An hour later, the entanglement on the sofa in the living room finally came to an end. Ranee emerged from the bathroom wearing a clean white bathrobe, stepping into the private bedroom adjacent to Thada's master bedroom.
She lifted her gaze to a clock mounted on the wall. It seemed to be the only object that didn't match the rest of the furnishings and decorations in this modern penthouse. It was a cheap wall clock—one that had once hung in his cramped rented room over ten years ago. The black metal hands were frozen against a yellowed plastic face beneath fogged glass, showing exactly 6:00 p.m.—the time shortly before that incident had occurred.
He must have deliberately left it like this, she thought. Her mind drifted back to that rain-soaked day—until the vivid image of crimson blood mixing with the pouring rain suddenly intruded, snapping her back into panic.
Her legs gave out and she sank onto the sofa, her face drained of color. At the same moment, Thada—freshly showered and fully dressed—walked out of his private room. His expression was still cold. He stopped in front of her and extended something in his hand, issuing a flat command.
"I bought this especially for you."
His words made her face go numb. Her delicate brows knitted tightly as she stared at what lay in his palm. It was oval-shaped, made of soft silicone, about four or five inches long, with a thin pull-string attached—and shockingly pink.
Seeing her reaction only deepened the smile on his lips.
"Put it into that filthy hole of yours," he said coolly. "Push it in deep. Unless you want it slipping out and advertising your sluttiness to everyone."
"What?! You—" she shrieked, eyes wide in disbelief.
Thada smiled faintly. "Don't play innocent. You already have a husband. You've got a child. And you just slept with me. Don't tell me you still don't know what this thing is for."
He shoved the obscene object into her hand and said firmly, "Do it. Now."
Grinding her teeth, she glared at the despicable man. After standing frozen for several long minutes, she finally closed her eyes and, trembling, slipped the humiliating object beneath her robe. Holding her breath, she used her fingers to press it inside—deep—just like inserting a tampon.
Because her body still bore unmistakable traces of Thada, it took only moments for her to feel it lodged snugly inside her lower belly. Her cheeks burned hot with a mix of humiliation and rage.
Thada slipped a hand into the pocket of his slacks and pulled out another object, raising it casually. She looked up at it in confusion. What kind of insane toy was that now? Why did it look so much like a car key remote?
The realization hit her, and her face went blank.
Click.
The instant Thada pressed the button, her eyes flew wide as she felt the device swell—and then begin to vibrate rapidly inside her most intimate place.
"Thada, you're going too far," she hissed through clenched teeth, her sweet face flushed deep red.
But he merely lifted one corner of his mouth in a teasing smirk, ignoring her completely as he turned and walked toward the large sofa.
"I'll give you ten minutes to get properly dressed," he said calmly. "Then I'll take you shopping."
He dropped into the sofa and crossed his legs, looking utterly relaxed—yet his fingers never left the small remote.
"Ah—" She let out a short, involuntary moan, biting her lip and frowning hard. Anger clenched her heart. Thada was truly going too far, treating her like nothing more than a tool to satisfy his desires.
But no matter how furious she felt, she had no choice. She could only stand up, clenching her thighs together, and walk away—her curvaceous body moving stiffly back toward the bedroom to change clothes—while the cursed toy continued vibrating relentlessly inside her.
Half an hour later, she appeared at the shopping mall on the lower floors of the building, her tall, slender figure wrapped in a tight, bright-red dress. The skirt was short—barely two handspans long—as she walked beside Thada Thrap-osot, the man who had now become her creditor.
As they walked together, he frequently cast sideways glances downward at that spot, his face adorned with the smile of a victor—a smile laced with mockery and satisfaction as he watched her walk stiffly, thighs pressed together, her movements clearly unnatural.
"Walk properly," he leaned down and whispered in her ear with a chuckle. "What's with that posture? Trying to draw attention? Or do you like it when men stare at you?"
She shot him a sharp glare and whispered back, "Stop pressing that damn remote. When is this going to be enough?"
"That's how you beg people?" he replied with a grin, feigning innocence, then chuckled low in his throat. "Heh. Heh."
She had no choice. The toy made her so flustered that she nearly let out a soft moan, and the tiny black lace panties she wore were doing little to contain the thick, sticky wetness seeping out—despite the sanitary liner she'd added as a precaution.
Because his… fluid… had been that abundant.
When her nose caught the unmistakable, intimate scent of a man, her anxiety only deepened. She hurriedly warned herself:
This won't do. If he keeps playing with me like this, in just a few more minutes I'll— I'll completely lose control.
That level of humiliation was simply… unbearable.
"Ah…" Ranee let out a soft moan, exhaling a breath tinged with desire before mustering the courage to speak in a barely audible voice. "I… I'm begging you. Could you please stop for now?"
Thada lifted the corner of his mouth, glancing at her with an amused gaze. Then he bent down and whispered teasingly,
"Want me to help you? Let's go back to the car—my parking spot in the basement."
"I'm begging you… please take it out," she pleaded through clenched teeth.
The smile on his lips deepened. "Heh. So you do know how to beg. Funny—when I used to beg you back then, why didn't you ever speak like this?"