Translation-wise, that meant she could also be used to level up Yin-Yang Pleasure Art at high speed!
Sure, she wasn't the mission target, so she wouldn't net him those juicy system rewards like Su Qingwen did — but that didn't matter.
Once he hit Level 2 with Su Qingwen, he could totally switch to leveling with Jiang XiaoYa, too. Two cauldrons at once? His progress would practically take off.
The second that thought hit, Lin Feng's gaze toward Jiang XiaoYa did a total 180.
She caught the shift in his eyes and her heart leapt — her risky move had paid off!
Right away, she switched to a voice so soft and syrupy it could practically be wrung out like water:
"I… I stayed 'cause I was afraid Ferry brother would get here too late and miss something nice and warm, so I waited till now~."
"Warm?" Lin Feng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he asked cautiously, "So you're saying you're gonna…"
Jiang XiaoYa didn't answer — just gave him a big, watery-eyed look and nodded shyly.
Then she did something that left Lin Feng staring like a deer in headlights.
She slowly turned around, giving him a perfect view of that curvy silhouette.
The pink dress hugged her waist and hips like it was painted on, especially that round, perky butt that made a full, ripe circle under the skirt.
Under his dumbfounded gaze, she bent over.
Her hands slipped under the hem, disappearing into the dress.
That pose pushed her rear up high, stretching the already tight fabric into a plump, peach-like curve that looked like it might burst.
Lin Feng could even see her fingers moving inside, hooking the edge of her panties.
Then, that little pink pair began sliding slowly down her smooth thighs.
As it passed her thighs, the glistening slit peeked out, a silken thread of nectar clinging to the fabric.
Past her knees, the thread snapped back, pulling against the panties, and as it traveled down her slender calf, more moisture from inside her dripped onto the bottom of the fabric, darkening it.
Finally, it cleared her delicate high heels and was fully pulled free, dangling lightly from her fingertips.
Lin Feng was completely frozen.
She's insane!
This woman was insane!
They'd known each other a few hours, exchanged maybe a handful of sentences, and she'd just stripped in front of him, letting him watch that glistening thread snap back into her folds, drip onto the panties, the whole nine yards.
The visual impact was a hundred times stronger than the photo.
Only when Jiang XiaoYa, cheeks flaming, walked up fast and shoved that still-warm, still-damp piece of cloth into his hand did he snap out of it.
The warmth and softness in his palm, plus that unique scent — a mix of girl's natural aroma and nectar — screamed this is real.
"Ferry brother, I… I'll head back now!"
After that stunt, her heart felt like it had stopped, and she couldn't bear to look at him again.
She shoved the item into his hand, spun on her heel, and bolted, one hand clamped between her thighs to keep the skirt from flying up.
Watching her scramble away, Lin Feng finally returned to his senses.
Right then, the system pinged in his head:
[Ding! Jiang XiaoYa removed intimate clothing in person to leave a strong impression. Bold and outrageous behavior. Corruption Value +20!]
[Current Corruption Value: 55!]
[Ding! Daily mission "Corrupting an Immortal Maiden" completed. First time increasing Jiang XiaoYa's Corruption Value by 20. Reward: 100 Spirit Stones.]
Corruption Value went up?
And a straight +20?!
Lin Feng instantly caught on.
If Jiang XiaoYa had been the type to sleep around freely, stripping in front of a guy would be no big deal — like drinking water. No major mental struggle, no big Corruption boost.
But if a girl still had shame and restraint deep down, and only did something this extreme for vanity, competition, or big money — that kind of inner conflict and fall would be massive.
So… Jiang XiaoYa was actually still a proper girl at heart?
Lin Feng almost laughed at his own conclusion.
A girl who strips in front of a guy she met hours ago and hands over her worn panties was still "proper"?
The world was getting weirder by the minute.
Then the system chimed again:
[Ding! Host has obtained "Immortal Maiden's Intimate Clothing." Hand in the task item now?]
Lin Feng looked down at the warm, damp panties in his hand.
Small, pink lace trim — sweetly girlish.
Her private photo flashed in his mind: the snug outline, smooth and bare.
On impulse, he brought it up to his nose and sniffed.
Mmm…
An intense, almost aggressive girl scent flooded his nostrils, laced with a hint of floral body wash.
Totally different from Zhou Xiaomeng's.
Zhou's scent was fresh and delicate, like morning jasmine dew — calming, refreshing.
Jiang XiaoYa's was more like a rose in full, sultry bloom on a midsummer afternoon — passionate, bold, with a seductive edge that fired up the blood and sparked all kinds of images.
Just as his mind started wandering, the system threw in an untimely interruption:
[Ding! The host's body shows signs of stiffness, accelerated heartbeat. Do you wish to hold the item and "practice" before handing in the task?]
Get lost! Do I look that messed up? Hand it in now!
Lin Feng screamed internally.
He was a normal guy — this stupid system was gonna turn him into a full-blown perv if he kept this up.
[Ding! "Immortal Maiden's Intimate Clothing" task (3/3) completed!]
[Task reward: 100 Spirit Stones granted!]
[Ding! All three pieces were collected. Bonus reward: 200 Spirit Stones, Core Points +2!]
As soon as the chimes ended, his phone buzzed:
[XX Bank] Your savings account ending XXXX completed a transfer of ¥40,000.00 on Aug 31, 19:15.
Another 40 grand!
Balance is nearly ¥70,000 now.
That feeling? Freakin' awesome.
Humming a tune, Lin Feng strolled toward the food street in a great mood.
He walked into the cleanest-looking fast-food joint and threw down the order with a grand sweep of his hand:
"Boss, one braised pork & chicken leg combo, one tomato-egg rice, and one supreme seafood rice bowl!"
The seafood bowl was loaded with shrimp, squid, and scallops — ¥35 a pop.
Back in high school in his small county, he rarely spent more than ¥10–15 on a meal; anything over ¥20 felt criminal.
Now ¥35 for one dish? He didn't even blink — pure luxury and satisfaction.
"And a bottle of iced Coke!" he pointed at the fridge.
Used to save a buck by buying drinks at the store and bringing them in — not anymore. Nearly ¥70,000 in the bank was all the confidence he needed.
The place was packed. He found a quiet corner, sat, and while waiting for his food, opened his shopping app.
Now that he had money, it was time to kit himself out with some proper gear.