The Deadly Charm

Part 53 : Chanya's Sinister Plan

The Joy Awaited

The air around Teerathep's home was calm and serene. The golden light of sunset streamed through the windows of the living room where Teerathep and Nattrinee sat in silence. Neither of them had spoken a word since they left the hospital and drove home.

Nattrinee sat on the sofa with her head bowed, hands clenched together in her lap, ice-cold. Her heart pounded in her chest—she looked like a child caught doing something wrong. Teerathep stood silently, watching her, his sharp eyes trying to read her thoughts. He took a deep breath, then knelt in front of her, gently lifting her chin so her eyes met his.

"Natt, I heard what you said to Akira... you said... you're pregnant. Is that true?" His voice was soft but firm.

Time stood still at that moment. Nattrinee took a deep breath, trying to gather her courage. She blinked quickly, knowing the moment of truth had arrived. There was no more avoiding it. Teerathep waited for her answer.

"Yes... I'm pregnant." Her voice was barely audible, laced with anxiety.

Teerathep was silent for a moment, his eyes locked on hers, processing her words. Then suddenly, his expression changed—his face lit up with a wide, gentle smile. It was as if this was the answer he had been waiting for his entire life.

"Really? You're really pregnant?" he asked, his voice brimming with excitement and joy.

"I've wanted to have a child for so long! I just didn't know how to tell you... but now... I'm so happy!"

"Really? You're really happy?" Nattrinee looked at him in surprise, tears beginning to well in her eyes.

Teerathep smiled even wider. He moved closer and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Natt... this is the happiest moment of my life. I've always wanted to have a child with you. And now... my dream has come true."

Tears streamed down Nattrinee's cheeks as she leaned into his chest. The warmth of his embrace melted away all her fears. She could feel the love and confidence in his arms—he truly meant it.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was afraid you weren't ready..." she said, her voice trembling.

"I'm always ready—if it's you." He held her tightly.

"So that's why you kept avoiding me, right?"

Teerathep asked with a teasing smile, his face full of joy. He had thought she didn't want anything to do with him anymore.

Nattrinee nodded shyly, unable to hide her blush in the face of his overwhelming happiness.

"Yes... I just didn't know how to say it..." she confessed softly.

Teerathep gently kissed her forehead.

"Next time, tell me everything, okay?" he said, his sharp eyes sparkling as he gazed at her. Then he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

What started as a soft kiss gradually deepened. The sweetness between them flowed into every touch. Teerathep pulled her into his arms more tightly, their breaths syncing in rhythm.

His hand caressed her back, each gentle touch making Nattrinee feel like she was floating in a sea of love. Her body responded instinctively to his, warmth spreading through her, dissolving all her worries.

Teerathep didn't rush. He touched her with care, as if she were the most precious thing in his life. Every move he made was filled with love and tenderness. Nattrinee felt a flood of happiness surging into her heart.

"I love you..." he whispered as he gazed deeply into her eyes, his sincerity shining through. He wanted her to know just how much she meant to him.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. His eyes glimmered with desire.

"W-wait... I'm pregnant..." she stammered, trying to stop him, but her protest turned into a moan as their clothes slipped off without either of them noticing. His lips trailed down her neck and to her chest.

"That's why... we should do it now before we can't for a while," he whispered with a mischievous grin, eyes twinkling.

"Ah... ngh..." she gasped as his tongue danced over her sensitive skin, circling back to tease her again. His hands roamed her curves while their bodies pressed together, moving in rhythm under the dim glow from the half-open window. The sound of their breaths and the slow, tender movements filled the room with passion.

Their bodies moved in harmony, slow at first then more urgent. Until finally, their desires reached a crescendo—fulfilling their unspoken longing.

The Snare of Seduction and Malice

Late at night in the depths of a Cambodian jungle, Chanya stepped out of the car. The silence of nature was eerie under the pale moonlight filtering through the leaves. She walked forward with confidence, her heart blazing with rage and burning determination. Even the wind seemed to whisper with tension. She knew she was about to meet the only person who could help her now.

She reached a mysterious wooden hut hidden deep in the forest. Knocking on the door, she waited. It swung open to reveal the dark shaman, Phiang San, smiling slyly. His sharp features were cold, but his eyes sparkled with twisted delight at seeing Chanya.

"You've come," he murmured, his gaze fixed on her.

Chanya smirked as she walked up to him, her body moving with seductive grace. Her eyes glinted with desire and darkness. She sat beside him, wrapping an arm around his neck.

"I need you again... Something's been troubling me," she whispered, her voice a blend of sensuality and repressed fury.

"Tell me," Phiang San replied with a wicked smile, trailing his fingers along her cheek.

"That can wait..." Chanya smiled sweetly, her eyes sultry and dangerous.

Without another word, Phiang San leaned in and kissed her fiercely. Their kiss overflowed with desire as their bodies pressed together. He held her tightly, his hands caressing her back, igniting the fire between them. Her body responded fully to his every touch.

That night, their passion blazed hotter than ever before, drawing them into a vortex of irresistible lust. Every kiss, every movement was driven by intense, consuming desire.

Hours passed. When the heat had subsided, Chanya lay beside Phiang San, her heart pounding, body exhausted. The heavy scent of incense smoke lingered in the air.

"Tell me what you want," the shaman asked in a deep voice, tracing his fingers along her bare back.

"Ahh..." she sighed softly before reaching for a set of photographs. She handed them to him—pictures of Teerathep, Nattrinee, and Akira.

"I want you to get rid of them," she said coldly.

"I don't care how you do it. Just make them disappear from my life."

The shaman studied the photos with interest, then turned back to Chanya with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"I'll do exactly as you wish."