The campus was bustling with students rushing between classes, the sounds of conversation and laughter filling the air. Among the crowd, Fourth Nattawat, a young man with a strikingly pretty face, effortlessly drew attention. His small stature and coquettish demeanor made him stand out, but it was his confidence that truly captivated those around him. He flirted with ease, a wink here, a playful touch there. Most people found themselves inexplicably drawn to him, both to his looks and the magnetic personality that seemed to hover around him like a sweet fragrance. Fourth was used to this reaction—he relished in it, and he knew how to use it to his advantage.
His life had not been easy. Coming from a poor family in the countryside, Fourth's charming exterior often masked the struggles he faced. Despite everything, he had made his way to university in Bangkok, a place that felt as alien as it did promising. He was ambitious, and his natural charm had helped him survive in this concrete jungle, often flirting his way into better situations, favors, or even small gifts from admirers. His beauty and wit were his currency, and he spent them wisely.
"Fourth, have you ever thought about getting yourself a sugar daddy?" Phuwin, his best friend and fellow student, leaned over the cafeteria table with a grin on his face. Phuwin was one of the few people who knew the real Fourth—the one beneath the flirtatious smiles and sparkling eyes. They had grown close since starting university, sharing everything from notes to the occasional secret.
Fourth laughed, though the idea had crossed his mind before, he had never seriously entertained it. "Why, are you offering?" he teased, tossing his hair back playfully.
Phuwin rolled his eyes. "I'm serious! You're practically built for it. I mean, look at you—small, pretty, and you've got that whole irresistible vibe going. You could live the high life if you wanted to. Just a couple of dates with an older, rich guy, and your problems would disappear."
Fourth paused for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. He was aware of how people reacted to him, how they looked at him, and how much power he held in those interactions. But becoming a sugar baby? That was new territory. Yet, the idea intrigued him. After all, wasn't he already halfway there, using his looks and charm to get what he wanted?
"So... what? I make a profile and just wait for some rich, lonely man to find me?" Fourth asked, his curiosity now piqued.
Phuwin leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Exactly. There are apps for this kind of thing. Trust me, I know a few people who've done it. You'll find someone in no time."
That night, after much convincing and a few sips of cheap beer, Fourth found himself setting up an account on one of the suggested apps. He crafted his profile carefully, highlighting his best features without giving away too much. His face, as always, did most of the work. A few strategic photos, a short bio, and the profile was complete.
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The next day, Fourth's phone buzzed with a notification. He lazily reached for it, his curiosity piqued. A message from someone named *Gemini Norawit* flashed on the screen. Fourth raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected a response so soon, and certainly not from someone whose profile screamed wealth. Intrigued, he decided to dig deeper.
A quick search online revealed the truth: Gemini Norawit, the 30-year-old CEO of Khun Noo Company, the largest weapon-export company in Thailand. The man was filthy rich, successful, and—according to the media—mysteriously single. Despite his wealth and power, he had never married, and his cold, distant personality only seemed to add to his allure.
This was it. The perfect match. A man like Gemini could offer him everything he desired—money, luxury, and a life far removed from the struggles he had known growing up. His heart raced with excitement as he responded to the message, carefully choosing his words.
"Hi, Gemini. Nice to meet you. When and where would you like to meet up?"
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Across the city, Gemini Norawit sat in his office, his expression as unreadable as ever. His life, though filled with every material possession a person could desire, had grown increasingly monotonous. The fleeting excitement of one-night stands had lost its appeal, leaving him bored and searching for something new.
Pond Naravit, his secretary and closest friend, had planted the idea in his mind weeks ago. "Why not find someone who's yours, but not attached? A sugar baby," Pond had suggested over drinks one evening. It wasn't about love, or even a relationship. It was about control and companionship without the strings. Someone to entertain him, someone who wasn't shy or meek, someone who could add a spark to his otherwise predictable world.
Gemini had taken the advice to heart, though he was initially skeptical. But now, scrolling through Fourth's profile, he found himself intrigued. This boy was different. Confident, bold, and attractive. Just the kind of person Gemini could see himself spending time with—without the hassle of emotional entanglement.
His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard as he arranged their first meeting. He didn't know yet what this would become, but he was willing to find out. After all, what else did he have to lose?
"Let's meet tomorrow evening. The Ritz-Carlton at 7 PM," Gemini typed, sending the message.
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he leaned back in his chair. Perhaps this would be the start of something interesting after all.
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Daddy (GEMINIFOURTH)
FanfictionCOMPLETE "Daddy, I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice soft and pleading. "Take off the shirt," he ordered, his voice sharp.
