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“Ahhh! Yes! Yes baby!” Orm was moaning loudly. Ling was thrusting hard and fast  cause they didn’t have much time maybe ten minutes more before Ying comes(she went to buy snack it would take 20 mins max). Ling put her hand on Orm’s mouth to keep her quiet cause Ying could enter the house any minute.

“Shh, you have to be quiet.” Lingling didn’t stop or slowed while talking. They didn’t even took their clothes off. Orm was wearing a skirt so it was easy for her, Ling pushed Orm’s shirt up to suck her breast and Lingling only opened her flyer. They couldn’t risked to get naked. And finally after hushed moans and  silent screams,  trembling orgasms were happening. Lingling came  in a condom and Orm came all over Ling’s pants.

After catching their breaths, Orm was fixing her skirt and Ling was putting on another pants.

“You really should tell Ying” said Lingling

“Well, why don’t you tell her?” Orm asked.

“She is your best friend, she should hear it from you”

“And she is you sister”

“Babe , I can’t keep hiding like this. We have to tell her. Seeing you at school and not kissing you…do you know what it does to me ?”

“ I know, I feel the same way but she’ll be so upset and angry. Can’t we just wait little longer?” Orm kissed her cheek. Before Ling can answer Ying was screaming Orm’s name. Orm kissed her lips and went back to Ying’s room.  

Ying and Orm had been inseparable since their earliest school days—best friends bound by years of laughter, secrets, and shared memories. Ling, Ying’s older sister by just a year, had always been around, but never part of their little world. To Orm, she was nothing more than a presence in the background—distant, cold, and, in her eyes, insufferably self-centered.

She  never expected anything to change.

But fate has a way of slipping in through the cracks of ordinary moments.

One afternoon, while waiting for Ying, Orm found herself locked in a fiery argument with Ling. Words flew like sparks, sharp and heated. They stood face to face, tension crackling in the air between them. Neither could say who moved first, but in a single breath, their anger transformed into something else entirely. They kissed—unexpectedly, fiercely, as if all the things they thought they hated about each other were suddenly drawn into an irresistible pull.

That kiss happened four months ago. What began in a whirlwind of emotion has grown into something deeper. And though neither of them saw it coming, their connection has only burned brighter with time

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Orm was going to stay at Ying’s house that night. Pizza, popcorn, and snacks—everything was ready. They picked a romantic comedy to watch together.
Since it was a weekday, staying up too late was off-limits; they had school the next day, after all.
By midnight, they went to bed—but Orm couldn’t fall asleep. Knowing that Ling was in the room next door made it impossible to rest.

They hadn’t had any alone time in a while.
Sure, they had been texting in secret, exchanging longing glances at school—but it wasn’t enough.
Orm tossed and turned in bed. Finally, unable to take it anymore, she  got up. It was almost 3 a.m.  Ling had probably already fallen asleep. On her  tiptoes, Orm walked to Ling’s room. Ling looked so peaceful and beautiful as she slept. Orm lifted the blanket and slipped in beside her.

Ling woke up, trying to understand what was happening. In a sleepy voice, she said:
“Orm?”
“Hey.”
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
“I couldn’t stay away. Knowing you were in the next room kept me up. I missed you.”
“I missed you too, baby. But Ying is asleep next door—if she wakes up, doesn’t see you in the room, and finds you in my bed, we could get into trouble.”
“You know how Ying sleeps. Once she’s out, she’s out until morning.”
Ling hesitated. Orm could feel it.

And she started palming Ling’s cock. Lingling gasped.

“Come on baby I miss you so much.”

“Orm…fuck.” Lingling was whispering, she wasn’t convinced.

“Just once and I’ll go back… I promise” Orm looked so cute. And who was Lingling to say no to her. She was above Orm now and kissing her fiercely. Orm hummed softy.

“You have to be quiet “ Ling warned and pulled out a condom from a drawer. She took off Orm’s pijama and underwear while sucking her neck gently and pushed her top over her head. Orm wasn’t wearing any bra, Lingling took her clothes off quickly. She was ready to penetrate Orm but suddenly she changed her mind and started kissing her way down to Orm’s breasts and her stomach and finally her pussy. Ling missed this taste, she started devaouring Orm. Orm whimpered , she was trying to be quiet. Ling knew better than pushing her like this. It wasn’t just Ying her parents could wake up. And she didn’t want to wast any more time she hugged Orm tightly and entered her slowly. Orm took it very well no noise until Ling started moving. She knew she wouldn’t be able to keep her voice down, she bit Ling’s pillow and moaned into it. And Lingling was moaning into the mattress their voice were low but skin slapping was unavoidable. It’s been a while both couldn’t keep themselves anymore, Orm clawed Ling’s back, her own back was arching. She went to heaven and came back, Ling let herself drown in Orm. They stayed locked for a minute before Ling got up and got clean.

When Ling returned to bed, Orm was already fast asleep. Ling thought, I’ll wake her  in five minutes, and snuggled up beside her. But when she opened her eyes again, it was 5:30 a.m.

“Orm, wake up,” Ling whispered.

“Mmm,” Orm murmured without opening her  eyes.

“Orm, it’s 5:30—you need to go back to Ying’s room.”
That was enough to wake her up. In just an hour, they’d be up, dressed, have breakfast, and head to school.
Orm opened her  eyes and began searching for her clothes in the dark.
With Ling’s help, she managed to get dressed.

“See you at breakfast,” she said, and didn’t forget to give Ling a kiss before leaving.

Orm quietly closed the door and stepped into the hallway. Her footsteps were muffled by the carpet, but the pounding of her  heart echoed in her ears.
When she reached Ying’s door, she  hesitated. She took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob.
Everything inside was just as she’d left it. She sat on the edge of the bed, but his mind was still with Ling.

Meanwhile, Ling lay alone in her bed. She  rested her head on the pillow but couldn’t close her eyes.
Orm’s warmth still lingered on her skin.
But so did a familiar ache—the kind that comes from being the part of a story that must remain hidden.

How long can we keep living like this?
That question kept circling through Ling’s mind.

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. It had all started like an ordinary Wednesday. The exact middle of the week... suffocating for most students. But for Orm, going to school was exciting because the only place she could see Lingling was in the school hallways. Normally, she would visit Ying at her house every week, but this week Ying had a packed and exhausting schedule full of projects.

