Morning Afterglow

The morning was quiet at the office, save for the sound of Freen's keyboard as she lazily typed out an email while sipping her coffee. It was a typical day—or so she thought. Her routine was interrupted by the sound of humming. Freen's eyes darted up just in time to see Lingling stride into the office, practically glowing.

Lingling, humming softly to herself, placed her designer bag on her desk and flashed a radiant smile at Freen. "Good morning, Freen."

Freen nearly choked on her coffee. "Okay, who are you, and what did you do with Lingling Kwong? The last time I saw you this happy, you closed a billion-dollar deal."

Lingling chuckled, smoothing out her blazer. "Can't a person just have a good morning?"

"Not when that person is you," Freen retorted, narrowing her eyes. "You don't just 'have a good morning.' Spill. Did the stock market skyrocket overnight? Or did someone give you a lifetime supply of iced coffee?"

Lingling's smirk deepened, but she simply shook her head. "It's personal."

Freen leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. "Personal? Ling, I'm your best friend. Nothing is too personal for me. Just tell me. Why are you practically chirping?"

Lingling picked up a stack of papers from her desk, glancing at them as if she hadn't heard Freen. "You wouldn't want to know."

"Oh, come on!" Freen insisted, leaning forward. "After that entrance, I have to know. Did you finally acquire that company you've been stalking? Or did Orm agree to let you name your first child 'Dividend'?"

Lingling's lips twitched, but she maintained her air of mystery. "It's not about business."

Freen's eyes widened. "Not about business? Ling, that's even more suspicious. Just tell me already. I'm dying here!"

Lingling sighed dramatically, setting down the papers. She leaned toward Freen, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Fine. If you must know... I had a very intimate night with my soon-to-be wife."

Freen froze, her coffee cup halfway to her lips. Her eyes widened, and she sputtered, "WHAT?! Ling, no! I didn't need to know that!"

Lingling leaned back in her chair, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "You insisted."

Freen groaned, setting her coffee down as if it had been tainted. "I was expecting something about spreadsheets... Not anything related to bed sheets! Not this!"

Lingling's smirk only grew as she leaned forward again, clearly enjoying Freen's discomfort. "Well, if you're curious, Orm did this thing where she—"

"STOP! STOP RIGHT THERE!" Freen shot up from her chair, waving her hands frantically. "I don't want to know! I don't need to know!"

Lingling tilted her head, feigning innocence. "But you're the one who wanted me to share."

"Not that!" Freen exclaimed, pacing the office. "I was expecting a cute story, not... whatever this is."

Lingling shrugged, her tone nonchalant. "We had wine, candles, and let's just say... Orm's incredibly good with her hands."

Freen yelped, practically tripping over her chair. "LING! PLEASE!"

Freen clutched her head, groaning loudly. "This is too much. I need bleach for my brain."

Lingling, composed as ever, picked up her coffee and took a sip. "Maybe next time, you'll think twice before insisting on knowing everything."

Freen glared at her, still pacing. "You're a menace. Do you know that? A menace! Poor Orm. How does she survive you?"

Lingling smirked, crossing her legs. "Oh, trust me, Freen. Orm doesn't just survive me. She thrives, in me."

Freen groaned again, flopping into her chair. "Why do I even bother?"

As Lingling prepared to leave the office, Freen warned her. "You know I'm telling Becky about this, right? She needs to suffer with me."

Lingling smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Go ahead. But be warned, Becky might enjoy the details even more than I do."

Freen froze, horrified by the mental image. "Nope. Nope. That's it. I quit. I'm done."

Lingling calmly picked up a stack of papers and walked to her office. "Have a productive day, Freen."

As the door closed behind her, Freen muttered under her breath, "I need therapy."

It started with a simple text. Becky was sprawled on her couch, enjoying a rare moment of quiet, when her phone buzzed.

Freen: I have new trauma. Thanks to Lingling.

Becky: Oh, this I've got to hear. Spill.

Freen: *Lingling told me about her "intimate night" with Orm.

Becky: HAHAHAHA. I always thought Orm was a bottom. This confirms it. I bet she's actually good with her hands.

Freen: Why are you like this?

Becky grinned wickedly and immediately dialed Freen. The line barely rang before Freen picked up, groaning. "This is not funny, Becky."

