Chapter 13: Toxic Love (NC-17)

“What has happened? Of late, Sir Ramdecha has not visited our house,” Lord Noradit remarked during dinner with his twin daughters.

“I told him myself, Father,” La-Orchan replied quickly, her voice steady though her expression betrayed a hint of unease. “I felt it was unnecessary for him to visit so often and bring gifts for the house.”

The truth was far more direct. La-Orchan had already spoken to Sir Ramdecha candidly, telling him she did not reciprocate his feelings and requesting that he redirect his attentions to another woman. She had urged him to stop frequenting their house, for it only led to unwarranted misunderstandings.

Lord Noradit raised an eyebrow, his face reflecting both curiosity and doubt. His tone was inquisitive as he asked, “You two don’t have any feelings for each other?”

“I hold no special affection for Sir Ramdecha,” La-Orchan replied firmly, her voice leaving no room for ambiguity.

Lord Noradit pondered her words, his expression thoughtful. “But he is a fine gentleman—well-born, with a promising future. If our families were to be joined, his lineage would undoubtedly bring benefit to ours.”

As Lord Noradit spoke about the importance of strengthening alliances through marriage, La-Orduen, who had been silently listening to the conversation, softly interjected.

“Father is right. A union like this could greatly benefit our family,” she said, her gaze shifting to La-Orchan. Her eyes glimmered with hope, silently urging her twin sister to agree with the proposed match.

La-Orchan froze, her chest tightening under the weight of mounting pressure. Her lips pressed into a firm line, and her weary eyes betrayed the turmoil within her. Yet, she concealed her true emotions behind an impassive mask, refusing to reveal even a hint of her inner struggle.

Suddenly, Saiyood, La-Orchan’s trusted maid, entered the room, her expression filled with urgency. She cast a meaningful glance at her mistress, silently conveying a message that only La-Orchan could understand.

La-Orchan’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion, but as their eyes met, the unspoken communication became clear. Without a word, she rose to her feet and followed Saiyood out of the room, leaving her father and sister behind, both watching her departure with puzzled expressions.

La-Orduen turned to lock eyes with Saibua, her loyal maid. Her sharp, commanding gaze conveyed an unspoken order to uncover the truth. Understanding her mistress’s intent, Saibua gave a subtle nod before quietly slipping out of the room to follow them.

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As soon as Saiyood delivered the news that Phiengwad, her beloved, had fallen gravely ill, La-Orchan’s heart sank. Worry coursed through her, making it impossible to stay still. Without hesitation, she rushed to Phiengwad’s residence with Saiyood by her side.

When they arrived, they were met by Gulab, who stood waiting at the door, her expression tense and filled with concern. La-Orchan quickened her pace, following the trusted maid into the house without delay.

Reaching the bedroom, she found Phiengwad lying motionless on the bed. Her face was pale, lips dry and devoid of color. Gulab silently led La-Orchan into the room before discreetly stepping out, leaving the two alone.

La-Orchan approached the bed cautiously, her heart aching at the sight of her beloved in such a fragile state. Her delicate hand reached out to gently touch Phiengwad’s forehead, her lips pressed into a tight line, and her eyes radiating worry. She softly called out to her lover.

“P’Phiengwad,” she whispered. But before she could say more, Phiengwad’s eyes fluttered open suddenly. Without warning, she threw her arms around La-Orchan in a tight embrace.

“Ah!” La-Orchan gasped in shock.

Phiengwad quickly raised a finger to her lips. “Shh, don’t be so loud. If my father and mother hear, we’ll be in trouble.”

La-Orchan frowned, her brows knitting together. “You lied to me about being unwell, didn’t you?”

Phiengwad’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “I just wanted to see if you’d be worried about me,” she replied, her fingers tracing teasingly along La-Orchan’s arm.

“I missed you so much. Did you know that?” Phiengwad whispered playfully into her lover’s ear.

“We just saw each other last night,” La-Orchan scolded, her voice firm but tinged with affection.

“True, we saw each other last night, but I still can’t stop thinking about you today, La-Orchan,” Phiengwad pouted, resting her head on her lover’s shoulder with a look of playful sulking. “Do you know someone said something unpleasant to me today?” she added, her tone soft and almost whining, as though she were confiding a grievance.

“My father and brother both said that Sir Ramdecha would be a perfect match for you,” Phiengwad revealed, her delicate lips pressing into a slight pout as her beautiful face crumpled like a child throwing a tantrum. “I really don’t like it when they say things like that.”

La-Orchan couldn’t help but laugh softly. “P’Phiengwad knows full well that I don’t have feelings for him.”

