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He Xuan, generally, was not very social. She was entirely content to spend most of her time alone, at home, with her books and her pets and her experiments, with no need to see or talk to anyone.
Well, almost anyone.
She found that she could easily spend lots of time with Shi Qingxuan.
Really, she should not have been surprised to find this out about herself. Back in the days when she was masquerading as Ming Yi, they had been an inseparable pair, much to her annoyance. And yet, she had allowed the relationship to grow, when she never allowed anyone else to get close.
The end of that relationship had been so much harder than she ever thought it would be.
It had been abrupt and cruel, the one blow she hadn’t anticipated, and it tore her heart out and left her drifting without the annoying, cheerful little anchor she had come to rely on in spite of herself.
She had drifted for many years with no sign of a shore.
And then, Shi Qingxuan had ascended again, barrelling back into heaven with the force of a tornado.
He Xuan had vowed to avoid her, to make sure the little god’s second chance wasn’t ruined by her tragic presence.
And yet they kept running into each other.
These accidental meetings became so frequent that eventually they were forced to talk, and the seeds of a real friendship began to grow, gradually becoming something more. They made space for each other, both learning to adapt to the other’s needs. For He Xuan, this included learning how to be social.
She had griped about coming to this party since she found out it was happening, sulking over it like a spoiled child. So, Shi Qingxuan had issued a challenge. They would play a game all evening long, to see if He Xuan could change her behavior. It was simple enough; good behavior earned rewards, bad behavior earned punishment. He Xuan had become considerably more excited for the party after that, but not necessarily at the prospect of earning rewards. Her scheming mind was working away, devising ways she could tip the scales in her favor and produce an outcome that she wanted: less time spent at an irritating social event and more time alone with Qingxuan. As for the potential punishment she might earn, that was fine. She was sure she could easily handle anything Shi Qingxuan devised.
For someone so intelligent, with such a talent for making plans, He Xuan could be incredibly foolish sometimes.
The two women entered the party arm in arm, giving their usual impression of a pair of opposites: one short, one tall; one playful, one serious; one in white, the other in black; one submissive, one dominant. It was easy enough to imagine how this dynamic must play out, from the outside looking in, and many did speculate; their relationship was, unfortunately for He Xuan, a popular topic of gossip in the Heavenly Capital. Some details of this gossip were correct, at least in broad strokes, but there were other, more subtle things that everyone seemed to miss. He Xuan was glad for this. There were some things about their relationship that she was glad not to clarify, even if the popular version of events was not very flattering. Some things were too precious, too personal, for her to ever talk about in public. There was a side benefit to this secrecy, as well. People were so invested in their interpretations of her relationship that they couldn’t see the really juicy details hiding in plain sight.
Like her outfit for the evening, for example.
He Xuan was wearing a set of black robes, the cut softer than she would have chosen for herself. Shi Qingxuan had dressed and styled He Xuan herself, according to Shi Qingxuan’s personal tastes. The robes had a wave pattern embroidered in gold along the sleeves and lower hem, with subtle accents of shimmering green and a scandalously low cutout across the bust. Her earrings were simple gold bars, and around her neck was a fine chain. In the middle of the chain was a circular ring, and suspended within the ring was a single, glimmering emerald. To a casual observer, it looked like ordinary jewelry, but it weighed just as heavily around He Xuan’s neck as the thick leather collars locked away in their bedroom at home.
The form was different, but the meaning was the same.
At her side was the woman who had dressed her like a doll for the evening, made her into a beautiful plaything.
Shi Qingxuan was in her usual white and green, her gauzy robes clinging to her body like mist. Her hair was elaborately dressed and her makeup was immaculate; when she walked into a room, everyone stopped to take notice. Every eye was on her, and it made He Xuan burn with jealousy.
She stuck close to Shi Qingxuan, lurking in the background like an unfriendly shadow. She felt a greedy little spark of satisfaction when someone would approach Shi Qingxuan to talk, see He Xuan over her shoulder, then blanch and excuse themselves. She was exceptionally talented at killing the mood, and soon enough it would be good and dead, everyone put off by her presence. And then Shi Qingxuan would take her home.
And then He Xuan would have her all to herself.
Sure, she might be a little mad, but that could be smoothed over. He Xuan wouldn’t even need to pretend to be contrite or apologize, she’d just offer to take a little punishment and Shi Qingxuan would forget about the party soon enough.
