Denied Love

09.Being an Outstanding Student

Feeling this way, how could she escape? She still had to accept her, but as a partner, of course. Praenarin placed both hands on the other person's shoulders and gently pushed away. The person who was enjoying their closeness raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Why?"

"Khem. Just because I let you doesn't mean I love you."

"I understand, but you should also know that everything I do, I do out of love... Please."

Praenarin didn't speak up, but she allowed it by grabbing the other person's neck and pulling them in for a kiss. Her beautiful lips were nibbled again and again, the soft tongue twirling and teasing until it became heated.

The tall figure slowly leaned down, laying on top of her, but that only made her feel more comfortable. Warm hands stroked the slender legs beneath the fabric, reaching the curves of her hips and moving up to squeeze gently.

Praenarin felt the intense desire of the other person. The tighter they pressed between her legs, the more their bodies became intertwined.

"Hmm.." Praenarin moaned softly.

Because she was afraid her wife wouldn't be able to breathe, Khemjira pulled away from the kiss and softly kissed her delicate neck before trailing down to her smooth shoulder and gently tugging at the thin straps of her

outfit without taking it off, before encountering the two beautiful breasts that greeted the air.

She wasn't wearing bra while sleeping, which made it easier for her to do her homework.

"I've finished the first task, can I move on to the second one?"

A sweet, gentle voice rose beside her ear and then quieted. Praenarin closed her eyes, biting her own lip as her wife's warm mouth claimed her breasts. Her beautiful lips alternated sucking on both sides, creating a fluttering sensation in her stomach.

The free hand began to lift her pajamas, sliding up her thighs, and slowly pulling her underwear down, until she realized the long fingers of her wife were rubbing and teasing her sensitive spot.

The tingling sensation raced from top to bottom, the warmth from inside indicating that her body was beginning to respond to the arousal. The blood was pumping stronger within her, making her feel hot all over.

"Khem,"

Praenrin looked down at the action and gently stroked her wife's head. She called her name in a breathy tone that she could hardly control, and the lips that were busy pleasuring her slowly pulled away before leaning in to

whisper in her ear again. "Why?"

Khemjira asked as her fingers moved away from her soft petals and unfastened the little barrier for convenience in doing homework. She willingly cooperated.

"What does that mean? Calling Khem like this, do you want Khem to stop or continue?"

Her long fingers gently pressed on her sensitive spot again, then caressed the moist liquid that she had produced, circling it until she could see the

glistening, satisfied look in her eyes. "Please continue... I feel good."

Praenarin was being pushed into the depths of an emotional storm, her beautiful hips rising to meet her wife's fingertips on her sensitive spot. The wave of heat began at her core, spreading throughout her body until she had to curl her toes.

"Where?" "Down there." "Is it here?"

Khemjira smiled and slowly dragged her fingertip from the swollen earlobe down to the mouth of love. She gently inserted her finger into the soft,

elastic cavity, until she could see the other person's slightly grimaced face. "Is this how it is?"

She asked with a sweet, intoxicating tone. Then she leaned down to suck and nibble on the soft pinkish-brown n****e with her tongue, while her

delicate fingers brushed against the tender petals, teasingly rubbing against sensitive spots.

Praenarin raised her face, closed her eyes, and moaned softly. Her left hand lifted to hold her temples, while her right hand dug into her wife's shoulder. The sound of wet skin creaking occasionally slipped out as the other person's wrist moved more frequently, sending a hollow sensation down to her stomach.

"Ah... harder, harder,"

She urged, and with that, Khemjira pulled her delicate lips away from the beautiful bosom and quickened her pace. The fluid that flowed back out soaked her palms and the slender body that writhed restlessly, causing her lower half to ache and crave release as well.

"Ah... Khem, it's almost over "

Praenarin's eyes glistened with bliss. Her hips lifted, floating to the rhythm of the other party in the final moment.

"Ah.. Ah!"

Praenarin let out a long moan in the moment of climax. Her lower body trembled intensely, her body feeling light yet tense for several seconds. Khemjira quickly pulled her wife into an embrace, but her beautiful lips once again sought to claim her beautiful breasts.

