[Skin Type Categories]:
Milk Skin, Wheat Skin, Jelly Skin…
[Personality Categories]:
Tsundere, Yandere, Airhead, Schemer, Queen…
There were even some categories that made Lin Feng blush just reading them.
[Sensitivity Categories]:
Instant Meltdown Type, Slow Burn Type, Ice-Melt Type…
[Moan Types]:
Songbird Trill Type, Kitten Whimper Type, Dolphin Squeal Type…
The list went on forever, each category packed with grayed-out avatars waiting for the host to "light them up."
And at the end of every category, mysterious "???" hints promised even bigger rewards once you collected all entries in that group.
Right now, the girls Lin Feng had met were already in the CG Codex — but their icons were dark, still locked.
For cup size: Su Qingwen was C, Qin Wanrou was H, Zhou Xiaomeng was E, Jiang XiaoYa was D.
He could move them from the cup-size section into other categories, but each girl could only activate one category at a time — no double-dipping.
Lin Feng skimmed through it. The cup-size zone had the lowest requirement: collect A through H, and you'd win.
Out of those, he was only missing AB and FG.
Other categories — personality, looks, etc. — required at least a dozen types each.
He focused on Su Qingwen's C-cup entry.
Unlock reward: 10,000 spirit stones, Core Points +10, Solid Origin Pill +1!
Note: Solid Origin Pill instantly boosts any skill by 1 level (max S-rank).
Ten thousand spirit stones? That's a million bucks! Plus a free skill level-up!
All he had to do was seal the deal with Su Qingwen?
This is freakin' awesome.
Seeing those insane rewards, his earlier frustration vanished, mood instantly lightened.
Humming some random tune, he strolled back to the dorm, light on his feet.
Inside, Wang Hao was wearing headphones, glued to his phone screen, yelling, "Mid lane! Mid lane!"
Zhu Dawei was slurping noodles from a bucket of instant ramen, eyes locked on a mukbang video on his tablet, mouth watering like a faucet.
"Yo, Bro Feng's back!" Zhu Dawei spotted Lin Feng humming and dropped his noodles, sidling over with a lecherous grin. "So? How far'd you get with Miss Campus Beauty Su? Hold hands yet? Kiss yet?"
Wang Hao took off his headphones, joining the interrogation.
"Just friends grabbing a meal, watching a movie — don't read into it," Lin Feng brushed them off.
"Pfft—" They chorused in perfect sync, clearly not buying a word.
Just then, the dorm door swung open. Chen Mo walked in with a dark scowl.
The room's lively vibe froze instantly. Wang Hao and Zhu Dawei shut up, diving back into their own stuff.
Everyone had a low opinion of that aloof, arrogant Chen Mo.
Lin Feng ignored him, washed up, and climbed into bed, pulling the curtain shut for some privacy.
The moment he lay down, his phone buzzed.
Message from Su Qingwen:
Su Qingwen: Junior Lin Feng, made it back to your dorm? (cute.jpg)
Lin Feng's lips curled into a cold smirk as he tapped out a reply.
Lin Feng: Just finished washing up.
Su Qingwen: Okay, glad you're safe! Had a really nice time today. I'm gonna sleep early. Good night, Junior! (moon.jpg)
Lin Feng: Good night.
That convo ended, and his "MiMi Social" app lit up.
Little Raindrop: You there?
Lin Feng snorted inwardly and replied tersely.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Speak.
Little Raindrop: I… I got leave approved from school. Tomorrow night, 7 pm, Grand View International Hotel. You book the room, send me the number, and I'll go straight there.
Lin Feng recognized the hotel name instantly.
Grand View International — five-star. Regular rooms started at ¥800–900 a night; suites could easily hit ¥2,000–3,000.
Most important: it was on the south side of town, over an hour's drive from the university, minimizing the chance of running into anyone they knew.
So Su Qingwen really thinks everything through.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Fine. I'll leave the room card at the front desk. Tell them my name, pick it up, and go up.
A few seconds of silence, then another message:
Little Raindrop: So… do you have any special requests? Like… black stockings, high heels…
Over in the girls' dorm, Su Qingwen clutched her phone, heart pounding as it might leap out of her throat.
She'd been nervous and scared about this kind of transaction — trading her body for money.
But today, just a simple kiss from Lin Feng had triggered such a strong reaction: her lower body slick, that feeling both amazing and uncontrollable.
Something inside her had awakened.
Maybe… maybe tomorrow night, even if that stranger handled her roughly… it'd feel good.
After all, if she ended up with Lin Feng later, she'd have to stay reserved in bed to keep her "pure" image.
But tomorrow was a one-time thing — she could let herself go wild, show her true colors.
Once tomorrow passed, she'd get her phone, and they'd never see each other again.
The thought sent a ripple of anticipation through her.
Lin Feng read her message and rolled his eyes.
She knows the game. Special requests already? Fine — I'll give you what you asked for.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Sure. JK uniform, black stockings. But you wear a blindfold and lie on the bed waiting for me. Remember — if I don't say you can take it off, you don't.
Adding the blindfold wasn't random.
If Su Qingwen walked in and saw it was him, she'd probably scream and bolt — and his million reward and skill upgrade would vanish.
Blindfold = no ID'ing him until it was too late.
"Blindfold…"
The second Su Qingwen read those words, her body twitched, an indescribable thrill shooting from her spine to the top of her head.
Too… too exciting.
Heat surged through her. One hand slipped into her sleep pants, pressing through her thin panties, squeezing her thighs together, rubbing gently over the damp fabric.
No experience, no idea what she was doing — just following instinct to ease the heat and restlessness.
Little Raindrop: O-Okay, I'll do as you say. So… see you at seven tomorrow!
Ferry Me, Not Her: See you tomorrow, slut.