After leaving the office building, Lin Feng's mind was still replaying the image of Qin Wanrou's soaked white shirt and those two half-exposed, snowy-white mounds begging to be seen.
H‑cups… What would that even look like?
Gripping them would feel amazing, no doubt!
He shook his head, trying to chase the tempting picture from his brain.
Right then, his phone buzzed again.
He pulled it out — it was a WeChat from Mengmeng.
Mengmeng: Big bro, what're you up to? (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ
Over in the campus cafeteria, Zhou Xiaomeng sat across from her boyfriend Chen Mo, halfway through her meal.
She'd just bought him a new laptop online and topped off his meal card with ¥500 — her bank balance was now scraping bottom.
Chen Mo suggested going to a movie that afternoon, but she had no clue how she'd even survive the month.
No choice… She had to hit up Ferry Me, Not Her for more cash.
Lin Feng looked at the screen, smirking.
Mengmeng actually reached out first?!
He glanced at her profile — Corruption Value: 63.
Weakness: Money.
He'd already figured that out from last night's chat, even without the system prompt.
Scrolling up, he saw her leg pics and the full-body shot in just panties and a T‑shirt.
Cute, innocent face — paired with curves totally at odds with that face: a majestic E‑cup.
Couldn't see H‑cups yet, but an E‑cup would do…
Might as well use it to curb my craving!
Ferry Me, Not Her: Just wrapped up a project, earned a few spare bucks.
Mengmeng: Wow, spare money in the tens of thousands?! Big bro, you're loaded!
Ferry Me, Not Her: Eh, small change. Need cash?
Zhou Xiaomeng's face flushed.
She could never bring herself to outright ask for money — but he saw right through her.
Saved her from beating around the bush.
Mengmeng: Yesterday, you said if I send pics, you'll pay. Still counts?
Ferry Me, Not Her: Of course. But plain pics ain't worth much — gotta be something spicy!
Her heartbeat stuttered.
Spicy?
She stole a glance at Chen Mo, still glued to his phone, clueless.
A weird thrill surged through her.
Mengmeng: Don't worry, big bro, I'll make you happy!
She quietly slid her phone under the table, subtly parted her legs, aimed at her skirt… click.
Smooth move, heart pounding like it would leap out.
[Ding! Zhou Xiaomeng takes a private photo of herself. Corruption Value +1! Current: 64!]
Lin Feng's phone buzzed. He opened it — a crotch-level shot.
Lighting was dim, but you could tell it was taken under a table in a public place.
Two smooth thighs framing black lace panties — semi-transparent enough that, zoomed in, you could glimpse two pink folds gently closed, a bright little clit above, and below, a glistening wetness like nectar starting to flow.
Mengmeng: Is this okay, Ferry bro?
Lin Feng chuckled — This girl's bold, doing this in public!
But it wasn't enough.
Ferry Me, Not Her: No face, no proof it's you — looks like creepshot material. I want you lifting your skirt and taking a full-body shot, nice and bold.
Zhou Xiaomeng bit her lip, face burning — shyness mixed with "gotta admit, he's right."
Mengmeng: Okay… lemme retake it, wait a sec!
Ferry Me, Not Her: [Transfer] ¥520
Seeing the ¥520, her eyes lit up — the earlier shame faded fast.
Mengmeng: Thanks, big bro! I'll make sure you're satisfied! Won't waste your money!
Just then, Chen Mo finally looked up. "Who are you texting? Chatting nonstop."
"Huh? It's Xiaoya," she quickly used her bestie as an excuse. "She was asking about this afternoon's class. Be right back, going to the bathroom!"
"Oh." Chen Mo nodded, none the wiser, and went back to his video.
Zhou Xiaomeng breathed easy and dashed to the restroom, locking herself in a stall.
She was wearing a black spaghetti-strap dress — convenient.
Lifted her skirt, showing her smooth thighs and black lace panties, snapped a selfie.
But looking at it, she worried it wasn't hot enough.
Then inspiration struck — she changed the pose.
Seconds later, a photo that made Lin Feng's blood boil arrived.
In the pic, Zhou Xiaomeng was gently holding her skirt hem in her mouth!
The pose made her look like a tame yet seductive kitten, big watery eyes staring innocently at the lens, the other hand flashing a playful peace sign.
Skirt lifted, her long, straight legs were fully exposed, leading up to those tempting black lace panties. Above that, a flat, firm tummy, cute belly button, and even the faint outline of ribs.
Innocence, sex appeal, submission — this pic hit way harder than any before.
Mengmeng: Big bro, happy now? (〃'▽'〃)
Ferry Me, Not Her: Not bad. I recall you said you're an E‑cup, right?
Mengmeng: Yup yup.
Ferry Me, Not Her: I wanna see.
Zhou Xiaomeng's heart seized.
See? That meant a nude pic!
She'd sent lingerie and leg shots before, but full nude was a whole different level.
Mengmeng: But… that's basically a nude pic… Big bro wants to see Mengmeng naked… So embarrassing!
Lin Feng smirked.
If she'd said that to Little Raindrop, she'd probably roast him through the screen.
But Zhou Xiaomeng's reaction was just shy pushback, not anger or refusal.
She's ripe.
Without a word, he transferred ¥3,000.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Girls should spoil themselves — good skincare, bags, clothes, go for the expensive stuff. Youth doesn't last long; don't waste it.
Staring at the blazing ¥3,000 on her screen, Zhou Xiaomeng's breath caught.
Three grand!
Enough for new clothes, that skincare set she'd wanted forever, even a month of daily bubble tea!
One photo… and she could live the luxurious life she envied.
Her defenses crumbled under the money onslaught.
Mengmeng: Then… big bro, wait a sec… Promise you won't leak it, okay!?
Ferry Me, Not Her: Relax, it's just for me.