WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 47: Carry vs Tank
Daotok
He took me to shower and change after I insisted we wouldn’t continue, at least not immediately. At first, I thought my body had recovered, so I didn’t think much of it, but after we finished, my body was completely exhausted. The pain in my hips and back had multiplied.
It wouldn’t be right to say I was forcing myself, because I wanted to do it too…even though my body wasn’t cooperating.”
He applied medicine to the back passage, which helped alleviate some of the pain. Even though I didn’t touch it to check, I was sure it must be swollen because it hurt a lot.
He sat on the bed while I lay with my head on his lap, the familiar scent making me feel relaxed in a way I couldn’t describe. Just a little while and I felt exhausted to the point of almost falling asleep several times, even though I had just woken up in the afternoon. This level of tiredness and drowsiness was all because of him.
I held his thick hands, playing with them, feeling interested. Just being with him, I felt a happiness that I couldn’t express in words. I now understood what a safe love feels like.
Suddenly, I thought about a love that had failed before, with Khram; I hadn’t even given him a kiss. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him, but because I loved him, it was painful. With my nature of never doing things halfway, even with love, what he gave back was betrayal. That’s why with Khram, I couldn’t give everything to him because I knew in the end, I would be the one hurt.
But with Arthit, it’s completely different. I feel like I can trust this person with my heart, no matter what happens, my heart will be safe, and he will never make me sad.
“You’re quite extravagant.” I suddenly remarked.
“What?”
“Your palm lines.” I said, pressing my index finger on his palm and tracing down the spaces where there were no lines, “You can’t save money.”
“How can you tell?”
“Right here.”
“Can you really tell from this?”
“Grandma taught me, but I don’t remember it well.”
“If I get surgery to change my palm lines, will I be better at saving money?”
“I doubt it, it’s more about personality.”
“And you?” Arthit asked, taking my hand to look at it too, “What does this mean?”
“I’m good at saving money.”
“Did you say that yourself?”
“No. Look, I have this line here.” I explained, according to palmistry, pointing it out, “Arthit you don’t have it, but I do.”
“Oh. So you’re better at saving money than me, then.”
“Right. According to the palm lines.”
“‘Why do people save money anyway?” He asked, “If you earn it, you should spend it.”
“And what if there’s an emergency? If you have no savings?”
“Then you’re not rich enough. Look at my best friend, Johan, he’s so rich that his savings are just money he hasn’t spent yet.”
“Soon, when you become a world-famous artist, you’ll be rich.”
“You’re just flattering me.” He smiled, “Do you want an award or something?” “Uh.” He leaned in for a gentle kiss, lingering for a moment before pulling away.
I smiled back, starting to feel my eyelids getting heavy.
“If you’re tired, rest.”
“Uh, don’t do anything strange, okay?”
“Strange? Whatever I do with you, for me, it’s not strange at all.”
“…”
I didn’t respond, just slowly closed my eyes, falling asleep easily due to exhaustion and pain throughout my body.
I gradually woke up because I felt something moving behind me; the surroundings were pitch black. Then I realized a warm hand was touching the tip of my erection. I jolted awake, and it seemed the person behind me realized I was awake.
He nibbled on my earlobe gently, his warm, heavy breath caressing my cheeks. “…What are you doing?” I asked in a low voice, feeling his erection rubbing against my butt.
“I want…again.”
“Uh…vulgar, uh.” He reached out to grasp my sensitive part, touching it all over slowly, pressing and massaging the tip. My erection started to harden.
“I won’t put it in, you’re still in pain, I know.”
“Uh.”
I started to feel my stomach churn, my breath catching, my heart beating faster as his hot hand began to stroke me, the pleasure spreading throughout my lower back. My heart pounded even harder when his deep voice whispered in my ear, his other hand slowly taking out his sizable erection, rubbing it against my thighs, the heat making me almost melt.
“Uh…ah, uh, not so fast, uh!” I said when his hand stroking me was too quick. I, who had just woken up, couldn’t keep up with the pace.
“Uh…uh.” He turned my face to kiss me, our tongues entwining, the kiss growing more passionate, his tongue sweeping everywhere, biting my upper and lower lips.
Sucking on my tongue until my mind was about to wander again.
Even though we had just done it in the afternoon, and I was asleep at that, for heaven’s sake.
