"Destiny or will it be human perseverance?" It must be just a cool phrase that someone uses to comfort a loser dog. Because for Nongnapat, real life is not like that at all. She doesn't know what she's fighting against. Is it her skills that aren't good or because her competitors are too good? That's why the Young Designer Award announcement didn't include her name even though she had already devoted all her heart and soul. A feeling of pent-up frustration began to build up! There's nowhere to go and no way out! The young woman is so discouraged and needs someone to vent her feelings.
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"Bumbim, Jubjang, Liu, Dear, Anda, there must be someone who is free enough to chat with us on Line. I'm sorry for being indifferent to you guys. I just wanted to focus on my work, so I cut off contact with everyone like that… But now I know how important you are to me. Please, someone please talk to me. I don't want to be alone."
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Nongnapat thought to herself and typed a message into her phone.
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".... , ...., "
Oh my god! She swears that she really typed that. Well, she couldn't think of how to start talking to her friends. The long distance often makes the relationship start to rust. It eats away at Nongnapat's heart until it's rotten. Even greeting her friends with simple sentences like
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"Hey.. How are you?", "Yowww", "Giggle", "Nammm", etc.
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She still doesn't dare. It looks too intimate for someone who has abandoned her friends like her. The unemployed designer can only greet with dots like you see. To assess the situation first, how do her friends feel about her now?
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However, what she received in return was much more severe than expected. In the past, verbal abuse was already serious. But in the current world, reading a message and not replying seems to be something that causes more heartache. Her friends definitely read her messages. She noticed. But no matter how long she waited, they still didn't reply to her...
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"Why, Boom Bim? Jub Jang, why didn't you reply to my Line? Send me a sticker, or am I hated by all my friends?"
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That only further emphasized that now Nongnapat was no longer in anyone's sight. She was a invisible woman among her friends, lonely, sad, and depressed. Her emotions were scattered. Her thin body began to sob softly. Tears flowed out more than half of her heart. Only the loneliness and the old wall were aware of it. Plus, she was already a highly artistic person. Nongnapat's emotions were more sensitive than normal people.
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"Sob sob. Even my close friends don't care. I'm worthless! I can't do anything! I've never succeeded in anything. Sob sob sob."
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Many things were mixed up in her head. Her mental state was so bad that she couldn't help but think that if no one came to help her soon, Nongnapat might have to move her butt to the hospital for treatment as a patient with psychosexual symptoms.
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But then!
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"Ding!...Ding!"
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Suddenly, there was a notification sound. It was a sound from the Facebook website on the computer screen, not the sound from the Line application as she was waiting for. But who cares! At this moment, it could be anyone.
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"Bonjour à Comment t'appelles-tu?"
A strange man with an unfamiliar profile sent a message into her inbox.
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In a blink, Nongnapat knew immediately that it was French, asking what her name was.
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She almost immediately sprang up sitting up. Wiped away tears from her cheeks and focused on chatting with the mysterious man on Facebook in a language she doesn't usually use.
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"My name is Pat… who's that?"
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"Oh, I just followed you from a few nights ago^^"
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"Confused…?"
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"It's the black chicken coop outfit you used to wear. It's so sexy. I like it a lot."
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"If it's dirty, I won't talk!"
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"Hey! I thought you were in this line. Look at each picture you posted. Oh my gosh!"
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"..."
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"Come on, don't be quiet. Turn on the camera and do a live broadcast. I guarantee you won't be "lonely". We're lacking that right now."
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The slim figure was speechless. She was also very excited. Where the hell was she talking to this international pervert? The short conversation stopped at the word "lonely." Nongnapat was very sensitive to this word right now. Because not long after, her slanted gaze started to look down at her own body. Alternating between staring at the phone screen that had no movement at all, in a split second when the mood was in the middle of black and white, good or bad, to do or not to do? The thin curtain slowly drew down.
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"Since none of my friends care about me anyway, it wouldn't hurt to be sarcastic about life for once!" She decided.
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The slender figure took a deep breath, and slowly used her slender hands to touch and crawl along the curves of her body. She kneaded her hips, cut along her neck and her slit, her chest was a chest and her waist was a waist. In fact, deep down, instead of feeling disgusted or ashamed, she felt strangely good. It was a happiness mixed with pure ticklishness. Or was this really what she wanted? It was so tingling that her lotus bud was erect and her legs were throbbing with heat.
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"Hey… what do you want, missy! We're waiting for your answer. You can exchange it with True Money. I'll send you the code! "
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The complaints ended shortly after the mysterious man's Facebook video function screen was displayed, revealing Nongnapat's face, who was closing her eyes and squeezing her lips. Her sharp, beautiful face tilted her chin closer to the camera. She whispered to him softly.
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"I'm lonely… Can you stay with me tonight… Ahhh… Siiiiiiight."
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"Wow… That's awesome. Sure, why wouldn't I? Go ahead and do your best."
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"You and I don't know each other, right?… Ahhh… Huh? We don't know each other, right?"
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She was so agitated that she bit her teeth against her lips, her fingertips ripping and scratching the stamens on her petals until they were soaked. The young man started to roll up his pants from the other side of the screen. He tried to tilt his head closer to the microphone.
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"Uh...we don't know you, but your figure is amazing. Can you take off your shirt? We want to see."
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"Umm... Uh... Sure... Sure... Huh!"
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Under the smooth white armpit, the shirt that was slowly pulled up cleared all doubts from her heart. Her skin was smooth and pinkish, so white that she could smell the fragrance of her skin. There was only a glass partition. If that was the case, this pervert would have tasted her whole body.
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"That's it... Do you hear me... We'll only give you tonight. Promise us first...."
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"Okay, okay. Just here. Promise me that we'll make you stop being lonely. We don't know each other and have no obligations to each other. Do what your heart desires... My love! Ah... Ahhhhhhh."