Goddess Bless You From Death

 C53 - Special Case 4.

On the road leading into the city, the night's silence was almost eerie. Vehicles were few and far between, and without a pressing need, no one would think of driving at 3 AM, except for someone who had no choice...

A large livestock truck, returning from delivering top-quality breeding cows to a major farm in a nearby province, was driven by a man eagerly anticipating the birth of his child. His desire to visit his wife in the hospital overpowered his need to stop at a gas station for a nap. His heavy eyelids slowly closed before he jolted awake again.

"So sleepy!" The driver muttered, trying to keep himself awake. Days of continuous driving under the sun had taken their toll, and soon. His eyelids drooped once more.

The truck's cab began to drift out of its lane as his hands lost control. Just as he was about to succumb to sleep, a noise from the side of the truck startled him.

Thump!!

"Hey, what was that?!" The driver jerked awake, steering the truck back onto the road. "That was close."

The road ahead caught the middle-aged man's attention, causing him to forget the sound from the truck's side. A few meters further, he saw a young woman in a red dress standing by the road, waving.

"Who's standing out here at this hour?" He turned on his indicator and pulled over. His drowsiness made him forget every cautionary tale ever told to drivers.

Don't mention.

Don't look.

Don't ask.

Don't stop...

'Can I get a ride? The taxi left me here.'

"Hop in. Where are you heading at this hour, miss?" The man behind the wheel asked her before glancing at the teenage girl with long, flowing hair who had just climbed into the seat beside him.

“I was out with friends.”

"Going home this late is dangerous. That taxi driver, leaving you here, what was he thinking?" He thought it was good to have a companion. But he forgot that the living did not favour this road.

"He stopped on the side of the road. Hic.'

The sound of sobbing sent chills through the driver. He reached to adjust the air conditioning, but at that moment, he saw from the corner of his eye that the girl next to him wasn't just wearing a red dress. If it were just a dress, it wouldn't be staining the seat with blood. Her delicate, pale body began to show wounds, with blood flowing down from the seat to the floor.

"He abused me. He stabbed me. He slit my throat. He stole my belongings.'

The sobbing turned into a voice filled with pain and anger, causing the driver to tremble with fear. He tried chanting prayers and spreading goodwill, but these words were just verses when the entity beside him did not respond. His eyes, filled with tears, trembled with sheer terror. He struggled to keep the truck under control, trying to avoid an accident.

It's said that three-way intersections are crossing points between the human and spirit worlds. Wandering souls gather here seeking replacements, and the area is considered inauspicious, attracting malevolence. People often leave offerings of flowers, incense, and candles at these spots, and accidents frequently occur there. This time was no different...

The path ahead of the truck led to a three-way intersection marked by flashing orange lights. He tried pressing the brake repeatedly, but it did not respond. He did everything he could to survive, but it seemed the spirit beside him showed no mercy. If it were a wandering ghost seeking merit, he might have been spared. However, the girl beside him was a vengeful spirit, having suffered a violent death.

She was part of a tale told by those who travelled this route: if you see a girl in a red dress hitchhiking by the roadside, drive on and do not stop until you pass the intersection. The driver took a deep breath, his heart pounding. He saw the intersection ahead. If he could just get past it, he promised himself he would never take this road again.

Uncle... I don't want to go anymore. Please stop.' The driver slammed the brake pedal to the floor. If this was how it ended, did that mean he was safe? His frightened face slowly turned to look at the seat beside him, only to see a body in a blood-soaked red dress with no head.

'Hee! Hee! Hee! You stopped! You did!'

The voice came from his lap, where a weight had settled. He looked down to see a pair of white eyes and a wide grin staring back at him. The pale, cut-up face of the girl, her flesh torn by knives, lay on his lap.

Honk! Honk! Honk!.!!

He looked up at the blinding lights approaching him through a veil of tears. He hadn't driven near the intersection. He was already parked in the middle of it.

Crash!!!!

The phone's ringtone by the bedside woke Singha irritably.

"What is it?"

[Sir, there's been another truck collision at the same three-way junction]

"Have you secured the area?"

[Yes, sir. Someone spotted it around five in the morning, but it's estimated the accident occurred about two hours before that.]

"What about the drivers?"

[One died at the scene, and the other is in critical condition. We're in the process of contacting their family.]

"Clear the road and make it safe for traffic. I'm on my way."

[Understood, sir.]

Singha sighed, then turned back to the person beside him.

"Again?"

"Yeah, sorry for waking you up." The muffled sound against his chest made him look down. His large hand gently stroked the boy's soft hair in his arms.

"I was already awake when I heard the phone, but I simply wanted to continue cuddling with you." The 31-year-old man still behaved the same way. He tightened his embrace around his big brother's waist before kissing the bare chest, which was adorned with rose-coloured love marks, with tender care. "Another accident at the same place?"

"Yeah." Singha let the boy continue his gentle touches. "It's a quiet junction, not much traffic. I don't understand why there are so many accidents."

