My Precious Doll (English Translation)

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Translator : jjoriee

Chapter 2: To just recover, I still have the energy to do that



Even if the fever is so high that the body is hot, it doesn't make a person have a hallucination like this, right?

The person who was sitting at the edge of the bed smiled sweetly that he couldn't say anything in perplexity. When he looks at the side, he is shocked to find that the doll that used to sleep beside him has disappeared. The man then slid his eyes to the spot where the young man was sitting and looked at him. Fair skin color and a sweet face with bright eyes that fascinates him. As his eyes slid down, he saw a white shirt with unclasped buttons. He remembers it as the shirt that had put on the doll two nights ago.

The young man looks at the face of the man who was sitting on the edge of the bed, tilting his neck, looking at him again before slipping out.

"Ran"

"Krub," he said. The young man gets ready to move a little closer and bends down to kiss his forehead in a gentle manner. "How are you doing?"

The question that's fired caused him to swallow his saliva. Is he already delirious with fever or brain damage? He can see the image of the doll moving like it's alive and talking a little.

"Phi..." he said. He tried to speak, but he couldn't think of anything. He stood up but the burst of dizziness made him throw his head down the pillow again. He took a breath and looked at what he thought was a hallucination before sliding his eyes to the bedside table. The glass of water he poured in was almost half finished. He remembers eating two tablets and after that, the rest of his memories have faded. Thinking of the person sitting next to him, or...

"Ran gave me the pills," he recalled. The boy nodded.

"Krub, Ran saw you eat and got better, so I fed two more tablets," he said. The eyes are round, blinking when they see the listener is acting like they've just been forced to take a bitter pill. "Or did Ran make a mistake?"

The mannerisms are like that of a little boy. It's so cute that it makes people sick. He feels like his body is warming up, not knowing if it's caused by the fever or the mood, but obviously he's excited to see the beloved doll alive. Even if it's just a dream.

"No, that's good." He tells with a soft voice while raising his hand, stroking his tresses beside the young man's ear. He can feel the warmth of the skin when he touches the end.

This touch makes the heart dance along. It's soft and warm, the skin is not cold at all. This is the cheek of a living person, the young man said to himself before dragging his hand around his neck, and then to the collarbone, inserting his hand into his silky shirt. The exploration of warmth through the edge of his fingers, creates a strange pleasure. It's just a dream. If this is real life, this would have been more magical than anything.

His hand gently pulls out before sliding up, looking at what he thinks is just a hallucination. When he saw him smile, the sadness disappeared. Even if it's just an image that's made up of fever, he should take the opportunity. It's probably the only chance he will ever have to confess the feeling in his mind.

"I love Ran."

He tells with a soft voice, and he knows that the dreamed person can't oppose it. The young man held his breath while waiting for an answer. There are a hundred times more opportunities than walking into the manager's room to propose a plan. His heart swells when he sees the other side smiling broadly.

"Ran loves you."

His heart beats as hard as ever. Even if it's a dream, that sentence gave a lot of happiness to him. He looked at the young man with eyes packed with feelings before deciding to ask.

"Can you kiss me?"

He made a lot of noise because he always dreamed of asking the doll for his first kiss. After revealing his request, Ran smiled cutely before leaning down and smearing his mouth on his lips. The warm breath of the other person that hits the tip of the nose causes the heart of the person to almost stop beating. He filled his lungs with air and stopped when he touched his upper lip gently. And when the slender, soft lip moves down to the lower lip, he tantalizingly licks his tongue, his heart beats harder, almost exploding.

Heaven please! The man exclaimed with his heart pounding. He never knew a kiss from a lover would be this good. He slowly opened his eyes to look at the young man who was turning his face away. The slender mouth is now red, smiling.

"Is it okay?"

It's a naïve question, sent by a child with eyes that is eager to please. It looks so innocent and cute, completely different from the kiss that was just given. The man swallows the saliva down the throat and breathes again to gather the emotions that are close to scattering in the room.

"Well ... very good."

He gave a hissing sound as he dragged his trembling hands down the pale chest. Gently gently gently and softly he enjoyed the warmth before sliding his finger to the pink bud. His finger swirls and his heart throbs when he senses it is nearing the peak of the buds. Ran's body is responding. The problem is his agony as he used his fingertips to crush the bumps atop his chest, he slightly wiggled his shoulders, emitting a light sound.

"Krub," he said.

The lover's physical reaction made him smile. Damn, he never thought that a real moan would make him feel this good. He is curious to know if he is more aggressive than that, what would Ran’s moan sound like. He thinks this as he drags his hands along the ribs. Stroking the smooth belly, he inserts his ring finger into a tiny hole, joshing until the tender man wriggles and whines.

