Denied Love

07.Doing Homework

It took over an hour for Praenarin to finish getting herself ready. She had to undo her hairstyle and take off the complicated wedding dress, which was difficult to put on and just as hard to remove. As she reached for the doorknob of the dressing room, she suddenly paused.

Her eyes had landed on a wedding ring identical to the one Khemjira wore.

Right now, that ring was on her own left ring finger. She took it off immediately—she didn’t want to wear the same ring as that woman.

"Sorry, Khem, but I don’t really love you."

She murmured to the ring, which had the engraved initials "P&K"—a combination of their names. After placing it inside her jewelry cabinet, Praenarin opened the door and stepped out.

However, she was surprised when she exited the bathroom. Someone else was lounging comfortably on the bed, wearing an extremely short nightgown that barely covered anything.

Was she deliberately dressing like this to tease her? But even if that was her intention, it wouldn’t work. Praenarin was strong-willed—there was no way she would sleep with someone she didn’t love.

"When did you take a shower?"

The clock read 10 p.m. The bedroom lights were partially dimmed, leaving only the warm glow of the downlights—the ones she liked to keep on when using her phone in bed. The atmosphere was the same as always, except for one thing: the bed was no longer hers alone.

"While you were showering, Khun Rin. Come sleep with me."

Praenarin blinked rapidly before hesitantly getting into bed, feeling slightly tense. This wasn’t the first time she had slept with another woman beside

her, but it was the first time that person had the status of being her spouse. "I was going to sleep here anyway. This is my bed."

But the moment she lay down, the other woman—who had been waiting for an opportunity—immediately reached over and switched off the remaining lights, leaving only the warm orange glow of the downlight hidden behind

the headboard.

Then, she slid closer, wrapping her arms tightly around Praenarin from behind, making it hard to breathe. And as if that wasn’t enough, she even dared to plant a kiss on her head.

"You smell so good."

"Hey! Why are you hugging me?"

Praenarin squirmed in the embrace, but the other woman, as strong as a giant, refused to let go. Instead, she leaned in even closer, whispering near her ear in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

"Why? Can’t Khem hug my own wife?"

Praenarin remained silent, not answering, but she didn’t resist either. What Khem asked was true. As her wife, she had every right to do anything a married couple would do—unless Praenarin truly refused. But right now, it hadn’t come to that point yet.

"My dear wife, tonight is our wedding night. Shouldn’t we do our

'homework' like any other married couple?"

Khem’s warm hands gently tightened around Praenarin's waist.

Praenarin's perfectly shaped lips pressed together slightly at the low voice whispering beside her ear. No matter how composed a woman was, she still had feelings. Normally, she would take care of herself from time to time, but now, Khemjira was sharing her bed.

If she played hard to get and refused to let things escalate between them, then neither of them would have the chance to find any release from their desires.

The older woman slowly turned on her side, her delicate oval face moving closer, aiming for a kiss, while she shifted her body halfway over Praenarin. But Praenarin wasn’t ready to let things go that far yet.

She placed her hand against Khem’s chest, pushing lightly, though her slender waist was already locked in Khem’s grip.

"Wait… earlier this evening, you stole a kiss from me."

"Well, the host asked, and so did the guests. Khem isn’t good at refusing people, so I just went along with it."

Khemjira replied with an infuriating smile, one that made Praenarin want to pinch her until her skin turned red.

"Liar..."

Khemjira chuckled at Praenarin's pouty expression. But instead of being annoyed, she found it endearing. After all, Praenarin really was as stubborn as people said. Even if no one had asked, Khemjira would have kissed her anyway—if only to remind her that she shouldn’t be thinking about anyone else.

"I’ll answer your question, dear."

Khemjira continued.

"Why do I like you, even though we’re twelve years apart?" "And what’s the reason?"

"Because you’re valuable, just like fine wine." Khem said.

"Wine… the longer it’s aged, the better it tastes. And the best wine should belong to someone who doesn’t even know how to drink it—someone like me."

"That’s strange. Shouldn’t fine wine be paired with an expert wine taster?"

"A wine taster might just admire its exquisite flavor. But for someone like me, who doesn’t know how to drink, even if this bottle of wine were to spoil one day, I would still think it tastes more precious and wonderful than ever."

