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รวมเรื่องสั้นเผ็ดร้อน สนองความใคร่ ปลุกความหื่นในตัว เหมาะสำหรับผู้อ่านเฉพาะกลุ่มค่ะ ประเดิมเรื่องแรกเป็นเรื่องของเจ๊หมวยแม่ค้าข้าวแกงสุดแซบหม้ายผัวทิ้งกับธนา(ใหญ่)หนุ่ม นักศึกษาร้อนเงิน ข้าวแกงที่ว่าเผ็ดยังเด็ดไม่เท่าเจ๊หมวย เรื่องนี้เป็นเรื่องราวของ "ธนาหรือใหญ่" เด็กหนุ่มผู้มีฐานะทางบ้านยากจน ร้อนเงิน เขามีหน้าตาหล่อเหลาคมเข้มตามแบบฉบับหนุ่มใต้แดนสะตอ ธนาเดินทางมาเรียนมหาวิทยาลัยที่เมืองกรุง เขาพยายามทำทุกวิถีทางเพื่อลดค่าใช้จ่ายลง แล้วเขาก็พบกับวิธีที่ดีที่สุดคือ การเข้ามาเป็นลูกจ้างร้านข้าวแกงเจ๊หมวยหุ่นสุดแซบ ที่มีสวัสดิการ ให้ที่พักฟรี กินฟรี แล้วเขายังมีโอกาสได้ดู ได้เห็นอะไรฟรีฟรีอีกด้วย และนี่ก็เป็นจุดเริ่มต้นของประสบการณ์ใหม่ที่แสนตื่นเต้นของเขา

โดนแค่นี้ทำเป็นสำออย อย่าคิดว่าฉันพิศวาสนายนะ นายมันก็แค่เครื่องบำบัดความใคร่ตอนฉันเงี่ยนเท่านั้นแหละ จำใส่หัวนายไว้เลย ตั้งแต่นี้ต่อไปนายคือทาสของฉัน ฉันอยากทำตอนไหน เวลาไหน นายก็ต้องมานอนอ้าขาให้ฉันเอา

I don't kick up a fuss when Jasper Sutton's childhood sweetheart once again takes my spot in the front passenger seat. Instead, I obediently head to the backseat to sit with his good friend, Jonathan Clayton. When we drive along a bumpy road, my knee brushes against Jonathan's toned thigh. I deliberately leave it there, and he doesn't move. We stop for a break at a rest area. Jasper's childhood sweetheart clings to him as they head to the restroom. As soon as the door is shut, Jonathan grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. As I descend into the throes of passion, I can't help thinking it's no wonder people like to cheat.

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

Lewis Gordon says he likes older women. Seeing that he's young, energetic, and good in bed, I agree to be his girlfriend. But when he runs into me with his friends while I'm dressed in business attire, he is stunned and doesn't know how to react. Then, he quickly introduces me. "She's just a neighbor like an auntie." What? Middle-aged? I immediately break up with him. He sends a clumsy explanation, "When you dress like a middle-aged woman, it's really embarrassing for me." I block him and don't bother replying. Five years later, I bring my son along to celebrate my husband's godfather's birthday. Lewis shows up, holding hands with his girlfriend. When he hears my son call Johann Tucker "Grandpa Johann," he pulls a long face. He blurts, "This is my son, right? He should be calling him great-grandfather." I shoot him a look of pure disgust. "He's not your son." Lewis points at my son's face and sneers, "Look at his eyes and his face. He looks exactly like me. How can you still insist he's not my son?" All I can think of is my extremely jealous husband. If he hears Lewis claiming that he's my son's father, will he go crazy and kill him?

To get rid of our pup and date with his assistant on Valentine's Day, my mate Marcus forced our injured pup to go rock climbing and poisoned him. When I rushed my dying pup to the hospital, I unexpectedly saw my mate accompanying his assistant for a prenatal checkup. Our terrified pup lay convulsing from the poison, but Marcus didn’t even care about him. "He's just an Omega. If he was a proper wolf, he'd heal instantly!" I clutched the $100 million Moonlight Blessing herb in my pocket. I accidentally found it in the forest this morning. I was planning to tell him the good news today. But now? It was time to break this five-year mate bond.

Moving on and asking herself why her fiancé didn't show up on their wedding, Callie decided to take another leap in life. After losing her mother and brother in a car accident, her work, her fiancé, working in a coffee shop in Canada's bustling street can be a good start. But just when she's about to begin another chapter of her life, a familiar scent annihilated her focus. Ethan, the boy next door, is starting to get into her nerves. She did everything just to keep him away from her but the more she tried to drift away from him, he's taking twofold steps to close the distance between them. Once a hater, Callie found herself embarking in a love affair with Ethan. Ngunit hanggang saan nga ba ang kakayanin ng kanilang pagmamahalan? Could Callie handle the truth about Ethan?

