Peach Lover

Orgy

At first, I asked Sasom what kind of event it was- this party they wanted me to

attend, what kind of party it was. Then he told me.

 

"It's a Halloween party for rich people."

 

Why all this fuss? And then, when I asked further, "What's the purpose of my participating then? Why doesn't Sasom just go and have fun to the fullest? Why bring me along?"

 

Sasom paused to think, spending almost a minute thinking until I almost interrupted him, saying, "Hey, it's okay, you don't have to answer." But in the end, the famous actor found the answer.

 

"If you're going to be my protégé, you have to be brave enough to go to an event like this, Po :)"

 

That settles the question. For me, if Sasom says going to this party is part of what we're working on, then I'm okay with it unconditionally. That's good. At least we'll feel like there's some progress on Peach Lover, instead of just eating eggs Benedict all day.

 

Sasom explained the strict rules of tonight's Halloween party: we could all enter with only two main items. First, a mask to cover our eyes. He found this one for me; the black one looks quite serious. The other item was... swim trunks of any colour. Sasom didn't get this one for me; in fact, he seemed eager to see what colour swim trunks I would wear.

 

Okay then, I'll arrange it. Since he wants a surprise, I'll give him the full surprise by telling him to go up to the event first, while I wait for the right moment to follow him up.

 

Everything was pre-arranged. I chose dark red trunk-style swim trunks that flattered my figure and fair skin, then timed my entrance to be as eye-catching as possible, which I think I did. All eyes were on me as the music changed to the next track, and ignoring them only seemed to increase my appeal even more.

 

I “intentionally” walked naturally, pausing briefly to scan the crowd for my Peach Lover. And there he is, the man who, even with a mask on, still stands out the most at this event. He’s looking directly at me, too. He’s wearing dark black swim briefs. For others...choosing the right swim trunks would enhance their appearance, but for him, it’s he who makes those swim trunks look better than anyone else’s. He looks so good... It's making my heart flutter...

 

"Sorry, I'm late."

But I didn't show much emotion. I continued to act naturally, as I had intended, by walking through the crowd. He stopped at the foot of the display, speaking in a normal tone, pretending not to see the "male couple" in the chairs next to them, who were openly engaging in 18+ activities without any regard for anyone.

 

Sasom got up and walked over to me, leaning in to whisper something that only the two of us could hear. At first, I thought he was going to scold me for being late, but that wasn't the case.

 

"So it's red :)"

 

This is what interested him so much.

 

"Hey, you're already arresting people? Aren't you going to introduce us to them?"

 

But before I could continue the conversation about the colour of my swimsuit, a man wearing a yellow swimsuit interrupted. He was probably a friend, right?

 

"Take your father."

 

Collect and give the middle finger.

 

"Hey, this guy's name is Vic, and the one getting his balls licked is Thana. He's my best friend."

 

There he is, so he really is his friend.

 

"Nice to meet you."

 

"I've met you once."

 

My friend named "Vic" was the first to reply.

 

"I thought my friend would be so protective of you that he wouldn't let you meet us."

 

"He's possessive of me?" I couldn't help but laugh at what I heard. "You? Are you possessive of me, too?" I teased the person beside me, knowing full well that what Vic said was probably just to playfully tease the famous actor.

 

Sasom didn't answer anything. He simply shrugged before turning to get a bottle of champagne and handing it to me instead.

 

"That's enough. If you want me to finish, you need a lot more practice."

 

I was about to raise my champagne glass to drink when I froze, startled by what another collector friend named "Thana" said. It wasn't just a joke; he was serious, to the point where he pushed away the head of someone kneeling between his legs and pulled up his swim trunks to cover their private parts, much like a host deliberately slamming the door in a visitor's face.

 

“I'm sorry!”

 

Of course, the "visitor" was displeased. He sarcastically snapped at his fellow collector before walking away quickly and eventually disappearing from public view.

 

"Nice to meet you, Po."

 

The person named Thana turned to talk to me again, as if what had happened earlier had been nothing. The Sasomd reaction to the person named Vic was also no different. They seem like a group where, once they're not interested in something, they completely ignore each other. It's bad.

 

“Nice to meet you, too.”

 

"My last name is Chanyawach. What's your last name?"

 

"Damn Thana!"