Even though Praenarin had already reached her climax, the other party continued to move her fingers. The tips of her toes dug into the bed, her beautiful chest arched against the soft tongue. Praenarin's hand grabbed a handful of her wife's hair, tugging it to release the tingling sensation within.

"Kh. Khem, I'm done. Why won't you stop?"

The body, drenched in sweat, writhed as if on the verge of losing sanity. The young woman moaned incomprehensibly as the internal craving began to build up again, feeling other fluids being expelled more than before.

"Ugh, I can't take it anymore. Stop, stop moving,"

She moan, but the other person didn't listen. Khemjira continued to thrust her long fingers against the sensitive spot inside repeatedly, until the soft walls began to tighten and convulse again in less than a minute.

"Ah. "

And then everything stopped. It was the second time that Praenarin felt a shiver run through her body, leaving her weak.

"Why? Did it feel so intense that it made you cry?"

Seeing the tears welling up in the lower part of her tense body, Khemjira laughed affectionately. She stopped her hands before slowly withdrawing

them from the warm, soft love nest that was currently being nibbled on, and leaned her body over her slender form.

Even though she felt a sting where she had dug her nails in, it didn't diminish her feelings as much as the look of pure happiness in her eyes.

"Dear wife, do you know how kissable you are at times like this?" "It feels so good, it feels so good,"

Praenarin wiped her tears and replied with a trembling voice. The

passionate yet gentle touch of Khemjira made her feel extremely happy, ten times happier than doing it herself. She couldn't withdraw from that feeling at all.

"I'm glad you like it. One more round, please."

Khemjira leaned down and gently held her wife's cheek, then placed her palm to caress her flat abdomen down to her sensitive spot, resuming their intimate activities once more.

From that day on, she started to figure out how to kiss properly. This time, she slipped her fingers into the love nest that was perfectly ready.

She pressed her lips together, passionately kissing her wife's upper and lower lips with increasing intensity, causing her to moan deeper in her throat.

Praenarin allowed the other party to act because the emotions surged to a peak. The lower part felt a strange pleasure as if it were being pinched.

When the other party pulled away from the kiss and dragged their nose down to the neck, the person who was shivering all over release it naturally.

Time and time again, those wicked fingers pressed harshly against a crucial spot, making the young woman gasp and tremble. Her beautiful hips moved in rhythm, her feet pressing down on the mattress as she moaned shamelessly.

Tension gathered at her most sensitive point, her beautiful face tossing from side to side a few times before the muscles in her pelvis tensed and twitched in release.

"Ah! K...Khem, I came..."

Praenarin clung to the other's body, pulling her into an embrace. Her slender legs trembled, her lower body burning with heat-an ecstasy that was both blissful and agonizing.

"Do you like it?"

Her wife asked. Praenarin nodded, her eyes glistening with tears of pleasure. Khemjira pulled away and started undressing herself.

"More."

Praenarin swallowed hard as she took in the sight of her wife's full, ample chest. Those breasts were much larger than hers-perfectly shaped with a soft pink hue. Her navel ran in a vertical line, and her abdomen displayed faint lines of well-defined muscles, just normal shape but still strikingly attractive. Overall, Khemjira had the body of a model, which was why Praenarin always thought of her that way.

"What are you staring at?" "Nothing."

The moment she was caught, she quickly averted her gaze. But the

energetic young woman didn't let it slide-she moved closer, intertwining their legs and pressing their sensitive areas together.

The moment their bodies touched, a shiver ran through Praenarin, her heartbeat pounding as if a gentle electric current had just jolted her. It was yet another time she found herself feeling the delicate part of Khemjira, just like before.

"More? But I've already come three times."

She protested, not knowing how far Khemjira intended to take this. But at the same time, she couldn't ignore the rising desire building up again.

"But I haven't even once,"

Khemjira replied with a straight face.

She gently held onto Praenarin's slender legs, pressing her own against her, rubbing them together so their sensitive spots met. Praenarin couldn't resist- not when Khemjira was making those aroused expressions that turned her on so much. How could she possibly close homework notebook and go to sleep now?

"Ah, that's so exciting. Do you feel the same, Khun Rin?" "Again, I'm getting excited. Move a little harder."