ผมชื่อเจย์เดน รูปหล่อ พ่อรวย แถมกรวยผมใหญ่มาก ผมตกหลุมรักพี่แป้งพี่สาวข้างบ้านมาตั้งแต่เด็ก ตั้งแต่กรวยผมอันแค่นี้เอง.. แอร์ในห้องเปิดเย็นฉ่ำก็เป็นตามที่คิดไว้ เจ้าของห้องจอมขี้เซายังคงนอนหลับสนิทสบายอารมณ์อยู่บนเตียง ผมเดินเข้าไปไปยืนที่ข้างเตียง เอื้อมมือจะไปเขย่าปลุกแต่ต้องชะงักมือไว้ก่อน เพราะตะลึงกับภาพที่เห็นตรงหน้า พี่แป้งเล่นใส่กางเกงขาสั้นแบบสั้นเสมอจิมิกับเสื้อกล้ามตัวบางที่พอสังเกตดูก็จะเห็นสิ่งที่อยู่ภายในเสื้อผ้านั้น ใช่แล้วครับ พี่แป้งไม่ได้ใส่ชั้นในนอน เอาแล้วใจผมเต้นแรงขึ้นอีกแล้ว ภาพเรือนร่างที่ผมเคยเห็นครั้งที่ไปทำตัวเป็นโรคจิตแอบมองพี่แป้งอาบน้ำก็ผุดมาในหัว ผมเห็นมาหมดแล้วส่วนเว้าส่วนโค้งส่วนที่โหนกนูนแล้วถ้าผมได้สัมผัสมันล่ะจะเป็นอย่างไรนะ ตอนนี้ในหัวสมองผมมันกำลังตีกันตุบตับระหว่างนางฟ้าตัวขาวกับมารตัวดำ และก็ดูเหมือนว่าโชคจะเข้าข้างมารตัวดำเมื่อพี่แป้งขยับตัวเล็กน้อย เสื้อตัวบางเลิกขึ้นเผยให้เห็นเนินอกที่ขาวอวบ ผมไม่คิดอะไรแล้วตายเป็นตาย โกรธเป็นโกรธวันนี้

My mom is an HR professional. She uses KPI to determine my entire life. "If you get into the top ten of your grade, you'll receive a B grade as well as a bonus of 500 dollars. If you can achieve a ranking at a state-level competition, you'll receive an A grade as well as a bonus of 1,000 dollars. Of course, if you can get into a top-tier university after scoring well in your SATs, I'll give you an S+ grade as well as a year-end bonus of ten thousand dollars!" I work my ass off in my studies and manage to earn the offer letter to a top-tier university. But that's when my mom puts a contract in front of me. "Congratulations on getting hired. From today onward, your allowances will be determined by the total of your base salary, KPI, as well as your full attendance award. "Your base salary is 500 dollars. It's to make sure that you won't starve to death, at the very least. In order to help you adapt to workplace stress in advance, I'll check on your progress randomly. If you don't meet my requirements, I'll deduct your salary." When I'm down with a fever of 104 degrees Fahrenheit, my mom deducts my full attendance award, claiming that my physical attributes aren't up to par. In order to catch up on my studies, I've completely forgotten to submit my weekly report to my mom. Because of that, she suspends my allowances. So, I have to sell my blood to a hospital behind her back just so I can survive. At the end of the school term, I show my mom my grades as well as the certificate to my scholarship, thinking that I'll be eligible for the highest KPI and the bonus. But that's when my mom tells me coldly, "The company has decided to give your S+ bonus to your younger brother as a form of investment. After all, he has more potential to achieve better results compared to you." As I gaze down at the 200-dollar consolation prize, I can't help but laugh. It turns out that I'm not even worthy of being recognized as a good employee in my mom's company.

On Christmas Day, my dad gave me a golden apple. My roommates gasped in envy and immediately demanded I treat them to a meal. I smiled and agreed. I told them to head out first and that I'd join them shortly. When I came out of the bathroom, the dorm was empty. Sharon Everton's laptop was still glowing. I walked over to shut it down. That's when a WhatsApp group named 'Anti-Gold Digger Alliance' popped up on the screen. [No wonder she didn't come back last night. Bet she spent the whole night escorting again just to get that golden apple!] [A designer bag the day before, a golden apple today. With how many men she's serving every day, I wonder how wrecked she is down there.] [We have to hit her with a big bill today. Her money's dirty anyway. Spending it for her is basically doing a good deed!] There were four people in the dorm. Three of them were in that group chat. There was no doubt that they were talking about me. The friends I'd treated with genuine kindness all this time turned out to be ungrateful snakes.