WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 48: Penthouse
Daotok
We played games until the afternoon, took a break for lunch, and watched a movie together. When it was almost time for the doctors to finish, everyone excused themselves to leave. Not long after, the owner of the room returned, hands full of bags of snacks. He placed the bags on the table before coming up to the bed, leaning in to kiss my forehead gently.
“How are you?”
“Good, and why did you buy so many snacks?”
“Someone asked me to bring them.”
“Huh?”
“Must be some of my fans.”
“Oh.”
“You should be jealous.”
“No. It’s normal for fans to buy things for you.” I said directly, Arthit pouted looking disappointed.
“Can’t you be a little jealous?”
“No.”
“Just a little bit?”
“And can you eat all of this?”
“We’ll eat together, it’ll be gone soon.” He said while walking over to stand in front of the wardrobe, quickly taking off his shirt and pants, “Want to shower together?”
“Uh.”
“Are you still in pain? You said you were okay.”
“Why ask?”
“If I shouldn’t have asked, what else am I going to do?”
“Today, finally, I’ll really recover. I want to get back to work.”
“Yeah, you can rest today.” He said before taking off my shirt and shorts, carrying me to the bathroom where we sat and soaked in the tub as usual. I leaned back against his chest in the wide bathtub, the warm water gradually rising, the pleasant scent making me feel relaxed, “What did you do with North and the gang today?”
“Played games.”
“Just that?”
“Yeah.”
“Addicted to games, damn.” His strong arm loosely wrapped around my waist. I felt a slight catch in my breath when I noticed something hardening and pressing against my back, but I decided not to mention it.
“How was your day?” I asked back.
“Just went to a lecture, it was boring. Nothing much.”
“Oh.”
“Hey.”
“Hmm?”
“Boyfriend.”
“Uh.”
“Wife.”
“What?”
“You answer to every title, huh?”
“And what’s the conclusion on how to call me?”
“Just want to call you, I like it. Wife, wife, wife.” He called out with a cheerful tone, which made me smile affectionately, turning back to stroke the head of the big dog hugging me from behind, “Didn’t you say you’d call me something?”
“Did I say that?”
“At the mall, you said once we changed status, you’d call me that.”
“No, I’ll just call you boyfriend.”
“‘What did you call me?”
“Boyfriend.”
“Again, look at me when you say it.”
I turned back to look into his eyes again.
“Boyfriend.”
“Oh, my heart.” He hugged me tighter, burying his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder, then moved to kiss my cheek forcefully, pulling back and kissing again, over and over.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to kiss your cheek a hundred times a second.”
“Do you have to go that far?”
“That far, indeed.” He answered, “Oh, Fah said that soaking in warm water would help with your backside.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, so today, let’s soak for a bit longer, but the problem is I start getting turned on again when I get to hug you naked.”
“Be patient.”
“I know, but it’s really hard.”
“You could leave first. I can soak alone.”
“No way.” He insisted. We soaked in the warm water for a while before he got out. He washed and shampooed my hair without me asking, his clumsy movements making me feel endeared, “Does it hurt?”
“Uh, don’t use your nails.”
“Normally, I use my nails when I wash my hair.”
“Just a massage, that’s enough.”
“Oh, it’s like bathing a dog.”
“Have you ever done that?”
“Never, but I think it’s similar.” He answered while carefully shampooing my hair. I just sat in the tub, tilting my head back slightly over the edge for him to wash my hair.”
“What are you doing?” I asked when I felt him playing with shampoo foam on my head.
“Making an Ultraman hairstyle, super cool, can I take a picture?”
“Are you a kid? It’s time to rinse it off, you’ve washed it too long.” I said. He obediently rinsed the shampoo foam out, but the water from the showerhead went into my eyes along with some foam, stinging. I instinctively rubbed it out with my hand.
“Did it get in your eyes?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
“Give me the showerhead. I’ll wash it myself.”
“No, I’ll do it.”
“Ouch, water in my ears.”
“Hey, how did that happen?”
I looked at myself in the mirror with a calm demeanor as usual, with Arthit standing there blow-drying my hair. I sat still on the vanity chair, the force of his hand rubbing my scalp almost making me sway from the moment he used his nails to scrub while washing my hair, rinsing shampoo into my eyes and ears. Even when he was rubbing soap on me, he was being touchy.