Seeing Ran exhausted by the play, he takes the slender body and pressed it against the bed. He flipped up, straddled his upper body and raised a leg over the boy's slender thighs, gently pushing his knees apart. The hand that teased the belly slowly moves down to mischievously play with the soft bunch. As soon as the young man closed his eyes and opened his mouth to moan, he sealed it with a passionate kiss. He inserts a hot tongue inside the mouth, gently nudges the palate softly to create an emotion before flicking it, teasing the little tongue that moves against the aggressor. The intoxicating wandering inside their mouths made Ran moan softly and raise his arm around his neck. He pulls him down closer for a more passionate kiss.

The lively exchange increases the blaze of desire. The hand moved from the soft warm muscle of the fair-skinned body. He moved to express his emotion and opened his eyes wide in surprise when he encountered the intense heat within his palm.

It's unbelievable, the young man thought with excitement. Every time he jerks that part of the doll, it just hardens up because of the pressure but this time it's different. Because not only just is that part of Ran expands to the fullest, it's also throbbing and hot like a living flesh.

Damn, what a dream! Why is it so realistic?

The hand twitched faster until the owner of the body was pliant, twisted, and moaning. The round hip surges up and down in rhythm until everything reaches its limits. Ran lifted his lower body until his torso was curved. The pink mouth opened up and cried out, then the young man dropped his body on the bed. When he saw the limp condition of his lover, the honey-skinned man rushed in to call and kiss him.

"Ran"

"Krub," a soft voice responded as the beautiful eyes looked up. The man then kisses the round, soft cheeks again.

Looking at the hand that had just finished, the mood of the person who was sleeping before is surprised. His lover's orgasm. Why doesn’t even one drop of liquid come out? But when he realized that what happened was just a dream, everything is not reality, he cut off his suspicion and bowed his head, hugging Ran’s fragrant throat. He stamped kisses down to his shoulder before nibbling gently with the front teeth. The boy was startled and shouted.

"P’Phat, I don't know what you're playing." The young man fiercely protested. It's so cute that he can't resist but lean his head down to kiss again. In fact, he wants to be sweet with his lover, but his desire to climax does not allow him to do so. After taking his brother to the heavens, he wants to soar. Now that his organ is fully ready and he wants to insert it into a tight channel, but the recent fever does not give him enough strength to rock himself. So the man took Ran and placed his hand on him, moving it up and down a couple of times as if to telling him what to do before whispering a trembling voice.

"Help Phi"

The young man tilts his neck in embarrassment but follows. He braced his large hand, edging from slow to a faster tempo. It makes the man feel familiar feelings that were only accomplished on his own, to become dizzy like never before. He rocked his waist to the rhythm of Ran's hand until he reached the end of heaven, his body trembling. The heart beats so fast that it almost slips out of his chest. When the young man moved his hand a few more times, the man bent over and breathed through his mouth. All his muscles are stiff until all the white happiness is released. Then he threw himself down and gasped.

Even though it’s just a dream, it is still tiring. If you're a real person, how tired you are, he thought with a feeling of satisfaction but then the pain pierced his heart when he realized that when he wakes up, the young man will go back to being a lifeless doll. As for him, he has to live alone again like every day. The fear of being lonely again makes him want to regain his fever. He doesn't want to open his eyes and wake up to know anything. He's happy to be a sleeping prince, blessed with happiness to love a doll in a dream. If only the real world hadn't been like that. He pulled Ran to a hug.

"I love Ran, love more than anything." He whispered and kissed his head. The little boy tucked in his hard chest.

Before answering a clear voice,

"Ran loves you."

He looked up and stared at the Phi. "P’Phat is my breath, the life of Ran as long as you love me. Ran will be with you forever."

The heart of Phat is filled with happiness. Although that sentence is only words heard in a dream, for him it is true and is more valuable than anything. He hugged the white body more firmly than before. He kissed the smooth forehead over and over again. His mouth incessantly expresses his love until he falls asleep.

The medicine and fatigue from the activity made the patient fall asleep all night long and woke up in the morning with the sound of his smartphone ringing on the headboard. So he reached for it with his eyes closed and pressed the receiver button.

"Yes?" he said in a hoarse voice, quietly listening to the end of the line cry about his absence for several days before responding briefly, "I think I should be able to go today."