As with every other day of the week, the cafeteria was completely full. Luckily, Orm, Ying, and a few friends had managed to find a table. The conversation didn’t particularly interest Orm, so she mostly ate while looking at her phone—until someone at the table asked Ying an intriguing question.

"Hey Ying, I heard your sister is dating Jen—is that true?"

Jen... blonde, blue-eyed, and long-legged Jen. The girl everyone wanted—boys and girls alike. The most popular and beautiful girl in school, so stunning her name was even known at neighboring schools. Orm’s eyes widened the moment she heard the question.

"I don’t know. I’ve never talked to Ling about it. Maybe it’s true, I’m not sure," Ying replied.

Her lack of denial only fueled Orm’s jealousy.

"They sit next to each other in biology. And everyone says there's some kind of chemistry between them." The person asking was clearly fishing for more information from Ying. And it was the same information Orm desperately wanted.

"If there’s something going on, I wouldn’t know. I don’t really talk to my sister unless I have to." That was true. Even though they were siblings, Ying and Ling were complete opposites. Ying was warm, funny, and a bit of a nerd. Ling, on the other hand, was charismatic, cold, and intriguing. Ying wasn’t athletic. Ling was the captain of the football team. They barely spoke unless necessary, and it had been that way for years. But recently, the reason was Orm—because no matter how different they were, Ling struggled with the guilt of hiding something from her sister. Especially when what she was hiding was a relationship with her sister’s best friend.

After overhearing the conversation, Orm couldn’t hold back and sent a message to Lingling:

“I’ll leave my window open tonight. Come at midnight.”

She didn’t expect a reply. They had done this before. When the longing became too much, they took risks to see each other. At midnight, Ling would climb up to Orm’s window, and after spending a few hours together, she would go back home. Most of the time, they were careful—silent enough that Ling would return home without her parents noticing.

Orm couldn’t remember how she spent the rest of that afternoon. Her mind was entirely on Lingling. She couldn’t concentrate on class. After dinner, she went up to her room to try and rest, gathering energy for the night. She hadn’t forgotten to leave the window open. But it didn’t matter—she had woken up before she arrived, and was waiting.

Fifteen minutes later, she heard the sound of Ling climbing the tree. Finally, she was in the room, and she closed the window behind her

Lingling was so wrong to thing that it was a booty call. Only if she knew. As soon as she entered she walked towards Orm and kissed her fiercely. Orm kissed her back at first until she pulled back. Orm made Lingling sit on the bed , she pulled down her zipper and reach down to her cock. Orm didn’t waste any time to suck it. It made Lingling to gasp loudly. While watching Orm’s bopping head Ling was trying to understand what was happening. Orm performed oral sex before but not like this Ling could feel Orm’s anger.

“Fuck…. What did I do?” Ling was whispering, Orm stopped sucking. Orm was looking at her while jerking her up and down

“People are talking about you and Jen” Orm said while getting up. Lingling’s head was over the clouds, she couldn’t even remember anyone called Jen.

“Who’s Jen?” She asked innocently. Orm got up and lowered herself on Lingling’s cock. Both tried to hide their moans in each others shoulders. Orm was not letting her move and she was not moving herself either. Orm was kissing and sucking her neck, hoping to leave a hickey.

“You sit with her at biology… still don’t remember?” Orm started moving, she was riding Ling at a slow pace. Slow and intense…

“Yeah, I remember. What about her?” She was panting heavily. She was not expecting this at all. She wrapped her arms around Orm.

“People say you guys have this sexual tension and you guys are dating” Orm was riding her faster now. She was fighting moans back while biting her lower lip.

“What?… no, teacher paired us up for a project” Orm was smiling inside.

“You sure?” She asked that just to make Ling tense.

“Yes baby. I wouldn’t do that to you”

“So you’re only mine” Orm could see that Ling was loosing her mind

“Yes baby only yours”

“Fuck Orm I have to pull out. I’m going to cum.” She never came before Orm but this was to much for Lingling

“No you won’t. You’ll wait for me first, won’t you?” Orm could feel her pleasure building up

“Ah fuck anything for you”Ling whispered but she was hardly holding herself. Orm wasn’t far behind. It didn’t even took a minute before she came on Ling’s lap. And Ling didn’t even remember how she managed to pull her cock out and came all over Orm’s stomach. They were trying to catch their breaths while foreheads resting on each other’s shoulders.  Orm pulled herself back and grabbed Lingling jaw

“Don’t forget who you belong to” she kissed her hard, bruising hard.

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Later that night, Ling had finally made it home. She had managed to sneak into her room without getting caught by her parents or Ying. When she entered the bathroom to take a shower, her eyes suddenly widened—there was a huge bruise on the side of her neck. *Orm!* she thought.

She immediately grabbed her phone and sent her a message:

Ling: There’s a huge bruise on my neck, Orm. How am I supposed to explain this to people? 

Orm: Aww baby, I’m sure you’ll come up with something.

Yes, if people had asked her, she probably could’ve come up with some kind of excuse. But no one asked her anything. Instead, just the opposite of what Orm would have wanted happened—people started to believe even more strongly that Ling was dating Jen.

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The bruise on Ling’s neck was like gasoline on a fire—the rumors exploded overnight. Everyone at school was sure now: Lingling and Jen were a thing. The day after biology class, Ling had shown up with that mark on her neck, and everyone assumed Jen had left it. For a bunch of high school kids, that kind of bruise was practically a love letter, visible to all.

And for Orm, it was unbearable.

In the days that followed, whispers trailed behind them in every hallway. Ling and Jen, the perfect couple. It was all anyone could talk about. Orm had wanted to send Jen a message, to say something—anything—but everything had gone sideways. Two days later, she saw them chatting in the corridor, and it was like pouring salt on an open wound. The gossip doubled. So did the ache in her chest.

We need to talk, she had texted Ling.

They both knew where it would happen. After school, behind the football field, on the worn-out bench where secrets had a habit of slipping out. Everyone else had gone home. They sat facing each other, the air between them heavy. A storm was coming.

Ling leaned in, trying to kiss her. Orm flinched back.

“What’s going on?” Ling asked, confusion in her voice.

“I don’t want you working with her anymore. Talk to the teacher. Find a new partner.” Orm’s voice was calm, but her eyes were sharp.

