"Ten, fifteen, twenty..." Orm muttered as she counted the money she was holding while sitting in the waiting area outside the operating room.
Only twenty thousand baht remained of the funds she had gathered after paying for her sibling's surgery fee. Yet, she couldn't breathe a sigh of relief just yet; her sibling's condition remained precarious, and the procedure had been critical. On top of that, she needed money to purchase various medications for her sibling's recovery-not to mention the other miscellaneous expenses they had to cover, even though they were at a public hospital. It was no wonder, then, that a headache began to set in alongside the aches in her body. She could never forget what happened last night, no matter how much she might want to. She had surrendered herself to a stranger for the sake of the money she needed, yet, honestly, she felt no regret.
Ling-that was the only name she knew the stranger by. The night was a blur for her, events moved so quickly. Fom Utt's accident to the moment she accepted the manager's offer to sell her honor so that her brother could afford surgery. Yet, amidst it all, she recognized that Ling was a striking beauty. Ling carried an air of arrogance and could be intimidating, but Orm secretly found the way she spoke Thai adorable. Although Ling was fluent, her accent didn't quite match the words she used, and combined with her soft voice, it made Orm's defenses crumble.
But aside from all of it, what she couldn't forget was what happened between the two of them. Ling hadn't been gentle, but she hadn't been overly rough, either. Even without prior experience, Orm knew the difference. Despite Ling's initial intimidation, Orm hadn't felt afraid of her; she had simply been nervous about what was about to happen.
And they had done it twice.
She knew she had lost consciousness after the first time, and she felt Ling caring for her afterward. She could feel the gentle touch of a warm towel against her legs and intimate areas, but she was too exhausted and sore to care, choosing instead to keep her eyes closed. Then, she woke up again in the middle of the night to find Ling sucking on her breast. She was relentless.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. How do you feel?" Ling asked in a soft, tender voice.
Orm couldn't answer properly, no matter how hard she tried, she was distracted by Ling's hands caressing her nipples-slowly toying with them until they stood erect and hard. As for Ling, she could hardly tear her gaze away from the rose-hued shrine before her.
"Can I?" Ling asked again, and what else could Orm do? She was delirious, drowning once more in the pleasure she felt. All she could manage in response was a low moan.
That seemed to be exactly what Ling was waiting for, she immediately kissed Orm's lips, nibbling and sucking on them. Their tongues danced together, and Orm didn't even have a moment to feel self-conscious-despite having just woken up-because Ling was kissing her with an intensity that suggested kissing was as vital as breathing.
It felt as though Ling was worshipping her with the way she kissed every inch of her body. Her caresses-a mix of gentle strokes and firm squeezes-were met with moans and silent prayers that the pleasure they both shared would never end. All they wanted was to be close to one another; Ling longed to crawl into her, bury herself deep within her, and remain there for eternity and beyond. Ling simply felt like she could lose herself at the mere thought of possessing the young woman once more.
Then Orm felt Ling immediately straddled her, supporting her weight with her arms as the blanket covering her lower body slid away. She wantonly wanted her that Orm wasn't surprised anymore to see Ling's member hard and standing proud. She had already felt it against her legs before even seeing it, and for the umpteenth time that night, she wondered how such a monster fit inside her.