He stopped listening to the caller complain about health care and expressed a bit of concern for him, cutting off the call by saying he would go to the company today before hanging up and placing the smartphone by his head. It is as told to his colleague. This morning he felt much more refreshed than the day before. The fever that was once high has decreased to normal and the headache has disappeared completely. Instead of getting up to shower, he closed his eyes and lay motionless, recalling the flashy memories he had made with Ran and didn't want to acknowledge that the person who slept by his side was now just a doll.

He wants to hear that bright voice again. He wants to see that sweet smile again. But he can only mourn in his heart because it's not possible in the real world.

"Good morning, Phi."

The loud sound beside him and the warm touch on his cheek startled the young man. When he turned to look and saw a sweet-faced man laying by his feet, he screamed.

"Ran!"

He almost leaps out of bed in shock, but the wonder of wonder prevails. If it was yesterday, he was still beset with fever, causing his brain to be so shattered that he could see the person who he wished to exist. But today is different. He is sure he has recovered from the flu and was completely conscious. He even had a call with and interacted with a friend at the company, proving that this is not a dream. So why can he still see Ran?

"P’Phat’s face turned pale, are you all right?"

The beautiful young boy asks while he sits up. One hand leans on the mattress, and the other hand extends forward to touch his forehead, but Phat turns away.

"P’Phat?" Ran’s voice was both puzzled and frustrated. The sweetness of Ran’s face diminished that Phat wanted to draw him to a cuddle but his paranoia held him back.

"Who are you, how did you get into my room?" he asked in a rather fierce voice which, when heard by the doll-like young man,reaches for his face.

"Can't you remember Ran?”

Ran tilted his head and asked. Phat clenched his mouth tightly and looked at the boy from head to toe. He remembers all the details on Ran's body, which is exactly the same as the one sitting in front of him, nothing is different.

"My Ran is a doll," Phat stresses one word at a time to emphasize them. The other party bit his lower lip until it was red and bruised before removing his shirt down to his waist. He twists his white body back and forth to make the other person see clearly before sliding his hand to touch the bite mark on his shoulder. The young man looks at him with eyes that flashed a heartache.

"I always said that I want Ran to become a person. When it came true, I doubted," the sweet face bowed down, "Ran... sorry."

His body shivered like he was trembling. The body was dull and pale like a black and white photograph that when he gently touched his shoulder to soothe, the skin was cold, he was frightened.

"Ran"

"If P’Phat does not believe and does not love Ran, Ran will go away."

The young man whines, looking discontent. The melancholy face makes Phat’s heart drop, especially the beautiful pair of eyes that shines lively moments ago. Now its light is so weak that it looks like a lifeless glass. It was at that very moment he realized that the person in front of him is Ran, and now it's returning to become a doll.

"No!" He cried out as he pulled the delicate body into a hug. "I'm sorry for asking like that. Please, Ran, don't leave me."

He tightened his arms. He pressed kisses to the soft hair repeatedly as if fearing it would disappear until the person in his embrace stopped shaking. Phat loosened his arms but kept hugging him loosely and kissing his cheeks softly, and inhaling the soft fragrance until it filled his lungs.

Ah, he remembers the smell of this sweet enchanting body, the body in soft arms that never changes. This means that the person he is hugging is really real, but how is it possible?

"How?" Confusion spills out of his mouth. Ran looked up to him with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Ran does not know, I only knew two nights ago when you were suffering, you hugged Ran and the breath and heat that flowed from Phi was absorbed into my body. Ran has always wanted to take care of Phi. Then I realized, I’m alive" he said.

Phat listened until the boy finished speaking. It's an incredible and improbable answer, but it's true. At this moment, his doll is alive and breathing, even then he still doesn't trust it so to prove that he was not in a dream, he pinches his forearm with full force and gasps because it hurts.

Everything's true. His doll is alive and now it's in his arms.

Thinking like that, suddenly a realization dawned on him. He just made love with Ran yesterday, but at the time, he was still muddle-headed so he couldn’t get a full taste. So he's going to ask to eat one round this morning before he goes to work. The body will be rejuvenated.

"Ran" the young man called the boy in his embrace. The owner of the name tilts his neck, looking with his eyes.

"Krub?" he said.

In fact, he doesn't want to suppress his urges, but he is not holding his beloved doll in bed because Ran has just lived. The body looks fragile which looks like it will bruise with just a light touch so he should do it as lightly and as carefully as possible.

"Phi...uh...asks..."

Damn it, they've done lots of things together already. When the other party came to life, he doesn't have the courage to say it. He is so embarrassed that he’s going mad and hoping to die.

Surprisingly, Ran guessed his feelings. When he heard the cracking voice of his Phi, the young man lowered his gaze to look at his bulging crotch and smiled.