“This isn’t the time to be jealous, Orm. The project’s nearly done. There’s no one left to switch with, everyone’s already paired.”

“Then stop seeing her outside of class. People are talking. I hate seeing you two together.”

“It’s just for the project. People are talking because you put a damn bruise on my neck. Before that, no one even cared. That bruise told Jen someone else was in my life. That’s all it did.”

“Oh, so now this is all my fault?” Her  temper was flaring, and with it, her clarity faded.

“If you had let us be open about our relationship from the beginning, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Ling’s voice trembled, half with anger, half with hurt. They’d argued before, but never like this—never with so much at stake.

“I couldn’t tell Ying. I still can’t. And you could’ve told her too, but you chose not to. Don’t make this just about me.”

“Are you serious? You know how things are between me and her. We’re sisters, but we barely speak. If I told her I was with her best friend, she wouldn’t see love—she’d see betrayal. She’d think I stole you away and hate me even more.”

Silence settled between them like fog—thick, cold, and full of things neither of them wanted to say.

Orm looked away, jaw clenched, the weight of everything pressing against her chest. “I didn’t ask for this,” she muttered.

Ling let out a bitter laugh. “Neither did I. But here we are, hiding in the shadows like we’re doing something wrong.”

“We are doing something wrong,” Orm snapped, louder than she meant to. “Ying’s my best friend. She trusts me. If she ever finds out…”

“She’ll hate me more than she already does,” Ling finished for her. “But she doesn’t get to decide who I love.”

That word—love—hung in the air, sharp and raw.

Orm’s expression softened, just a little. “Do you?”

Ling looked up, meeting her eyes without hesitation. “Yes,” she said. “I do. But I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this—being your secret, hiding every smile, every touch. It’s exhausting.”

Orm took a deep breath, like the truth had knocked the wind out of her. “I’m scared, Ling. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. And I don’t want to lose you—or Ying.”

“You’re going to lose one of us eventually,” Ling whispered. “But if you keep standing in the middle, afraid to move, you might lose us both.”

A distant shout echoed across the empty field, but neither of them flinched. The world outside didn’t matter. Not in that moment.

“I’ll tell her,” Orm said, the words shaky but real. “Maybe not tonight. But I will. She deserves the truth. You deserve better than this.”

Ling blinked, unsure whether to believe her. “You really mean that?”

She  nodded. “I mean it.”

She reached across the space between them, fingers brushing her hand. “Then start by not pulling away next time I try to kiss you.”

Orm gave a small, broken smile. “No promises.”

Ling leaned in again, slower this time. And this time, she didn’t pull away.

Orm lingered on Ling’s lips for a moment. The kiss had ended, but the feeling it left behind hadn’t. The tension between them had shifted into something like a temporary ceasefire. But in Ling’s eyes, there was still a fragility—still a quiet waiting.

“What happens now?” she asked softly.

Orm shrugged, her hands clasped on her knees. “I don’t know. I just… need some time. I have to figure out how to tell Ying.”

Ling shook her head. “It’s not about time. It’s about courage. And I’m tired of carrying the weight of your fear. I can tell her”

Orm turned to her. “No, you’ll be too harsh. This isn’t just about Ying. When we started this… neither of us knew what we were getting into. She’s your sister.  And I’m someone she trusts. Breaking that isn’t easy.”

Ling’s face hardened. “But lying is easier, isn’t it?”

Orm’s voice softened. “I love you, Ling. I really do. But sometimes it feels like love isn’t enough. I keep wondering who I’d hurt less.”

Ling sighed and stood up. The sky had turned gray, as if their conversation had reached even the weather. “You’re hurting me more right now. A relationship can’t survive in hiding, Orm. If you’re going to talk about love so proudly, then stand behind it.”

Orm lowered her head. She had no answer.

Ling took a few steps away, then stopped. Without turning back, she said, “Think about it tonight. What do you really want? Me? Or to keep Ying happy while pretending you haven’t already lost me? Because you can’t have both anymore.”

Orm stayed behind, silent, alone.

That night, nothing felt normal. She couldn’t bring herself to open the messages on her phone, let alone reply. Ling was silent, too. And in that silence, for the first time, Orm felt truly, completely alone.

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"Hey, should we go to the party tonight?" Ying asked. They were about to walk into the last class of Friday. It had been a few days since her argument with Lingling, but Orm still hadn’t had the chance to tell Ying. With the tension slowly cooling off, going to a party didn’t seem like a great idea.

"Umm, I don’t know. It’s been a long week. I just want to rest." That was the truth — Orm was emotionally exhausted.

"Come on, Orm, please. It was a rough week for me too, I’ve been dealing with Ling all week."

"What happened?" Orm hadn’t talked to Ling in a while. She wasn’t sure if they had broken up or were still together. Their only messages were “good morning” and “good night.” That made Orm feel like the relationship was still somehow going, and that uncertainty terrified her.

"You know how Ling is… amazing. She’s great at every class, her football team is heading to the finals. My parents are rescheduling their meetings to watch her games. They’ve never once come to mine. But their perfect daughter? They never leave her alone... I just need to get my mind off things. Please let’s go." Orm needed a distraction too. She couldn’t focus on anything with Lingling constantly on her mind.

That’s how she ended up in a house packed with teenagers, the bass of the music shaking the walls. No one could hear anything over the noise. Somehow, someone had brought alcohol, and most of the guests were already drunk. Ying had passed out on a couch. Orm was tipsy too—more than tipsy, really. But she managed to stumble out to the front yard. She was staring at her phone like she was hypnotized, caught between calling Ling or not — and had been for the last few minutes. Finally, she got the courage and hit the call button. It was 2 a.m., Ling was probably asleep.

"Hello?" Ling’s voice was groggy, like she had just woken up.

"Liiingg, come get me, I don’t feel good." Orm’s head was spinning.

"Jesus, Orm, where are you? Isn’t Ying with you?" Ling had already jumped out of bed and was getting dressed.

"Yeah, she’s here but she passed out inside. Ling, I don’t want to stay here, please come."

"I’m coming, Orm. Grab Ying for me and wait by the front door. I’ll be there in ten." Ling hung up. As quietly as she could, she left the house and got in the car.

