Denied Love

11.Homework First

Since today Khwanrin was moving out to live somewhere else, just as she had mentioned before, Khemjira hurried to finish work and drove home to pick her up. She would take her to her new apartment, but there wasn’t much stuff to move.

“Hm, looks nice. Is the rent expensive, P’Rin?”

Khemjira asked as she dropped Khwanrin off in front of the building. It was already late, and she needed to get home quickly before the rain started and the traffic got worse.

“It’s reasonable. I chose this place because the community is good.” “Is it close to your office?”

She asked, knowing that Khwanrin had already found a job. She was also working in an office, but in a different location and on the other side of the city.

“Yes. Thanks for dropping me off. But if you ever have any problems, you can always come to me,”

Khwanrin said with a relaxed smile. She was happy to be on her own, giving herself space and time to stop thinking about someone who saw her only as an older sister—especially since that person was already married.

“You make it sound like something bad is going to happen,”

Khemjira pouted. But Khwanrin wasn’t wrong—some days, she even got kicked to sleep on the couch. That was clearly a relationship problem.

“I’m just joking. Go home now so you can have dinner with Khun Rin.” “Alright, I’m going. Good luck, P’Rin. I’ll text you later.”

Before leaving, Khemjira didn’t forget to hug the person she loved like a real sister. But just as they were saying their goodbyes, it seemed like

Khemjira’s bad luck was acting up.

Someone was watching them from a car not too far away.

Praenarin had been following Khemjira ever since she left home. She had turned her car around to trail her, curious about where she was going. She knew Khwanrin was moving out today and wanted to see where she would be staying—just in case she ever needed to wrap Khemjira up in paper and toss her in the trash. That way, she could drop her off at Khwanrin’s place without any trouble.

"If you're that attached, why don’t you just move in together?"

Praenarin rolled up the car window and grabbed her phone to set up an impromptu night out with her girlfriends—she suddenly felt like drinking. Every time Khemjira acted that way with someone else, it annoyed her.

She always said she loved her so much, but the moment she was out of sight, she would go hugging other people. Just wait—Khemjira was definitely sleeping on the couch again tonight.

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After following Khemjira, Praenarin headed to a fancy bar where she had arranged to meet her friends. In the past, they used to meet when she missed Phrapai or felt down enough to drink her sorrows away. But now, it seemed like they met up every time she had something on her mind about her own wife.

The bar had a bit of a raw, industrial design—not exactly the best fit for a group of stylish women like them. But since it was private, introverts like

her, who only left the house to talk to friends, found it more comfortable.

Grace, Ying, Julie, and Prowfa—each of her friends came from wealthy families. If they weren’t helping with their family businesses, they had rich husbands taking care of them.

Once everyone arrived, they ordered the bar’s signature drinks and crossed their legs elegantly, their makeup perfectly in place. Praenarin, however, was the only one sitting there fuming, still upset about her husband sneaking off to hug someone else.

“Rin, why do your eyes look like you haven’t slept? Are you overworked?”

Julie leaned in, peering at her closely as if she was about to offer to fix her makeup. Praenarin quickly leaned away and masked her emotions by sitting up straight, sipping her drink slowly and gracefully.

“Just the usual. CEOs have meetings almost every day, nothing new.” She still felt the same way about her as she did about Phrapai.

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By the time Praenarin got home, it was already 9 PM. She figured her father must have gone to bed by now. The only one still waiting for her was Aunt Malai, the senior housekeeper, standing at the front door with the house lights still on.

“Aunt Malai, has Khem come back yet?”

She asked, even though she could already see Khemjira’s car parked outside. She just wanted to know how long she had been home. If she had just arrived, she wouldn’t hesitate to scold her right away.

“She’s been back for a while now. She finished dinner and went upstairs. Do you need anything, Miss Rin?”

“No, you can rest now.”