It was obvious he had never done this before; some things were still clumsy. I was glad that during the times he showered me, I wasn’t fully conscious.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been good.
“Do you feel like you’re being physically assaulted?”
“Mm. My scalp hurts all over now.”
“Give a newbie a chance.”
“Actually, you don’t have to do it.”
“No worries, I want to do it.”
“I mean, it’s better if you don’t. I don’t even know if my scalp is scratched now, and my left eye is all red.” I said what I was thinking. He burst into loud laughter, running his hand through my hair to blow-dry it, making it stand up. I sighed at my reflection in the mirror.
“This style is cool, you should show your forehead.”
“…”
“I have some wax, want to try styling it?”
“‘It’s fine.”
“Hia, you went from cute to handsome with this.”
“Uh, do whatever you want.”
And then he started styling my hair with enthusiasm. Seeing my boyfriend so happy, I didn’t want to object. But the result was more funny than cool, he laughed so loudly that I looked at him with exasperation.
“Are you messing with me?”
“No, I was serious, I saw a video where they styled hair to look cool, something must have gone wrong.”
“My hair is all stiff now.” I frowned while touching my hair.
“Ha ha, damn, but it’s cute, man.”
“Sigh.”
“Really, even if you shaved your head, you’d still be cute to me.”
“Really?”
“Don’t you believe me? Try shaving it, and I’ll say you’re cute.”
“Uh, and what do we do now? It’s stiff all the way to the back of my ears.”
“It said to just run water over it, and it’ll come off.”
“Uh.”
Then he took a cloth, dampened it, and wiped my hair. After a while, all the wax was removed, and he blew my hair dry again.
“But the style from earlier was okay, I’ll style it for you when you go out.”
“It’s fine, but I’ve never seen Arthit style your hair.”
“Even without styling, I’m too handsome to resist, I’m afraid others will see it and have a heart attack.”
“Oh.”
“You’re not even arguing.”
“If you are happy, I’m okay with it.”
“I don’t style it because I don’t like it much, I prefer messing with my own hair.” He explained.
“Then why did you buy it?”
“Oh, uh…someone must have bought it for me.”
“Who?”
“It wasn’t Jaa, it must have been someone from before.”
“Oh, an ex-girlfriend.”
I said in a flat tone, looking up at the person standing beside me, “Did she buy a lot for you?”
“There were some who bought things for me, but I never asked for them.” He answered while putting the hair dryer away in a drawer, not looking my way, “Or if you’re not okay with it, I can throw them away. But I don’t really care; I don’t remember which items came from where.”
“Throw them away.”
“Huh?”
“Throw them all away, I’ll buy new ones for you.”
He turned to look at me, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
“I thought you wouldn’t be jealous, but you are jealous too.”
“Uh, using wax someone else bought to style my hair, you really deserve a hit.”
“Sorry, I didn’t think about it.” His voice softened, and he tossed the wax into the trash with precision, “Okay, I’ve thrown it away. Damn, who dared to buy it for me anyway, I shouldn’t have kept it. You’re not happy, right? I’ll find out who it was buying stuff for me.”
His words made me laugh unintentionally; I wasn’t really that angry. I just didn’t like the idea of him using something someone else had bought for him, but I understood that he probably didn’t think much about these things.
“Bend down.”
“Huh?”
“Bend down.” I said. He slowly bent closer. I grabbed his thick shoulder, leaned my face in, opened my mouth wide, and bit his shoulder hard.
“Why did you bite me?” He asked, surprised and puzzled, gently rubbing the bite mark I left.
“And why do you usually bite me?”
“To claim you.”
“Uh. Me too.”
…
Arthit
☀︎: Are you awake yet?
☀︎: I sent North to be with you.
☀︎: Has he arrived?
☀︎: Honeyyyy
☀︎: Replyyyy
I furrowed my brows in irritation when there was no reply to the messages I was waiting for, worrying if something was wrong. Then, another chat popped up instead.
Easter:, *sends picture Easter: Dao is asleep.
☀︎: Okay.
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I couldn’t help but smile when I saw the picture Hill sent me, showing Dao sound asleep on my bed. Though I felt a bit annoyed seeing him hugging Hill’s waist, he probably thought it was me.
“Fah.”
“What?”
“How can I make the butt pain go away quickly?”
