When her husband found pleasure, Prao found happiness too.
Dr. Prao Napa finished her patients and returned to their luxurious condominium in the heart of the city, not far from the hospital. Teerapat had chosen this unit precisely so his young wife wouldn't have to travel far after exhausting days at work.
The moment she stepped through the door, she slipped off her low heels, placed her elegant leather bag on the sofa, and headed to the bathroom. Warm water cascaded over her body, gradually washing away the day's fatigue. The faint scent of soap mingled with steam filling the shower. When finished, she slipped into luxurious satin nightwear and sat before the small vanity in the bedroom.
Her slender hands applied moisturizer with familiar grace—a nightly ritual performed with delicate care. Her fair, flawless skin glowed softly under the warm light, like moonlight. She smoothed cream over her fresh, makeup-free face that still looked like a young woman in her early twenties. Then she lay back on the large bed, sinking into the soft comfort of pristine white sheets.
Not long after, the sound of keys turning echoed. Teerapat returned from surgery, weary but his face softening with warmth the instant he saw her. He walked to his sleeping wife and gently kissed her forehead. Prao Napa was already asleep.
After showering, Teerapat climbed into bed beside his junior wife. He turned to spoon her from behind. The mere touch of her body seemed to melt away the day's exhaustion.
The bedroom was dimly lit, only faint moonlight casting shadows on the walls. The atmosphere wrapped them in serene intimacy—a bond they shared with their whole hearts. His breath grew warmer against her skin as the familiar fragrance of her body slowly stirred him.
Prao Napa stirred awake as Teerapat's lips brushed her smooth cheek and delicate ear, his breath hot against her.
"You're back," she murmured sleepily.
"Did I wake you? I'm sorry," he whispered.
She made a soft sound of denial in her throat and turned to face him. Her large, round eyes opened lazily. That beautiful face ignited desire in him like a spark to dry tinder. Unable to hold back, he pressed his lips tenderly to hers. Their closeness deepened gradually, wordlessly transforming into raw passion.
Prao Napa never once refused her husband—something Teerapat cherished deeply. No matter how tired she was from work, if he expressed desire, she always responded willingly. Some might say their marriage was still new—barely three years—but Teerapat was utterly, head-over-heels in love with his wife.
His surgeon's hands—trained for precision and meticulous care during operations—now glided over his wife's exquisite body. Her figure never failed to captivate him, even after exploring every curve countless times.
"Mmm…"
A soft moan escaped her throat as her breast disappeared into his mouth. The warm, wet suction and playful flick of his tongue chased away any lingering sleepiness, replacing it with rising feminine arousal.
Her graceful arms wrapped around his head, pulling him closer. Her full, firm breasts overflowed his hands. Teerapat never tired of caressing and fondling his wife's breathtaking proportions—visually stunning and deliciously responsive to his touch.
In just a few months, Prao Napa would turn thirty, yet her skin seemed frozen in time—like a university freshman. Her natural high-society beauty, meticulous skincare, and the fact that no man had ever touched her before Teerapat kept her body radiant, like ripe fruit plucked at perfect sweetness.
That was why Teerapat both adored and fiercely protected his young wife. Yet he never showed jealousy; he respected and trusted her completely. She always conducted herself as a proper lady—never once giving him reason for doubt.
Her sacred folds grew slick as his fingertips teased and stroked. Fine, natural hair brushed against his fingers. She was wet with desire, while he burned with need.
"I'm putting it in now, okay?" Teerapat always asked gently.
"Yes…" she answered in a trembling, breathless voice.
His hardness slowly pressed inside. He never took her roughly—he wanted to cherish his beloved wife. The incredible tightness never ceased to amaze him.
When fully sheathed within her, he paused, letting her adjust. Her inner walls gradually relaxed, releasing warm nectar that coated him, easing their union into smooth, painless bliss.
He had learned this gentle rhythm after their first few times, when his intensity had caused her pain. Once adjusted, Prao Napa experienced complete pleasure.
"Ah… ahh… P'Teer…"
Her moans were sweeter than any classical symphony—melodious sounds that drove him wilder. He quickened his pace, thrusting deeper as he sensed her nearing climax.
Thud… thud… thud… thud… slap… slap… thud… slap… slap…
Teerapat usually made love in standard positions. He sometimes wanted variety for excitement, but he respected her comfort. The deep satisfaction they shared felt more than enough—no need for anything overly elaborate.
"Ahh… ahhh… ohhh… ahhhh…"
Prao Napa's moans grew slightly louder—never screaming like in adult films he'd seen, but more than sufficient. Nothing pleased Teerapat more than watching her tremble as she came.
When she soared to ecstasy, her beautiful body convulsed, breath coming in heavy gasps, shaking with intense pleasure. Teerapat held her tightly. The rhythmic, powerful pulsing of her inner walls around him always pushed him over the edge—he released moments after her climax, every time.
The husband and wife clung together afterward, bodies entwined. Their intimacy had been like this for nearly three years—neither too much nor too little, never dull, never overly wild. Prao Napa once thought sex wasn't particularly important, but seeing her husband's pleasure filled her with joy in return.
The next morning, the large conference room at Bangkok Medical Hospital carried a solemn atmosphere. Department heads filed in and took their seats for the weekly meeting. The polished oak table reflected soft overhead lights. Anuwat sat at the head, his tall, solid frame in a dark suit exuding authority and presence.
What surprised many was the chair at the far end—previously always empty—now occupied by Dr. Prao Napa. Immaculate in her white coat, her calm, polite eyes stood out against the tense room.
"I want everyone to know…" Anuwat's deep, resonant voice began. "Starting today, we are launching a project to improve outpatient care quality, and I believe we need a 'representative from the younger generation' to help shape direction."
He turned his gaze toward Prao Napa—eyes filled with both admiration and a possessive undertone.
"Therefore, I have invited Dr. Prao Napa to join this meeting as the representative junior physician, to bring frontline perspective." The director spoke with commanding confidence.