Xiao Ya: Hi, big bro~ (cute.gif)
She sent a sweet sticker, then gritted her teeth and dug through her photo album for a recent artsy shot.
In the pic, she wore a white spaghetti-strap dress, standing in a sunlit flower field, smiling pure and innocent like an unsullied little fairy.
She knew guys loved that contrast — start with an innocent look to hook their interest, then reveal the "open‑minded" side. Guaranteed to leave them craving more.
Xiao Ya: [Image]
Xiao Ya: Big bro, do you think I… meet your requirements?
She sent the cute sticker again, then her finger flew across the album.
Wait — innocent artsy pic? Too slow!
That b*tch Zhou Xiaomeng was earning over ¥10,000 a day with a panties‑only photo. Why was she playing the pure maiden?
Go big or go home — strike straight at the sugar daddy's soul!
Her finger stopped on a photo.
It was one she'd taken in the mirror after a shower a few days ago.
Fresh out of the bath, she'd wrapped herself loosely in a towel. Wet hair clung to her cheeks and collarbone, droplets sliding down her fair skin, disappearing into the deep valley between the two snowy mounds under the towel.
Steamy mist on the mirror wrapped her in a hazy, seductive vibe. Eyes hazy, lips slightly parted — pure fatal temptation.
Even she felt her face heat looking at it — imagine how a guy would react.
That's the one.
Steeling herself, she sent it.
Xiao Ya: [Image]
Xiao Ya: Big bro, do you think I… meet your requirements?
After hitting send, her face burned hot enough to fry an egg.
So. Damn. Thrilling.
She'd never sent a photo of herself to any guy before, let alone something this private right off the bat.
But thinking of Zhou Xiaomeng's massive transfers, her shame evaporated, replaced by greed and excitement.
You can't catch wolves without risking the lamb, can't snag a sugar daddy without putting out!
Lin Feng's phone buzzed the second he accepted the request.
He opened it — first a cute sticker, then bam, a sizzling photo popped up.
Sigh—! His pupils shrank.
The girl looked like a fresh lotus out of water, eyes smoky with seduction. That loose towel looked like it could slip any second, revealing endless scenery.
The barely-there curves and deep shadows were more tantalizing than full exposure, leaving plenty to the imagination.
This was Zhou Xiaomeng's "fat and ugly" bestie?
What a joke!
Looks and figure — sure, maybe a little less up top than Zhou, but the charm and boldness? Even stronger.
A big grin spread across Lin Feng's face.
Interesting. Too interesting.
Not only was Zhou trying to hog the feast, but she'd also tried to lie to him.
Guess she needed a reminder of just how scary Ferry Me, Not Her could be.
But first — reel in this "little prey" who'd delivered herself to his door.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Hmm, not bad.
He purposely kept it casual — couldn't let her think it was too easy. Gotta keep her on the hook.
Seeing that, Xiao Ya's heart sank. "Not bad"?
She'd sent a top‑tier photo, and all she got was "meh"?
Rich guys like him probably had a million beauties — maybe he only chased college girls for their "clean" youth and energy.
Xiao Ya: Big bro, I'm Jiang XiaoYa, 18, Mengmeng's roommate~ I wanna get to know you too!
Lin Feng's lips curled in a knowing smile.
The moment Xiao Ya added him, a line of data only he could see appeared:
Target: Jiang XiaoYa
Corruption Value: 30
Corruption Weaknesses: Money, jealousy/comparison complex
Starting point of 30 — double Zhou Xiaomeng's initial 15.
Weaknesses are brutally simple: money and wanting to compete.
Everything clicked.
Zhou Xiaomeng had flat‑out lied. No "fat and ugly" friends — she just didn't want to lose her sugar daddy.
And Jiang XiaoYa? Probably stumbled on their chat, saw those transfers, jealousy and greed kicked in, so she hunted down his contact and offered herself up.
Perfect.
He'd been racking his brain for the last piece of the "immortal maiden's intimate clothing" mission.
This girl was a pillow delivered when he was already nodding off — ideal target.
Lin Feng smiled. No need to play games.
With gold‑diggers, the fastest route? Throw money at them.
Straight to the point:
Ferry Me, Not Her:Since you know me, you know what I like.
Tap.
A bright red envelope flew across.
Transfer — Please accept
¥520.00
Xiao Ya was biting her nails, waiting for a reply.
His line — "you know what I like" — sent a jolt through her.
Did he like Zhou Xiaomeng's shameless photos? Should she…?
Before she could spiral, bam — a glaring red transfer.
¥520!
Her eyes went wide.
Oh my god!
She sent one photo, one sentence — and he just dropped 520?!
This dude was the real deal — to him, ¥500 was like her buying a bottle of water with a buck.
Ding.
Without hesitation, she hit Accept.
[Jiang XiaoYa has received the payment]
Seeing the ¥520 in her WeChat Wallet, she felt like she was floating.
This money… is way too easy!
Ferry Me, Not Her: That's a meet‑and‑greet gift.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Now show me your sincerity.
Xiao Ya's breathing hitched.
Sincerity?
She knew exactly what he meant.
Zhou Xiaomeng could deliver it — she could deliver more.
A worn pair of panties? For money? No big deal!
Her body trembled with excitement. She hopped off the bed, tiptoed to the bathroom, and locked the door.
Cold tile under her toes, but the fire in her heart drowned it out.
In the mirror, her face glowed with excitement. She took a deep breath, then shakily began unbuttoning her pajama top.
One button… two buttons…