“And why does it hurt?”
“Because I did too much,” I looked up, raising my eyebrows in response.
“Soak in warm water.”
“Really?”
“Uh.”
“Oh, okay, and how long will it take for the body to adjust?”
“Are you in a hurry? Why are you asking?” Fah looked up from the sheet in his hand, sounding a bit annoyed, “It takes some time, depends on the person.” “Oh, uh,” I nodded. I saw North had sent a message saying Dao was awake but still hadn’t replied to my messages. So, I guessed they must be playing games because if North was there, they would definitely end up playing. I opened the game app and indeed found they were online. After that, I received an invite to join the game.”
Playing the game was quite nerve-wracking for me; I knew I shouldn’t have gone after the tank, but my love for my wife made it impossible to hold back. I chased down and killed everyone who hurt my wife, damn it. After the game ended, I called Dao, and he said he was feeling okay, which relieved me somewhat. “Arthit.” Suddenly, there was a voice calling from behind. It was a female friend from the same faculty, but I couldn’t remember her name, just recognized her face.
“What’s up?”
“I just found out that you make music, it’s really good. I’ve subscribed to you already.”
“Oh, uh, thanks.”
“And the picture in the video, is that your boyfriend?”
“Yeah, isn’t he cute?”
“Uh, he’s cute.” the other paused slightly, “So you were showing off, huh? At first, I was talking with my friends about why you didn’t put your own picture up.
Ah, you were showing off your boyfriend.”
“That’s the intention.”
“Uh…okay. I’ll keep up with your work, I’m a fan now.”
“Yeah, cool, great.”
And then she walked away.
“Damn show-off.” Jo, sitting next to me, said, even though his eyes hadn’t left his own phone screen.
“Ha, your wife isn’t as cute as mine, don’t talk.”
“The cutest, for me, that’s enough.”
“But I want everyone to see my wife as cute.” I said, according to my thoughts, “Anyone who says my wife isn’t cute, I’ll go and shove their words back in their mouth one by one.”
“I hate showing off, damn it.” Jo said, shaking his head slightly, “Aren’t you jealous?”
“They can only look, right? They might think, “Oh, this guy is cute,” but too bad, he’s Arthit’s wife. I feel proud, like I’m the winner, like I’m above everyone else, haha. Those losers can only look.”
“Yeah, if you’re happy with it, then that’s good.”
“Hey, Jo.”
“What?”
“I have two hundred million on hand now, what can I do with it?”
“It’s up to you, you could even use it to wipe your ass.”
“I mean, can I invest it with you?”
“Invest with me for what?”
“Like stocks, you take it to make a profit and then share a percentage with me.” “…” Jo didn’t reply, just paused scrolling on his phone and looked up, “Two hundred?” he repeated. I nodded, “That’s doable, so how do you want to invest?” “I don’t know. I just thought buying a jet might not be practical since I won’t use it often, so I might as well invest it with you for fun, it’s better, and maybe I’ll even get more out of it. You wouldn’t mess it up, right?”
“You’ve got some sense.”
“Come on, you’re good at this, Johan. Oh, and have you guys shared my song?” I turned to ask the three of them, and they all answered that they had shared it already. “Is it good?” “It’s good,” Hill answered.
“Yeah, it’s good,” Fah replied.
“It’s probably good. I don’t really listen to music,” Jo said, “But North has been playing it on repeat until I’m annoyed, I can even sing along now.”
“Your wife has good taste.”
And then we sat around chatting, waiting for the professor, until the lecture was over and we went our separate ways. While leaving, there was a group of people waiting for me at the base of the building. As soon as I came down, they rushed to surround me. I was slightly surprised since this had never happened before, I glanced over to see the three of them waiting at a distance.
It turned out this group was my new fans who had come together because they liked my song. Many asked for autographs and brought lots of snacks, wanting to take photos as well, which I didn’t mind since I’m not one to be arrogant. Once everything was sorted, I could finally head back.
“Do you guys want some snacks?”
All three shook their heads slightly.
“Okay, I’ll eat them myself then, I’m going back, see you guys.”
“See you.”
I returned to the room with a big bag of snacks, opened the door to see Dao waiting on the bed. I set down the bag of snacks and went over to gently kiss his forehead.”
We showered together. I was really happy when Dao showed signs of jealousy over things others had bought for me. Honestly, I barely remembered them, but if Dao wanted me to throw them away, I would.