 

I couldn't help but be startled, not because someone named Thana asked about my last name, but because of the harsh tone of the collector's voice, which I'd never heard before. It's probably because he's unhappy that his friend is interfering in his personal life.

 

"It's alright," he said. "But for me, it's okay. I don't feel bothered at all. It's just giving my last name. It's not a big deal. 'My last name is Nawiboonnit.'"

 

"Wait, are you the son of Mr Taweekoon, the wealthy businessman?!"

 

It's no surprise that Vic knows my father. Who in this country doesn't know "Taveekun Nawilboonnit"? My father is involved in many businesses, from the alcoholic beverage industry to real estate, and he even owns a football team. His name is incredibly famous. The story about having multiple wives and children is especially notorious.

 

“Yes,” I observed Somsa’s reaction, which seemed indifferent, indicating he probably already knew. “I’m the son of his first wife, but I probably won’t be the heir, because we’ve been estranged for a long time. These days, I have to work hard, painting to make a living. I should be rich by my old age :)”

 

This time, I heard a soft chuckle from the person next to me, probably because they liked my last sentence. And it's like this: if Sasom, no matter what I say, they seem to like it all.

 

"Then we'll have to toast, I suppose."

 

The person who asked for my last name seemed pleased with my answer as well. He turned to get a drink from the waiter before asking to clink glasses with me.

 

"Since none of us got along with our father at all."

 

The four glasses clinked together in a moment of laughter. I sensed the beginning of a small friendship, which was followed by many conversations between us that were both fun and incredibly eye-opening for me.

 

To be honest, when Sasom is with his friends, he seems to be quieter than I thought. Vic usually talks the most, followed by Than. My Peach Lover, on the other hand, is an excellent listener, occasionally adding to the conversation, but every time he opens his mouth, it's like getting a heavy punch to the chin. It's nothing like when he's with me.

 

"Hey, let's go dance!"

 

Vic was the first one again to suggest we all go dance in front of the DJ booth, where the DJ was currently trying to build the atmosphere. People at the event were in a state of heightened emotion, more interested in dancing than in engaging in sexual activity.

 

"You go ahead, Vic. I know you don't really want to come with us."

 

Accused of the situation, Vic was quite out of the loop. His giddy behaviour and urging his friends to dance were likely due to the two fair-skinned men who were provocatively wiggling their fingers at him, enticing him to approach them. It made me picture Vic as a brown dog sticking out its tongue and jumping around in front of its owner, waiting for the command, "Come on," so it could quickly run off to whatever interested it.

 

"Wait a minute," but I chose to do the opposite, thinking there might be a better way for Vic. "I think... You should try going that way instead."

 

Everyone turned to look in the direction I pointed, and they seemed to see someone else standing there, watching. He didn't have the pale skin of the first two men who beckoned Vic with their fingers; on the contrary, he had a smooth, tan complexion like a model who'd been sunbathing. But I saw it. I could see he was interested in Vic. And if you ask me, I'd say the dark-skinned guy is a "more expensive" option than those two white guys, because the latter seem like they've been through a lot.

 

"Hey, that's a great job! Thanks a lot, Po."

 

He went his own way. It's good that at least Vic likes good stuff; his eyes were sparkling even through the mask. He patted my shoulder a couple of times to thank me and then hurried off.

 

"Yeah, that's good. Let Vic get some good stuff for once, instead of just blindly picking what he wants."

 

This comment was from Thana. He finished speaking and excused himself to make a phone call somewhere far away. I only found out from Sasom that cameras and communication devices weren't actually allowed at this party because they didn't want anyone to leak confidential images. Only the five main organisers were allowed to bring phones in, three of whom were Sasom, Vic, and Thana.

 

"Hey! I didn't order this!"

 

Once they were alone, a male waiter brought them drinks. These were different from the typical drinks served at events, suggesting they were specially ordered.

 

"Someone ordered it for you."

 

The waiter clarified the situation by pointing to a tall, well-built man standing on the other side of the pool. He was wearing dark blue swimming trunks and looked quite handsome.

 

"Thank you"

 

But before I could say anything in response, the person next to me thanked the waiter in a rather "harsh" tone. I don't know who he was annoyed with, but the drink that man had bought was now in the hands of a famous actor.

 

"What?! That's mine!"

 

Without arguing, the customer simply raised the glass, gulped the drink in one go, then raised it as if to "thank" the person who had served him, before placing the glass back on the tray for the waiter. What's wrong with him?