The hands holding Praenarin's waist loosened slightly, and Khemjira gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The dim orange light cast a warm glow on her smooth, captivating face. Her entire body was soft, feminine in every way. Khemjira found it harder and harder to resist every time they got this close.

"Are all sapphics this sweet-tongued and poetic?"

The voice that spoke sounded unsteady. Praenarin turned her face away from the other woman’s smoldering gaze, feeling her heart race in a way she couldn't quite explain in this position.

"I don’t know about everyone else, but Khem is only sweet-talking you, Khun Rin."

The person on top of her gently cupped her cheek, making sure their eyes met. Praenarin's hands, which had been pushing against Khemjira’s chest, slowly lowered without her realizing it.

The next thing she knew, Khemjira’s beautiful face was leaning closer, closing the gap between them until only a few centimeters remained.

"Can I kiss you this time, my dear wife?"

Before she could respond, Khemjira's nose brushed against her cheek, inhaling her scent before pressing soft kisses along her neck. A hand slid down, squeezing her slender waist once again. The lack of resistance only encouraged Khemjira further—tonight, she was determined to claim her wife.

"Khem, don’t—"

Praenarin's voice trembled. Her eyelids fluttered shut as a familiar longing washed over her. But the more she resisted with words, the more her body betrayed her. She told Khemjira to stop, yet both her body and heart surrendered to the touch.

Khemjira nuzzled into her neck, sending waves of heat through her body. Then, she slowly pulled away, gazing at her with those deep, pleading eyes.

"Please, let me do my duty. I promise to do my best—to please you as much as I can."

She begged with such an affectionate expression that, despite not loving her, Praenarin found it hard to refuse. She knew herself well—she was easily swayed in matters like this.

Especially since it had been quite some time since she last indulged. If she just thought of it as Khemjira fulfilling her role as a 'wife', as a good

partner, then… she could give in.

"Just this once. I’m going to sleep after."

"Then tell me first—what kind of s*x do you like?"

The question made Praenarin pause. She wasn’t particularly picky, but if

she said she liked everything and Khemjira turned out to be into something extreme, what would she do?

"Gentle...No pain...Nothing too weird."

"Got it."

Khemjira smiled in satisfaction. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear

before cupping Praenarin's face and pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips

—just as requested. She gently nibbled at her lips, alternating between top and bottom, until Praenarin parted them slightly.

That was all the invitation Khemjira needed to deepen the kiss, tasting the warmth inside—along with the lingering hint of mint from toothpaste.

Her palms, damp with nervous sweat, slid over Praenarin's body through the smooth fabric of her clothes. Slowly, she traced downward, her fingers grazing the exposed skin of her inner thigh. Then, she lifted the hem of her dress, eager to explore further…

The smooth, delicate skin of her wife filled her hands completely.

The more passionate the kiss became, the more Khemjira felt their bodies pressing tightly together, rubbing against each other and growing warmer. Her beautiful eyes closed peacefully.

In this moment, as they kissed, everything around them seemed to stop, leaving only the sound of their racing hearts. Once she had stolen enough kisses to satisfy herself, she slowly pulled away without letting the other person realize, then trailed soft kisses down to the delicate curve of her neck, which carried a faint scent of soap.

Seeing her beautiful wife with her eyes closed in pleasure, her warm hands continued to caress her body, slowly and gently removing that barely-there nightgown. Khemjira didn’t know if she wore something like this to bed every night, but she was certain that if she did, there was no way she would be getting any sleep.

Feeling the cool air brush against her skin, Praenarin slowly opened her eyes, only to realize she was now bare before her wife. She placed her hand

on the bed and leaned in to look at her, giving her the feeling that she was about to be devoured by a beautiful-faced puppy.

“Khun Rin you are so beautiful... So beautiful that I can’t control myself,”

Khemjira praised the other person with a straightforward sentence. Her smooth hands caressed her beautiful breasts that were just the right size for her body, then she leaned down and used the tip of her nose to caress her pink n*****s before opening her mouth to bite them lightly, until she heard a satisfied moan in her throat.

Her face was beautiful, but her body under the cloth was even more dazzling. She was starting to envy those who had seen this flawless body. But even if those people didn’t see her value, it didn’t matter. But for her, Khun Rin was so valuable that words couldn’t describe it.