Hearing Ling was on her way, Orm tried to wake Ying, but didn’t have much success. Ying opened her eyes, mumbled something, and fell right back asleep. Orm didn’t even realize how much time had passed before Ling walked into the house. Without saying a word, she walked over to her sister, picked her up, and carried her to the car. She placed Ying in the backseat. Orm was in the front.

"Are you okay?" Ling asked.

"Yeah, I’m better… just a bit dizzy." Truth was, she wasn’t okay at all. Her words were slurring and if she laid her head down, she would’ve fallen asleep instantly. But she didn’t want to sleep while Ling was next to her. She had to stay awake until they got home.

They finally made it back. Ying had survived the ride without throwing up. Now Ling had to find a way to sneak them inside without waking anyone. She supported Ying and helped her in. Orm could walk, but she was zigzagging. Ling took Ying upstairs first, and Orm waited at the entrance. Then she came back down and helped Orm, who wrapped an arm around her shoulder. That way, she walked a bit straighter. Orm took the opportunity to kiss Ling’s cheek and neck.

They reached Ying’s bedroom. Ling opened the door and tried to guide Orm inside, but Orm resisted.

"Come on, Orm. You have to go in before someone wakes up," Ling whispered.

"No, I want to sleep with you."

"Orm, no, not tonight. You need to stay with Ying."

"I promise I’ll behave. Ling, please," Orm whispered too.

"Orm, I have a game tomorrow. Please, just sleep now. We’ll talk later, okay?."

"No, if you don’t let me sleep with you, I’ll start screaming."  Ling closed her eyes. A drunk Orm wasn’t someone she could reason with. Fine. She’d wait till Orm passed out, then move her to Ying’s bed.So they went to Lingling’s room.

Orm had promised to behave, but as soon as they got inside, she started kissing Ling. Ling kissed her back — but then she pulled herself together and gently pushed Orm away by the shoulders. Orm was clearly drunk, and Ling wasn’t going to take advantage of that.

"I love you so much... but I love Ying too. Please don’t make me tell her," Orm said, tears streaming down her face. Orm rarely cried. Ling had never seen her like this. Seeing her cry broke something inside Ling.

"Let’s talk about this later, baby. Right now, we both need sleep."

"I don’t want our relationship to end, please Lingling."

"It’s not ending, Orm."

"No, promise me. Even if I can’t tell Ying, you won’t leave me. I just... I can’t tell her, Ling." Ling was losing to Orm’s tear-filled eyes. Orm knew very well that when Ling gave her word, she meant it. The tears and the trembling voice weren’t helping either. Ling would rather keep a secret than lose Orm entirely.

"I promise," Ling said, once again surrendering to her love for Orm.

Orm rested her head against Ling’s chest and hugged her like a koala. Ling secretly kissed her hair. Both of them fell asleep within minutes.

Until morning came —and Ying found Orm in her sister’s bed.

"What the hell is going on?! Why is Orm in your room?!"  Ling and Orm jumped up at the sound of her voice. Ying was shouting, furious.

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  Lingling could see from the corner of her eye that Orm was panicking. Orm's hands and jaw were shaking; her brain seemed completely frozen. Her mouth was open, but no words were coming out. In that moment, Ling made a decision for both of them and did something she wasn’t proud of… gaslighting and lying.

"Are you serious?" Ling's voice cut through the silence, sharp and sudden. Ying and Orm exchanged confused glances, looking back at Ling as if she’d just spoken a foreign language.

"What?" Ying’s voice was quieter now, less of the anger from before, as though the storm had passed.

"You don’t remember last night, do you?"

"I... no. I don’t remember much. What happened?" Ying’s eyes were a mix of confusion and discomfort.

"When I brought you both home last night, you were both completely out of it. Drunk. you wouldn’t let Orm sleep in the same room as you. You were yelling at her, and I had to bring her into my room to avoid waking our parents."

Ying scratched her head, her mind still foggy. She couldn’t recall a single thing about last night. But Lingling was afraid — afraid of the questions that might come next. How did Ling know they were drunk? How did she know where the party was? What if Ying started asking about details Ling couldn’t explain? Lingling couldn’t afford to let that happen, not yet.

"Maybe I should’ve taken her to our parents’ room instead. It would’ve been a nice surprise for them this morning." Ling spoke casually, but her words were sharp.

"Look, I don’t like sharing my bed either. Especially not with Orm."

"If you shared your bed with me, you’d be grateful, Lingling!" 

Orm shot back, her old reflexes kicking in. Before their relationship had started, they used to argue like this — sharp, cutting exchanges that both ignited and intensified the energy between them. Lingling's pride and Orm's fiery temper had caused many fierce debates in the past. It was a cycle they couldn’t seem to break.

"Now that both of you are awake, leave my room. And don’t wake me up until the game time. And Ying, next time, don’t come into my room without my permission," 

Orm had overcome her panic stage and had come back to herself. She got out of bed and followed Ying out of the room. Before leaving, she made a "I love you" gesture with her lips to Lingling.

When Lingling woke up and went downstairs for breakfast, Orm was already gone. She knew Orm wouldn’t come to watch the game. They both agreed that it would be absurd for Orm to come to a game without Ying. But still, Ling always wanted to see her in the stands for every match.

Lingling had her breakfast and set off to join her team before the match.

Orm, on the other hand, went straight to her room when she got home to shake off the weight of the previous night. She fell asleep right away. When she woke up, she grabbed her phone and started scrolling through social media. A picture of Lingling and her teammates caught her eye. The match had ended, and Ling’s team had won.

Lingling had a pattern after her wins — she would come to see Orm, her face bright, her energy contagious. After a loss, it was a different story. Ling would be too angry to even look at her, let alone seek her out. Orm admired that about her — the fierce desire to win, the fire she brought to everything she did.

Orm sent a message: "I’m waiting for you." She knew it wouldn’t be long. Ling would be with her teammates for a while, then with their parents. But once that was over, she’d find her way to Orm. It always happened this way.

And sure enough, at midnight, Lingling climbed through the window. Orm’s heart skipped a beat as she wrapped her arms around her, pulling her close. It had been too long. They hadn’t been apart like this in a while, except the  previous night. Orm missed her more than she cared to admit

After they stopped hugging, Orm held Ling’s hands and said,

"I didn’t get a chance to thank you for this morning."