"Want to put water in Ran?"

The naïve words that come out of the beautiful pink mouth provoke the man’s emotions to the extreme. He quickly nodded.

"Y...yes, is it okay?"

Ran raised two arms around his honey-skinned neck and smiled broadly.

"Yes, want to do it yourself or let Ran do it?"

Oh, my God, ask straighly like this and there is hope to eat in bed until the blue sky dies. Phat shouts in his heart as he looks at the fair-skinned boy who is looking up at him with a slightly open mouth. He quickly kisses that luscious lips before whispering,

"I’ll do it myself."

He pushed his slender body to lie down on the bed. He leaned down to press, kiss, and caress the body like a man coming from a long-standing starvation. But before he could do anything more than that, the sound of the smartphone interrupted first. At first, he pretended not to hear but when he saw the name on the screen, he blew his breath and swore before pressing the receiver button. He kept listening until the caller finished talking before he replied,

"Yes, boss, I have recovered. I'm leaving right now."

He nodded, said a few more words before throwing his phone and pretending to step down from bed. Ran looked at the frustrated face of Phat and asked,

"No more?"

The young man exhaled loudly. "No. I have to go to work."

"But Phi..." the young man looked at the important part of Phat below- his expanded crotch. "It's still pending."

The honey-colored man looked down and sighed. "I want to finish but there's no time."

"Well, Ran won't take long, I'll finish it."

Damn, he never thought he'd hear an 18+ sentence from the mouth of a sweet-faced person. Try speaking like this and no matter how much a person is in a hurry, he won’t be able to resist.

Path turned back to the fair-skinned man who was waiting on his knees. He didn't even say anything, Ran did what he was excited about. When clean white fingers grasp the edges of the boxer shorts, he slowly pulls it down. The king hiding inside, when finally freed, lifted its neck and trembled slightly like it was provoking a snake charmer to grab its neck.

Ran put his hand on the head, gently stroking it until it calmed down, then gently held the snake in his paws. Sure enough, when it was tamed, the boy lowered his head and held the giant snake in his mouth. He licked with his greetings before gently moving the soft skin and swallowing it down little by little. The small teeth scraped down skin gently, causing a tingling that makes Phat roar.

It's a good thing when he was a doll. When he became a man, Ran's service was so passionate that he was almost mad. The softness of the wet mouth wraps around the tough flesh that each move heats up the whole body. But the size of the snake is large and long, the little mouth was unable to swallow all of it. Even so, the young man was to push his face as deep as possible.

When he was unable to move further, he slowly slid it out to the tip and pushed it back in. Pull in and out like this, repeating it slowly at first, then faster. It created a feeling so good that cannot be expressed until Phat accidentally clasp finger through Ran’s soft hair. He held his head and moved his hips without intending to. Despite the muffled sound from the young man, he still rocked his hips non-stop, until he reached the end of the destination and sprayed all the poison. The giant king was vanquished, laying its soft neck in the mouth of the Ran.

"Yeah..." Phat groaned as he looked at the cute man who was using his tongue to clean his flesh. The cheeks that were looking faded, at this time, there were now streaks of red to the fair pink cheeks. Now there's a streak of blood to the pink. The moving red lips were so beautiful that he had to pull him up to kiss.

"Do you like it?" When the older man withdrew, the young man eagerly asked, raising his eyebrows.

"What?"

"Well, what Ran did just now" The white man asked, looking at the other person with crystal clear eyes. "Do you like it?"

Phat smiled at Ran’s straightforward innocence. The more he sees the eyes that are staring straight in anticipation, the more he wants to compliment.

"I really like it." He rubbed his little boy's hair before sliding over to touch the clear cheek, "I like it until I’d like to do it again."

Ran smiled until his eyes were just slits.

"Krub." He did not say anymore but bowed his head like he is about to do it again. Phat hurriedly pounced on his shoulder while crying out.

"No need, Ran, I have to go to work.” He said with a laugh while pinching the other person's stubborn nose and kissing his forehead.

"Better keep your strength for tonight." The young man whispers and stares at his little sheep with wolf eyes. But Ran doesn't even know it who answered with a lovely smile with a nod.

"Ok, krub," he said.

Phat smiled at the innocence of the newly living person. He gently stroked Ran’s head and glanced at the clock before stepping down from the bed, "Phi is going to take a shower first."

"Krub," he said.

A honey-colored man picks up a towel and walks to the bathroom. He cleanses the sweat that accumulated, then walks out of the room and frowns as the smell of coffee hits his nose. TCurious, he walked over and saw Ran putting a cup of coffee on the table where he often sat.