When requested, Khemjira complied. She supported the slender body to lean against the large pillow and adjusted the position again for better comfort. Her wife's beautiful legs were slightly raised, and their lovely hips pressed tightly against each other, igniting a passionate connection that rubbed against each other repeatedly until it almost caught fire.

Praenarin's right hand pressed against the bed beside her, while the other helped support her leg. But the overwhelming pleasure, so intense it made her core ache, weakened her limbs.

However, her hips moved rhythmically in perfect sync. Her beautiful face contorted in a way she couldn't control, and her toes tingled so much she had to curl them.

"Again, Khem. it feels so good, I'm going to finish again."

"It's done, my good girl."

Khemjira said with a trembling voice due to the tingling sensation. Both hands held her lover's slender waist and rubbed her sensitive spot until she saw the other person's body turn a rosy pink.

"Ugh, Khem, I can't take it anymore. I... ah."

Even the one who played the role of the victim, closing her eyes and moaning softly, had her bones broken in a few places. Hence, Khemjira pressed her youthful body against the same spot of her wife tightly before they both reached climax together.

"Ah, it's so exciting. Khun Rin's body is so warm. I want to stay like this forever."

Khemjira's legs went weak, feeling more intense than secretly doing it alone late at night. But finishing together with a loved one just once is still not enough.

The slender arms placed the other person's thighs down, then leaned forward with hands on the bed. Seeing her rub her small belly, her face flushed, and she couldn't help but feel affectionate. Her beautiful girl had already finished four times tonight.

"I can't... take it out."

"Why? It's nice and warm." "But I'm tired."

The tall figure finally pulled away. Khemjira spread her wife's beautiful legs apart and sat down in the middle. Then, standing, she gently massaged her wife's beautiful breasts. Praenarin didn't stop her, but was breathing heavily, staring at her chest quietly as if deep in thought. The one being watched smirked slyly.

"If that position is too soft, then let's switch to this one instead."

The palm glided from the wife's breasts, through the nightgown that had slipped down to her stomach, and then down to the beautiful valley of desire. The long fingers parted the lovely petals and slipped into the warm love channel, thrusting gently once more.

"Ugh... Khem, I just finished,"

The slender figure twisted her body in discomfort, reaching out to touch the other person's hand but not stopping her in any way. Before the outstretched hand could be stopped, the other person grabbed it and placed it at the base of her own thigh instead.

"Because Khem loves you. Khem wants you to be very happy."

Khemjira leaned her body closer, pressing her lips onto the soft mound. She entwined her hair with it, along with her fingers slipping in and out of the slick love nest. The person beneath her raised their hands to wrap around

her neck, moaning in a pleasing tone.

A few minutes later, the one who willingly played the receiver groaned deeply in their throat and twitched again, signaling that they were done. For Praenarin, this was a long time, but for Khemjira, it was a delightful time.

"Again,"

Praenarin's tears streamed down her face from overwhelming happiness. This was the fifth time, the fifth time she had found the happiness she longed for.

Khemjira withdrew her hand and bent down to use her tongue to lick the beautiful nectar that was glistening with natural sweetness until it hardened against her tongue.

Praenarin, who was repeatedly aroused and could no longer bear it, could do nothing but writhe and moan to release her pent-up desire.

The wicked tip of the tongue licked the soft petals until they glistened and alternated to suck and nibble, driving her to a tingling, throbbing sensation in her lower body, as if her sensitive spots were about to melt away with the alluring touch.

"Ah, Khem, I can't take it anymore. It's so intense, so intense."

The embarrassing sound echoed throughout the room. The slender body writhed away from the warm tongue, but the person whose face was nestled

between her thighs held her legs tightly. With no way to escape, her hands pulled away the blanket that was piled beside her instead.

"Ugh. I can't take it anymore."

The tingling sensation kept attacking relentlessly until the slender body gasped for breath, trembling. After a few seconds, the beautiful figure arched back, convulsing and tensing for several seconds. Although it was a brief moment, the feeling was more intense than ever. Breathless, it felt like millions of butterflies were fluttering in the stomach. Praenarin's tears of joy flowed once more.

She has never felt this good before. The slender body lies sprawled on the bed, completely exhausted.