“I do know,” Phiengwad replied, still sounding like a sulking child. “But hearing my father and brother say such things upset me terribly. Deep down, it made me feel uneasy.” She paused, falling silent for a moment before flashing a sweet smile and leaning in closer. “That’s why I thought I needed someone to comfort me because I’m so heartbroken.”

La-Orchan shook her head with a fond smile, looking at her beloved with gentle amusement. “P’Phiengwad is so cunning,” she teased.

“But I’m only cunning with you, La-Orchan,”

Phiengwad countered, her lips curving into a sly grin.

La-Orchan smiled back, her heart softening further. “Then how should I comfort you, P’Phiengwad?”

“You could start by kissing me for once,” Phiengwad suggested sweetly, her voice dripping with charm.

La-Orchan felt the heat rush to her face, her cheeks instantly flushed with a soft crimson hue.

"No, P'Phiengwad," she murmured softly. "It's broad daylight. What if someone sees us? What will we do then?"

"This is my bedroom, La-Orchan," Phiengwad replied sweetly, her voice laced with assurance. "No one will see us here, I promise. No one will know what we’re doing."

Her slender hand slid gently along La-Orchan's slender waist, sending shivers through her body. Leaning closer, Phiengwad whispered into her lover’s ear, her warm breath grazing the delicate skin, “We just have to make sure we don’t make too much noise.”

A mischievous smile spread across Phiengwad’s lips as she swiftly took hold of La-Orchan’s wrist and gently tugged her down, causing the younger woman to tumble onto her. Laughter, bright and carefree, echoed through the room.

“P’Phiengwad!” La-Orchan gasped, her voice a soft mix of surprise and embarrassment. She instinctively raised a small hand to lightly thump her lover’s shoulder, her eyes filled with a shy, flustered sparkle.

Phiengwad gazed into La-Orchan’s eyes with a deep, enticing intensity, her lips curving into a challenging smirk as though daring her lover to take the lead for once.

La-Orchan’s eyes reflected a mixture of bashfulness and affection. Succumbing to the moment, she hesitated briefly before lifting a gentle hand to caress Phiengwad’s face. Her fingers brushed lightly across her lover’s smooth skin, and then she leaned in to press a soft, tentative kiss on the edge of Phiengwad’s cheek, slow and delicate.

But Phiengwad was never one to hold back. In a swift, fluid motion, she rolled La-Orchan onto her back, positioning herself above her. Her gaze smoldering, she leaned down and claimed La-Orchan’s lips in a bold, fervent kiss that was equal parts teasing and demanding.

The intensity left La-Orchan breathless. Her resistance melted away as she surrendered to the overwhelming passion of the moment. Her delicate fingers found their way to Phiengwad’s silken hair, tangling and gripping tightly as she yielded to the rush of emotions, caught up in the relentless wave of desire that consumed them both.

Phiengwad pulled away from the kiss, watching as La-Orchan’s breath came in heavy, uneven gasps, her body still trembling from the lingering sensations coursing through her. With a delicate touch, Phiengwad traced her slender fingers across La-Orchan’s lips, her gaze filled with tender affection. She then gently helped her lover sit up.

Slowly, Phiengwad guided La-Orchan to her feet and led her toward a large mirror, its reflective surface capturing the elegant image of the two of them together. Phiengwad stood behind La-Orchan, their bodies pressed closely together.

A teasing smile played on Phiengwad’s lips as she leaned down to whisper softly in La-Orchan’s ear, her voice low and possessive, as if she was completely in control.

“Take off your clothes and touch yourself for me.”

The sultry tone in her voice was an irresistible command, tempting La-Orchan to strip before the mirror. La-Orchan hesitated, her wide eyes reflecting her uncertainty. She had never seen this side of Phiengwad before. Her gaze shifted to the mirror, meeting Phiengwad’s through the glass, questioning silently.

Phiengwad’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she whispered again, her voice laced with playful insistence.

“If you want to make me feel better, my sweet La-Orchan, you’ll have to do as I say.”

In this moment, Phiengwad made La-Orchan’s heart tremble uncontrollably. She gazed at her willful lover standing before her, unable to resist the command given. The intoxicating grip of love, deeply rooted in her heart, overpowered any vow she had once made. Helpless against the force of her emotions, La-Orchan surrendered entirely, allowing Phiengwad to guide her body and soul wherever her lover desired.

La-Orchan took a deep breath as her hands reached to remove the final piece of clothing from her body. The hesitation in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a gaze of quiet surrender. Her bare figure reflected in the large mirror, while Phiengwad stood close behind her, their bodies so near that La-Orchan could feel the warmth radiating from her lover’s skin.