Or so she thought.
After about an hour of acting like a gloomy rain cloud around her little sunshine, He Xuan felt the brush of a hand against her own. Shi Qingxuan wrapped her fingers firmly around He Xuan’s wrist and led her away from the party, into a little spare room away from the main hall. She didn’t speak until the door was firmly shut.
“Did you forget who’s in charge here?”
He Xuan didn’t answer, choosing to glare at the wall instead. Something narrow and hard smacked her ass with surprising force, making her jump and cry out. When she turned to look, Shi Qingxuan had her fan in her hands and was running her fingers over it casually. He Xuan stared at it, incredulous at being hit.
“Bend over, put your hands flat on the table,” she instructed. “And I’d advise you not to yelp like that, unless you want everyone to know what I’m doing to you.”
After a beat of stunned silence, He Xuan did as she was told. Time felt slower as she bent at the waist and placed her hands on the table in front of her. It dawned on her that this was really happening , it wasn’t just a fantasy they both shared in secret. Her annoyance quickly became tinged with an uneasy anticipation, something she wouldn’t allow herself to admit was eagerness. She inhaled sharply as Shi Qingxuan pulled her skirts up above her waist and pulled her panties down around her thighs. He Xuan wondered for a frantic moment if the door was locked or not and turned her head to check.
The fan hit her squarely across the ass.
“Don’t move.”
“You’re really using your fan? ”
THWACK!
The fan cracked loudly across her upper thighs, narrowly missing her pussy.
“Yeah, I am. It’s very handy. It works even better since you repaired it; thanks for that, by the way.”
Two more hard strikes landed on her ass, one for each cheek. He Xuan bit her tongue, willing herself to stay quiet. The tip of the fan trailed lightly over her cheeks, teasing the red marks already blooming on her pale skin. Shi Qingxuan’s free hand moved in to squeeze her thighs and push her legs further apart. When He Xuan didn’t move fast enough, Shi Qingxuan kicked her ankles.
“Go on, spread your legs!” She snapped. “We both know you like it.”
He Xuan sputtered and turned her head, ready to argue. The words died on her tongue as Shi Qingxuan slapped her pussy full force with her fan. He Xuan had to clamp her jaw shut to keep from screaming. Shi Qingxuan hit her again, then began to speak, punctuating her words with more harsh slaps to He Xuan’s cunt.
“All I want—” Slap! “Is a nice night out—” Slap! “Without you being difficult!” Slap! “What is so hard for you about giving me what I want?!” Slap-slap-slap!
He Xuan was dazed from the pain, staring at the wall with her mouth open. Shi Qingxuan poked the end of the fan against her pussy to get her attention.
“He Xuan. I asked you a question.”
“Whuh-?”
Shi Qingxuan brought the fan down again.
“We can do this all night. Tell me why you’re acting like a whiny bitch or I’ll beat your pretty little cunt until you can’t talk.”
He Xuan tried to answer, but all that came out were choked, incoherent noises. Shi Qingxuan struck her again, angling the fan up between He Xuan’s legs to hit her cunt from below.
“Not good enough. Use your words.”
He Xuan gasped and struggled.
“I don’t—” she paused, swallowed, tried to breathe. “I don’t like parties.”
“Too bad, I do. You know I do. You know I’ve been looking forward to this. And you choose to act like a spoiled, petulant brat anyway. Why?”
He Xuan was still, shame pooling hot in her gut. She shut her eyes and forced the truth out.
“I don’t like them looking at you,” she gritted out. “Whenever we go out everyone stares at you and I hate it, I hate sharing you. I want you to myself, I don’t want to share.”
Shi Qingxuan snorted.
“How romantic. And you really think that’s an excuse for bad manners? Your selfish little fantasies? I know people want me. Why wouldn’t they? You think I’ll be swayed by any fool who gives me a passing glance? If you’re so jealous you can’t think straight, I’ll tie you to the bed and leave you at home the next time I go out.”
“No!” He Xuan jerked her head back, trying to look at Shi Qingxuan. Shi Qingxuan grabbed her hair and forced her back into position. “Please don’t leave me behind, I…I promise I’ll be good. I won’t be rude, I’ll even talk to people. Please let me stay with you.”
Shi Qingxuan sighed dramatically.