This is the sixth time. the sixth time for tonight.

Realizing that she might have gone too far, Khemjira pulled away, wiped her mouth that was smeared with clear lubricant, and then moved up to her partner. She let the one who had just reached the shore relax a bit.

With her long fingers, she tucked the other person's hair behind their ear, wiped the beads of sweat that had formed on their face, and then leaned in to whisper sweet nothings.

"I loves you, Khun Rin. I loves you the most, Khun Rin."

Then she pressed her lips gently against the person beneath her, a final service that might not be the last.

"Do you like it?" "Like."

The gentle voice that came out still sounded shaky, so Khemjira leaned down to speak next to her lover's ear with a soft, deep voice once again.

"Then let's continue for another round, shall we?"

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Praenarin woke up to the sound of her phone alarm, which always rang at the same time every day. The young woman reached out to turn it off and

opened her eyes to the ceiling. The room was still dark and cool because the blackout curtains were still tightly closed.

It was now six-thirty. She usually woke up at this time because when she finished everything and set off, she would arrive at the office by nine o'clock.

The beautiful face showed slight signs of fatigue. Looking for the person who slept beside her, she found the space empty. Khemjira was always like this. She often woke up early and did things quietly, then left for work

before anyone else. She acted like an outstanding employee both in front of and behind the CEO like her, even though they had gone to bed together last night because...

"Do you like it?" "Like"

"Then let's continue for another round, shall we?"

One more round that doesn't mean just one round.

When she thought about what happened the night before she went to bed, the young woman instinctively squeezed her own leg and covered her face

with her hands. That energetic girl bullied her by stuffing her with so much happiness that it overflowed.

As for her, she could never refuse such things. If this continues, something bad will definitely happen. So, she has to do something.

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At exactly nine o'clock at 124 KT Design Company

The sound of high heels echoed through the hallway. As soon as Praenarin arrived, the young woman was immediately pulled into her office because she had a meeting at ten in the morning with the board of directors.

Having expended a lot of energy the night before and needing to wake up early again, she felt an extra craving for sugar today, even though consuming too much might make her sleepy.

"Boss..."

As soon as her personal secretary spoke, the slender woman stopped walking, raised a finger as if to signal "wait," and immediately cut in.

"Khun Mai, I'd like a sweet coffee, please."

Then, without waiting to hear what her secretary wanted to say, she hurried straight into her office to get ready for the meeting.

Click...

"You're here already?" "Dad! You scared me!"

The moment she opened the door, the person sitting in her chair spun around to greet her, making her jump. Her father always showed up like a ghost. Pranarin placed a hand on her chest to calm down before setting her things on the table.

"Why are you here? Isn't the board meeting at ten?"

Thinking he was there to talk about the meeting, she quickly reminded him of the time. They both had their own work—she drove herself, while he had

a driver. And unlike her, he could leave early.

As the company chairman, once he finished his meeting with her, the CEO, he could relax. Meanwhile, she was stuck dealing with board meetings, strategies, and everything else. Sometimes, it really felt like too much work for her salary.

"What's wrong? You look tired. Did you stay up late? You have a big meeting today—why didn’t you go to bed early?"

She touched her own face lightly. Could he really tell she was sleep- deprived after just one late night? Worried that he might figure out she had been secretly with Khemjira, she quickly changed the subject to stop him from overthinking.

"I just watched a series for a little while. The sapphic series is very popular these days."

Wasin could tell. The middle-aged man smiled and stood up, offering the chair to the lady of the house.

"I just wanted to ask you something. You told me that there are rumors in

our company about who is the CEO's husband. I want to know if Khun Kiri visits here often."

The young woman paused. Rumors? About the CEO? Why didn't she know about this? Did Khun Mathuros keep the news from her?

"Not that often. You know that Khun Kiri and Khun Ying Nualkae are our big clients. The condo project they're working on is a major one that will help our quarter go better than before. So, I need to take care of him personally. Like you always say, a captain needs to secure the big fish while leaving the little ones to others."

Her father, who had taught her that, now seemed uncomfortable with the way his daughter was using it. He turned his face away. She wasn't going to follow that advice now.

