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The mood was sour. That much Orm could notice.
Lingling had opened the door and let her in first, like the usual gentlewoman she's always been. Orm walked inside and grabbed one of Ling's protein smoothies from the fridge.
She twisted the cap and glanced at the older woman, trying to gauge what's going on.
They were in Lingling's condo, just another one of the many sleepovers Orm usually has in a week at Ling's place. They practically lived together.
Lingling hasn't said a single word. She untied her shoes and went upstairs, Orm could hear the bedroom door being shut harder than usual. Ling was probably taking a shower now.
Orm stared at the staircase for another few seconds after Lingling disappeared upstairs. "...Weird."
She pushed herself off the counter and wandered into the living room, dropping onto the couch. Her phone lit up with notifications from the group chat.
A few selfies from today's filming.
A voice message.
A video.
Orm tapped on one of the photos.
Immediately, she spotted the problem.
"Oh."
A grin spread across her face.
The picture had been taken during lunch.
Orm was laughing at something off-camera, leaning slightly into one of the male actors beside her. His arm was resting on the back of her chair.
Completely innocent.
Unfortunately for Lingling, innocent and acceptable were often two different things.
"Oh my God."
She zoomed in.
Then she laughed.
"No way."
The more she looked at the picture, the funnier it became. Because now she could remember exactly what happened afterwards. Lingling had arrived five minutes later to pick her up.
Orm buried her face in a cushion to stop herself from laughing.
Jealous.
Lingling was jealous.
The realization made warmth bloom inside her chest. It shouldn't have. A mature girlfriend would've probably gone upstairs and reassured her partner.
But Orm was not a mature girlfriend.
She was, unfortunately, the kind of girlfriend who liked poking bears with sticks.
The bedroom door opened upstairs. Orm immediately sat up. A few moments later, footsteps descended the staircase.
Steady.
Unhurried.
Dangerous.
Lingling appeared at the bottom wearing a long sleeved black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, her damp hair pushed back from her face. She looked unfairly attractive for someone clearly in a bad mood.
Orm watched her walk into the kitchen.
Open the fridge.
Close the fridge.
Open it again.
Close it harder.
The corner of Orm's mouth twitched. This was incredible.
Lingling finally looked over, and their eyes met.
Orm's smile widened. Lingling's narrowed.
Neither of them said anything.
A challenge.
Orm accepted immediately.
"What?" she asked sweetly.
Lingling held her gaze for a long moment.
"Nothing."
That almost made Orm laugh. Almost.
Because the way Lingling said nothing sounded suspiciously like everything.
Orm tucked her legs underneath herself. "You're mad."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
"You've been glaring at the fridge for thirty seconds."
Lingling slowly shut the refrigerator. Orm had to bite the inside of her cheek. This was getting dangerous, yet she couldn't stop.
Lingling gets jealous all the time, it's not surprising. Orm liked to think that being territorial and possessive are what's included in the package when one dates a much older woman.
Or maybe it's just Lingling.
But the thing was, Lingling usually kept everything locked away behind that composed smile, even when she's jealous.
There are rare times when little cracks started appearing.
A colder voice.
Shorter answers.
That look.
The one she was wearing now.
The one that made Orm feel simultaneously triumphant and nervous.
Lingling crossed her arms. "Did you have fun today?"
Orm immediately knew. There it is. She leaned back into the couch. "Mm. Lots."
Lingling's expression didn't change, which somehow made it worse. "Really?"
"Very."
"Interesting."
Orm was absolutely going to hell. Because instead of backing down, she tilted her head and asked innocently, "Why?"
The look Lingling gave her nearly made her fold.
Nearly.
But not quite.
So she smiled.
And that was the exact moment Lingling realized Orm knew.
The realization flashed across her face.
Orm saw it happen. Saw Lingling understand that she was being teased, that she was being laughed at. Orm was enjoying every second of it.
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. The smile slowly disappeared from Lingling's face.
Orm's stomach dropped, just a little. Because she knew that look too.