"Oh, no, please don’t thank me for that. I hate doing that. Manipulating Ying like that is really not something I like."

"I know, but still, it was my fault we ended up in that situation."

"When she finds out about our relationship, she’ll hate me even more…" Ling truly believed this. She thought that Ying’s hatred would only grow because of the constant lies and manipulations she had to tell to cover things up.

"You did it to protect me. I think she’ll understand." Orm took Ling’s hand and led her to the bed. They sat down together, Orm gently stroking Ling’s hair and face. The room wasn’t lit, but the moonlight on Ling’s face softened the atmosphere. Ling’s eyes were closed; she hadn’t noticed Orm coming closer until her lips touched hers. Slowly, they began to kiss.

“Should I remind you to be quiet?” Asked Lingling

“No I’ll be quiet ”

“Good girl” There was a dark fire in Ling’s gaze, and her wicked smile made Orm’s heart pound with a    Mix of fear and desire. Ling put her hands inside Orm’s t-shirt ve pulled it over her head and leave it on the bed. Orm did the same thing and pushed Ling’s sweatshirt over her head. Next was Orm’s bra. Lingling took it off and sucked her breasts hungrily . First left and right breast. Orm’s nipples were erected .

Orm was doing well- she hadn't made a sound yet; only the rhythm of her breath could be heard in the silence. Lingling took her pants and Orm’s pijamas off.  Lingling couldn’t contain herself anymore she went up and kissed Orm hard.

“Ah come on, don’t make me wait anymore” Orm couldn’t keep herself back, she was already grinding on Lingling’s dick

“ be patient “ said Lingling. She looked more controlled but she was barely  holding herself.

Ling entered her painfully slow. She was finally all the way in, she stopped and took a deep breath. Orm felt fantastic. Lingling started moving after second or third thrust Orm moaned, unexpectedly loud. Ling froze, she listened to the house for a second. No one woke up. Long started thrusting again, she was thrusting slower and deeper this time.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your voice down” said Ling and she picked up the T-shirt she had left on the bed. And pushed it in to Orm’s mouth while thrusting . Orm opened her mouth voluntarily  and welcomed the t-shirt. Orm looked so sexy like that. Orm closed her eyes and moaned . Lingling couldn’t looked at her anymore she almost came when she heard Orm’s moan. Lingling turned Orm onto her stomach and pushed her head into the pillow. Orm turned her head to the side so she could breathe through her nose.

Ling was thrusting harder now and Orm was dripping onto sheets, she was so wet. Both were glistening in sweat and both were gone. Orm slipped her hands between her legs and started circling her clit. Ling thanked her internally cause she wasn’t sure how long she could go. Lingling took the t-shirt out of her mouth.

“Fuck, I’m so wet” Orm whispered half crying. Ling opened her mouth but words didn’t come out instead she exhaled. She felt Orm’s walls pulsating around her, Orm was shaking uncontrollably finally Ling could let go. Her eyes turned back, her back arched and she emptied herself into a condom. Ling had to wait for couple of minutes before she could feel her legs, after she could feel her legs she got  up to clean herself. When she came back she found Orm asleep. She kissed her temple and went back the way she came.

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Lingling had left an exhausting training session early. Mid-season was always overwhelming. She had finally made it home. After unlocking the door and stepping inside, she was about to head upstairs when she noticed Orm sitting at the kitchen table. She was alone, looking at her phone. Lingling peeked into the room, her eyes searching for Ying — but no one else was there. Their parents were at work. So where was Ying?

"Hey, what are you doing here? Where’s Ying?" Lingling asked.

"Hey, babe. I thought you had training today. Your sister went to pick up your mom’s clothes from the dry cleaners."

"Ah, okay… do you want to come upstairs to my room?" Ling asked, biting her lower lip slightly.

They both knew what that question meant. It was a quiet moment — rare and fleeting — before Ying would return.

Without saying a word, Orm headed toward the stairs. Lingling followed closely behind. As soon as she closed her bedroom door, she leaned in and kissed 

They didn’t have much time to waste. Quickly Ling took Orm’s shirt off and gently sucked on her neck. She was pulling her pants off while trying to unhook Orm’s bra. And Orm was trying to take off Lingling’s shirt. Both knew time was a problem so they were doing their best. And finally they were on Ling’s bed kissing passionately. Ling reached out for a condom, she wasn’t fully hard so she was stroking herself while sucking Orm’s tits. And Orm was making little noises, she knew Ying could come any minute.

Ling lined herself and thrusted her hips forward. Orm gasped and hugged Ling tightly. Ling set a fast pace, after all it was a quickie. You could hear the wet slapping sound and low moans. Ling changed position and took one of Orm’s leg and put it on her shoulder. Orm’s  face was turned to left she was gripping  pillow and moaning into it. Change of positions felt incredible. Lingling’s one arm was hugging Orm’s leg and the other arm was reaching for Orm’s nipple and pinching it. But the one hand changed location and started circling Orm’s clit.

Ling  never stopped thrusting,  Orm came with a sexy moan,  trembling body and Lingling still didn’t stop. And she didn’t stop when she heard Ying yelling.

“Orm!” Ying yelled from downstairs

“Shit Ying’s here. Ling I have to go” Orm was trying to get up. Ling pushed her back, she was thrusting little faster now.

“I didn’t cum… almost there” Lingling was breathing hard. Orm laid back, holding back moans. Both were silent as they could be. Orm could hear Ying’s footsteps, she was coming upstairs.

“ she’s coming upstairs we have to stop now.” Orm was whispering she was so nervous.

“We will when I cum. I missed you so bad baby I don’t think I can stop. Just be quiet” Ling whispered back, she looked like she fell into a trance. Ying opened her rooms door but Orm wasn’t there. She walked down to Ling’s room and stopped in front of the door. She hold the door handle

“She’s going to open the door” Orm whispered she was holding her breath. She tought That was it, this is how Ying’s going to find out everything. Orm felt herself tightening around Lingling’s shaft once again

“She won’t after your drunken party night she knows better than that” Lingling assured. She was still fucking Orm cause she didn’t hear Orm saying stop. And to be honest she didn’t want to. Thought of getting caught was making her hips thrusting faster.

