After the Fall

Chapter 9: The Celebration of Secrets

The laughter and chatter of Ling's friends filled the air, creating an electric atmosphere in the apartment. As Ling reveled in their excitement, a mischievous grin spread across her face. Not only had she managed to get Orm into bed in just a few weeks, but her friends were thrilled about her conquest.

"Can you believe it?" Ling declared, leaning back on the couch with a self-satisfied smirk. "I've already had my way with Orm! That was way easier than I expected."

The room erupted in cheers and playful jeers, with Mew clapping her hands excitedly. "Yes! That's our girl! Tell us everything!"

"Right?" Ling continued, enjoying the attention. "I mean, she practically threw herself at me! I didn't even have to try hard. It was a total win."

Ying raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "You're not really into her, though, are you? Orm's just a fun little fling?"

"Exactly!" Ling said, waving her hand dismissively. "I like to keep things casual. I don't want anything serious; that's not my style. She was just... easy I got in her little panties and F*CKED her you know?, she was a desperate little weeping girl begging for me to take her there and then".

The group burst into laughter, and Ling felt a rush of thrill at their reactions. They were all in on the joke, and the lighthearted teasing fueled her bravado.

Mew leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We should totally celebrate your 'achievement'! How about a girls' night out? We can hit the club and toast to your victory!"

"Yes!" Ying chimed in enthusiastically. "We need to paint the town red! This is a moment to remember!"

Ling felt a mixture of excitement and a twinge of guilt. She loved the attention, but a small voice in her head reminded her that she was dismissing Orm as just a conquest. "Sure, let's do it! But remember, I'm not looking for anything serious," she clarified, trying to maintain her cool facade.

"Who cares?" Mew waved her hand. "Tonight is about you! Let's have fun and let loose!"

As they planned the night out, Ling felt a thrill of freedom wash over her. She was surrounded by her friends, ready to embrace the wildness of the night ahead.

Hours later, after an intense pre-party session of getting ready, the three friends stepped out of the apartment. Ling looked in the mirror one last time, adjusting her outfit and admiring her reflection. "I feel like a goddess tonight!" she declared.

"You are a goddess!" Mew replied, grinning at her. "Let's show everyone what you've got!"

The atmosphere outside was electric, with music pulsing from nearby bars and laughter echoing in the streets. As they made their way to their destination, Ling felt giddy with excitement, her earlier hesitations drowned out by the thrill of the moment.

Once they arrived at the club, the energy enveloped them. Ling quickly forgot about her reservations and threw herself into the festivities. They danced, laughed, and took shots, the thrill of the night intoxicating.

As they moved through the crowd, Ling caught sight of Orm in the distance, her heart racing. "What if Orm wants to join us?" she asked, though part of her didn't really want that.

"Let's keep this celebration just for us! We can invite her later," Ying suggested. "Tonight is all about you!"

Ling felt a rush of exhilaration at the thought. "Fine! Let's party!"

As the night wore on, Ling felt alive, losing herself in the rhythm of the music. Amid the fun, a nagging thought lingered in her mind about how she was portraying her relationship with Orm. Was it fair to treat her as just a game?

Later, while they were taking a break from dancing, Mew leaned closer to Ling. "You know, I think you've really got something special with Orm. I saw the way she looked at you last night, even if you're pretending it's just fun."

Ling felt a warmth spread through her at the thought, but she brushed it off with a laugh. "It's nothing serious, Mew! I just enjoy the thrill of it."

Unbeknownst to Ling, a figure in the shadows had been recording their entire conversation about the bet with Orm, the sly smile on their face hinting at future trouble.

The night wore on, filled with laughter and dancing. As Ling finally left the club, exhilarated yet exhausted, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was on the edge of something monumental. She was dancing on a fine line between fun and a deeper connection with Orm, and for the first time, she felt a twinge of doubt about her casual attitude.

As they stopped at a food stall to grab late-night snacks, Ling's mind raced with thoughts of Orm and how her words might come back to haunt her. Maybe there was more to this connection than she was willing to admit. Perhaps it was time to rethink her stance on love and desire.

Little did she know that Orm was waiting for her back at the apartment, uncertain and curious about what Ling's newfound freedom truly meant for them.