“Mmm… Khem.”

The tip of her tongue dragged the sweet cherry-colored green beans and alternated with light sucking on both the left and right sides. It created such a thrill that Praenarin had to lie down and breath heavily.

The sound of the mound of flesh slipping out of the vacuum mouth was soft, mixed with the sound of her body rubbing against the cloth, but it gave her a tingling sensation that she almost panicked.

The softness that the other person gave her was making her deep feelings aroused at the moment when her upper part was invaded with gentleness. The lower part also seemed to have a feeling of tightness, crying out for release.

“Ahh...”

The moment Khemjira separated her mouth from her breasts, Praenarin almost jumped. Khemjira dragged the tip of her tongue to lick her body like a puppy, from her breasts, through her flat stomach down to the lower,

before both of her hands caressed her body and grabbed her legs, spreading

them open and kissing them on the inside, causing her to flinch with a tingling sensation.

Khemjira dragged the tip of her nose and her legs, approaching the dangerous point and then moving further away as if teasing each other until she felt pain.

The pent-up feeling in her body was disturbed until her pulse was clearly beating there, before the beautiful face that was positioned in the middle of her legs slightly looked at each other.

"Khun Rin, you seem to want it a lot. Look, you can't stop moaning,"

Kemjira smiled knowingly. She lightly touched the tips of her fingers against her, feeling the growing desire, noticing the dreamy expression on her face and the slick liquid that was becoming quite moist in the area between the legs.

Even though her s****l experience was minimal, having never done it with anyone before, reaching this point already felt pretty sufficient.

"Please don't tease me."

Praenarin automatically spread her legs to signal that she should continue. Although she felt embarrassed, given that her husband had intoxicated her with such lust, it was not the time to play hard to get.

"Then, I'll do the important homework now. Prepare yourself well."

After finishing, she moved her face into the middle and pressed her tongue against the sensitive spot, indulging in pleasure until the heat pooled there.

Which only fuels the fire of desire, the young woman's palm grasped the blanket beside her, gripping and releasing in rhythm as her feelings plunged into a pit of bliss.

The warm lips caressed, licked, and sucked at her center, her body increasingly aching. She felt the heat within her body spilling over.

"Ah... there."

Every touch, the melody of love unfolds with tenderness, yet the feelings that return are so intense. Praenarin gasps, her body twisting with a fluttering sensation in her lower abdomen, her inner thighs clenching tightly until her beautiful hips begin to move, grinding rhythmically.

Her beautiful face began to bead with sweat, the glistening droplets covering her body, making her feel hot all over. However, the most pronounced sensation was the tingling of sensitive spots, extending all the way to the soles of her feet.

"Khem, I'm so horny..."

She reached out and grabbed her husband's hair, grinding her hips against her with abandon. She, focused on her duty as a husband, held her thighs tightly and dragged her tongue from the narrow entrance, slick with saliva and lubricant, up to the top without showing any sign of disgust, until she felt she could no longer endure the intense pleasure.

"Ah... If you... if you keep going, I'm going to finish,"

The hand that was gripping the other person's hair let go and switched to gripping her own hair instead. Praenarin's voice was filled with heavy breaths of physical pleasure.

The young woman moaned openly, pausing to show her partner just how pleasurable this was for her.

Until she started sucking and diving deeper into the pleasure, just a few seconds later, every muscle began to tense up, and her mind became hazy from reaching the sweet climax.

"Ah... Mmm, Khem,"

The slender body twitched a few times from the climax, the pleasure coursing through to the core of her body. The young woman closed her eyes, arching her body to receive the bliss.

Her delicate hands grabbed the bedspread beside her tightly, holding it for several seconds before slowly relaxing.

Everything came to a halt. Khemjira pulled her lips away from the beautiful path and smiled contentedly. In the moment of her greatest happiness, she still called her name,

"Khem..."

She had never liked her nickname, which was simply derived from her real name, as much as she did now.

The one still dressed in full pajamas wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then crawled up to straddle her wife, who was breathing heavily as if she had just run out of air.

She had been eyeing this sweet treat since they agreed to marry, plus the tender spot, she had a faint fragrance from the specific soap, making her

feel like she wanted to indulge in it multiple times more. If it could last all night, that would be even better.

