Personal Manager

Chapter 32 - My wife is very promiscuous.

 

Gun immediately hoisted Kel onto his shoulder and carried him into the room. He wasn't heavy at all, but what annoyed him was his struggling and resistance. After drinking, it was as if the three small women had released all their pent-up emotions, venting everything they had been thinking. Some wanted to quit, others wanted to find new husbands.

 

Thump!

He tossed his wife onto the wide bed, his sharp eyes glaring accusingly. Kel looked back defiantly, gathering his courage for a long time before speaking frankly.

 

"We've only been together a short time, and you're already showing your true colours. Have you fallen out of love?"

 

"When does love fall out? When will your true colours show? It's only you who's stubborn and keeps putting some random stuff into Namneung's head."

 

They really can't be left together. They should make them all sit in the same group as them.

 

"Do you think we're stupid?" the sweet face retorted, tilting up.

 

"This is getting ridiculous. If you're drunk, just go to sleep. I don't want to argue," he said, sighing. 

 

His lips were tightly pressed together, not wanting to say anything more. Seeing his reaction, he thought the other person must be utterly fed up. He lay down, pulling the blanket over himself, feeling deeply hurt. He even turned away, not sleepy yet, but he'd try to force himself to sleep. Go wherever you want, do whatever you want with whoever you want. He could endure being the wronged wife while his husband secretly sought pleasure elsewhere. He was already in love; what else could he do but endure it?

 

*Grab!*

Kantapong climbed into bed and hugged him, even with the blanket separating them. He was the one who'd said he should go to sleep if he were drunk because he didn't want to argue, but now he was the one bothering the smaller figure. He didn't know if he was sulking about this morning or if there was a new issue he'd imagined—that he'd fallen out of love. 

 

The alcohol was really affecting Kel; if he didn't tease him, he'd find a reason to sulk like this. And it seemed like tonight would be the latter, even though he wanted it to be the former. He'd prepared himself thoroughly, but then he'd blurted out, telling his wife to go to bed. Who was he going to... well, you know.

 

"I know you're not asleep," the young model whispered, his voice softening considerably after noticing his strange behaviour. Normally, he would be arguing with him. Or perhaps this time he spoke too harshly.

 

"Don't bother me, I want to sleep," a mumbled voice replied. The sweet face pouted under the blanket, alone, unnoticed by the larger figure.

 

"Okay then, good night and sweet dreams." It was that simple. Gun didn't argue further. But instead, hell kiss the blanket. If he's sleepy, he'll let him sleep. There'll be plenty of time for lovemaking. Rest and recharge before we cuddle again later.

 

Morning would do, he could wait. But now, the sulking man gritted his teeth, thinking that his husband's kiss and goodnight were just a way to lull him into a false sense of security. In reality, he was probably trying to figure out how to escape the room. He knew exactly what he was up to! 

 

Under the blankets in complete darkness, Kel's large, round eyes blinked, unwilling to sleep. Hours passed, and he still tried to listen. He heard a very soft knocking on the door, probably afraid of waking him. The arms that had been embracing him slowly loosened, followed by a rustling sound, as if the door was being opened and then closed again. When the room was silent, Kel slowly lowered the blanket. His bright eyes peered outside like a detective. Then he got out of bed to open the curtains and peek out.

 

Crack!

Before he could even see anything, Kantapong opened the door and came back in, causing the shorter man to look flustered because just a moment ago, he had been pretending to be asleep.

 

"What are you doing awake?" the tall figure asked, knowing full well that the other person wasn't asleep. He noticed the heavy, ragged breathing, as if someone were sleeping.

 

"Where are you going?" Kel didn't answer, but instead fired back a challenging question.

 

"I didn't go anywhere. Man bought this for me," Gun said, handing over the item. It was a clear glass bottle, about the size of a hand, containing a viscous, amber colored liquid.

 

"..."

 

"Are you going back to sleep, or are you going to play a game of scrutinising your husband?" the man with the smirk said, knowing exactly what he was up to.

 

"Am I guilty? Why do I have to be scrutinised?" a clear voice retorted.

 

"No one's at fault, but I have a wife who's very good at overthinking things," Kantapong tossed the bottle onto the bed before stepping closer to the slender figure.

 

"What are you imagining?"

 

"I'm not going to a massage parlour like Namneung told me."

 

"..." Kel's white teeth immediately bit his lower lip, his slender eyebrows furrowed together as if demanding further explanation.