Ying let go of the door handle and slowly walked downstairs. Maybe Orm had gone home — the best thing to do was to call her, and her phone was downstairs. The sound of Ying’s footsteps descending the stairs could be heard

“I’m going to cum” Orm whispered hurriedly. Ling knew what would happen so she put her hand on Orm’s mouth. Orm was trying so hard not to make a sound. Her back arched off the bed and her legs started shaking. Ling’s mouth was open but no sound was coming from her. She emptied herself in condom with three deep thrusts.

“Fuck… that was something else” Lingling pulled herself out. Orm closed her eyes for ten seconds and got up to collect her clothes.

“What am I supposed tell her?” She was putting her clothes on. Ling was laying down, facing her.

“Just tell her that you were using the bathroom. I don’t think she checked there”

These things happened three days ago, but they played a major role in bringing Lingling to the table she’s sitting at now

“Lingling, can we talk? I’m waiting for you in the kitchen,”
Her mother knocked on her bedroom door and peeked inside.

“Okay… I’m coming,”
Lingling felt uneasy. Her mother only used that tone of voice when something serious was going on. With hesitant steps, Ling made her way to the kitchen.

Her parents were sitting at the table, clearly waiting for her. Her father gestured for her to sit down.

“What’s going on?” she asked as she pulled out a chair.

“Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. We just need to talk about something,” her father assured her.

“Alright…” Ling waited for them to begin.

“So, here’s what we want to know—did you sneak a girl into your room last night?” her mother asked.

Lingling’s heart started pounding in her ears. A rush of adrenaline flooded her body.

“Of course not. I came home from training, ate dinner, and went to bed.”

“Don’t lie to us. Your mother found a used condom in your room,” her father suddenly cut in. He was struggling to stay calm and clearly desperate to understand what had happened.

“I—I’m not lying. That did happen but it wasn’t last night,” Ling tried to deflect, her face burning with embarrassment.

“Look, we’re glad you’re being safe, but you know the rules. Don’t let it happen again. You’re grounded for a week—just home, school, and training,” her mother said firmly, laying down the judgment.

“Okay… can I go to my room now?” Ling was silently praying for the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

She couldn’t even remember how she’d left the kitchen and ended up back in her room. Her one-week punishment would start the next day.

Lingling sat trying to figure out how she could have made such a mistake. Normally,they were always careful to clean up after themself. How had this happened?

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“Hey, you look happy. What’s going on?” There were still 10 minutes before class started. Ying was walking toward Orm with a huge smile on her face.

“Oh Orm, I’m so happy. Last night, my parents punished Ling.” Ying couldn’t stop smiling. After all, golden child Lingling didn’t get in trouble every day.

“What? Why?” Orm had last messaged Lingling yesterday afternoon. Whatever had happened must’ve been later.

“Apparently, my parents found a used condom in her room. And you know that stuff is strictly forbidden at home. Anyway, long story short—Lingling is grounded for a week.” Orm drifted off for a second, thinking about the last day they had been together. She couldn’t quite remember what they did with the condom. She had left in a hurry because Ying was home, and cleaning up had been up to Ling. Ling was usually careful—she didn’t make mistakes like that.

As Orm was lost in thought, Ying’s expression suddenly shifted.

“Wait a minute… That means Jen will have to come to our place to finish the project. If Ling’s partner is Jen, this doesn’t even count as punishment.” Orm’s eyes widened. Ying was right. The project deadline was close, so Jen and Ling had been meeting after school at cafes or libraries—public places. But now that Lingling was grounded, that would change.

“Though after everything, my parents won’t leave them alone. They’ll at least make them keep the door open,” Ying added.

That didn’t change anything for Orm. She could feel jealousy flowing through her veins. Jen, Ling, alone in Ling’s room… Rumors about Ling and Jen had just begun to fade. Orm had to find a way to be at Ying’s place after school.

And somehow, she managed. After school, she ended up at Ying’s house. Lingling wasn’t home yet. Ying and Orm were snacking in the kitchen—it wasn’t unusual, they were always at each other’s houses.

Finally, the door opened, and laughter came from the entryway. Ling and Jen were laughing at something. They were heading past the kitchen when Ling’s mother called out.

“Hey Ling, where are you going?” Ling was just about to head upstairs. She changed direction and stepped into the kitchen, where she saw her mother, Ying, and Orm.

“Um, we’re going up to my room. We need to work on the project,” Ling said.

“Oh no, I don’t think so. Why don’t you work here or in the living room?” Ling thought it was a joke, but her mother was dead serious. Ying looked thrilled, standing there with a big grin on her face.

“But you’re all here, and we won’t be able to concentrate in the living room. Going to my room makes more sense.” Jen was aware of the situation and Ling’s punishment, so she didn’t find it strange.

“Actually, we were just heading to the living room. You can work in the kitchen,” Orm jumped in suddenly, standing up and dragging Ying with her to the couch in the living room. From there, they could see the kitchen.

Ling sighed but didn’t argue further. She and Jen sat down at the kitchen table, spreading out their notes and laptops. From the living room, Orm tried to pretend she was watching TV, but her eyes kept drifting toward the kitchen. She couldn’t hear everything they were saying, but the way Jen leaned in when Ling spoke, the way Ling smiled at her—it made Orm’s stomach twist.

Ying, on the other hand, was truly enjoying the scene. She kept nudging Orm with her elbow and whispering comments like, “Look at them. Do you think this is what a punishment looks like?” Orm forced a laugh, but her throat felt tight.

After about twenty minutes, Ling’s mother came into the kitchen and offered them tea. She lingered for a moment, eyeing the girls like a hawk before walking away. Jen sat up straighter, suddenly more aware of the scrutiny, while Ling rolled her eyes.

“They’re not even trying to hide the fact that they’re watching us,” Jen muttered.

“Well, they did find a condom, so…” Ling whispered back with a shrug.

“Why don’t you tell them who your real girlfriend is?”
“I want to keep my girlfriend to myself a bit more. Why don’t you confess to the person you like?” They had become good friends while working on a project together. Jen knew that Lingling was seeing a girl, and Ling knew that Jen liked someone.
“I’m not telling because the person I like is a nerdy student, and the reaction people will give if they find out scares me.”

Orm caught only bits of this and had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from reacting. Ying, sensing Orm’s tension, turned the volume up on the TV.

