, this time he must be on the winning side.

Puchongpisut must be the victor.

“Go and investigate where it has been, what it has done with whom, find an opportunity when it is alone, and deal with it.” Rachata gave a sharp order, his low voice filled with threatening strength, his eyes filled with determination to uncover the secrets hidden deep inside his heart, until he accepted that he could do these dirty things without feeling ashamed.

“But recently, Young Prince Khanin has hardly been alone anywhere. Charan follows him everywhere.” Sivakorn spoke based on what he saw, it’s hard for Young Prince Khanin to be secluded during this time.

“If luring it out to be alone doesn’t work, then I have to go find it myself…”

“…”

“Having someone ready is enough, Sivakorn, don’t mess with him until you have to risk your life. Just don’t let him have a chance to enter the field on the actual day, that’s enough.”

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