"Do you like it?"

She pressed her lips together and didn't answer, but she knew very well what kind of behavior meant.

"But I like it. I like your body, Khun Rin. Can you please tell me if you like it? Did I do well?"

The young woman gently asked, wiping the sweat from her wife's hairline with the back of her hand. Unlike her usual haughty demeanor, her eyes, once sparkling with tears of joy, were now much softer.

"Good, very good.."

"Then let’s continue for another round... shall we, my dear wife?

Khemjira smiled with satisfaction. This time, she pulled away from the person beneath her and began to remove her own pajamas.

She knelt down in the middle between the beautiful legs of her lover, before sliding her fingers into the sweet love channel of her partner, who was calling for her once again, receiving a tight embrace from the inner love channel.

"Khem...it’s just one round, okay?” "Okay, just one more time,"

Khemjira promised. But to her, "one more time" could mean many times. Last night, he had given her permission, so she wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. She didn’t know if she would have another chance like this

tomorrow.

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The sound of the alarm clock rang. Praenarin, still lying under the blanket without any clothes on, groggily reached out to turn it off. The room was still dark, with thick curtains blocking the sunlight.

She squinted at the clock that dared to wake her up on a holiday morning. Then, in an instant, she sat up in shock—this wasn’t her usual wake-up time. It was already eleven o’clock!

"Huh?! Eleven o’clock?!"

Still not fully awake, she tried to recall why she was waking up so late. Then, flashes of last night's passionate wedding night came rushing back, making her blush deeply.

It was all Khemjira’s fault. She had no idea how late it was when Khemjira finally let her sleep. That energetic woman kept saying, "Just one more

time," again and again, without even counting how many times it actually was.

And now, she had already gotten out of bed, leaving Praenarin alone with the alarm clock that she was the one who set in the first place!

"That crazy wife… You’re not sleeping next to me tonight, that’s for sure!"

Praenarin glanced down at her bare body, feeling the cool air from the AC, then muttered about her wife before quickly getting up to take a shower and get dressed. Her father always had lunch at noon, and if she didn’t make it in time, he would definitely start asking questions.

She had no idea where the troublemaker from last night had disappeared to. But as soon as she walked into the dining room, she found out—both

Khemjira and her father were already sitting at the table, along with a few maids who were serving rice.

Trying to act natural, Praenarin casually sat down next to Khemjira. Her

father sat at the head of the table, leaving an empty seat beside him for her. "You must be really exhausted, Rin. Sleeping until almost noon like this," Her father commented.

Praenarin picked up her glass of water, but before she could even take a sip, she choked, flustered by his words. She coughed a few times, then hurriedly tried to explain, attempting to act normal—but only making herself look

more suspicious.

"I-It’s just a little… but it wasn’t noon! I woke up at eleven!"

"Your dad said you've never woken up later than nine, even on holidays. So, I made you wake up late for the first time, didn't I? I'm sorry."

The other person finally spoke up, but it seemed like Praenarin was getting even more flustered.

"You! Stop saying such embarrassing things right now!"

"Oh? But it's true, isn't it? You were busy preparing for your wedding with Khem all day, so you slept a lot last night because you were exhausted. Am I wrong?"

Khemjira raised an eyebrow with a smug look. Praenarin gritted her teeth and glared at her in frustration. Was she deliberately trying to embarrass her in front of everyone?

"Dad!"

"Alright, alright. I'm going to play golf today. You two can do whatever you want. And let me know when you plan to go on your honeymoon—I need to manage the company while you're away."

Wasin raised his hand to stop the argument, then got up from the dining table. He emphasized the honeymoon because, besides the conditions of their marriage, they had to act like a real married couple. And he was the one pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Once her father left the table, Praenarin turned sharply to glare at her so- called wife. Her eyes held a silent accusation, as if blaming her for almost turning their personal matter into public gossip.

While Khwanrin was clearing her father's dishes, "Khem, don't be annoying, or you'll regret it."

But instead of stopping, she just smirked and kept eating.

"It's Saturday. Why don't we go out? In the evening, I want to eat grilled barbecue. There's a couple's promotion going on—big discount!"