And unlike the jealousy, this one never ended well for her.
The problem was that Lingling was patient. She was practically a saint.
Orm had gotten away with far too much over the last two years because of it.
Normally, when Orm was being annoying, which was often, Lingling would sigh and let it go. She would pinch Orm's cheek, roll her eyes, pull her into a hug, and pretend to be annoyed for all of thirty seconds before giving in.
She spoiled her.
Everybody knew it.
Their friends knew it.
Their families knew it.
Orm definitely knew it.
Lingling let her steal food off her plate. Let her interrupt meetings with pointless phone calls. Let her leave clothes and makeup all over the apartment. Let her cling to her in public, in private, whenever she wanted. She spoiled her relentlessly, indulged every whim, every mood, every ridiculous request.
Most people only knew Lingling as polite and composed. The woman who smiled gently during interviews and thanked everyone around her. The woman who never raised her voice.
Orm knew a different side. Not an angry side, Lingling rarely got angry. But there was a limit.
And when Orm found it, Lingling didn't yell.
She got quiet.
Very, very quiet.
Which was somehow worse.
The smile disappeared from Lingling's face completely, the change was subtle enough that someone else might not have noticed. But Orm did, immediately. Her stomach fluttered.
Not with fear.
Not yet.
Just awareness.
The kind that came from realizing she'd pushed a little too far and was now waiting to see whether she'd get away with it.
Lingling stood motionless beside the kitchen island, her arms folded across her chest.
Neither of them spoke, the silence stretched.
Ordinarily, Orm would've looked away first.
She didn't.
Because she was stubborn and she was still.. amused.
Because part of her wanted to see how far she could take this.
A dangerous combination.
"What?" she asked again, unable to hide the smile pulling at her lips.
Lingling studied her. Not the playful glance from before. A proper one. Slow, deliberate. The kind that made Orm feel like she was being evaluated.
Judged.
Found guilty.
"You know exactly what."
The smile threatened to widen.
"Oh?"
Lingling's eyes narrowed slightly. The movement was tiny, barely noticeable. Yet somehow the entire room felt colder.
"You've been smiling."
Orm shrugged.
"I usually smile."
"Not like this."
That made her laugh. A mistake.
A terrible mistake.
The sound had barely left her mouth before she saw something shift in Lingling's expression.
Orm's laughter died almost immediately. Almost. But then she remembered the photo again. Remembered Lingling apparently spending the entire afternoon silently seething because a coworker had sat too close to her and made jokes with her.
The amusement came rushing back.
She pressed her lips together to hide it.
Failed, spectacularly.
Lingling exhaled through her nose. A slow measured breath. The kind people took when they were actively trying not to lose patience.
"You're enjoying this."
It wasn't a question.
Orm bit down harder on the inside of her cheek. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Lingling stared at her. That was enough. "You think this is funny?"
The words were spoken softly. Too softly.
Orm felt something uncomfortable twist in her stomach, because Lingling wasn't teasing anymore. The realization arrived all at once. The playfulness she'd been pushing against all evening wasn't there.
The indulgence wasn't there either.
Normally, by now, Lingling would've sighed and given in.
Instead, she simply looked at her.
Waiting.
The smile finally slipped from Orm's face.
Lingling noticed.
Of course she noticed.
She noticed everything.
"Answer me."
Orm swallowed.
The two words weren't loud.
If anything, they were quieter than before.
That was what made them effective.
Lingling had never needed volume to command attention, she carried herself with a kind of certainty that made people listen.
Usually Orm loved it.
Right now she was beginning to regret it.
Still.
She couldn't resist one last poke.
"It is a little funny."
The second the words left her mouth, she wanted them back.
Lingling's expression didn't change, not even slightly. Which was terrifying.
Orm would've preferred anger, at least anger was familiar. This was something else.
A stillness that settled over the room like a storm waiting to break.
Lingling uncrossed her arms.
Slowly.
Then she began walking toward the couch.
One step.