 

"They're definitely trying to get you drunk. This liquor is really strong."

"Drinks."

 

Wait, what now? I haven't even finished talking to Sasom yet, and another special drink has been served. This time, the person paying is a dark-skinned man with a moustache, reclining while another slender man is 'giving him oral sex'.

 

"You?!"

 

And it's the same old story. The person being treated to drinks doesn't get to drink because they've already ‘Sasomd’ and consumed it all themselves, and they behave the same way as the first person who treated them.

 

“Drinks.”

 

The chaos started right there. It was like a cruel joke, because the more I tried to grab and drink the drinks people had bought me, the more people kept buying me. Before I knew it, the completely irrational Somsa was shaking his head violently, like someone being overwhelmed by the effects of alcohol.

 

“Hey, little sister, come here.”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

"Go get me a coat."

 

“Uh...but...”

 

“Go get it.”

 

The extremely firm command silenced the waiter, who quickly carried out the order, returning with a coat.

 

"What's going on?" I, who had been watching the situation for a while, couldn't help but ask in confusion when the cloak was handed to me. "Didn't you say the rule was only two pieces of clothing?" This is against the rules.

 

"Just wear it :("

 

"Hey, what's going on?"

 

Meanwhile, Thana, who seemed to have finished his business, walked back in.

 

"Are you drunk?"

 

“No, not drunk.”

 

Really? But I think he's drunk.

 

"I just want Po to put on a cloak."

 

“Why are you wearing it?”

 

That's right, just like Thana asked, why wear it?

 

“I'm jealous.”

 

Ha?!

 

What did he just say?

 

"Hey, I think you're drunk. Want some water?"

 

Exactly. He must be drunk; otherwise, how could he say he's "jealous"?

 

"Put on your shirt, Po. Don't make me repeat myself, or you'll be punished."

 

Honestly, I'm completely at a loss. I'm so confused about how alcohol has changed my collectable's personality like this. He's saying things he shouldn't and getting involved in things he shouldn't.

 

But oh well, as the old saying goes, "Don't mind a madman, don't argue with a drunkard." Since he wants me to wear a robe, I will. After all, I'm his protégé now, aren't I? Maybe he's possessive of me in that way, like he doesn't want people to see my body too much, and will save it for when we film a video together instead.

 

“Come here, let me help.”

 

"I can't go there." A slightly drunk man staggered towards me, then proceeded to help me tie my coat cord. He was taking it so seriously that I couldn't help but tease him.

 

"Why are you so possessive? When our video is released, people will see even more of my private parts."

 

“Come here, come!”

 

But the person listening didn't seem to find it funny. He grabbed my wrist forcefully before dragging me to the bathroom with him. The first thing I heard was the screams, because now... the restroom had been transformed into a place for the partygoers to engage in sexual doings...

 

I didn't get a good look at what everyone was doing, only glimpses of a group of dozens of naked men moving in a rather suggestive rhythm. Soon after, Sasom dragged me into an empty restroom stall, locked the door, and then pressed himself against me.

 

"Hey...can you please stop talking like that?"

 

“What?”

 

Stop saying anything; I don't understand.

 

“That's where you...”

 

I was listening intently, but before he could finish speaking, he stumbled backwards and sat down on the closed toilet lid. He lowered his head and shook it violently. I stood with my arms crossed, watching the person in front of me for a while. Seeing that they had nothing else to say, merely staring at me, I decided to be the one to start the conversation again.

 

"Okay, listen. Just tell me what you need."

 

You can't drag me here just to sit here in silence and stare at each other. If he gets too drunk, I can take him back to his room.

 

"I..."

 

Once again, the conversation was left unfinished, and then silence fell. But this time was slightly different from the first. Although his mouth remained silent, his thick hand reached up and tugged at the cord of the cloak that he himself had tied, untying it, as if expressing his desire.

 

A certain gaze fixed upon me... stirred up my initial 'confusion' with an inexplicable force...Perhaps it was the atmosphere created by the intertwined moans outside that made me take off my own cover-up and swim trunks, before turning to deal with the other person's swim trunks. As soon as I pulled them open, what was inside was a perfectly erect, "bee-pounding" sight!

 

I slowly climbed up and straddled his lap, our eyes remaining locked, even as I guided his hard, erect member into myself.