“I suppose . But you really have to be on your best behavior, got it?”
He Xuan nodded.
“Such a greedy girl. If you want me that much, I suppose I can indulge you a little.”
She pulled He Xuan’s cheeks apart, revealing the base of the plug that had been stuffed inside her all evening. He Xuan bit her lip as Shi Qingxuan toyed with the base of the plug, pulling it out just enough for the fat bottom to catch against her hole before pushing it back in. She alternated playing with the plug with groping and slapping He Xuan’s cheeks, adding more tender pink marks against the red she had left with her fan. She amused herself this way for several minutes before stepping away to retrieve the bottle of lube from her purse. Then, she pulled the plug out in one go before slicking up her cock and driving it into He Xuan’s soft, twitching hole.
He Xuan almost screamed as the cock entered her, but she managed to hold back, body jerking in place as a series of broken gasps and cries forced their way out of her mouth. It took all her focus to stay quiet and stay in position as Shi Qingxuan started to move; she wasn’t holding back, her hips snapping sharply as she made it clear this was going to be fast and rough. He Xuan panted through her mouth, a thread of drool leaking down her chin, her hands shaking as she struggled to keep them flat against the tabletop. Shi Qingxuan held onto her hips, dragging her closer, using her. Her grip was so tight He Xuan knew she was going to bruise. Shi Qingxuan leaned over her back, pressing their bodies together, and whispered in He Xuan’s ear.
“If you even think about touching your cute little pussy I’ll lock it up in a chastity belt for a month.”
He Xuan gasped, her whole body shaking. They’d tried locking her up before, first for a few hours, gradually working to a whole day, then a few days at a time, always with plenty of time in between for recovery. Never for a whole month! He Xuan kept her hands flat, afraid that if she dared move Shi Qingxuan might really follow through on her threat. There was a chance she was exaggerating, playing up the punishment for effect, but there was an equal chance she was serious, and He Xuan didn’t want to find out which it was. She could scarcely imagine how ruined she would be after a whole month locked up, completely under Shi Qingxuan’s power. She would probably agree to anything, just for a little relief. The thought made her feel insane, and not exactly in a bad way.
“You know, I could keep you chained up at home,” Shi Qingxuan whispered. “But I don’t want to. I want to take you out, show you off to everyone. Let them see how well my pretty wife obeys me,” her hands roamed up He Xuan’s sides and over her chest, squeezing her breasts through the fabric of her gown. “I want them to see how well-trained you are.”
He Xuan’s soaked cunt clenched around nothing, her hips jerking as she searched for any kind of stimulation. Shi Qingxuan slapped her ass hard enough to make her cheeks jiggle.
“You really think I’m going to let you cum after the way you’ve been acting? Come on, you’re smarter than that, you know you don’t deserve it.”
He Xuan only whimpered and arched her back, trying to get closer, searching for any point of contact. She had never thought of herself as particularly needy, but since she had started playing with Shi Qingxuan it was like a long-forgotten hunger had been awakened, a need to be touched she had never felt before. She supposed it had always been there, present from the start of their relationship all those years ago, but back then it had been unclear, a greedy, aching want she couldn’t name, distorted by anger and grief. Then there had been the long years of separation, the ache growing and becoming clearer with time. And then they had reunited, able to see each other as they truly were for the first time. And then, this had started up. The strange little power games Shi Qingxuan had learned about during her time as a mortal, and shyly suggested to He Xuan after their relationship had moved into more intimate territory. He Xuan had scoffed when she first brought it up; how much damage could Shi Qingxuan possibly hope to do to her with something as simple as a spanking? She had found out just how much when she was given a spanking for the first time and it reduced her to tears. Since then, the neediness had only grown, her craving for the release and catharsis provided by the exchange of power and pain overwhelming her shame. There was a time, long ago, when she would have resented Shi Qingxuan for introducing her to this world, for awakening these feelings, but that time had passed. Her desires felt enormous, sometimes, but they were hers. She felt more responsibility and ownership for her need to submit than she had for the rage and pain that had driven her life in the past. These feelings were hers, and she could do what she wished with them, without obligation or resentment.
Ah, speaking of responsibility.
Being a good girlfriend, that was an important responsibility.
He Xuan tried to adjust the angle of her hips, tried to push back and meet Shi Qingxuan’s thrusts, but Shi Qingxuan held her in place. She earned another hard spank for her trouble.