Praenarin replied before heading up to her bedroom. She had a drink or two, but since she had to drive home, she hadn’t let herself get drunk like she usually did when she met up with her four friends to drown her heartbreak.

Click.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Khemjira sitting on the bed in her pajamas, playing with one of her stuffed toys. The tall, model-like woman immediately put the toy down and got up to greet her.

“Have you eaten yet? Want me to make you an omelet?” “I already ate.”

Praenarin placed her bag and coat on the sofa, but before she could do anything else, Khemjira rushed over and hugged her from behind. She kissed her cheek repeatedly, almost bruising it, before sneaking in another kiss on her lips—just like she had done earlier that day.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing, you pervy brat?”

Praenarin scolded, but Khemjira didn’t seem the least bit intimidated. Instead, she tightened her embrace and whispered in a low voice against her ear.

“I just missed you, that’s all. Can’t I hug and kiss my wife a little?”

"Don’t hug me! And don’t think I don’t know who you were hugging before this, you unfaithful woman. You’re never satisfied!"

Khemjira paused for a moment, trying to figure out what Praenarin was talking about. It only took her a second to realize—she had hugged Kwanrin, goodbye earlier today.

"Wait... You followed me, didn’t you? Khun Rin, I don’t have any feelings for P’Rin. We’re just siblings. It was just a goodbye hug, that’s all!"

"Hah! You say you don’t feel anything, but I know your heart does. You really don’t see it, do you? Khwanrin likes you."

Praenarin struggled in Khemjira’s arms, pushing against her, while

Khemjira blinked in confusion. But the moment she understood what Praenarin was implying, a wide grin spread across her lips. She finally let go, setting her fiery wife free.

"Are you jealous, Khun Rin? Does this mean... you actually love me now?"

Rin, who had been about to storm into the bathroom, suddenly snapped her head back toward Khemjira. She turned and walked toward her, her sharp eyes locked onto her target.

"Jealous? Me? Never."

Praenarin's voice was cold, her every step slow and deliberate.

"I told you—I don’t love you. I never have, and I never will. I’m just waiting for the day you can’t take it anymore and leave on your own. So stop dreaming about something that will never happen."

She jabbed a finger against Khemjira’s chest with each word, forcing her to step back.

"But you followed me today. If you don’t care, why did you follow me?"

"Just because I followed you doesn’t mean I love you. Don’t flatter yourself."

Seeing that she was winning this argument, Praenarin crossed her arms and lifted her chin, looking down at Khemjira with an arrogant glare. What she didn’t expect was for Khemjira to have a new trick up her sleeve to turn the tables.

"If you don’t love me, then why did you let me lick you?"◻

Praenarin’s eyes widened in shock. She never expected Khemjira to say something so outrageous with such an innocent face.

"Why give me hope? That place is supposed to be off-limits, but you let me have it. You let me do my homework there—over and over, night after

night. And now you say you don’t love me? That’s a contradiction, isn’t it?" "Hey! Stop saying such disgusting things right now!"

Praenarin pointed an accusing finger at her, but instead of backing down, Khemjira grabbed her finger, stepping in close. She locked her other hand around Praenarin’s waist and flashed a teasing grin.

"Why? I’m just stating the truth. Go on, tell me—tell me you didn’t do all that with me."

Praenarin clenched her teeth, silently counting to ten in her head before yanking her hand free. Her face burned with embarrassment at Khemjira’s shameless words.

"You’re not sleeping in this bed tonight. Take your pillow and go sleep outside!"

This time, Khemjira’s eyes widened in shock as a pillow was shoved into her arms. Praenarin shot her a glare before stomping off to the bathroom, leaving her "wife" standing there, looking completely dumbfounded.

By the time she finished her nightly routine, several minutes had passed. She emerged with her long, glossy black hair perfectly dried and styled, dressed in a sexy nightgown. But as she approached the bed, she found Khemjira still lying there, snug under the covers, looking as carefree as ever.