Because I couldn’t resist the cuteness in front of me. I ended up kissing him fiercely and savoring the moment for almost fifteen minutes before we moved to sit on the bed.
No matter how hard it was, I had to be as patient as possible. If Dao’s body could adjust, there wouldn’t be any issues, but not yet. Seeing, hugging, and touching his naked body aroused me, so I had to excuse myself to the bathroom to take care of it.
That night, we watched a movie until late and fell asleep together.
Finally, the day we had to move came. Dao seemed in a good mood and visibly excited. I had already arranged for our things to be packed. In the evening, I went to pick him up at the faculty.
“Are you hungry?”
“Not yet.”
“You look so excited. Since this morning.”
“Can you tell?” Dao turned to ask. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling affectionate.
“It’s totally obvious.” I said, “Want to go see our new place then?”
“Uh.”
I drove to the underground parking, took the elevator to the top floor where our penthouse was, and opened the door. I kept an eye on the reaction of the person beside me, and I couldn’t help but feel happy too.
“Wow.”
Dao said, looking around in awe. The top-floor penthouse of the condo, spacious and simply decorated in neutral tones. I followed the small figure to various areas, including the well-equipped kitchen, the large bathroom, and the bedroom with its huge windows offering views of the city below and the sky above.
“Do you like it?” I asked. Dao turned around, walked towards me, and hugged me. I returned the hug.
“Uh, I like it, I like it a lot, thank you.”
“If you like it, then it’s worth it.”
“Really?” Dao furrowed his brows slightly, looking away, “I feel like I’m taking advantage of you somehow.”
“Why?”
“Well, I haven’t paid a single baht.”
“So how will you split it with me?”
“Oh, no way, I don’t have enough savings.”
“Then pay your share like this instead,” I said before lifting Dao and laying him on the bed, pressing my lips to his thin ones, flicking my tongue around his sweet mouth. The familiar rhythm of kissing, Dao kissed back in sync and with great taste before we slowly undressed piece by piece.
Our first sex in this room on the much larger new bed, in the spacious bedroom beautifully decorated with large windows. I noticed that the person beneath me wasn’t at all used to this newness, still nervous and shy.
“What’s wrong?” I asked with concern, bending down to gently kiss his white cheek.
“Not used to the room.”
“You’ll get used to it soon.”
“Uh.”
Almost an hour spent on the bed, Dao lay face down, exhausted. I gently turned him over and carried him to soak and clean his body.
“It’s so spacious,” Dao said while I was wiping him down. Even though he said I didn’t need to do this, I wanted to anyway. Though I couldn’t control my strength well, when I shampooed his hair, a clump of his hair came out in my hand. My face turned pale at that moment, but I didn’t dare say anything, fearing a scolding, it was better to keep quiet.
“You mean the bathroom, right?”
“Uh. Just the bathroom is bigger than my bedroom at home.”
“Oh, yeah, and when will you take me to meet your family?”
“Do you want to go?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Wait until my dad and mom are free.”
“Okay,” I answered, dressing the small guy. I only wrapped myself with a towel and walked out, “Come here, you couldn’t even walk properly before, and you were taken to bed.”
“…”
I led him to the corner I had set up for Dao to paint, different from the work desk because this was for painting on large canvases and the like, with all the equipment ready.
“Wow. I’ve wanted something like this for a long time.’“
“Really? That’s fine, honestly, in this whole room, you can paint the walls or the ceiling, or you can put up your drawings, you can do whatever you want because I’ve already bought it.”
“…”
“Wow, you’ve gone quiet.”
“…I don’t know what to say.”
“Then come hug me.”
Dao moved closer and hugged me again. I reached out to hug him back, looking down to see him look up and try to stand on his tiptoes to kiss me.
“Bend down.”
“Huh?”
“Bend down a little.”
“What, jump up yourself.”
“What if our lips collide and break?”
“Haha.”
I chuckled a bit before slowly bending down to receive his kiss, gently pressing our lips together and pulling back slowly.
“Thank you, I love you.”
“Yeah, I love you too.” I said, raising my hand to gently stroke his head with affection. His big, shining eyes made me not want to look away, “Oh, and Cat’s condo is here too, I think John lives there.”
“Let’s go take a look.”
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