He used my thighs instead of penetrating because I was still in pain, starting to move his hips faster without warning. Of course, even if he wasn’t inside, I was still getting aroused, especially with him still using his hand on my front. We exchanged kisses passionately. Soon, I released, covering his hand with my love fluid, only a little coming out because I had climaxed so many times in the last few hours.
Our breaths merged. I could feel the friction between his erection and my thighs intensifying, our lower bodies making loud noises as they collided. His breathing became rapid with arousal, his thick hands roaming all over my body, squeezing my hips and chest, his fingers pressing and teasing my nipples, feeling good and arousing, making me inadvertently arch my chest.
I felt the large, hard, and hot erection moving between my thighs, so close to my back entrance that I couldn’t help but think:
I want him inside me so badly…
But I didn’t say anything because I knew my body wasn’t ready yet.
After nearly ten minutes, he released, spilling all over the inside of my thighs. We pulled away from the kiss. My lips and tongue felt numb, and I licked my wet lips slightly, looking at the sharp face just inches away, his eyes still full of desire as if to say no matter how much, it wouldn’t be enough.
“Why is it like this?”
“At first, it was just cuddling, but then it turned into arousal.”
“Oh.”
“Your expression says you want me to go in.”
“…Uh, but…I’m not ready yet.”
“Hurry up and heal, I’m dying to go inside you.”
I looked deep into those eyes with affection, leaning in for another kiss, my heart trembling.
Not just him.
It’s me too…equally addicted.
The sound of chatter in the room woke me up. I squinted against the bright sunlight seeping through the curtains, immediately furrowing my brows in surprise when I saw Ter sitting against the headboard next to me.
“Ter?”
“Awake now?”
I slowly pulled my arm back from where it had been around Ter’s waist, puzzled about what had happened.
“Why…”
After a while, Cat walked in carrying Mr. Jeon, followed by North.
“The doctors were called to the faculty, so Phii Arthit asked us to stay with you.” North answered, clarifying my confusion. I nodded slightly, taking Mr. Jeon into my arms, “I heard you can’t even get up yet.”
“Don’t tease Dao.” Ter responded immediately.”
“Did I tease you or something? I was just asking. When you came into the room, you even said, “Wow, Phii Arthit doesn’t go easy on our friend at all.’“
“No, I was just shocked, worried about Dao too.”
“And have they been here long?” I interjected to ask.
“Not long, maybe fifteen minutes.” Cat answered.
“Oh.”
“We’ve given food to Mr. Jeon, don’t worry.”
“Thanks, what time is it now?”
“Half past ten.”
“Oh.”
“Are you hungry?” Ter asked.
“Not too much, have you all eaten?”
“We’ve eaten, how’s you doing?”
“Me? Still a bit painful, but I’m okay.” I answered honestly without feeling embarrassed, but it was Ter and Cat who looked embarrassed instead. North was laughing.
“See, I told you he wouldn’t be embarrassed.” “What’s up?” I asked.
“Well, when Phii Arthit called me, he told us to come look after you a bit. He said you probably couldn’t get up, still in a lot of pain. I didn’t ask for the cause, thought it was obvious, huh? Just got out of the hospital and he’s not merciful to my friend at all, you bastard, your neck is all red.”
“Why aren’t you embarrassed but I am instead, damn it.” Ter raised his hand to cover his mouth, looked away, and burst into laughter.
“Cat, take care of Mr. Jeon for a bit.” I said, handing Mr. Jeon over to Cat to hold. I intended to go to the bathroom but when I moved, the pain shot through me, making me pause.
“What are you going to do?” North asked.
“Go to the bathroom.”
“Yeah, come, I’ll take you.”
“It’s fine.”
“‘Check your condition first, give me your arm.” North said, pulling one of my arms around his neck to help me up, “Can you walk like this?”
“I can, sorry for being heavy.”
“You’re not as heavy as Ter.”
“I’m not heavy.” Ter argued immediately.
“Who said you’re not, Phii Hill?” North asked while supporting me into the bathroom.
“Him.”
“Ha, actually, Phii Hill thinks you’re heavy too, he just doesn’t say it, thinking to himself, “Is this my wife or a pig, what the fuck, did you eat an elephant or something?”
“You’ve got a foul mouth.” Ter said, “Is it okay if you two go alone, do you need help?”
“I’ve got it.” North shouted while gently placing me to sit on the toilet. I looked up at North, who had his back turned, “You need to pee?”
“Working on it.”
“Push down, it’ll come out. It won’t be messy.”