“Good girl… La-Orchan,”

Phiengwad whispered huskily into her ear, her voice both tender and commanding. Her hand gently traced along La-Orchan’s slender arm, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

La-Orchan closed her eyes briefly, letting the touch awaken her senses. Then, Phiengwad’s voice came again, low and enticing, “Now… touch yourself for me.”

The repeated command brought a deep blush to La-Orchan’s cheeks, but the intensity of the atmosphere left her unable to refuse. Slowly, she raised her hands, beginning to explore her own body as Phiengwad had asked. Her slender fingers glided across her smooth skin, each movement deliberate. Behind her, Phiengwad’s eyes fixated on the reflection in the mirror, a look of undeniable satisfaction on her face.

“You’re so beautiful…”

Phiengwad whispered, her voice filled with reverence as her hand gently rested on La-Orchan’s hip. Her eyes glimmered with unrestrained desire.

La-Orchan began to move slowly, her fingers venturing to the deepest parts of herself. Sweet moans spilled from her lips with every movement, her body twisting and writhing under the weight of her longing.

Phiengwad watched the scene before her with a smile brimming with infatuation. Her hands caressed La-Orchan’s waist and hips, her touch firm yet tender, before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to La-Orchan’s smooth shoulder.

“You’re doing so well… just like that,” Phiengwad murmured, her tone soft yet charged with passion.

La-Orchan trembled, her moans growing louder as her body quaked, struggling to maintain balance. Phiengwad held her steady, supporting her as she gave in to the overwhelming sensations.

“P’Phiengwad…” La-Orchan’s voice was breathless, broken by the rising waves of pleasure that threatened to consume her.

Phiengwad didn’t hesitate. Her hand slid to La-Orchan’s most sensitive spot, her movements intensifying with practiced ease. Her skilled fingers amplified the rhythm, driving La-Orchan’s body to arch and writhe in her embrace.

The room filled with the sound of La-Orchan’s sweet cries before her body tensed, trembling violently in release. Tears of ecstasy welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror—a bare figure entwined with Phiengwad, an image of love and fiery passion that would remain etched in her memory forever.

Phiengwad smiled in satisfaction before leaning down to kiss La-Orchan’s lips. “You’re just too adorable… La-Orchan.”

La-Orchan leaned against Phiengwad, her body seeking comfort, as she whispered softly, “I’m so tired of how easily I give in to you.”

Phiengwad smirked, her eyes reflecting sheer delight as she admired La-Orchan’s reflection in the mirror. Leaning in, she kissed her lover again, the sweet caress of her lips growing steadily more intense and fiery.

“Come here,”

Phiengwad whispered, guiding La-Orchan’s weakened body toward the bed.

At the edge of the bed, Phiengwad gently eased La-Orchan down, her slender hands trailing across her lover’s smooth skin. Her gaze, fixed on La-Orchan, was filled with unrestrained adoration.

La-Orchan looked up at Phiengwad, her eyes brimming with anticipation and longing. “P’Phiengwad…”

Phiengwad didn’t respond with words, only a small, knowing smile. Slowly, she began to remove her own clothing, each piece slipping to the floor, leaving her body bare. Her elegant form was revealed in full, drawing an audible gulp from La-Orchan. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, a mixture of shyness and desire radiating from her.

Phiengwad’s smile deepened as she climbed onto the bed, lowering herself until their bodies pressed against one another. The contact of their bare skin sent shivers through them both, the sensation spreading like waves of warmth.

“This time, I’ll make you feel even more pleasure than before,” Phiengwad murmured, her husky voice brushing against La-Orchan’s ear. She then placed a kiss on her lover’s slender neck, her lips trailing across her body with deliberate care and passion.

A soft moan escaped La-Orchan’s lips as Phiengwad’s lips and tongue found her most sensitive spot. Phiengwad’s fingers continued to trace the curves of her body, coaxing La-Orchan to arch into every touch, her movements uncontrollable.

Phiengwad moved lower, her lips and tongue working in harmony with her hands, which began exploring La-Orchan’s depths once more. Sweet moans filled the room as La-Orchan’s body writhed in sheer ecstasy.

“P’Phiengwad... ah...” La-Orchan called out softly, her voice trembling with pleasure.

Phiengwad looked up, her eyes meeting those of her lover, who was lost in a blissful haze. Her smile was gentle yet laced with undeniable passion as she leaned down again, continuing to bring La-Orchan to the heights of pleasure.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, the shared intimacy between them transforming this moment into one neither of them would ever forget

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