Lin Feng, of course, had no clue that the girl he was chatting with was actually Chen Mo's girlfriend. He was still riding high on his double win — money and eye candy.
Right then, the system's cold voice chimed in again.
[New mission released: Gift of the Immortal Maiden]
[Mission: Within three days, collect three pieces of the maiden's intimate clothing.]
[Rewards: 100 spirit stones per item. Complete all three within three days for a bonus: 200 spirit stones + 2 Core Points!]
"Collect intimate clothing? System, you dirty old perv! Are you getting even more twisted or what?! Is this really me?!"
Lin Feng cursed inwardly, but then a sly grin tugged at his lips.
"Hell yeah, you read me right!"
This mission… I'm so taking it.
His eyes landed back on the chat with Zhou Xiaomeng.
Corruption Value: 39 — already a very obedient number.
Ferry Me, Not Her: So… you're not wearing anything under that dress, huh? What color underwear? Send a pic.
That question hit Zhou Xiaomeng like a bomb in her heart.
She burned with shame and instantly felt a tingling, itchy sensation all over.
If someone said that in her livestream, she'd block and mute them in two seconds, then curse them out a hundred times.
But now, in this private space with just the two of them, coming from the "master" who'd just dominated her — it gave her a weird… thrill.
Her body reacted strangely, turning all warm and sticky inside.
She'd never felt this way, even when she held hands with her boyfriend Chen Mo in the afternoon, listening to his sweet nothings.
But… underwear pic?
That's just… too much…
While she hesitated, a transfer notification popped up:
[Ferry Me, Not Her transferred ¥520.00 to you]
Ferry Me, Not Her: Not letting you do it for free. I know the platform takes a big cut, and you can't easily ask for stuff like that on stream.
Ferry Me, Not Her: From now on, you serve only me. I'll transfer the money straight to you.
Serve only me…
Those words hit her heart like magic.
Almost without thinking, she tapped Accept.
Mengmeng: Y-you can't leak these photos, promise!
Ferry Me, Not Her: Relax, only I'll see them.
With that guarantee, Zhou Xiaomeng seemed to make up her mind.
She lay on her bed, lifted her phone high, and switched to overhead mode.
On screen: her whole body in an oversized T‑shirt.
Biting her lip, closing her eyes in shame, she slowly lifted the hem with her other hand, trembling.
Flat, firm stomach, slender waist — inch by inch of skin revealed.
Finally, the hem stopped just below her chest, exposing the panties covering her secret spot.
They were pale yellow with a cute, dopey little duck print — pure girlish innocence.
But right on the duck's beak was a clear, dark, wet stain.
Lin Feng stared at the photo, body locking up, blood surging.
That utterly humiliated expression, her delicate figure, the stark contrast of innocence and dampness…
In that moment, it felt like he had a god's-eye view, pinning this "immortal maiden" Zhou Xiaomeng beneath him, admiring every bit of her.
[Ding! Target "Zhou Xiaomeng" intensifies corrupt behavior!]
[Corruption Value +5!]
[Current Corruption Value: 44!]
So damn good. Too damn good.
Lin Feng took a deep breath, suppressed the heat stirring low in his gut, and tapped out a reply.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Now take them off. Give them to me.
"What?!"
Zhou Xiaomeng froze, stunned.
She'd thought it was just taking pics, being a little flirty — virtual stuff, no one would know.
But now he actually wanted her to… take them off… and give them?
No way!
That was a hundred times worse than photos or videos!
Reason screamed NO, but her body burned hotter, uncontrollably aroused.
Even though it was a blatant violation, it gave her an unprecedented thrill.
Under the blanket, the wetness grew stronger, making her curl her toes in shame.
Mengmeng: N-no! Boss, I can't do that! Can we do something else instead?!
While she was torn inside, another WeChat pinged at the top of her screen — from her boyfriend Chen Mo:
Chen Mo: Babe, what're you up to? Why's it taking so long to reply?
Chen Mo: Sigh, I was looking at that new gaming laptop — great specs, but so expensive… I'll try picking up some side jobs soon, gotta get it.
Seeing her boyfriend's message, guilt and panic washed over Zhou Xiaomeng.
She was chatting with her boyfriend, but over here showing her underwear to a stranger?
She opened the shopping app, searched for the laptop model Chen Mo mentioned.
Price: ¥6,999.
She checked her balance — with the transfer just now, she had a little over ¥6,000.
So close…
If she could surprise him with it, he'd be so happy, right?
Just then, Ferry Me, Not Her seemed to read her mind and messaged again.
A red envelope icon appeared:
[Ferry Me, Not Her transferred ¥1,314.00 to you]
Ferry Me, Not Her: Be good, listen, and there'll be more rewards.
Another thousand-plus?!
With that, she'd have enough for the laptop!
Surprise her boyfriend…
And no one would ever know about this…
That thought slithered into her mind like a demon's whisper.
She'd already taken pics, said humiliating things — doing one more thing didn't seem that different.
Finally, she took a deep breath, fingers flying over the screen.
Mengmeng: Okay… I'll do it. But… I won't give you my address. I'll ship it, you pick it up at the station.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Fine.
Lin Feng quickly sent the address of a nearby package locker.
In his head, he noted: Corruption Value in the 20s = can coax leg pics; 40s = break mental barriers for private pics; 50 = actually gets her to send intimate clothing!
So this Corruption Value was literally the perfect guide progress bar.
On the other end, Zhou Xiaomeng steeled herself.
She knew there was no turning back.
If she was going to fall, she might as well fall all the way.
Cold fingertips brushed warm fabric, sending shivers through her.
Biting her lip, shutting her eyes in humiliation, she pulled down with effort.
The already slick material slid easily down her white-stocking-clad thighs, past her knees, over her calves, pooling around her ankles.
Slowly opening her eyes, she bent down and picked up that little bundle from the bed.
When she saw the dark stain on the duck's beak, her face exploded crimson — red enough to drip blood.