Then another.
Orm's heart immediately started beating faster.
Not because Lingling was doing anything threatening.
But because she wasn't.
There was something uniquely frightening about a woman who had every reason to be upset and still remained perfectly composed.
Lingling stopped in front of her, close enough that Orm had to tilt her head back. She could smell the familiar scent of shampoo lingering in Ling's damp hair.
The couch suddenly felt much smaller. Orm resisted the urge to shift backward.
"You knew." Ling's voice was calm, steady. "You figured it out the second we got home."
Orm opened her mouth.
Closed it again.
Lingling didn't give her a chance to lie.
"And then you kept going."
The accusation landed with uncomfortable accuracy.
Because it was true, Orm had known exactly what she was doing. She'd seen the jealousy and decided to enjoy it.
The worst part was that she'd do it again.
Probably.
Eventually.
Just maybe not today.
Lingling's gaze remained fixed on hers. The same way a teacher looked at a student who was testing boundaries, waiting to see whether they were going to admit what they'd done.
Orm suddenly became very interested in the stitching on the couch cushion.
"Maybe."
"Maybe."
The repetition was enough to make her wince.
Lingling leaned forward slightly. "Do you know why I'm upset?"
Orm's first instinct was to say because you're jealous. Thankfully, survival instincts kicked in before the words could leave her mouth.
She hesitated, for the first time all evening.
And Lingling saw that too. A flicker of something crossed her face. Not satisfaction, not quite. Just the recognition that Orm was finally taking this seriously.
"You know," Lingling said quietly, not waiting for the brat in front of her to answer, "sometimes I wonder if you do these things intentionally."
Orm stayed quiet, because the answer was yes. Absolutely yes. One hundred percent yes.
The problem was that admitting that now seemed unwise.
"I spent the entire afternoon telling myself I was being unreasonable."
"And then I come home," Lingling continued, "and discover that instead of reassuring me, my girlfriend finds the situation funny."
The word girlfriend landed harder than it should have.
Maybe because Lingling rarely pulled that card.
Maybe because suddenly Orm felt much younger. Smaller. Like she'd been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to.
Lingling exhaled through her nose, not quite a sigh. "I let you get away with things nobody else could."
Orm's heartbeat picked up.
That silence between them wasn't empty anymore. It felt dense now, like the air itself had thickened, pressing in on Orm's ribs every time she breathed. Lingling was still standing too close. Not moving. Not touching. Just... there. Watching.
Waiting.
Orm hated how aware she was of it. Of everything. The way Lingling's damp hair curled slightly at the ends, the way her sleeves rolled over her elbows, the faint scent of sandalwood that clung to her skin like something deliberately calm. It didn't match the expression on her face at all.
Because Lingling was still calm, too calm.
Orm shifted slightly on the couch, dragging one knee up under her chin like she could make herself smaller, less exposed. It didn't help. Lingling's gaze followed the movement immediately, sharp in a way Orm wasn't used to seeing on her face.
Usually, Lingling looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Now it felt like she was being read. Like Lingling had finally stopped letting her get away with being unreadable.
Orm swallowed. "I didn't—"
"You did."
The interruption was quiet. Final. Orm's mouth snapped shut again.
Lingling tilted her head slightly, studying her the way she might study a problem she already knew the answer to. It wasn't angry. That was the worst part. There was no raised voice, no dramatic reaction. Just that steady, controlled focus that made Orm's confidence start to slip at the edges.
Orm tried to recover her usual tone. "You're being dramatic."
A flicker.
That was all it took.
Lingling's eyes darkened slightly, and Orm immediately felt it—the shift. Not loud. Not explosive. Just a tightening of everything in the room, like something invisible had clicked into place and locked.
"No," Lingling said.
Simple.
Flat.
Orm's breath caught a little anyway.
Lingling took another step closer.
Now there was no pretending she wasn't in Orm's space. No pretending this was casual. Orm could feel the edge of the couch behind her thighs, the way she was starting to lose options that weren't just... staying exactly where she was.