 

“Ugh!”

The throbbing pain made me choose to press my warm lips against his, so that his moans would be confined to his throat. This drunk guy didn't help me at all, except for "helping to get an erection," to the point where I started to wonder... maybe this was all just my own need. But once it started, who could stop it? I tried to move my hips back and forth slowly on Peach Lover's lap until everything started to fall into place, then I changed the rhythm and sped up.

 

But it seemed like that wasn't fast enough for a drunk person. From initially remaining still, he suddenly started squeezing my buttocks tightly before beginning to thrust back forcefully, making me cry out loudly!

 

"Ah...ah...ah ah ah...!"

 

I'm no longer the one controlling the game. It's Sasom, who seems to be regaining strength, who's now controlling the game of our love.

 

No words can describe it better than "relentless. The huge, hard shaft thrust in quickly and forcefully until I had to grab onto Sasom's neck and hold on tightly, while the one being hugged sucked and nibbled on my bare neck, leaving marks that were inevitably there for the next day."

 

“Ah!”

 

I couldn't take it anymore. Every time the tip of the penis penetrated me completely...it hit almost every sensitive spot inside! Before long, my bodily fluids flowed out automatically. The pleasure was so intense...it felt like I was suffocating!

 

The drunk person didn't say a word. Their lips and tongue moved up to a tight kiss, before I, sitting on their lap, felt the wetness and copious amount of fluid overflowing from their body. He was finished... finished while holding me tightly in his arms and kissing me....And there was no sign of him letting go of me.

 

Some dreams may fade upon waking. But for collectors, the dream of reaching the "source" is always clear and unchanging.

 

It began as an ordinary day, one that was supposed to happen and end simply...Reclining by the pool, wearing only navy blue shorts, one hand holding the script for an upcoming filming session, the other a refreshing can of chilled plant-based soju.

 

The atmosphere was too perfect for anything bad to happen. Until... someone else steps in: "Plant?!"

 

He hastily put everything down when he saw the look on his loved one's face. The others' eyes were red, their body trembling, and their voice harsh and shaky, filled with anger and sorrow.

 

Tonnam immediately recoiled when Sasom almost managed to grab his wrist. This left the one who had only grasped air stunned and speechless, conveying only a feeling of "incomprehension" in his eyes.

 

"Ton won't be here anymore, Lek."

 

"W-where are you going, Ton?"

 

"Anywhere... *sobs*"

 

"A place where people won't know the origin."

 

"A place where Ton will never see Lek again... never have to see Lek's face again!"

 

All the emotions exploded. The stack of papers that Tonnam had been clutching tightly in his hand was hurled with all his might at the face of Sasom, who was still consumed by confusion.

 

Inside, after composing himself and gathering those pieces of paper to read them, the famous actor Sasom finally understood why his loved one was filled with the cracks of agonising pain...Sasom wanted to pull Tonnam into a tight embrace, but the other party refused, stepping back many steps. The eyes that were once so sweet and loving now looked at him like enemies!

 

“It's not fair!”

 

Yes...it's completely unfair...

 

Sasom never wanted Tonnam to experience something like this against his will, even though he repeatedly asked, "Are you sure?" and Tonnam always assured him, "Absolutely sure." But then, when these things happened... why did all the blame fall solely on Sasom...?

 

"Don't go, Ton. Please," Lek begged.

 

"Release!"

 

"I'll find a way to fix this for you, Ton."

 

"I told you to let me go!"

"Lek, you don't need to help Ton with anything at all."

 

"Just remember that..."

 

"Lek...hic...Lek destroyed Ton's life..."

 

"Lek caused Ton's death, a slow and agonising death!"

 

"Ton...don't go...Ton...don't...Ton...Gasp!"

 

He jolted awake with a violent start, yet all he grasped was an empty, long, desolate Darkness…

 

Realising he wasn't alone, the famous actor quickly turned to look at the person beside him, still naked and fast asleep. The sight through the darkness brought a sense of reassurance... that at least his nightmare wasn't disturbing someone completely unaware, like Po...

 

But the comforting feeling that arose was like a flash of light that shone for just a moment and then vanished... a flood of fear overwhelmed him... until the large figure quickly lay down, then grabbed Po's small, soft body and held him tightly.

I only hope that my fear will be replaced by the warmth of the person by my side...