 

"Gun was sitting and drinking, and Man saw Namneung there, so he pretended to talk loudly enough for him to hear. Nan had his back turned, so he didn't know his wife was secretly listening. To make it more believable, he then turned around and invited Tin and me to go to a spa/massage parlour. Everyone wanted to tease Namneung and make him angry at Nan, because he’s usually very obedient to him. We wanted to see him rebel."

 

"How did you know that Namneung told you? He hasn't even said what he's unhappy about yet."

 

"Nuan interrogated him until he completely spilt the beans. They cleared things up until they passed out in bed. Tin also subdued Toey. Now all that's left is my beloved."

 

"And he is still arguing incessantly, and making a face like he was going to kill his own husband," Kant rattled on.

 

Just a moment ago, he saw the group chat buzzing with messages about his wife's misunderstanding. Man confessed to Nanfah that he was teasing him to provoke him into being stubborn, not expecting him to spread the word. He thought they would clear things up between themselves, but Namneung got a severe scolding, while Toey didn't get it as badly because he was already bruised.

 

"Yes, I want to kill him." But the person in front of him now was the most defiant. How could he say he wanted to kill his husband?

 

"Really?" he asked, his dark eyebrows raised with a smile. "..."

 

"Actually, I'd like to get a massage like Ping and Man. I feel like my muscles are aching," he said, his strong arm pulling the slender waist closer. He tried to kiss my cheek.

 

"If you want a massage so badly, then go ahead," Kel retorted, punching his broad chest once with his fist, then pushing his handsome face away.

 

"They reviewed it as very relaxing. The masseuses were all beautiful and spoke nicely."

 

"..." The short person glared, displeased ever since the spa opened at this time. If they wanted to relax so much, they were welcome to go ahead.

 

"But I already have a regular masseuse. So I asked him to buy this bottle of oil for me. Let's try giving each other massages."

 

"No, who would do that?" The slender figure was about to walk away.

 

"I'm not allowing you to sleep anymore," Kandapong pulled the slender arm back before pushing the small back against the dark curtains.

 

"Mmm..." Kel moaned as his waist was squeezed.

 

"How many sentences did you say to your husband today?" His sharp gaze fixed on him, as if he were cornering a prisoner.

 

"..." The slender figure averted his gaze because he was really cursing, making many accusations.

 

"How could you think I showed my true colours? Do you think I've stopped loving you? Huh?" His strong fingers gently lifted his chin, bringing his face back to him.

 

"..." Kel looked, but still didn't say anything. He knew he was wrong, that he had made things up all along.

 

"I love you so much, I can't live without you."

 

Kel's lips were tightly pressed together, and his little heart was pounding. It wasn't that he had never been told "I love you," it wasn't that he had never heard sweet words like that, but he couldn't control himself at all. His boyfriend's voice was so beautiful and melodious.

 

"Hmm..."

 

His lips curved in a deep kiss, Gun tried to thrust his hot tongue into Kels beautiful mouth. Their hot breaths mingled, almost unbearable. His beloved wife slowly parted his lips, eliciting the intoxicating sensation, and he closed his eyes to savour the tenderness. Kel's slender hands moved up to grip Gun’s broad shoulders firmly, squeezing harder when he felt the tingling sensation. They exchanged saliva without stopping, and at times Kandapong playfully nipped the tip of Kels's small tongue.

 

"Mmm," Kel moaned sweetly, lingering until he was satisfied before the sharp-featured face finally pulled away.

 

"You know I never intended to cheat, right?" he asked with a serious expression.

 

"Mm-hmm," the shorter person nodded.

 

"Hmm?" But the listener wanted a more detailed answer.

 

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm sorry for accusing you of no longer loving me." The stubborn and rebellious person from the beginning has disappeared, leaving only a lovely wife. He obeys his husband in everything.

 

"No, you have to massage me all night as atonement," a smirk played on his lips. "I don't know how to massage."

 

"Is there anything my wife can't do? Don't lie." When it comes to sex, Gun thinks Kel is already capable. If she can't do it, they would probably be ready to learn.

 

"Then go to bed. Take off your clothes too," the beautiful lips replied seductively.

 

"I'll take yours off for you, and you can take mine off for me," Gun said, lifting his lover's shirt.