“Uh, North.”
“What?”
“I feel weird, somehow, needing everyone to take care of me.”
“It’s no big deal. We’re free, and today, Arthit has nothing to do anyway.”
“Done.”
“Uh.” and North helped me back to sit on the bed as before.
“Hey, Dao. We listened to Phii Arthit’s song, shared it too. The picture of Dao in the video is so cute, and the song is amazing.” Cat said. I smiled broadly, happy, “Is this song written for you ?”
“Yeah.”
“Impressive.”
“He praises himself like that too.”
“Yeah, there’s no space left for others to praise him.”
“Have you listened yet?”
“How could I miss it? He even made me share it. But it’s really impressive, I admit it, he has a talent for this, we’ve known each other for years, and I’ve only just seen this talent now.” North said proudly, “The views are almost at a hundred thousand, right?”
“A hundred thousand.” Ter said, “Just checked.”
“Probably a hundred of those views are from me.” Cat said, “I like it, I really do.”
“When people found out that this song was made for his boyfriend, they went crazy opening Instagram, like, “Wow, the singer is super handsome, and his boyfriend is super cute,’“ Ter said while scrolling through the YouTube comments, “There are so many English comments, probably because Phii Arthit uses the name
Dylan, so they think it’s made by a foreigner.” “Yeah.” I nodded.
“Does he use his mother’s last name?” North asked. I nodded again in response, “The name sounds super cool, but damn, he’s annoying. From the outside, he looks cool, just don’t get to know him personally.” “Why?” Cat asked.
“He’s an asshole, that’s why. Hey, you haven’t eaten anything yet, should we order something to eat?”
“I bought some.” Ter said, walking over to pick up a bag with boxed meals and place it down, “I bought extra.”
“For Dao?”
“For if I get hungry, but you can have it.” “Won’t you get hungry?” I asked.
“It’s okay, it’ll be noon soon, we’ll order more then.”
“Okay, thanks.” I said, taking the boxed meal to eat on the bed.
“When are you moving to the new condo?”
“Hmm? Oh, I don’t know, but it seems like he wants to move soon.” “Moving is good, it’s a good idea. When I want to visit, I have to think twice because that haunted room is a mess.” North said, looking annoyed, “Honestly, I don’t feel good here at all, I get chills down my spine, can’t explain it.” “You exaggerate too much.” Cat said.
“Easy for someone who isn’t scared to say.”
“What should we do then? Just sitting around would be boring.”
“Play some games?”
“‘No way, I’m not playing with you.” Ter said immediately, not waiting for
North to finish his sentence, “You always insult me.”
“You suck.”
“I just don’t play often, teach me properly, and I’ll get better.”
“Fine, fine. I won’t insult you, I’ll carry the team myself.” North shrugged, taking out his phone, “Even if a ghost dives under the tank, I can carry, let’s go into the game. Is Phoon playing?”
“I’ll play, I’ve been secretly practicing, you’ll be amazed.”
“Come on then, I want to be amazed.”
And then the four of us entered the game, it was a mobile MOBA game that I often played with North and his friends. I don’t play as often with Ter and Cat. As everyone knows, my preferred roles are tank and support, North usually plays carry, and from what I’ve seen, Arthit is excellent at playing assassin or jungling. “I’ll jungle.” North declared, picking a jungle character, but it turned out to be the same one someone else had already chosen since the game requires five players, the fifth being a random player matched by the game, “Hey, you idiot, I can play carry, daring to steal my jungle? You better play well, or I’ll insult you.” “You’ve already called him an idiot, what should I play?” Ter asked, “What are you playing, Phoon?”
“I’ve been practicing mage.”
“Then I’ll play fighter.”
“Give me a tough tank, I want to stand there and shoot for a year.”
“Okay.”
And we started the game, it went on with all the usual chaos of people playing. “Wow, Phoon, you’ve really got me amazed, holy shit, you’ve got skill with every spell, I really want to play with you in person.”
“Oh, I made a mistake, give me a chance, can’t you?”
“Damn, Ter, why aren’t you in your lane? Do something useful instead of just standing there, I told you before, learn to be useful.”
“You said you wouldn’t insult me.”
“I said, I said.”
“Hey, he’s gone, now he’s running around.’“
“Damn, this jungle is trash, stealing my jungle like that, it’s died three times already. Seriously, is he a mole for the other team or what? And Phoon, you’re giving away kills too, are you being paid off or something, how much did you get to answer me right now?”