"Get up. I told you to sleep outside, didn’t I? Are you deaf?"

"Nope. I’m not going anywhere unless it’s right next to you, Khun Rin."

Khemjira immediately sat up from the blanket pile and grabbed her wife’s wrist, pulling her down toward the bed.

"I said get up! I don’t want to sleep with—ahh!"

Before she could finish her sentence, they tumbled onto the mattress

together. Praenarin squirmed in Khemjira’s grip, trying to break free, but it

was useless. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t match the strength of her overly energetic wife.

"Let me go right now!"

"Why? Does sleeping with me make you feel so good you can’t handle it? Is that why you’re kicking me out?"

"You’re so crude!"

Praenarin snapped, glaring at Khemjira. But, as always, Khemjira was completely unaffected. Instead, she grabbed both of Praenarin’s wrists, pinning them above her head, before smoothly straddling her.

"Khem! I said get off! Go away—far away! I can’t stand you, do you hear me?"

She put on her most serious expression, hoping that this time Khemjira would finally listen. But the result was completely unexpected. Instead of backing off, Khemjira's face suddenly fell.

Her eyes welled up with unshed tears, looking so heartbreakingly hurt that Praenarin felt something strange stir inside her chest.

"You keep pushing me away like this… do you really hate me that much, Khun Rin?"

Khemjira's voice trembled slightly, her gaze filled with sadness.

"I have nowhere else to go. If I can't be with you, then I have no one left. My father is gone. I don’t have a mother. Do you know how much it hurts when you tell me to leave? It feels like you’re telling me to die."

Of course, this was all part of her plan. Khemjira knew that to tame a haughty little cat, she first had to make the cat realize just how much she had hurt her owner. And right now, she was playing that role perfectly.

"I don’t hate you."

Praenarin averted her gaze, not wanting to be the cause of someone feeling this broken. The truth was, she didn’t really want Khemjira to leave. She just wanted to maintain some control over her.

"Then let me stay."

Khemjira pleaded softly.

"I just want to sleep beside my wife. Please don’t push me away again, Khun Rin. I have a heart too."

" "

"Well, seeing this, Khem feels sad too."

Khemjira lowered her face and whispered in her ear, playing a melodramatic act to garner sympathy points. Seeing that she was

contemplating her cunning tricks, the one pretending to be innocent secretly smiled slyly, then brushed her nose lightly against her graceful neck before moving up to kiss her temple with infatuation.

"I love you, Khun Rin. Khem loves only you."

The hand that had been holding the other person back released the slender wrist, then moved to caress the shapely legs, sliding up to the beautiful round hips. The lips followed, kissing down to the shoulders and stopping at the wife's lovely collarbone.

Praenarin fell into the trap of a cunning person. As she kissed and caressed her body with her palms, she felt so enchanted that she involuntarily moaned in her throat, tilting her head to receive that gentle touch.

"Hmm. "

It's the most relaxing feeling. Every touch that Khemjira gives her makes her body temperature rise, as if her blood is pumping well.

"Your body is warm. but outside it's cold and there are many mosquitoes.

Can I sleep with you, Khun Rin?"

Khemjira coaxed with the softest and most soothing voice she could muster to avoid being driven away. Her fingertips slowly tugged at the hem of the pajamas, then gently slipped her hand through the little underwear to greet the reserved area, and the other party didn't resist at all. In fact, she even opened her legs to welcome her.

Here it gets warmer, the more she knead, the more it puffs up to receive.... "Kh...Khem, why are you being so stubborn?"

Her beautiful face flushed as if under the influence of alcohol. Her delicate hands clung to her wife's arm. Her lovely hips instinctively responded after she had regained control of her center of gravity. The voice that emerged was so powerful, as if her strength had weakened just from her wife's fingertips stimulating her.

"Khem is only stubborn with you, my dear wife,"

Her delicate fingers slowly traced the sensitive spot, while her mouth took the string down, exposing the two beautiful breasts to the air before her warm tongue dragged and licked them until they stood firm.