 

"My hands are too quick," he grumbled, but his body was cooperating perfectly. He stood still, allowing the other person to remove the restraints until he was completely naked. Every inch of his smooth, white body was tempting to behold. Gun couldn't help but swallow hard, like a man consumed by hunger. As he pulled Kel into an embrace and caressed him, he noticed the faint, familiar scent of his body, mixed with the smell of alcohol. Strong fingertips playfully teased his left nipple, while his burning lips claimed the right one.

 

"Ah! Ow!" Kel flinched when Gun bit his nipple.

 

"My love," the handsome face pulled away and whispered hoarsely, making the smaller figure tremble with desire to enter the arena of love.

 

"Let me take some off for you, too," the sweet face now showed a mischievous glint. The tall man grinned mischievously. This is how his wife acts when he wants to be in control.

 

Kel intently unbuttoned his boyfriend's pants, deliberately letting his hand brush against his bulging crotch, sending shivers down his spine. Gun groaned softly, his blood surging, until only his underwear remained, revealing his dragon ready for battle. He left that part alone for now, needing to remove his upper garments.

 

"So firm!" I'm well aware that I often compliment the model's six-pack. I love the feeling of touching those firm, rippling muscles.

 

"Ah"

 

They both got into bed, with Gun lying flat underneath and Kel straddling him. His beautiful curves pressed against his crotch, still covered by a thin layer of fabric. He leaned over to pick up the bottle of oil that Man had bought for him, opening it delicately while his sweet, alluring eyes tantalised the man below. His handsome face was filled with overwhelming desire, evident from the tight clenching of his jaw as he tried to suppress his emotions.

 

"Ah!" Kel twitched his body as Gun raised his knees, causing the part that was already poking his sensitive groove to grind even harder.

 

"Big butt," his hot palm moved down to squeeze and caress. Round, firm, and supple, it could withstand any impact.

 

"Mmm, yours is big too," Kel reached back to caress it. Kant groaned softly, unable to suppress a smile at being complimented.

 

"Which massage do you want?" the tall man asked as the slender man busied himself with a bottle of oil, now pouring it onto his palm. The scent...The aroma filled the entire room.

 

"It's up to you, customer. Just tell me where you'd like to start," the pretty face replied confidently, his beautiful lips even more so. His smile is enough to melt the hearts of those who see him. Kel must have forgotten what he said earlier about not knowing how to do it.

 

"Let's start here," Kant said, taking his hand and placing it on his chest. "Can I apply oil and then lick it again?" Kel usually liked to lick these firm muscles.

 

"No, it could be dangerous if the oil gets in your mouth." It was like a teacher telling a kindergarten child not to do that. (Kel blinked.) I understand, but the person is stubborn.

 

"I want to lick you first," he stated his desire.

 

"But it's already messy. Just use your hands," 

 

Gun gently stroked Kel's beautiful hands over his chest. After a while, he let him do it himself. The fragrant, smooth texture only intensified Kel's physical sensations.

 

"Ah, that feels good," Kel said as Kant playfully thrust his hips.

 

"Ah"

 

He rubbed the sticky fluid down his stomach until the model's skin glistened. Then the sexy masseuse got off his lover, wanting to remove the last piece of clothing. His strong hips lifted as his slender hands pulled down Gun’s underwear. His manhood sprang erect, standing proudly, his lust undoubtedly overflowing.

 

"I like it," the small lips murmured, before swallowing.

 

"If you're going to eat it, don't put the oil on it yet," Gun said knowingly, knowing his wife liked oral sex. The listener immediately nodded, his sweet face leaning closer.

Normally, he'd use his hand to help put it in his mouth, but now his hands were useless because they were messy. 

 

Damn it, Gun might die right there just because his wife put his hands behind his back and opened his mouth to cover his hard, erect penis. Kel would probably be afraid that he couldn't control himself and would grab it with his hands. If that happened, he wouldn't be able to continue sucking it.

 

"Ah, deep," Gun moaned in pleasure as the tip went all the way into the other's throat.

 

"Ugh!" There he goes, choking. Kel spat out the ice cream stick with a pitiful expression, tears welling up in her eyes.

 

"naughty"

 

"I want to know how deep it can go," Kel said, smiling through his tears. Kant then got up, flipped Kel over, spread his slender legs apart, and began licking the entrance of his passaway, licking until his beautiful buttocks were lifted into the air.

 

"Ah...oh," Kel moaned, and his body tensed up. His sharp face pulled away before he picked up a bottle of oil, lifting his leg high to make their lovemaking even more prominent. He licked his lips again, even though he had just kissed him.