“Not me. He’s just playing dirty, here he comes again, damn, he’s doing it again.”
“Let’s defend together.” I said.
“Defend for me. Don’t bother defending Phoon, he’s useless, let him die alone. That’s right, this damn magic creep, who’s worse than a creep, please.” North’s words made the other two laugh.
“I have skills too, bro.”
“Why are your attacks so strong, North?”
“It’s my own skill, I hit hard no matter what I use, and why are your attacks so weak, Ter? What are you holding, a spear or a toothpick?” North complained, “Oh, what kind of item are you building, oh wow, you won’t get better unless you get hit, I’ve told you so many times not to build that armor.”
“Alright.”
And then we started the game, it went on with the usual chaos of gamers. “Wow, Phoon, I’m genuinely impressed, damn, you’ve got skills with every move, I really want to play with you.”
“Oh, come on, I made a mistake, give me a chance, can’t you?”
“Damn, Ter, why aren’t you in your lane, do something useful instead of just standing there, I told you to be useful.”
“You said no more scolding.”
“I said what I said.”
“Hey, he’s gone, keep running.”
“Damn, this jungle is trash, stealing my jungle like that, it’s died three times already. Seriously, is he a mole for the other team or what? And Phoon, you’re giving away kills too, are you being paid off or something, how much did you get to answer me right now?”
“Not me. He’s just playing dirty, here he comes again, damn, he’s doing it again.”
“Let’s defend together.” I said.
“Defend for me. Don’t bother defending Phoon, he’s useless, let him die alone. That’s right, this damn magic creep, who’s worse than a creep, please.” North’s words made the other two laugh.
“I have skills too, bro.”
“‘Why are your shots so strong, North?”
“It’s my character’s innate skill, I can deal heavy damage with anyone, and why are your hits so weak, Ter? Are you holding a spear or a toothpick?” North complained, “Wow, what items did you buy? Oh my, you never learn, I’ve told you so many times not to buy that armor.”
“When did I buy it? What should I do then? Should I sell it?”
“No need, leave it, sell it when you have enough money, idiot, even when you’re poor you want to sell items, Phoon, can you stand back, you throw your spells then run up to slap them, are you crazy? Shoot from a distance, damn it.” “Okay, okay, damn, I pressed by mistake, I’m playing with pros.”
“The only good thing is the ghost dive under the tank, no matter who picks the tank, they’re solid.”
“It’s my innate skill.”
“Good thing you’re the tank, when I let Ter tank, damn, is it a tank or jelly? So soft, one poke and you’re dead, and you’re an idiot when pushing.”
“He’s insulting me again, Phoon, he’s insulting me again.”
“He insults me too, Ter, be careful of the bottom jungle.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m retreating, there are too many, got like eight feet here.”
“Phipungto dive, get ready to push.”
“Okay.”
“My friend is the god of tanks. He absorbs so much damage, is he a person or a sanitary pad?”
“Why compare to a sanitary pad?” Ter laughed out loud, and finally, the game ended in victory, North had the highest score with the most kills and damage dealt. North is just your typical gaming addict, a keyboard warrior too, typing to taunt the opposing team, scolding teammates for playing badly, very aggressive, and he gets mad easily, but you have to admit his skills because he’s genuinely good.
North can play any position well, but he’s best at carry.
“The jungle is beyond saving, sigh, Hia, ghost dive, your husband is online.” “Huh? Really?” I said when I saw his ID online, so I invited him to join the game, North typed to ask him in the game chat.
Nrth.the god: Why are you playing, weren’t you supposed to be at the faculty?
Dy.cas: Waiting for the professor, and my wife didn’t reply to my messages, so I thought he might be playing games with you guys.
Nrth.the god: Oh, and what about Phii Jo?”
Dy.cas: Here I am, checking out some girl’s boobs.
Nrth.the, god: Tell Phii Jo to share with North too.
Nrth.the god: Just kidding, don’t actually tell him, lol.
Dy.cas: Damn, lol.
Nrth.the god: Let’s get into the game.
Dy.cas: Yeah, my wife, answer my chat too.
Dtk: ok
“You call him wife so openly.” North teased, “He’s been waiting for this moment for a long time, I think.”
After a while, we entered the game. We played as a team of five, with him taking his usual assassin role, replacing the not-so-great jungler from before. The game went smoothly without issues, but I noticed he was in my lane very often, to the point where Ter complained.