After a while, Jen excused herself to use the bathroom. As soon as she left the kitchen, Orm stood up and walked in, pretending to get a glass of water.

Ling looked up, surprised.

 “You okay?” she asked casually. Orm nodded.

“Just thirsty,” she replied, grabbing a glass from the cabinet.

There was a short silence. Ling kept looking at her, almost as if she wanted to say something. Orm wasn’t sure what to do with the air between them—thick, charged, and so full of everything left unsaid.

“Hey,” Ling said quietly, “you know it’s not like that with Jen, right?”

Orm didn’t answer. She just filled her glass with water and stared into it as if the surface might show her something she didn’t want to feel.

As Orm stood there, sipping her water too slowly, Ling finally got up and walked to the sink beside her. The silence felt heavy—familiar and dangerous. Ling leaned against the counter, crossing her arms, her expression soft but unreadable.

“You’ve been acting weird all day,” she said, not accusing—just curious.

Orm gave a quiet shrug. “Have I?”

Ling tilted her head, studying her. “Look, I know what you’re thinking. But Jen and I... we’re just friends.”

Orm finally looked at her, meeting her eyes. “You sure? Because from the outside, it doesn’t look that way.”

Ling didn’t flinch. “We became friends working on the project, that’s it. She knows I’ve got someone in my life. You know that’s you, right?”

Those words made Orm’s breath hitch for a second. She hadn’t realized how badly she needed to hear them. But still, a knot of unease remained.

“Then be careful,” Orm said quietly. “You’re not the only one in the house who’s watching. Jen may be your friend, but others see more. Ying sees more. Your parents definitely think they saw enough.”

Ling exhaled, stepping a little closer. “I know. I messed up leaving that thing in my room. It won’t happen again.”

They were so close now that Orm could feel the warmth of Ling’s body just inches away. Neither of them spoke for a moment. The tension shifted—less about jealousy, more about longing, about all the things that never got said in front of others.

Orm reached out, almost unconsciously, and brushed Ling’s hand with hers. Ling didn’t pull away. And leaned in to kiss her. Kiss got heated in a second. Hands tangled in hairs and Ling’s lips went down to Orm’s neck.

Footsteps sounded from the hallway—Jen was returning.

Ling stepped back immediately, smoothing her hair like nothing had happened. Orm set her glass down with a quiet clink.

Jen entered the kitchen with a polite smile.

“Sorry. Your mom has way too many decorative soaps in that bathroom.”

Ling laughed, too quickly.

 “Yeah, she’s obsessed.”

Orm gave a tight smile and turned to leave the kitchen, her chest aching with every step. Whatever was between them, it wasn’t gone. But it wasn’t simple anymore either.

That evening, the project dragged into the night. Pages turned, keyboards clacked, but the tension between Ling and Orm never softened. In the dim yellow light of the living room lamp, Orm could still hear Ling’s laughter from the kitchen. And worse—Jen’s voice blending with hers.

By the time Ying’s mother called them all for dinner, the air between the four girls was thick and delicate, like a tightrope.

They sat together at the table, but Ling deliberately avoided Orm’s gaze. Jen sat beside her, too close, their knees brushing under the table. Orm’s fork scraped against her plate, appetite long gone.

Later, while everyone was still at the table chatting, Orm slipped away to the hallway. She needed air. Or distance. Or something else.

She wasn’t expecting Ling to follow.

"Why did you leave?" Ling asked, quietly, closing the hallway door behind her.

Orm leaned against the wall, crossing her arms. “Why do you think?”

Ling didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she took a step closer, then another—until Orm could feel her breath, warm and deliberate.

“We’re just finishing a project. That’s all.”

Orm scoffed. “You forget I know you. You play with your bracelet when you’re nervous. You’ve been spinning that damn thing all night.”

Ling looked down at her wrist, where a silver bracelet twisted between her fingers. She laughed, almost sadly.

 “I'm coming to see you tonight. Okay? Let's just get over with dinner this once.” Said Ling 
“How are you going to come? You're grounded.” Said Orm.
“The same way I always do. I'll sneak out through my window and come to you. Trust me, I'll be with you tonight.”

The entire house had finally fallen silent. Only then did Ling dare to slip out, her heart pounding as she stepped into the quiet of the night. It was well past midnight. With soft, practiced movements, she began to climb the tree beside Orm’s window—each branch a step closer to her.

Orm was already waiting. The moment Ling stepped into the room, Orm rose from her seat, as if drawn by gravity, and walked toward her.
"Hey."
"Hey." Their voices were soft, tender. They met in a kiss as light as a sigh, and wrapped themselves in each other's arms as if trying to erase the distance between them.

“I hated seeing you with her today, Lingling,” Orm whispered, her arms still tightly around Ling’s waist, unwilling to let go.
“I know, love… but she’s just a friend. Nothing more,” Ling murmured, her voice trembling with sincerity.
“You two were laughing all day. I can’t remember the last time you laughed like that with me,” Orm’s words were edged with pain—raw and unfiltered. Ling felt the sting of helplessness, unable to make her believe there was nothing between her and Jen.

“Please, Orm… There’s nothing going on. We just spent time together because of the project… and we became friends, that’s all.”
Orm didn’t speak. Her silence was louder than any accusation. She wanted to believe her. She really did. But the image of them—so close, so familiar—burned in her chest like a betrayal that had no name.

“I missed you,” Ling breathed, stepping closer. Her lips traced a slow, yearning path from Orm’s cheek down to the curve of her neck. For a fleeting moment, Orm melted into her touch, her resolve wavering…

But then—she pulled back.
“No… not tonight,” she said softly, but with a finality that broke Ling’s heart a little.

She almost never said no. But this time, the weight of what she’d seen—true or not—was too heavy to ignore.

“Are you serious?” Ling asked, her voice catching in disbelief.
“I am,” Orm replied, her eyes unwavering.

“Then… can we at least hold each other? I’m so tired.”
Orm didn’t answer. She simply walked to the bed, slipped beneath the covers without a word. Ling followed quietly, her heart still aching, and curled beside her—holding on, even if nothing else could be held onto tonight

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   They finally had a day they could spend together. Orm’s parents had gone out for dinner, and she wasn’t about to miss this rare opportunity. She secretly invited Ling over. This time, they wouldn’t have to whisper or hold back their moans—this time, they could be free.