"Oh, it's hilarious," Becky replied, her voice full of mischief. "The Ice Queen? Hot adult activities? I didn't even think she was capable. And Orm? Bottom energy all the way. I bet she's a natural."

Freen groaned louder. "I already regret telling you."

"You should," Becky said smugly. "Because this is going to fuel my teasing for weeks."

Later that morning, Becky waltzed into Blooming Beans, her grin practically splitting her face. Orm was behind the counter, arranging a display of fresh pastries. Becky sauntered up, her tone dripping with mock innocence.

"Morning, Orm," she said sweetly. "Sleep well last night? Or were you too... busy?"

Orm looked up, raising an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

Becky leaned on the counter, her grin widening. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Freen told me everything. Intimate night with Lingling, huh? Didn't know you had it in you."

Orm's face turned a shade of red that matched the strawberries in the pastry case. "Becky, I swear..."

"No need to be shy," Becky teased. "Honestly, I'm impressed. I mean, I've always thought you were a bottom, but apparently, you're... skilled."

Orm groaned, but then a mischievous smirk appeared on her face. "Oh, really? You want to hear more?"

Becky blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Wait, what?"

Orm leaned closer, lowering her voice. "There were candles, music, and Lingling... well, let's just say she wasn't the one in charge."

Becky's eyes widened in horror. "NOPE. NOPE. I'M GOOD. STOP RIGHT THERE."

Orm grinned, enjoying the rare opportunity to fluster Becky. "What? You brought it up. I'm just sharing."

"I hate you," Becky muttered, covering her face. "Why did I think this was a good idea?"

Orm laughed triumphantly. "That's what you get for teasing me."

The aftermath lingered well into the afternoon. Orm returned to the counter to organize a few things and reached out to pat Becky on the shoulder. Becky immediately yelped, jumping out of reach.

"Don't touch me!" Becky exclaimed, pointing a dramatic finger at Orm. "I know what you did with those hands. Keep them far away from me."

Orm blinked, surprised, then burst out laughing. "Are you serious right now?"

"Dead serious," Becky retorted, crossing her arms. "You've been tainted. I'm not risking it."

"Tainted?" Orm repeated, grinning even wider. "You're acting like I committed a crime."

"You might as well have," Becky said, shuddering for emphasis. "Emotional distress is real, Orm."

Orm held up her hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. No touching. Happy now?"

"Ecstatic," Becky replied, though her lips twitched in amusement.

Later that day, Lingling and Freen arrived at the café to pick up the girls. Lingling entered first, her usual composed demeanor in place, but with a glint of amusement in her eyes. Freen followed, looking cautiously around, as if expecting Becky to ambush her.

Becky immediately pounced. "Your Majesty," she said with an exaggerated bow to Lingling. "How nice of you to grace us with your presence. I hear you've been... busy."

Lingling raised an eyebrow, unbothered. "I take it Freen shared my private life with you?"

"Oh, she did," Becky confirmed. "And I'm having the time of my life imagining the Ice Queen getting... well, you know."

Lingling's smirk deepened. "If you're so curious, Becky, perhaps Orm and I should give you a demonstration."

Becky blinked. "Wait, what?"

"Oh no," Freen muttered. "Ling, don't."

Before anyone could stop them, Lingling turned to Orm, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Shall we?" she asked softly.

Orm, catching on, smirked. "Why not?"

To Becky and Freen's utter horror, Lingling and Orm leaned into each other and began a full-blown, steamy make-out session right in the middle of the café. It wasn't just a quick kiss—it was passionate, deliberate, and entirely over the top.

Freen covered her eyes. "Oh my god. I'm scarred. This is worse than the details!"

Becky, frozen in place, could only mutter, "This... this is too much."

After what felt like an eternity (but was probably only a few seconds), Lingling and Orm pulled apart, both looking completely unbothered. Lingling turned to Becky and Freen, her expression calm. "Satisfied?"

Freen shook her head. "No. Absolutely not."

Becky's jaw dropped. "I... I don't even have a comeback for this."

Orm grinned, taking Lingling's hand. "Come on, love. Let's leave them to process their trauma."

As the two walked out, Becky turned to Freen, her voice faint. "We need therapy."

Freen nodded solemnly. "Group sessions. Twice a week."