“Greedy bitch,” Shi Qingxuan huffed, amused. “You really can’t get enough, you’re already squeezing me so tight and now you’re arching your back like a whore.”
“Want to make it good for you,” He Xuan panted. “Need to make it up, need to show I’m sorry!”
“You know what I want from you right now? For you to stay still and let me use you like the fucktoy you are.”
She dug her fingers into He Xuan’s cheeks, pushing them together so they squeezed tight around her cock. He Xuan squirmed as her already sore ass was abused further, knowing that she was going to have to spend the rest of the night hiding her discomfort. The humiliating knowledge made her cunt throb. The cock inside her twitched, and Shi Qingxuan slammed into her, holding her hips in a vice grip. He Xuan heard a breathy moan behind her and felt Shi Qingxuan begin to shake, her hips stuttering against He Xuan’s ass. Hot cum spilled inside her, filling her up until she was sure it would overflow. Shi Qingxuan slumped heavily against her back, breathing hard in her ear. She hugged He Xuan from behind and kissed her neck messily. They stayed like this for a time before Shi Qingxuan regained her strength and pulled out. He Xuan instinctively tried to clench, not wanting Shi Qingxuan’s cum to drip out, but Shi Qingxuan spread her cheeks to inspect the mess she had made. She laughed softly as He Xuan squirmed, her hole gaping and oozing thick, sticky cum. She gathered what had dripped out with her fingers and pushed it back inside, relishing the way the soft, fucked-open hole twitched as her fingers slid inside easily. Then she grabbed the plug from where it was laying on the table and stuffed it inside, sealing in her release. She admired the pretty picture in front of her; two plump cheeks, spanked red and sore, the little pink hole twitching and swollen around the thick plug, and the poor, neglected little pussy, impossibly tender and sensitive after being spanked and then cruelly ignored. Satisfied with a job well done, she gave He Xuan a firm pat on the butt and pulled her panties up for her before letting her straighten up and adjusting her own clothes back into place. She cleaned her hands and rearranged He Xuan’s clothes and hair to their original state. Then, she kissed her cheek softly and led her out of the room to rejoin their friends.
***
The mood of the party shifted after they returned. The atmosphere seemed lighter, although it was more than a little strange to see He Xuan trying to suppress her gloomy nature. She did a remarkably good job at it; she seemed subdued but not distant or bored, she was polite and engaged in casual conversation. The other partygoers almost felt that she had been replaced with a strange double, for how different her mood was compared to the beginning of the evening. But, most agreed that the change likely had more to do with the friendly little figure in white hanging off He Xuan’s arm the whole night. It seemed Shi Qingxuan’s gentle, happy nature had rubbed off on her ghostly companion, or at least that the god’s presence had a calming effect. A few people had seen the two slip away together early in the evening, and given He Xuan’s monstrously jealous nature it was assumed that Shi Qingxuan had privately agreed to stick by her dour partner to placate the other’s greedy desires for her. It was easy to imagine, from the outside looking in: the foul-tempered, vengeful ghost trying to lock poor, innocent little Qingxuan away from the world, not even allowing her to enjoy a party without keeping her in arm’s reach.
Yet, what these observers missed were the subtle looks between the two women, the little gestures that only they understood. Shi Qingxuan reaching up to playfully tug on the ring of He Xuan’s necklace, and in front of a group of people, no less! He Xuan thought she might pass out! He Xuan letting Shi Qingxuan hold onto her arm and guide her through the party, choosing where to go and how long to stay, who to talk to and what about. The pair standing at the edge of the group, backs to the wall, Shi Qingxuan’s hand rubbing and pinching He Xuan’s sore bottom, toying with the base of the plug inside her, while He Xuan fought to maintain a straight face.
They also missed the scene that played out after the pair arrived home; He Xuan bowing reverently, begging forgiveness for her bad behavior. Shi Qingxuan pretending to consider, pacing around the prone figure, finally announcing that all was forgiven. He Xuan, laid out on the bed, helpless as Shi Qingxuan brought her to orgasm again and again, but never once asking for mercy. Then, the bath afterwards, two sleepy girls embracing each other in the sudsy water, warm and happy. The pair laying in bed together, talking softly until they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
There were so many things people missed, looking in from the outside.