Lingling looked down at her. Not unkindly, but completely without softness.
"You're still enjoying this?" Lingling asked again, slower this time, like she wanted Orm to hear every part of it.
Orm forced herself to meet her eyes. "A little."
The honesty was immediate regret.
Because Lingling didn't react the way she usually did. No sigh. No eye-roll. No indulgent dismissal like Orm was being silly but harmless.
Instead, Lingling went still. Completely still.
And then she leaned in slightly.
Not enough to touch.
Enough that Orm's attention snapped fully to her without permission.
"You really don't know when to stop." Lingling said softly.
Orm's pulse jumped. That softness didn't mean what softness usually meant. Not anymore.
Lingling's gaze dropped briefly to Orm's mouth before returning to her eyes, and the air in Orm's chest suddenly felt too tight, too warm, too aware of the fact that Lingling was right there and not moving away.
It wasn't comforting, it was controlling.
Like Lingling had decided the space between them didn't belong to Orm anymore.
Orm's voice came out quieter than she intended. "P'Ling.."
That earned her something. Not relief. Not forgiveness. Just attention.
Lingling straightened slightly, and the moment broke just enough for Orm to breathe again, but not enough for her to relax.
"You don't get to P'Ling me like that," Lingling said.
Orm frowned slightly, defensive instinct returning on reflex. "Like what?"
Lingling's eyes held hers, long enough that Orm started to feel like the answer was already obvious.
Then, calmly. "Like you know I'll let you get away with it."
Lingling sat beside her and reached out then, but stopped just short of touching Orm's face. Her hand hovered there, close enough that Orm could feel the intention behind it more than the contact itself.
It wasn't affectionate. It was a warning wrapped in restraint.
Orm stayed very still.
And for the first time that night, she wasn't smiling at all.
"Are you done being a brat?" Lingling asked kindly, "Or should I spank it out of you?"
"P'Ling, I'm sor-"
"Bend over my lap." Lingling didn't care to let her finish.
Amber eyes went wide. "..Huh?"
"Huh?" Lingling mocked, and didn't wait for another answer. She grabbed the back of her girlfriend's neck and forced her down her lap with gentle force. Lingling smirked then, Orm had chosen the perfect day to get on her nerves and wear one of those short skirts of hers at the same time. She wasted no time to bunch the skirt all the way up to Orm's waist.
Orm could feel a big, warm hand caressing her exposed ass.
"Do you want to keep your underwear?" Lingling asked with consideration that wasn't fitting for the situation whatsoever.
Orm nodded immediately, her hands scrunching up the fabric of the couch. "Y-yes, please, Phi."
"Too bad I don't think you deserve it." Then Orm's lacy underwear was dragged down to her knees with one simple tug.
"Phi, I'm really sor-"
Smack.
The crack of Lingling's palm across her ass the first time was more a feeling of shock than anything else. She was too stunned to feel the first blow. Even the second Lingling gave so quickly her brain didn't seem to process it.
But with the third, Orm cried out.
"You better start counting, baby." Lingling reminded with an awfully sweet tone, "We'll stop at twenty for now, hm? You think that's enough for you to learn your lesson?"
"Yes!, it's enough, Phi-"
Smack.
Fire bloomed across her ass, a scalding heat that seemed to cover every inch of Orm outside and in.
"O-one." Orm called out.
A soft warm caress. A temporary thing that made the pain go away for all but two seconds.
Ling's hand landed again.
Another wince from Orm. "Two."
She expected another hit to rain down on her, but two long fingers glided over her pussy instead.
Lingling smiled, "Dirty little girl." She felt the wetness on her fingers, and wiped it off Orm's buttcheek. "You can't help yourself, can you?" Lingling knew Orm was aroused, her swollen cunt was glistening, begging to be fucked.
Then, Lingling spat a trail of warm saliva on her pussy, and thrust two of her fingers inside.