"Mmm.."

Praenarin gently slid her hand under the other woman's hair and cradled her head, arching her chest to meet the soft, caressing tongue that licked and sucked. Her n*****s alternated sides, sending waves of warmth throughout her body.

Her beautiful eyelids fluttered shut, lost in the tenderness the other woman offered. Her v****a tightened rhythmically, and she felt her love chamber releasing warm liquid before the other woman slipped her fingers deep

inside at the moment she let her guard down. "Ah!"

The beautiful hips lifted as she felt a foreign object moving into her body, causing a dizzying sensation. Praenarin opened her eyes, not realizing when

she had dealt with that small white barrier. By the time she became aware, the cool air had already spread in, licking her private parts.

"Look, it's all wet now,"

Khemjira pulled her lips away from the beautiful breast and slowly dragged the tip of her nose along the beautiful temple, lost in admiration.

"You're such a bad person. Why didn't you give me a chance first?"

A small fist lightly hit her shoulder, but the person who was threatening her with a cat-like face didn't make Khemjira feel scared at all.

"I promised that I wouldn't hug anyone else. I would only hug you, Khun Rin. I would only kiss you, Khun Rin. And I would only eat with you, Khun Rin."

Her long fingers gently slipped into the warm gap.

Praenarin let herself go, shivering, allowing the other party to act willingly. The tingling sensation inside began to build up as the other party's long fingers entered her soft, delicate love cave gently.

But even though her body was willingly responding to the pleasure, she still didn't forget the task she had assigned to prevent her from having time to do her homework.

"Hmm... have you finished your report? Why aren't you working on it?"

The voice that came out was filled with uncertainty, to the point that someone who caught the tone couldn't help but smile with affection. Khemjira pressed her palm against the bed and leaned forward.

Looking at the face of her lover, while her wrist continued to act as an outstanding student without interruption.

“Not yet. The boss ordered to submit it tomorrow but did not specify the time. So, Khem planned to submit it before work ended. Tonight, Khem must please my wife first.”

“You are really cunning and sly.”

Khemjira smiled and accepted her wife’s words willingly, then leaned her face down to meet her.

"It's not time to submit the report yet, but the homework still needs to be turned in. It might be a bit half-baked, but please give me a high score,"

She whispered in the other person's ear before her healthy lips suddenly pressed down for a kiss, sweeping the sweet nectar from the beloved's mouth with longing. The person beneath her showed no signs of reluctance to cooperate.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh was rough and rhythmic, while the feeling of the receiver was so intense that she could almost float.

The feeling of a churning stomach and a tingling sensation overwhelmed Praenarin, who could no longer bear it. The young woman cupped her wife's face and kissed her back fiercely, neither willing to back down. Her beautiful legs began to tremble, and a wave of warmth spread throughout her entire body.

Too thrilling... This woman made her feel the utmost thrill with her mediocre s*x that she herself downplayed.

She dug her nails into the back of her wife, not knowing if it would leave a mark. Praenarin moaned softly in her throat before the peak of her emotions hit, forcing her to break the kiss and gasp for air.

"Khem...it's hot. I'm gonna c*m. Ahhh..."

Praenarin let out a long moan. Her pelvic muscles contracted and tensed,

her round hips twitched rhythmically. Tiny beads of sweat surfaced, making her smooth skin glisten. Praenarin felt as if her insides were on fire. It rhythmically squeezed Khemjira's slender fingers, as she could not lie that

she was extremely happy, so happy that tears welled up in her eyes. "Khem's wife is really impressive."

The more her voice trembled and drew closer to her ear, the more she felt enchanted by her love. The tall figure seemed to rise, but Praenarin held her back and claimed those lips once again. No matter how much she pushed away, in the end, it was she who couldn't pull away.

Why..why did it have to be Khemjira who took possession of this part of her feeling?