"A junction? Is it a three-way crossroads?" Thup propped himself up on his elbow to look at Singha.

"Yeah," Singha answered briefly, his eyes falling on the white neck covered in his kiss marks. He pulled the fragrant neck closer and kissed it playfully.

"Then it's a three-way crossroads."

"So what?" Singha asked, sliding down to Thup's pale chest, licking and kissing as he pleased.

"So ugh, let me talk first, P'Singh." Thup looked down at his older lover, who was swirling his tongue around the nipple through the fabric, causing Thup's face to flush.

"Go on, I'm listening."

"So, it might not be just an accident." Thup grabbed the elder's hand, which was near the waistband of his pyjama pants. The 31-year-old young man then flipped his big brother over to lie on his chest and held both of his wrists. "If you keep teasing me like this, you'll be late for. work."

Singha chuckled softly before pushing himself up to sit Thup's body astride. He looked at Thup's face, which had started to appear more mature, with pride. The young man in front of him was no longer just an artist taking on jobs to save up some money. Thup had joined an agency. Gained recognition and even had his own art exhibitions. This kid had grown up a lot.

"Have I ever told you how proud I am of you?"

"Hmm? N-Not really, I guess."

"I'm really proud of you, Thup." The sparkle in Singha's eyes and the steady tone of his voice made Thup's lips curve into a wide smile. He had received many compliments over the past year, but none compared to this single phrase from Singha.

"Every success Thup has is all because of you, P'Singh." Thup propped himself up to hug his big brother around the waist before gently kissing his tanned, smooth 

cheek.

"I love you so much."

"What do you want?" Singha wrapped his arms around Thup's white neck, feeling something hard pressing against his backside through the fabric.

"You're the one who started teasing me first."

"Hmph, just one round then. We have to hurry so I can go to work."

"Since we're already in this position, you start." Thup bit down lightly on Singha's chin before slipping his hand into Singha's favourite sweatpants, squeezing the round buttocks firmly, leaving marks.

In less than two minutes, both were completely naked. Their lips teased each other while their lower bodies rubbed together with desire. Singha grasped the hardened member, positioning it at his entrance.

"Mm, so tight," Thup murmured against Singha's chest as Singha's intimate channel swallowed his shaft.

"And do you like it?" Singha clenched his teeth, experiencing a shiver of pleasure with every movement. He could feel the warmth and every ridge within him.

"I've always liked it." Their eyes met, filled with passion, as Thup's length was fully sheathed inside Singha.

"Lie down."

"Let's stay in this position. I want to hold you."

"It's too loud."

"You moan louder." Singha chuckled before bending down to give a playful kiss to the naughty boy who had grown from a pup into a full-grown hound.

"Don't collapse before I do."

"I've been working out with you just for this," the fully mature dog said, resting his chin on Singha's chest while wrapping his arms around his brother's waist as Singha moved up and down.

"So deep ah! Damn it!" Singha gasped for breath as the tightness inside made it almost impossible to breathe. The deeper he sank, the more Thup's manhood pressed into him, striking his tender spot and sending waves of pleasure through his body. "Thup, ugh, don't.." 

"Don't what?" Thup's lips latched onto Singha's nipple, his tongue swirling around it as he looked up at his brother with wide eyes.

"Your fingersaaahhh! Your fingers!" As the boy in front of him spread his buttocks and slipped a finger into the passage already occupied by his member, Singha was on the verge of losing his mind

"Should I stop, ugh, or.. Don't? You're clenching me even tighter."

Singha looked down at Thup's face and kissed him to release the boiling passion within.

"So damn good... Ah! It's amazing!"

As Singha moved with increasing intensity, the pleasure built up higher and higher. He was overwhelmed with ecstasy, his head thrown back, low moans mixed with the sound of their bodies colliding. Seeing his big brother in bliss, Thup was determined to give him everything he could.

"Mmmm, bro, slow down a bit. I'm gonna. ahh.."

"Wait.. Ah!" Singha slowed his pace, moving his hips in slow, sensual circles. Their lips met again, as neither wanted to stop this moment. "Thup, ugh, inside.. Aaahhh, come inside me!"

"You have to go to work."

"We'll clean up later! Hurry!" Singha dug his nails into Thup's muscled back. "Good boy... Ah, deeper!"

"Aaahhh, P'Singh, you're squeezing too tight... Ugh, it's too much!"

Thup held his brother's waist tightly, his body shaking as he released inside Singha. Singha bit down on Thup's shoulder, overwhelmed by the sensation, as he reached his own climax. The sound of their heavy breathing was the only thing that filled the room, soon followed by their soft laughter.

"Sorry for biting so hard."

"It's okay."

"Go take a shower. I'll treat the wound afterwards," Singha said, looking at the bite mark he left on Thup's skin, which was now slightly bleeding. But when he glanced back at Thup's face, he saw the boy beaming with a wide smile. "You're so cute."