"P'Ling..!" Orm cried out, hands gripping tighter on the couch. She was getting lightheaded from the sensation of pain and pleasure. The filthiness of the sloshing wet sounds from her own pussy made her skin crawl.
Lingling didn't relent, her thrusts moving deeper and quicker as though she knew her little girl's orgasm was imminent.
Well, she knew.
Which was why she pulled her fingers out right before Orm could cum.
"P'Ling, please!" Orm begged, feeling the sudden emptiness.
Spank.
Orm didn't even have time to register it.
Another spank.
"It's better you start counting again, baby." Lingling's voice was too sweet, "You know it doesn't count when you don't say it."
"Three!" Orm gasped.
Then, her Phi really spanked her seventeen more times. Each feeling as though she meant to separate her soul from her body with the pain that came with them.
Orm didn't try to move away once. She knew by the third hit that this wasn't going to be playful, that this was serious.
This would hurt, and it really did.
Lingling wasn't joking around.
Gentle palm rubbed over her red buttocks as she sobbed. "Shh.." Lingling cooed, "You did well, baby." She eased Orm up, wiping off the tears on her puffy red cheeks and giving her a soft kiss on the forehead.
Lingling slid her arm under Orm's thigh and carried her off to the bedroom, smiling in satisfaction as Orm rested her head on her chest, snuggling closer to seek comfort.
Lingling sat down on the bed, her back leaned against the cushioned headboard and kept Orm on her lap.
She looked down at Orm, whose puffy eyes were fluttered close, sniffing quietly from the crying as she kept cuddling closer to Ling like she wasn't already close enough.
Lingling's fingers made their way to the warmth between Orm's legs again, sliding in easily from the wetness.
"P'Ling, please, I want to cum." Orm begged sweetly, her hands tugged at Ling's collar. She didn't care about anything else.
"Hm.. you want to cum, baby?" Lingling asked, fingers thrusting right into the spot where Orm wanted.
"Yes, please." Orm nodded eagerly.
Lingling pulled her fingers out. "Then work for it yourself."
"P'Ling.." Orm whined.
"You better start riding me real good," Lingling's hand moved to wrap around Orm's neck, her thumb pushing Orm's chin up to make sure their eyes met. "then I'll decide if you deserve to cum."
The look Lingling gave was enough for Orm to obey immediately.
She pulled her girlfriend's cock from the sweatpants. The tip was already leaking with precum as she wrapped her hand around it.
"Lick it off." Lingling told her.
And Orm did, leaning down to taste the saltiness.
She closed her mouth around the tip and eased down gently to suck like how Lingling liked it.
But Lingling fisted her hair to pulled her up, Orm was met with a pair of dark, disapproving eyes.
"Did I tell you to suck?" Lingling's tone was serious. "I don't want your mouth, I want your pussy."
Orm wasn't sure what to respond.
"Now, N'Orm."
Orm got up then.
She positioned herself, sinking down as slow as she could to avoid the pain on her buttcheeks.
Then Orm moved.
Lingling's hands squeezed her reddened butt gently as she moved, earning a gasp from her. Orm wrapped her arms around Lingling's neck, seeking for more warmth.
Usually when Orm was on top, Lingling would guide her movements, moving Orm as they both liked.
But she wasn't now, really letting Orm work for the orgasm herself.
Lingling couldn't help but chuckle at the flustered look on her little girl's face. She really did spoil Orm too much, even now she's struggling to make herself cum.
"Mm, you're doing well baby." Lingling praised. She kissed Orm's mouth and delved her tongue inside.
Orm gasped in between the kisses, moving quicker as she felt the knot in her stomach tightening. Lingling only kissed her harder, swallowing all of her moans.
"Can I cum, please? Please, Phi." Orm managed to ask quickly.
"Of course you can, my love." Lingling smiled against Orm's lips, arm snaking around Orm's waist to move her impossibly closer. "Go on, work on it yourself." She gave encouraging kiss on Orm's shoulder.
And Orm did exactly as she was told.