 

The sweetness I just tasted was probably due to my wife's alluring cleavage, tempting my eyes.

 

"What are you going to do, darling?" the smaller figure asked.

 

"I'll pour oil in here and massage the hole," Gun replied and immediately got to work.

 

"Ah, that's a warm sensation," Kel twitched once, reaching to touch his own body and finding it already wet. He could sense that the semen was overflowing.

 

"Stay still."

 

"Ah..." Kel's slender lips let out a sweet moan as Gun’s strong fingers slid inside. With that, the lubricant lubricated the opening, spreading smoothly. The slipperiness was a great help. Normally, if Gun used his fingers to prepare the way in the beginning, Kel would feel pain, but this time it didn't hurt at all. The intense pleasure made him tremble and arch his back repeatedly.

 

"Hmm, sexy."

 

"So...so deep. Ah, oh, mmm..." Kel could hear the wet, squelching sounds of Kant inserting and withdrawing his fingers. It might sound lewd, but Kel loved it.

 

"I can't take it anymore," Gun said through gritted teeth, about to bring his younger brother to the entrance of the cave.

 

"W-wait, not yet!" But the other person interrupted him before he could finish, and also tried to close his legs to prevent him from entering.

 

"Hmm?" His handsome face was full of question marks.

 

"I want to give you a body massage, Kant. Lie down quickly."

 

"But Gun wants to penetrate now." Just using his mouth on it is enough to make it fully erect—no need for further massage.

 

"This is a masseuse, listen to me," he retorted with his usual stubborn expression.

 

"Okay," the big man gave in completely. He lay down, letting the other person do as they pleased. He would let them play whatever they wanted, determined to hold back and not release prematurely. 

 

Now, the sweet face wore a wide, satisfied smile. He poured oil onto the tip of the bright red penis until it was wet and dripping down the shaft, which was adorned with veins. Then, he gently touched the crease with his fingers.

 

"Seeds," Gun groaned, and then Kel switched to a vigorous up-and-down motion.

 

"Mmm, ah, darling, does it feel good?" He asked, moaning louder as he spoke. Hearing that, Gun couldn't resist.

 

"You're going to die soon, my dear. Get in quickly," he said.

 

"Okay," Kel said, lifting his slender legs to sit and grind his sensitive groove against the large shaft. Kant had told him to get on top because he wanted to penetrate him, not for him to sit on him and rub the groove like this.

"That troublemaker," he couldn't help but say.

 

"Do you think I'm being persistent?" Kel's hips swayed back and forth, his small hands resting on his beautiful curves as she asked the question, her gaze incredibly hot.

 

"Very stubborn," Kandapong replied truthfully.

 

"So, does Kant think I'm promiscuous?"

 

...This time, the listener had no answer."

 

"Am I a slut? Hmm, Kel is grinding his butt against his like that, so go ahead and call me a slut. Go ahead, I won't be angry." His face contorted in a pleading expression.

I heard my husband cursing at me.

 

"Ah, shove it in." Even now, Kant still didn't say what he wanted. "Hmm, am I being slutty?" Kel asked again, but then he grabbed the hot rod and shoved it into his hole. Both of their bodies were covered in slippery massage oil.

 

"Ah, so tight," the lips curled into a smile as they spat out the words, ejaculating into the narrow passage, pressing down to suck in the swollen head.

 

"Gun is insulting him again. Insulting him again. Ugh...."

 

"That's enough, I don't want to say any more," a soft, deep voice said. At this moment, their bodies were pressed together as one, the shaft of his love having entered and greeted the sensitive spot.

 

"Go ahead, say what you want me to say," Kel nodded a couple of times.

 

"Ahhhh"

 

"Is that a slut? Ah!"

 

"He's a flirt; my wife is very flirtatious." 

 

Hearing his husband say that, his slender lips curved into a wide smile, his face flushed with embarrassment, and his beautiful hips started shaking the stump immediately.

 

"Mmm, that feels so good."

"Ah, Kel is just too good."

 

Their hands clasped tightly together. Kel moved his body violently, trembling, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing softly. The young model's eyes were blurry. I'm overwhelmed by my wife's amazing moves and techniques, from biting his lip to his relentless thrusting. He's incredibly skilled at being on top.

 

"Mmm, ahh... But I'm only flirtatious with my husband, ahh."

 

"Ah, yes, I know."

