No time to overthink it. Zhou Xiaomeng gritted her teeth, turned her back to the rockery, and in a flash lifted her slip dress, yanked off her bra.
Then she tore open the band-aid wrappers and, hands trembling just a little, stuck the two tiny squares precisely over the two most sensitive little cherries on her chest.
The cold touch made her shoulders twitch.
[Ding! Zhou Xiaomeng briefly exposed outdoors, Corruption Value +2! Current: 71!]
Hidden in the shadows, Lin Feng watched it all go down.
Seeing the girl's nervous, shame-filled movements, her smooth back and slim waist, he felt a wicked heat surge in his gut — his dick was harder than a self-defense weapon.
After sticking them on, she quickly lowered her dress and adjusted her clothes.
She took a couple of test steps, and instantly the two heavy, snowy mounds lost all support, bouncing wildly with each stride.
That totally unrestrained sway made her face burn.
Every step was a challenge to her shame.
She could even feel that the tiny band-aids weren't covering much — the rectangular shape and pink areolas were faintly visible under the thin fabric, and her panties were already soaked through, glistening enough that nectar might drip out.
No way!
There was no way she could go see a movie like this.
Not just the movie — even walking to the campus gate felt like torture!
Her chest bounced too much; any passerby might notice.
She immediately texted Chen Mo:
Mengmeng: Ah Mo, my stomach still hurts badly. Can't watch the movie, wanna go back to the dorm and rest.
Reply came fast:
Chen Mo: Already bought tickets, can't refund. Pay me your share. Rest well — I'll hit the internet café.
Zhou Xiaomeng felt zero sadness at the response — if anything, she was relieved.
She pocketed her phone, instinctively crossed her arms over her chest to hide the bouncing waves, head down, and practically bolted back to the dorm.
Thud! She slammed the door and let out a long breath.
"Mengmeng? Weren't you going to the movies with Chen Mo? Why'd you come back so fast?" her roommate Xiaoya, mid-face mask, asked, startled.
"Uh… the theater had a last-minute equipment failure, canceled," Zhou Xiaomeng said, eyes darting, improvising. "Came back early."
"That sucks," Xiaoya said, not suspecting a thing, and kept patting on her mask.
Zhou Xiaomeng mumbled a couple of replies, then eagerly climbed into bed and yanked the thick curtain shut.
In the tiny enclosed space, only her rapid breathing echoed.
Finally, she dared to uncross her arms peeled off the black slip dress.
The moment it slipped away, the unsupported E‑cup snowballs wobbled slightly, drawing enticing arcs.
Looking down at her peaked nipples poking the band-aids aside, her mind replayed the scene: she'd really stripped in broad daylight on campus, stuck these on…
Just the memory sent an electric thrill through her body, making her pussy drip more.
She took out her phone and messaged Lin Feng:
Mengmeng: I… I finished. Ferry bro, did you get my bra? Hope no one picked it up!
A photo came back almost instantly.
It showed a large, well-defined male hand gripping her black lace bra.
Seeing her intimate clothing held like that by a total stranger made her face flame hotter.
Shame, excitement, and a dash of conquered pleasure surged through her — her pussy gushed nectar, soaking through her panties and leaving a damp patch on the sheets.
She lay on her side, body slightly arched, legs instinctively clamping a long body pillow, rubbing her tender petals against it. Her clit, stimulated by the friction, squeezed even more nectar from inside.
The smooth, long muscles of her inner thighs tensed, creating tempting definition.
She buried her face in the soft pillow, only a flushed neck showing, her body swaying to the rhythm of her breath, gently grinding her clit against the pillow in a rhythm that teetered on unbearable.
It was like she was kneading all the heat and emptiness in her heart into that silent friction. Before long, a shiver ran through her — the pillow got a big wet spot, and she experienced her very first mini squirt.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng now held the black lace bra, still faintly warm and scented with her unique milky girl smell.
He couldn't resist bringing it to his nose — the sweet, youthful scent hit him, stirring his senses.
[Ding! The host obtained the immortal maiden's intimate clothing. Hand it in now?]
He ran his fingers over the soft fabric, imagining it wrapped around those jelly-like white bunnies, then relented and thought: Hand it in.
In an instant, the bra vanished.
[Ding! "Immortal Maiden's Intimate Clothing" mission progress: 1/3!]
His phone buzzed — another ¥10,000 hit his bank account.
Right, still got the package at the locker!
With that, he headed to the campus gate's package pickup.
On the way, he texted Zhou Xiaomeng:
Ferry Me, Not Her: What're you up to now? Send a selfie.
Mengmeng: Lying in my dorm!
Ferry Me, Not Her: Why'd you stay in?
Mengmeng: Walking made them bounce too much; people kept looking! Too embarrassing, skipped the date, came back to the dorm. It's all your fault for making me wear Band-Aids! (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)
Ferry Me, Not Her: Send a photo.
Ferry Me, Not Her: [Transfer] ¥520
Having already sent a topless pic, Zhou Xiaomeng had zero mental resistance to taking one with the band-aids.
She shifted positions, lay on her side, held up her phone, and snapped a shot of her chest.
Lin Feng opened it — the image hit hard.
The girl's side profile curved into a perfect S-shape; the full, snowy mounds sagged slightly under gravity, deepening the cleavage and soft arcs.
The two band-aids sat right at the peaks, even forming a tiny bump in the middle.
The rectangular band-aids against the pink areolas made for a striking visual contrast.
This was even more tempting than the earlier topless shot.
Then Zhou Xiaomeng sent a voice message.
Lin Feng tapped it — a soft, coquettish, sticky-sweet voice flowed out:
"When I walk… they rub against each other under the band-aids… so itchy… like… like Ferry bro is squeezing them…"