"Then love me a lot, okay?"

"I'll try." Singha teased, nibbling lightly on Thup's upturned nose. 

"Try?" Thup's wide smile faded, turning into a pout, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "You don't love me anymore?"

"Your thing is still inside me, and you're crying?!"

"But you didn't say you love me. You said you'll try."

Singha laughed openly, then cupped the face of his young lover.

"I'll try to love you as much as you love me," Singha said, kissing Tub's beautiful brown eyes, framed by long lashes. No matter how many times he looked, he always found himself drawn to those eyes. "Do you understand?"

"Yes.."

After calming down his lover, who had momentarily reverted to being a puppy, they both went to shower and dress before heading to the scene of the incident.

"Good morning, Boss."

"Morning. What's the status?"

"We just finished moving the car and collecting evidence," Singha had timed it well.

"What about the deceased?"

"Dr Sei is handling it. Preliminary assessment suggests it was an accident, like the previous cases."

Singha nodded, then glanced at Thup, who was looking around, and then suddenly froze in the middle of the street. Thup saw a woman in a red dress dragging the spirit of a middle-aged man along the road.

"P'Singh."

"Where?"

"In the middle of the road, there's a young girl in a red—no, a white dress stained red with blood," Thup said calmly before looking at his brother. "She might have had an accident here."

"There's a case where the perpetrator was never found," Singha said, listening to Thup. "About two meters from here, a teenage girl was found dead in the forest. She had been assaulted, and her throat slit."

"No wonder she's still vengeful."

”Forensics found semen in her, so they tracked down the suspect. While fleeing, he ran into the road and was hit by a car, resulting in his immediate death."

"She might have been searching for him all this time."

"That ghost?"

"Yes, she might have been searching for the person who killed her and still is. Someone needs to tell her," Thup said, his wrist grabbed before he could walk away.

"Where are you going?"

"There," Thup replied, seeing the worry on Singha's face. If he wanted to talk to her, he couldn't have Singha follow him, or the ghost would run away. "I'll be careful. Don't worry."

"Call if anything happens."

"Can I kiss you here?"

"I'll hit you. There are people around."

Thup laughed brightly, gently stroking Singha's hand before walking towards the median at the three-way intersection. Many flowers and offerings were placed there, suggesting that others shared his belief.

"Miss," the chilling sensation down Thup's spine, made him decide not to turn around. Instead, he knelt to straighten the fallen flowers gently. "The person who took away your beautiful life... He's no longer here. He's already faced the consequences."

'I don't believe it!'

"The police found him to bring him to justice, but karma caught up faster. He was hit by a car and died on the spot." Thup adjusted the offering baskets, setting them upright again. "So you should let go and move on peacefully. Continuing like this will only create more bad karma for yourself."

'Hic, life... My life'

"I understand...the world is so unfair."

Meanwhile, Sei walked over and asked, upon seeing his friend staring intently at Thup's back.

"What's he doing?"

"Communicating, I suppose."

"With a ghost again?"

"Yes, about the accident."

"Isn't it due to negligence?"

"Maybe, but we don't know all the details."

"You're quite empathetic now," Sei said, raising an eyebrow at his close friend.

"Why don't you use that time you're spending on my issues to make up with your kid?"

"Sometimes, it's good to correct his behaviour," Sei glanced at the intern, who had recently started working full-time in the department. The young man walked away without even pausing to look at him.

"Well, he made it out safely."

"Is it worth risking your life by rushing into a burning house just to retrieve something trivial?" Sei spoke with a more intense tone.

"The 'trivial thing you're talking about is the bracelet you gave to that kid, isn't it?"

"I could buy another hundred of those if needed."

"But a hundred bracelets you could buy aren't the same as the single one you gave with goodwill," Singha patted his friend's shoulder to remind him. "Think carefully, Sei."

Singha walked over to Thup, who was running back to him with his usual smile.

"She's gone now."

"How about becoming a ghostbuster? You'd probably do well," Singha teased before reaching up to wipe the sweat from Thup's forehead.

"Can I set up a ghostbusting office at your station?"

"I don't allow that."

"Can't I use my connection with the superintendent for that?" Thup tilted his head, his pleading look.

"Sorry, I don't use connections casually."

"Then." Thup took Singha's hand and kissed the ring that Singha had recently put on his ring finger for his birthday last year. "Do I need to use connections to invite the superintendent for a meal?"

"What's in it for me?" Singha raised an eyebrow at the kid.

"Everything of mine-my body and heart."

"You're going to make me puke, Thup."

"I know you like it," Thup said with a soft laugh, a familiar sight for the station staff.

"Go wait by the car. It's hot here, and you're turning red," Singha suggested, changing the subject because Thup was right. He really did like it when Thup was affectionate like this.

"Yes, sir!" Thup was as obedient as ever. As always, he was Singha's little puppy.