“Why doesn’t Phii Arthit come to my lane? The jungle on that side comes, but the jungle on my side doesn’t come at all.”
“Sticking with his wife even in the game, damn. No way, Ter’s about to die from being ganged up on, and still not helping his friend, damn. Someone type and tell him, go help Ter’s lane.” Dtk: Go help Ter’s lane.
I typed.
Dy.cas: I don’t mess with my friend’s wife.
“Damn buffalo.” North immediately cursed, laughing, “Damn, letting the offlane die like that, huh?”
“Isn’t he going to help me, really? Damn, look at this, he’s taking me down at the turret. No respect for the turret at all.” Ter started whining softly. I couldn’t help but let out a quiet sigh.
“This is what happens if you’re not the one I love, Ter.”
“Yeah.”
“Your husband’s crazy, damn ghost. Look at him, damn, my head hurts just as much as last time, thought playing would be relaxing.”
“Uh.” was all I could manage to reply, focusing on the game. He was really biased, that’s for sure, this would make the other lane suffer.
Dtk: Go to the top lane.
Dy.cas: When did I ever promise not to chase you away?
Dtk: …
“Sigh, my head hurts, turns out I have an idiot for an older brother, go help Ter then.”
“And what about you North?”
“I can solo.”
“Okay.”
And so I moved to the top lane with Ter. After a while, he came to help improve Ter’s lane. Then we engaged in a big fight, and I, as the tank, protected my teammates as expected, winning the fight but sacrificing the tank, which was worth it.
“Why is Phii Arthit chasing down their mage? Followed him right to their tower, what kind of grudge is that?”
“Their mage killed Dao earlier.” Ter said, and North burst out laughing again. “Damn, protecting even in the game, and I’ll say this, protecting others but not yourself, as a thin assassin, you go protect the tank, the tank will die in your place, ghost dive.”
“Sigh, we told him to retreat but he didn’t.” I said, feeling exasperated. Normally, he plays well without any issues, but today he’s playing very strangely, since when does an assassin tank damage a tank with such little health? Even though there was some complaining, in the end, he managed to lead the team to victory with his own bizarre strategies.
“I’m the carry, let me die, don’t help, just farm, and when you come out of the jungle, you only guard the tank, I don’t get it, I bet the other team is just as confused as we are.”
“But Phii Arthit is good, why did you say you’ve known him for years and never seen him show any skills? At least he’s good at games.”
“Yeah, I forgot, I’m surrounded by skilled players.” “Like us?” Ter asked.
“You dare to ask. I mean my engineering friends, they turned pro, that’s probably the ghost dive you said would change my life path.” North said, suddenly realizing it, looking excited, “From engineering to definitely becoming a world-class pro player.”
“Really, congratulations.”
“What’s the name of your team?” Ter asked.
“Engineering playing chickens.”
“You made that up, didn’t you?”
“Yep.’“
“I feel sorry for the teammates.”
“No one agrees, even Nao still complains about it to this day, but no one can come up with a better team name either. Now, every team we face is pissed at our team, damn engineering chicken fighters.”
“If it were me, would I be pissed too? You went around calling others chickens.”
“They are chickens, even when I want to lose, I still don’t lose, sigh.”
“You’re so self-absorbed.”
“Obviously.” North shrugged. Then I heard my phone beeping, so I searched for it for a while. Arthit was calling. I answered immediately.
(Why didn’t you reply to my chat?)
“We were playing the game together just now.”
(Before that.)
“I just woke up.”
(Oh, and how are you feeling?)
“Better now.”
(Good, I showered and applied medicine for you before I left.)
“Uh, and what are you doing now?”
(Waiting for the teacher, I should be free soon, probably can go back. Do you miss me?)
“Oh, and earlier, with the game…”
(Why? Are you ignoring my “miss you” too?)
“Well, Arthit’s assassin is just a small character, where’s the jungle to take on a tank?”
(Come on, you’re my wife, how can I let my wife die?)
“You can die, you’re a tank, the carry can’t die, why didn’t you help North?”
(Let the carry die, it’s pointless.)
“If North dies, the team loses damage, it’s a big disadvantage, North as the carry is more important.”
(Don’t tell me who’s more important, you’re the most important to me.)
“…”
(I didn’t even type to insult that bastard who killed you, so that’s good enough.)
“Sigh.”
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