Chapter 1 Hidden Love
"I love him. Oh God, I love him so much. From the very start to the absolute end, he's my first and my only."
"Ploooyy! Get up!"
Mom's yell echoed loud through the dim morning haze, the signal that the day was kicking off without mercy, and I had to haul ass to get ready for school. I snapped my eyes open, then bolted upright to shake off the fog, still half-trapped in that hazy dream mist.
Right where I was sitting, my panties felt soaked and sticky from the usual gush that hits when I'm lost in the heat, leftover from last night's orgasm, when my fingers danced wild between the slick folds of my pussy, imagining a thick cock thrusting deep until I was moaning alone in the dark of my room.
"Shit, gotta shower again? What if Mom finds out?" I muttered to myself, scratching my head even though it didn't itch at all.
I remembered last night crystal clear, when that craving crashed over me like an unstoppable wave, making it impossible to fight the urge even though I'd tried forcing myself to sleep. When it hits like that, I usually just give in to my secret ritual: bingeing blue movies full of huge hard cocks pounding slick pussies, or cracking open an adult novel while teasing my clit, rubbing it until my whole body shakes and the climax explodes, leaving a sticky puddle on the sheets.
"Come on, Ploy! You're gonna be late!" Mom's shout cut through my daze again, stabbing my ears like a sharp needle.
"Yeah, I'm showering now, Mom!" I lied quick, leaping out of bed.
"My God, Ploy! Showering* again? You're not even married, but you wash your hair every damn day. What the hell are you doing? Get a hobby, don't let those bad habits take over; they're gonna mess with that brain you should be using to study. Got it?" Mom's lecture poured out after spotting my wet hair for the umpteenth morning in a row, her voice a mix of worry and annoyance that was way too familiar.
"Sorry, Mom," I mumbled, dropping my head.
"Fine, go get ready for school!"
"Yeah," I shot back short and sweet, no extras.
At school, I plopped straight into the back row, firing up my favorite app to dive into an adult novel while waiting for the bell. I devoured line after line, picturing myself as the main chick, naked, legs spread wide, my pussy gaping wet and taking the long thrusts of dream guy's cock, his hips slamming in rhythm that made my tits bounce wild until warm cum flooded my womb in a scorching burst of bliss.
The writer's steamy scenes burned vivid in my mind, with all kinds of hot leads: sometimes a suited-up CEO pinning my pussy on the conference table, or a rough bad boy ripping my pants and shoving his raw cock in until I'm screaming in twisted pleasure; up to the idol story I was reading now, from some author who'd cast my fave celeb as the star, he'd lick my clit with that skilled tongue before plunging deep, making me grind on his lap like a greedy slut.
"You're soaked," someone whispered right in my ear, scaring the crap out of me, my heart pounding like a war drum.
I whipped around fast, wondering in my head: Who the hell is this guy? Just a plain tee with a Levi's jacket slung casual over one shoulder, why no uniform? He didn't look like he went here; so what was his deal crashing my class? Not bothering to dig deeper, I slammed the app shut in a flash and shoved my phone into my skirt pocket.
Then I twisted away to ditch him. But out of nowhere, he grabbed my wrist hard and said, "Embarrassed you got caught wet?"
"Who's wet?" I fired back sharp, yanking my hand free. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing my earlobe as he whispered, "Who knows? Looks like you," propping his hip against the desk next to me, arms crossed over his chest, that teasing smirk screaming trouble.
"Nope, nothing wet here. My clothes are bone dry," I played innocent, even though I knew exactly what he meant, my pussy flooding again, panties glued from the ache sparked by that damn book.
"That down there, yeah?" he teased, eyes dropping shameless to my skirt.
"Don't know you and you're already being a perv? Sex maniac much?" I snapped, voice pitching up a notch.
"Me? The real sex maniac's the one reading smutty novels first thing, getting all horny!" the guy shot back with that cocky edge, grinning wide like a starving wolf.
"Were you creeping over my shoulder, reading along? So bold!" I said, then smacked his shoulder lightly, a few times, enough to vent the irritation.
He grabbed my hand tight, locking eyes deep as he whispered again, "Go wipe down first." My eyes went saucer-wide, and I smacked him harder. "Who even are you? Bugging me first thing. And such a perv!"
"Ow," he yelped, covering his shoulder with his hand, even though my hits weren't that brutal.
"Hey, stop, stop, stop! Ploy, quit it, no!" Suddenly, my classmate Nidnoy swooped in. She broke us up, yanking the guy's arm and dragging him away from me, her glare pure fire.
"Her boyfriend maybe," I muttered under my breath, then bolted to the bathroom to clean up, dabbing my soaked pussy dry with tissue, feeling the lingering throb of that heat tease me, before heading back to class and half-assing the lessons. When break hit, Nidnoy stormed over, grabbing my arm and hauling me to the class corner like a wrestler gearing up for a fight.
"You're such a thirsty bitch!" she barked, shoving my left shoulder hard.
"What the hell! Pushing me around, calling me thirsty again? You're nuts!?" I shoved back, not backing down.
"What were you doing flirting with that guy? No other dudes around? Itching for it? Want me to scratch? Here, where, lemme get it?" Nidnoy snarled, lunging like she was gonna hike up my skirt, all mock threat.
"What're you even talking about? Make sense!" I ditched her, too over it to deal, storming out of the corner quick.
Nidnoy was the classmate I'd hated forever. Back in freshman year, I'd gotten close to this senior named Arthit from the junior class. Big Bro Arthit made his crush on me obvious, and his smooth sweet vibe started pulling me in more and more. But Noy kept cockblocking us, claiming she liked him too, even though it was total BS just to sabotage.
