The dorm fell into dead silence.
Wang Hao and Zhu Dawei exchanged glances, both wearing ugly expressions.
"Pfft… having a girlfriend makes you special now?" Zhu Dawei, the chubby one, couldn't hold back, muttering under his breath, "as we've never seen a girl before. Twenty bucks to shut us up like beggars?"
"Whatever, maybe that's just his personality," Wang Hao tried to smooth things over, but his face wasn't happy either. "We're all in the same dorm — we'll see each other morning and night."
He took a deep breath, threw his headphones back on, and dove into a game to kill the bad vibes.
"Let's go! Jungler, come with me, steal their blue buff! Crush those bastards!"
Just as Wang Hao yelled that, the tightly closed bed curtain whooshed open again.
Chen Mo stuck his head out, handsome face full of impatience and ice.
"Hey, bro, let's talk." His voice was low but carried that don't-argue-with-me command vibe. "I have a strict sleep schedule — nine-thirty every night, sharp, deep sleep. Your loud gaming screams are seriously messing with my rest. Let's respect each other, alright?"
"I…" Wang Hao nearly choked on his words.
It wasn't even that late — just past seven!
Nine-thirty bedtime in college? Are you training to be an immortal or something?!
Wang Hao opened his mouth to argue, but Zhu Dawei grabbed his arm, urgently motioning don't and whispering, "Forget it, forget it, we're dormmates, just suck it up…"
Wang Hao's chest heaved a few times, then he slumped back into his chair, turned his headphone volume way down, but his frustration was practically leaking out of his face.
Seeing that, Chen Mo nodded in satisfaction and whoosh — closed his curtain again.
From the upper bunk, Lin Feng watched the whole thing and shook his head in disbelief.
Chen Mo was a special kind of guy, alright.
But honestly? None of his business.
As long as he didn't mess with Lin Feng, fine.
He pulled his own curtain shut, and the dorm sank back into that heavy, awkward quiet.
Right then, Lin Feng's phone lit up.
A WeChat from "Mengmeng."
Mengmeng: Boss, I'm back in my dorm! (cute.jpg)
Before he could reply, a photo popped up.
He opened it — and his breath caught.
The angle was taken from above, like from a bed looking down.
Front and center: a pair of dainty feet wrapped tightly in pure white stockings.
Every toe was perfectly defined, round and cute, faintly visible through the thin-as-air fabric, giving off a forbidden kind of beauty.
His mind couldn't help flashing an image — those little feet lightly gripping, sliding up and down…
Sigh…
His gaze traveled up from the ankles — a pair of straight, toned, flawless legs.
The taut white stockings outlined every curve of her leg, smooth and silky.
Lace trim ran up to the tops of her thighs, leaving a shallow, enticing mark on her pale skin, then disappeared under the hem of a loose white T‑shirt.
Clearly, nothing underneath.
That peek-a-boo composition hit harder than any fully naked shot — pure primal temptation.
[Ding! Target "Zhou Xiaomeng" voluntarily sends a private photo to satisfy the host's desire!]
[Corruption Value +5!]
[Current Corruption Value: 19/20!]
Just one more point!
Lin Feng's breathing sped up, blood rushing to his head.
The photo hit hard — especially knowing its owner was right now in her dorm, posing just for him because of his ¥10,000 tip. That sense of control and satisfaction? Way better than winning a hundred straight games.
He forced down the heat in his gut and didn't reply right away.
He knew — moments like this, you had to play it cool.
Sure enough, seconds later, a panicked message came through:
Mengmeng: Boss… is this okay? Or… should I try black stockings instead? (pitiful.jpg)
Lin Feng frowned slightly.
Black stockings? Nah, too predictable.
If you're gonna play, play bigger.
His fingers tapped the screen, typing something Zhou Xiaomeng definitely didn't see coming.
Ferry Me, Not Her: No need to change.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Now record a video. Look at the camera and say: "Big brother, you can play with my feet however you want."
On the other side, Zhou Xiaomeng's brain went BZZZT — blank.
Play with my feet however you want?
That… that's way too embarrassing!
Her face burned scarlet, heart pounding like it was trying to jump out of her throat.
This had blown way past her "sacrifice a little" comfort zone.
Before she could type a refusal, another message popped up:
Ferry Me, Not Her: If you can't do it, forget I said anything.
Those icy words hit her like a bucket of cold water.
She knew exactly what forget meant — it meant losing that ¥10,000 tip, losing the mysterious big spender forever.
No! Absolutely not!
Humiliation, longing, and struggle all warred inside her.
Finally, biting her lip, she trembled as she hit record, aimed the camera at her white-stockinged legs, and in a tearful, mosquito-whisper voice rushed out the mortifying line:
"Bi… Big brother… my feet… You can play with them however you want…"
The moment the video was sent, she felt drained, flung her phone aside, and buried her face in her blanket, neck blazing red.
Lin Feng opened the few-second clip.
That tender-yet-humiliated voice, paired with the white-stockinged feet curling slightly on camera, hit him like an electric jolt straight through his nerves!
[Ding! Target "Zhou Xiaomeng" completely submits to the host's financial and psychological pressure, breaks the final mental barrier!]
[Corruption Value +5!]
[Current Corruption Value: 24/20!]
[Congratulations, host! Mission complete! Rewards: Spirit Stones x200, Core Point x1!]
Excitement flashed in Lin Feng's eyes!
Two hundred spirit stones = ¥20,000!
Subtract the ¥10,000 he'd tipped, net gain ¥10,000!
Add that to the ¥30,000+ he already had, and he was sitting on over ¥40,000 in savings!
Meanwhile, in the next bed, Chen Mo's ears pricked.
Huh? Did I just hear Mengmeng's voice?
Probably just a coincidence. A good girl like Mengmeng would never post her own photos online, let alone voice recordings. Must be another girl with a similar voice.
Thinking that, Chen Mo texted his girlfriend Zhou Xiaomeng: I'm in the dorm, babe, what are you up to!?