 

The lovemaking proceeded with the one on top taking control. Kant loved lying there watching, enjoying the tight opening squeezing his semen out of Kel until he was breathless. As they neared their climax, their hands separated. Kel pushed against his strong chest while they thrust rhythmically, while Kant squeezed Kel’s slender waist hard. Both released their desires almost simultaneously, his small body convulsing as he received the fluid from his hot shaft.

 

"Mmm..." he felt weak instantly. Kel leaned down and kissed his lover's lips. They exchanged kisses once more before Gun took the lead. He flipped Kel’s slender body over, while their bodies remained connected.

 

"Now it's my turn”, Gun said, his sharp eyes gazing deeply into Kel's beautiful eyes before he kissed his forehead.

 

"Darling, if he acts flirtatiously, you have to spank him."

 

"Why do you want to be called a slut so much?" he asked back, curious.

 

"Well...when Kant cursed me with that word, I felt aroused and wanted to be penetrated. This evening, he desperately wanted to take off his clothes, but also wanted to play in the water."

 

"So, between the sea and the stream, which do you want to play in?"

 

"Your water"

Slap!

 

"Mmm, that feels so good." Kant slapped Kel's round buttocks, making him tremble instantly. 

 

"It doesn't hurt," Kel said, "just a tingling sensation, a desire to be spanked."

 

"You little rascal, Kant is going to give you a good pounding, just you wait and see."

 

"If you can't get up, you have to carry me out to watch the sunrise," because they had both agreed to go see the beautiful view together. The atmosphere was romantic. It must be paired with sweet love.

 

"Okay, I'll carry you." And then the second and third rounds of lovemaking followed until the little one passed out. The young model smiled happily, carefully washing the massage oil off his body and dressing him properly. Kel was conscious but still held him tightly in his arms. They were so close, where could he escape to? Gun kissed and caressed him until he also fell asleep.

 

As expected, Kel wasn't awake in the early morning. Kant got up to wash his face, brush his teeth, and get dressed before turning his attention back to the figure lying there.  Sometimes, while Kel’s asleep, Gun will change his clothes, but changing into new ones requires taking off the old ones, waking his wife from his slumber.

 

"Ah," as desired, Kel was now conscious.

 

Lick, lick, lick

Gun licked the vividly colored opening he had been penetrating all night, feeling hands gripping his hair, small feet tensing and spreading apart.

 

"Darling," the slender figure woke up completely.

 

"Wake up! Let's go watch the sunrise."

 

"Is this how you woke me up?"

 

"Do you like it?" Kant asked with a smile.

 

"Yes, but I'll be late. I'll come back to lick you later. Let me go wash my face first." With that, he sprang into the bathroom. Kant couldn't believe his eyes. He'd put Kel to sleep almost three hours before waking him up at this time, but Kel was acting all weird, like a crazy person.

 

The battery was fully charged, and it lasted longer than I ever imagined. After a while, he walked out completely naked.

 

"Stop it! You're not getting it!" A slender finger pointed at his face as he said, looking incredibly adorable.

 

"Tee" Gun stood with his arms crossed, watching his wife get dressed. Before putting on his pants, he even turned to give him a flirtatious look and playfully stroked his buttocks. It was enough to send a blush down his spine.

 

"I'm done," said the sweet-faced man, smiling brightly as he walked over and hugged his boyfriend around the waist.

 

*Kiss*

Kantapong kissed Kel's soft cheek once before leading him out of the room. Now they saw the sun rising above the horizon. It was good that Kel had grabbed a thin blanket.

 

They had both come along, so they spread a mat on the sand to sit on. Gun’s strong arm wrapped around Kel's small shoulder, and he nestled close to his chest as they admired the beauty of nature together, gazing out at the vast expanse of water. "I love you," Kel said, pulling away. They looked into each other's eyes.

 

"I love you too."

 

As soon as the model finished speaking, the shorter man leaned up and kissed the other's lips. Kant lost his balance slightly and used his hands to steady himself in the sand, completely caught off guard. His wife attacked too quickly. When Gun regained his composure, he moved his dirty hands to caress him intimately, their lips still locked together.

 

Shhh!

The sound of a shutter clicked from behind. Ping had gone out to take pictures of nature, but stumbled upon a loving couple kissing and caressing. He seized the opportunity to capture the memorable moment. Gun and Kel heard the sound and pulled away to look, then burst into happy laughter before turning back to kiss each other again. 

 

The sun was high in the sky, and the air was getting warmer, but perhaps not as warm as the bodies of the two of them.