"But the rumor is that you two secretly got married. It's not just Khun Kiri who could be hurt by this; if Khem finds out, she might be upset."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

The young woman turned her back, tilting her head arrogantly. So what if Khem gets upset? Let her think whatever she wants-that she and Khun Kiri were not just business partners. Maybe that would make her cry and want to break up with her.

"Go tell Khun Kiri that I'm married now. Don't forget, I've already agreed to your terms, which state that we have to act like a married couple. If I do this, it would be considered cheating."

Her father gave her a final warning,

"I'm giving you a deadline. Don't make me repeat myself. Otherwise, it will be considered that you're violating the terms."

After giving the order as the company president, he left, leaving the lady of the house feeling stunned, like she had been struck by lightning. It seemed her father cared more for that kid than her.

Praenarin turned her eyes upward, then threw herself onto her large office chair and crossed her arms. Violating the terms? Was she not following the conditions enough already?

The development team's office seemed to be having a meeting because

whenever a form new task came in, the person responsible for distributing the work to the team was Ji. Right now, a small group of four people was gathering at Khemjira's desk as Ji was assigning tasks to a new employee, with both mentors standing by to watch.

"You need to create these 3D images and present them at the department meeting tomorrow at 3 PM. It's simple. Even though it's not the deadline yet, you have to finish it so other teams can use it."

Her task was clear.

The document was placed in front of Khemjira, who picked it up to look and realized this wasn't the task she should be doing. She was still in the learning phase, following the basic processes and doing the work assigned to her as instructed by her mentors, Jay and Balloon.

"Do you want me to do this? But this is Ji's responsibility." "Yes, yes, that's Ji's task,"

Someone who usually handled this task regularly added. But the one in charge was still insisting that the new girl, Khemjira, should do it.

"But today, it's your responsibility, Khem. Besides, I've already assigned work to everyone else."

The two mentors looked uncomfortable because they hadn't taught

Khemjira how to handle the task she was being assigned. They had thought someone else was always doing it and that it had never changed. As for Khemjira, once she completed her internship, she would take on other

available tasks.

"Uh... but we haven't had Khem try creating the model on her own yet, Ji."

"So what? Should I report to the department head that you two didn't teach the new girl? We all need to be able to do every task in the department.

Don't you remember that? Why didn't you teach her this?"

This time, both of them fell silent because they knew they had made a mistake. Now, it seemed like they were the ones who would be reprimanded for not teaching the new girl.

"I'll have her do it."

Ji looked at the new girl, Khemjira, and continued giving instructions, wanting her to understand who she was and where she stood, so she wouldn't speak out of turn like before.

"Since you're an employee here, you have to do it, and you must finish it. This task is quite urgent. Although it's not a big job, it's an assignment for

the department. Understand?"

After giving the orders, the woman with a heroine's face but villainous

behavior walked back to her desk, where her friend was waiting to gossip. As soon as she sat down, she leaned forward and whispered.

"Do you think that girl will be able to do it?"

"I gave her the task because I think she can't do it."

The team leader smiled slyly as she looked at the new girl's desk. She really hated that girl. Now, she would probably get scolded in the meeting for not being able to complete the task. Or, if not, her mentors would get the blame instead.

While the one giving the orders was gloating, the mentors, Ji and Balloon, were sweating because they knew it was their fault.

"Why didn't Ji give this task to us like before, Jae? Isn't this our job?"

Balloon tapped her friend on the arm, asking with concern while trying to figure out how to help Khemjira, who was now sitting quietly, looking at the briefing document as though she didn't have any problems.

"Who knows? I'm not Ji."

"This is clearly a setup. How is Khem going to do it when she's only seen the completed models from the company? We've never even let her try making a model herself."

"This job is pretty urgent too. What should we do?"

While the two were deep in thought, Khemjira, who knew she had to figure this out, put the document down and smiled as though she didn't care about the world.

"Don't worry, P'Balloon, P'Jae. I can do it. But for better focus, I'd like to go work outside,"

Khemjira said, folding her laptop and giving both of them a smile before gathering her things and heading outside to work.

She wondered if she had a heavy load now-besides her work as a wife, she also had this task from the department. It seemed she was a popular girl, and everyone wanted to play tricks on her.