Every time Arthit swung by the class to chat me up, there was Nidnoy butting in with her fake-cutesy lines. When he'd text me, she'd snoop my phone, snatch it, and reply the text as me. Even our secret meetups off-campus? She'd sniff them out somehow, stalking like a ghost, and tail us on the down-low. It creeped me out so bad that I finally snapped, calling her a 'pick-me girl' right to her face in front of everyone, so the whole crew knew how annoying she was.
Nidnoy got butthurt deep, and from then on, she ghosted our so-called friendship, ramping up the sabotage on me and Arthit, sending fake texts from my account that I don't know how she can hacked me but shit happens, made me look like a cheap hookup, or trash-talking behind my back that I rubbed my pussy on any guy's lap for fun. Too lazy for drama, I tried ignoring it; our 'friendship' was always surface-level anyway, fragile as hell.
But what boiled my blood was when Noy tried flipping Arthit to her side by dragging my name through the mud, painting me as some easy slut in front of him, like I was a whore spreading my legs for every dick that passed, sucking cock for pocket cash or fake attention.
I heard it straight from Arthit himself. We'd grabbed lunch at the cafeteria like usual, but he was dodging me with lame excuses, eyes sliding away, hands glued to his phone. Sensing the vibe shift from his sudden ice-out, I hit him direct: "Bro, why you avoiding me? If I said something wrong, what'd I do? Don't pull this."
"I'm just steering clear of cheap, gold-digging girls. Sorry," he said flat, his voice like a dull knife dragging slow.
"Who you talking about? Me?" I asked, voice starting to shake.
"Who else? Got another girl here?" he sniped back.
"But what do you mean 'cheap'? If you wanna chase other chicks, fine, just don't spread bullshit about me like this!" I yelled, wiping hot tears that hit instant, burning my cheeks.
"Whatever, I know you just use up all the guys here to swarm you like flies on trash, right?" he kept going, dripping disdain.
"You're rambling nonsense, I don't get what you're even saying," I choked out, throat raw.
"Come on, Ploy! You know exactly. Noy's spilled it all, the mask you've been hiding behind. Almost fell for your shady tricks; good thing she warned me and a few others quick, so we don't get too close. Otherwise, it'd be my wallet drained, and my 'samurai' too, my cock you'd suck dry for your greedy kicks." Whatever, we're done here. No more hunting after this, 'kay?" Out of nowhere, my hand flew, slapping his cheek hard enough for the crack to echo, then I stormed off to find Nidnoy and cussed her out in the hallway: "What the fuck you telling lies about me and Arthit? Looking for enemies?"
"Yeah, I'm sick of your fake-pretty face. Mirror check! Everyone hates you, no one wants to be friends. Acting all graceful, all smart. Guys here only hit you up for that so-called hot face, but for me really it's rotten, same as those hormone-bloated tits you always push out even without tight tops, not 'cause they actually like you. Slut!"
I couldn't take her poison spit, so I swung a fist at her cheek, gasping out, "Asshole! So what was the point of pretending to be my friend? Just to dump all this on me?"
"Yeah, so what? Don't like it? Lucky I even bothered, you'd have zero friends without me," Nidnoy flipped her hair all superior, then turned and left me frozen alone in the hall, hot tears streaming.
Since then, we've been sworn enemies, and I've started keeping everyone at arm's length, up to now, no one's pushed for real closeness 'cause I'm too over responding, too burned by the betrayal. Lesson from Nidnoy: when anyone invites me in, I stay surface. Scared shitless it'll replay, leaving me shamed like some body-bargaining whore, spreading my pussy wide for any cock, milking my looks, which are really just a curse to me.
Then bam, today this random guy pops up trying to get close, and Nidnoy yanking his arm like she owns him. Figured he was her boyfriend or crush, that's why she flipped seeing me with a dude, probably scared I'd 'steal' him again with my charm.
After classes wrapped, I geared up to head home. My place wasn't far from school; walking took like fifteen minutes, cutting through that shady path lined with thick trees. But halfway, this flirty whistle hit from behind, playful tune, looping like a wild call. I tried ignoring it, but he kept whistling, teasing closer. Rage exploded, and I spun around fast. But when I did, I froze, blurting out,
"You?"
*
In Thailand or other the Islamic practice in predominant muslim area requiring a full-body ritual purification bath (known as ghusl, specifically ghusl al-janabah for impurity from ejaculation, including masturbation) that involves washing the entire body, including the hair and ensuring water reaches the scalp is followed by the country's Muslim community. This is a standard obligation in Sunni Islam (which is predominant among Thai Muslims) to restore ritual purity before prayer or other acts of worship.
Thailand's Muslims (about 5-6% of the population) are mostly concentrated in the four southernmost provinces bordering Malaysia, where they form a majority and Islamic customs like ghusl are commonly observed in daily life:
Pattani (over 98% Muslim): A coastal province known for its strong Malay-Muslim culture, mosques, and adherence to Sharia-influenced practices.
Yala (over 90% Muslim): Inland with vibrant Islamic education centers where religious rules like ghusl are taught and practiced.
Narathiwat (over 80% Muslim): Features many traditional Muslim villages and is home to conservative communities emphasizing ritual purity.
Satun (over 80% Muslim): More rural and less conflict-affected, with a focus on coastal fishing communities that integrate Islamic hygiene rituals.
And the story of this novel are based in fictional location in Yala mixed Pattani but not accurately potrays the people or the area because this story are 100% fictions with some of part based on real locations.