Lingling was kissing her neck passionately,

“Ah… We don’t have much time,” Orm said, her voice trembling with excitement. “I want to scream—really scream this time.”

They took each other’s clothes off fastly. Ling couldn’t contain herself anymore and turned Orm onto her knees and hands. Ling stroke herself before pushing herself into Orm. She sank into her slowly. It didn’t take to much before Ling thrusting frantically. She was holding Orm’s waist and Orm was moaning loudly, practically screaming.

“Fuck I missed your screams” Ling said after kissing Orm’s back.

Minutes spend with moans and gasps, Orm couldn’t hold herself up anymore, she was on her elbows now and she was screaming. Orm was almost there, Ling could feel her getting tighter and tighter. She kept her rhythm going and watched Orm trembling in front of her. That was the most beautiful thing she could ever see.

But something wasn’t right cause that scene alone would make Ling cum shaking but no she didn’t. Orm was on the bed now trying to catch her breath. Ling was behind her frozen

“You didn’t cum” Orm said turning around to look at Ling

“Yeah… I don’t know what happened. I just couldn’t” Ling was confused this never happened before.

“Give me a minute… we’ll try again” said Orm. And they did try again. This time they could see each others faces. Orm’s legs were on Lingling’s waist.

Orm could see that Ling was close and getting faster. She was trying to focus on Lingling. But Lingling hammering harder and faster wasn’t helping. Orm lost her focus to a powerful orgasm. Her eyes turned back, she hugged Ling and started shaking uncontrollably. She was sure that she would be sore in the morning. And Ling didn’t cum…again.

Lingling felt frustrated and embarrassed. She wanted to leave now. Back in days she could barely hold herself and now… She couldn’t understand what was happening herself—how was she going to explain it to Orm.

 Orm didn’t give up easily. Stubbornness was her armor—unyielding, even when her body had nothing left to offer.

Ling had laid beside her, listening to the uneven rise and fall of Orm’s breath. Her chest heaved, her mind still lost in a haze. But when she found herself again, she turned to Ling with quiet clarity.

“Sit here,” she said, nodding toward the edge of the bed.

She rose from the far side, her steps shaky but her resolve intact. She walked toward Ling, her voice soft yet firm:

“Take off the condom.”

Ling did as she was told, a thought pressing itself into her mind like a bruise: Maybe this is where it ends.

Orm could barely feel her legs—each movement a quiet battle. Still, she pushed forward.

When she reached Lingling, she knelt in front of her. Her fingers, trembling but deliberate, reached up to tie back her hair

She started stroking her cock “I’ll suck you off until you cum.”

“For fucks sake” Lingling raised her head and looked up to the ceiling. She watched Orm’s tongue going up and down on her cock before taking all of her. Orm’s head moved for minutes and Ling was so fucking close if she could only take another step crossing the line. Orm take her cock out of her mouth completely. She twirled her tongue around the head and sucked the head. They looked each others eyes. Orm hold the eye contact while sucking the head and jerking the rest of the length. And finally Ling felt herself cumming.

“Ahh!! Ah fuck!” Now Ling was screaming and gripping the bed sheets tightly. She came in Orm’s mouth, she felt her balls pulsating and cum spurting. Orm never let her do this and fuck it felt fantastic. She never let Ling cum in her mouth.

Orm was thinking about it too cause Lingling tasted so good. ‘Why didn’t I do that before?’  she thought to herself. Ling laid back on the mattress and Orm laid on her chest, she was breathing Ling’s parfume. Ling was still breathing hard.

“So why did it take too long?” Orm asked. Because she thought she was the problem. Maybe Ling didn’t desire her anymore.

Lingling opened her mouth to reply At that exact moment, they heard the front door open downstairs. The silence between them instantly turned into a frantic look.

“Shit! My parents are home!” Orm whispered, leaping out of bed and scrambling to get dressed. Ling rushed to do the same. There was no choice—she’d have to go out the window. She headed toward it, paused for a last, intense kiss, and disappeared into the night.

As Ling stepped into the quiet street, her thoughts were anything but calm. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Her body and emotions felt strangely disconnected—as if she no longer recognized herself.

“Get a grip,” she muttered to herself. “What’s wrong with you? What the hell was that?”

Frustrated, she shook her head and got in her car, heading home.

The moment she stepped inside, the sound of an argument echoed through the house. She already felt off, and the last thing she needed was to be dragged into whatever was going on. Quietly, she headed for the stairs, silently begging, “Please… just let me make it to my room.”

But a voice stopped her in her tracks like a slap.

“Oh, look who finally arrived. Our beloved favorite child!” Ying’s voice was sharp, sarcastic. “Welcome, Your Highness. Care to join us commoners?”

Ling froze but said nothing. As she started up the stairs, she muttered, “What the hell are you talking about, Ying? Just leave me alone.”

But Ying wasn’t done.

“This is about you, Lingling. You might want to hear it. Our dear parents, they only ever think of you,” she said, her voice beginning to crack.

Ling stopped. She looked at her sister and saw the tears brimming in her eyes. Without a word, she turned and walked into the living room.

“What’s going on? Dad? Ying, what are you talking about?” she asked, eyes shifting from her parents to her sister.

Her father glanced at her briefly. “It’s nothing important. Don’t worry about it. Go on up to your room.”

“No!” Ying’s scream cut through the air like glass breaking.

Ling froze. She had never seen her sister like this—tears streaking down her face, her whole body trembling with emotion.

“Did you know our parents set up a college fund just for you? That they’re only planning to send you to university?” Ying asked, her voice breaking into sobs.

Ling’s expression turned blank. Her eyes darted between her parents and her sister. This was the first she’d heard of it.

“No…” she whispered. “I didn’t know.”

Ying took a few slow steps toward her. When they were face to face, she stopped.

“You’ve always been the important one! Everything has always been about you. As if I’m not their daughter too. Everything that was supposed to be mine ends up being yours. Their money, their love, their future plans… Orm!—they all go to  you…”

Ling’s heart skipped. Her chest tightened as adrenaline surged through her veins.

“W-What are you saying, Ying?”

Ying narrowed her eyes. Her voice dropped, low and furious.

“I mean… Did you really think you could fuck Orm behind my back, and I wouldn’t find out?”