Shame! So much shame!
If it had been a clean piece of cloth, fine — but now it was stained with her own…
The second she imagined the guy possibly holding it up to his nose and sniffing hard, she felt stickier inside.
She folded it carefully, hiding that most embarrassing spot inside, then cradled it in both hands.
Next, she raised her phone, aimed it at herself in the mirror, and click — took a picture. Sent it over.
[Ding! Target "Zhou Xiaomeng" awakens corrupt consciousness, begins actively cooperating!]
[Corruption Value +5!]
[Current Corruption Value: 59!]
Lin Feng actually froze when he saw the photo — then pure joy exploded in his chest.
He hadn't even asked for this!
This girl… was too savvy.
So this was the result of raising her Corruption Value? She'd gotten proactive, bold — way more open!
Zhou Xiaomeng quickly changed into clean panties, wrapped the "evidence" in a black plastic bag, stuffed it in her pocket, pulled on her jeans, and headed downstairs.
Back in the dorm, Chen Mo noticed his girlfriend was replying slower and slower — irritation stirred.
Then he heard the guy in the next bed, Lin Feng, tapping away furiously on his phone. Made him even madder.
A broke dude from some small town, acting all high and mighty? Please.
He decided to flex his superior romance. Cleared his throat and deliberately called Zhou Xiaomeng.
When the ringtone blared, Zhou Xiaomeng was just stepping into the shadows below her dorm.
Seeing "Dear Mo" on the caller ID, she jumped, nearly dropping her phone.
One hand clutched the plastic-wrapped panties in her pocket like a lifeline; the other trembled as she hit Answer.
"H-hello? Mo… MoMo…" Her voice had a telltale edge of tension.
"Baby, where are you? Sounds like you're not in the dorm. Going out this late? Dangerous to walk alone at night — want me to come keep you company?" Chen Mo asked with fake concern.
But to Zhou Xiaomeng, that "concern" felt like a deadly curse.
Her heart pounded like it would explode, fingers tightening around the incriminating bag. If he showed up now and saw her sneaking off to mail something still warm from her body… disaster.
"N-no! I'm fine!" She immediately shot back, voice rising an octave from stress. "I… I just went down to grab something. Remembered the supermarket's about to close, got in a hurry, ran a bit! You rest, we have class tomorrow!"
She babbled excuses while anxiously scanning her surroundings.
"Ohhh, okay then, take your time." Chen Mo didn't detect a problem, voice still dripping with affection. "By the way, about that laptop I mentioned — I'll figure something out. It's pricey, but if I can buy it with my own hard work, I'll definitely be able to take care of you in the future."
Hearing her boyfriend's "grand declaration," Zhou Xiaomeng felt… complicated.
A flicker of gratitude? Maybe.
But mostly a weird sense of superiority.
You're stressing over a few thousand bucks, while I can fix that with a couple taps and some pics.
It made her feel both guilty and secretly thrilled.
"Uh-huh… uh-huh, I know, you're sweet." She gave a half-hearted reply, desperate to end the lethal call.
"Silly, you're my girlfriend — treating you well is a given." Chen Mo chuckled. "Alright, go get your stuff, don't waste time. Love you."
"Uh… gotta go!"
Zhou Xiaomeng hung up almost instantly, then let out a long breath, her back drenched in cold sweat.
So close.
She glanced at her phone — Chen Mo's message and Ferry Me, Not Her's message sitting side by side:
Dear Mo: Baby, get some rest early (kissy face)
Ferry Me, Not Her: Did you send the panties?
Looking at those two texts, all her earlier guilt vanished.
In its place: a fire-starting thrill.
On one side, her clueless, sweet boyfriend. On the other, a big-spending mysterious whale.
And she? Walking the line between them, soaking up double the attention.
She licked her dry lips and briskly headed for the package locker nearby.
Back in the dorm, Chen Mo hung up, satisfied, and flopped onto his bed.
He smugly glanced at Lin Feng, still on his phone, thinking:
Hmph, poor loser, you'll never know the sweetness of a girlfriend's call.
Through his curtain, Lin Feng sensed the show-off glare and just smiled faintly, fingers tapping away.
He'd just gotten Zhou Xiaomeng's tracking number.
At the locker, Zhou Xiaomeng pulled her cap low, voice muffled. "I need to mail something."
"Sure, what's inside?"
"Uh… just… a piece of… clothing…" Her cheeks burned as she stammered.
The clerk saw it all the time, efficiently packed, weighed, and scanned.
Watching the tiny parcel get labeled and sent to that mysterious address sent an electric jolt through her whole body.
Her heart thundered — not from fear, but from excitement.
That forbidden thrill of betraying her boyfriend with something so outrageous had her tense all over.
It was wrong, yet it gave an unprecedented, addictive high — way more intense than her plain-old romance with Chen Mo.
[Ding! Target "Zhou Xiaomeng" fully addicted to forbidden pleasure under extreme tension and stimulation!]
[Corruption Value +3!]
[Current Corruption Value: 62!]
Hmm? Only +3?
Lin Feng noticed immediately.
Early gains were +10, then +5 — now just +3.
Seemed like as Corruption Value rose, the old level of stimulation wasn't enough to push her further.
Time to bring in… bigger thrills.
But just as he was planning his next move, the system's warning blared:
[Alert! Target "Zhou Xiaomeng" experiencing moral rebound!]
[Corruption Value -2!]
[Current Corruption Value: 60!]
Huh?
What the—?! After taking money and mailing the goods, now she wants to bail and go back to being Miss Innocent?
At this point, Lin Feng wasn't just trying to corrupt a maiden — it had become a game.
He was curious: what happened at 80, 90, even 100 Corruption Value?
So his only goal now: keep the game going, no screw-ups.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Whenever you need money, come to me.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Taking pics, sending clothes — shouldn't be hard for you, right?
Ferry Me, Not Her: I'm kinda sleepy, say goodnight to your master. I want to hear your voice.
[Ferry Me, Not Her transferred ¥520.00 to you]