Lingling could feel the long acrylic nails scratching her back, along with the warmth of Orm's cum gushing down onto her cock shortly after.
Orm rested her head on Lingling's chest, sighing heavily from exhaustion.
"N'Orm."
"H-hng?"
"Did I say you could stop?"
Orm's eyes popped open.
She was spanked red, her skin was burning like hell, and she just had one of the most intense orgasms of her life that she had to work for herself.
But Lingling wasn't done.
"Phi, I'm-"
Lingling wrapped her hand around Orm's neck. Squeezing hard on the sides to remind Orm once again that she was serious. "Be good. Keep moving." The tone left no room for discussion.
Orm moved again like she did.
But sloppier this time, she was getting unbearably overstimulated.
"P'Ling.. I can't. I'm tired." Orm whined, swollen lips pouting at Lingling. Orm was silently hoping that would work.
"You are so spoiled, you know that?" Lingling pinched her cheek. "Fine then, get on your hands and knees."
"But P'Ling-"
"N'Orm."
Orm obeyed then. She got on all fours and lifted her reddened ass up for Lingling, just like how Lingling liked it. On display for her.
Her P'Ling really was scary when she got angry.
Orm felt Lingling's still very hard cock gliding against her pussy from behind. Ling's hand was once again wrapped around Orm's neck securely, her voice was dark and sultry as her lips touched Orm's earlobe, "Think about this next time you try to flirt with someone else."
Lingling pushed in to the hilt, earning a cry from Orm. Orm thought she could've gotten used to this feeling by now, considering how often they had sex.
But now she's starting to realize she may never get used to her Phi's very generous size.
"Think about how good I can fuck you like this, N'Orm." Lingling groaned, moving harder. "Only I can fuck you like this, you hear me?"
"No one else, P'Ling." Orm answered back, she didn't want to get into anymore trouble than she was already in.
"And you might want to think twice too before you act like a brat again." Lingling warned. "I can do this all night, you know that, baby?" She chuckled darkly. "I can edge you till you cry your eyes out.." Another harsh thrust into Orm's g-spot. "or I can make you cum so many times you'll forget your own name, you'll be fucked stupid."
Orm arched her back, trying to find an angle that felt less intense, but that only allowed Ling to slide fully into her. Lingling kept her hips at that angle, thrusting with powerful strokes. Her thighs slammed against Orm's swollen ass and that was enough to bring the wail to her lips.
Lingling was not taking it easy on Orm, neither with the rough, thorough strokes of her cock, nor taking care to spare her red and painful skin.
But with each stroke Lingling pressed Orm's clit with her thumb and Orm began to feel the pressure building low in her stomach again.
God, it felt good. The invading stretch, the pressure against her clit when Lingling drove into her, the scrape against her walls as the ridge of Ling's cock, the thick veins along the sides dragged in and out.
Orm clenched on Lingling. Her hands were in fists and she was arching further. Squirming, writhing, trying to push back to have more of Lingling in her.
Lingling only smirked. "But then, you would like it, wouldn't you? Being fucked stupid, being my personal cum dump." She continued fucking deeper into Orm. "You are such a greedy girl, N'Orm."
Lingling knew everything all too well.
"Please, please.., P'Ling." Orm couldn't say anything else, but there was no mistaking what she was begging for.
"Tell me what you want, baby."
"I want to cum on your cock, please."
Lingling hummed. "Alright then. You have permission. Be a good girl and show me how tight this little pussy can get."
The second orgasm hit Orm no less harder than the first one. Lingling let her ride it out.
Then Lingling flipped her over, cock sliding back in.
"P'Ling!" Orm gasped as she felt a sharp smack to her pussy.
"Who does this pussy belong to, baby?"
Another smack.
"You!, only you.."
Lingling smiled approvingly. She lifted Orm's legs to rest on her shoulders, her thrusts still deep and steady. "Let's see how many times I can make you cum tonight."
Orm reminded herself to not piss Lingling off ever again.
Oh, she knew she definitely would again.