"Did you make coffee?"

He asked because he didn't think that the newly-lived doll would know how to make drinks, too. Ran sent him a lovely smile before turning to the floor.

"Ran saw you do it a lot, so I remembered."

The answer made Phat frown and reflect in the next few seconds; that every morning he always held the doll at this table, with coffee and chatted with it. If he could see and remember like this, it means Ran has been conscious for a while. Phat had goosebumps. It’s so incredible and wonderful.

"Besides coffee, what else can you remember?" He asked while getting dressed.

Ran thought before walking to pick up the towel he had placed at the foot of the bed.

"There's a lot of water and medicine that you take when you are sick. Also, the love position that I like to do." The young boy smiled when he saw Phat’s face darkened and held a towel in his hand, "and you take this to dry over there."

When he finished talking, Ran walked to open the glass door. He brought towels to dry on the rail. But instead of walking back into the room, Ran looked over the balcony railing downstairs. When he saw a car running on the street with a small man driving, he exclaimed with excitement and tried to climb out. Phat hurriedly rushed to grab his waist and drag him back into the room quickly.

"What are you doing?" He asked loudly, his heart pounding in panic. Ran, who doesn't know he's putting himself in danger, sends a pure smile.

"I want to go down and look at them."

"By climbing out like that? We are on the 15th floor. Do you know what it will be like if you fall down?”

Phat spoke too fast that his tongue had become entangled. The boy blinked.

"Ran wants to go below," he said.

The innocent answer of the boy caused the man to slap his forehead. His prayers turned Ran to become human, but he never imagined that the young man he loved would be so innocent that he doesn't know what to do and what not to do. He doesn’t even know that his action earlier was going to lead to death.

"We use the stairs and the elevators to go up and down. I’ll teach you. Later, don't do this again."

He poked Ran's nose with his index finger. The other party frowned, making a messy face.

"I don't understand why I can't go down that way."

The question of the person who doesn't know anything makes Phat sigh again. He grabbed his Nong’s wrist, dragged him to the fridge, took a chicken egg in his hand and explained.

"This is called an egg. It’s food. We usually break it into a bowl or pan to cook it but let's talk about that later. To answer your question, let’s say this egg is Ran," he said. He raised the egg. "Now he's on the 15th floor and he suddenly thought of having fun climbing over the railings."

Phat let the egg fall and it hit the floor. The shell broke into pieces, both the egg white and the egg yolk spread in a mess.

"Do you understand?" the young man asked.

He saw Ran standing still, blinking his eyes.The boy clenched his mouth as if trying to understand before answering with a very uncertain expression.

"I'm going to crack like an egg."

"Not just crack, Ran will die and will never be with me again."

Ran’s puzzled eyes made him certain that the boy didn’t know what death was. It's going to take a long time for innocent people to understand human concepts. He was willing and happy to sit down and explain, but right now he has to hurry to work.

"I know that Ran doesn't understand, but for now can you follow my word?"

He grabbed his delicate shoulder, stood in front of him, and stared deep in his bright eyes. Even though he doesn't understand, the boy nodded his head.

"Krub," he said.

"This is important. Don’t just hear my word, you have to follow strictly," he commanded. He looked at the balcony in terror. Damnit, what if when he’s not here, Ran would climb out. He flicked his head hard to chase out the gruesome image out of his head before looking at the fair-skinned boy’s face. Ran powdered his head with a smile.

"Ran will do everything you say."

The young boy’s serious expression makes Phat more comfortable. Although Ran is naïve, he would do what he says. This young man would strictly follow his orders.

"When I go out, Ran will sit on bed and will absolutely not go anywhere. If anyone knocks, do not open the door, and don't go out and stand on the balcony."

He emphasized the last sentence and made his face stern. Ran nodded at every command until the older man finished talking.

"Ran will sit in the bed. Will not go anywhere."

"Promise me," Phat said, despite not knowing what the man was talking about, the boy still nodded.

"Krub," he did not just promise, he also jumped and sat on the bed. Little did he know that such a gesture provokes a man's emotions until the snake that is curled up in his pants moves its head. Phat sighs at his own agitation.

Just a minute later, he is finally taking his leave.

"I have to go to work." He tells with a soft voice before bending down to kiss Ran’s forehead and saying, "Don't be stubborn, don't be mischievous, we’ll meet each other in the evening."

"Krub," he said.

The young boy answered with a clear voice. Phat then gave a soft kiss on his cheeks before picking up his bag and stepping out of the room. He turned around and looked at the fair-skinned boy who sat smiling sweetly on the bed with concern before closing the door.