Khemjira beamed, her eyes nearly disappearing as she smiled. But Praenarin simply turned away, still annoyed about her earlier teasing.

"If you want to go, go by yourself. Or take Khwanrin. Why are you asking me?"

"It's a couple's promotion, so I have to go with my partner, right, P' Rin?"

Even though the words stung, Khwanrin knew her place. She smiled and nodded before quietly excusing herself, making sure not to leave any dishes out of place. Once, they had been so close. But people grow up, and with growth comes loss. She didn't hold any grudges—it was just how life worked.

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Now that they were alone in the dining room, Praenarin pinched her so- called wife's arm out of frustration. Khemjira yelped dramatically, even though the pinch was barely anything.

"Ow! That hurt! If your wife dies, you'll be a young widow, you know."

That made Praenarin’s head throb as if someone was poking her brain with a stick. And that someone was definitely the person sitting beside her.

"Even if you drop dead right here, I wouldn’t care."

"But I'm really good at... homework. Won't you love me just a little?" "No! No matter what, I will never love you. Never!"

Praenarin snapped, scowling. But the shameless troublemaker just leaned in closer, smirking. Then, in a low, teasing voice, she whispered into her ear,

"I'll be waiting... waiting for the day you love me with all your heart." "You're so annoying!"

Frustrated, Praenarin grabbed her plate and stood up, planning to eat on the other side of the room—away from her so she couldn't mess with her anymore.

But before she could take a step, the playful troublemaker spoke up loudly again, making her even more furious.

"But you didn’t seem annoyed last night, though." "Khem!"

Praenarin snapped, her voice sharp with real anger. Khemjira, who had been teasing her just for the thrill of it, flinched slightly. Seeing the serious expression on her wife's face, she finally realized she had pushed too far and decided to stop provoking her—for now.

"Okay, okay! I won’t say another word. My lips are sealed! Even if someone asks, I won’t tell. I’ll listen to my wife’s every command."

She made a motion as if zipping her lips shut, pretending to surrender. Finally, Praenarin’s fierce glare softened slightly. With her usual grace, she walked to the opposite seat and sat down, looking far more composed than she had just moments ago.

"If you're coming, then stop teasing me and just eat. Otherwise, go by yourself."

As Praenarin started eating, Khemjira focused on her meal too, stealing glances at her every now and then. A small, knowing smile crept onto her lips.

She wasn't really that cold. Khemjira knew that much. If Praenarin truly hated her, then last night wouldn't have happened.

Maybe. if they kept spending time together, if they kept getting closer,

then one day, she'd fall in love with her for real.

The thought made Khemjira giddy with excitement.

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Later, Khemjira dressed casually in a comfortable, youthful look, letting her shoulder-length hair fall naturally and pairing it with simple sneakers. In

contrast, Praenarin went all out, dressing elegantly as if they were heading to an important event.

Khemjira took the driver’s seat, while her beautiful wife sat beside her. They chose the nearest mall, so they could just walk around and enjoy their time together.

They could spend the day at the mall and go straight to the barbecue restaurant in the evening. Khemjira planned to take Praenarin out to get

some fresh air, and since a new movie had just come out—one that might be her type—it was a great excuse to spend more time together after their wedding.

"Shall we watch this one?"

Khemjira tapped on a movie title on the screen while Praenarin stood beside her, watching. The mall was busy, with people walking past them. She turned to ask her wife’s opinion, but instead of a simple answer, she got an annoyed frown and a dismissive tone in return.

"Just pick whatever you want. Why are you even asking me?"

"You shouldn’t frown so much. You're way too beautiful for that. Keep your pretty face happy, okay?"

Khemjira spoke sincerely, hoping to calm her down, and it seemed to work. Praenarin crossed her arms, pretending to look elsewhere, her voice softening a little.

"Am I really that beautiful?"

"Of course! You're so beautiful that I can't take my eyes off you. Especially under that dim orange light."

At that, Praenarin's stomach twisted uncomfortably. She knew exactly what Khemjira meant by dim orange light, and there was no way she was letting her bring up that memory again!

"Fine! This one! Just buy the tickets and get some popcorn."

She quickly pointed at a seat selection and walked off to wait, putting some distance between them. Sitting down, she sighed, grumbling in her head about how Khemjira had become even more shameless and annoying than before.