From that, it was obvious — C‑rank Seduction Technique was already pretty damn professional!
After all, this particular "field" wasn't as cutthroat as academics, and there was no Gaokao to stress over.
The moment the upgrade finished, Lin Feng felt a flood of knowledge and experience pour into his brain.
Where every one of a woman's G‑spots was located… the exact pressure and rhythm for maximum effect… how to read their expressions and reactions and adjust on the fly…
All that kind of priceless insight, stuff that normally took countless real‑world encounters to learn, was now etched into his mind.
Not just that — he could feel his fingers getting nimbler, like they'd been born knowing how to please a woman.
"Holy crap! This is insane!"
Lin Feng nearly shouted, clamped a hand over his mouth, and glanced at his roommates so he wouldn't wake them.
With the C‑rank Seduction Technique under his belt, handling Su Qingwen tonight would be a piece of cake.
Tonight, that scheming "Righteous Demoness" was going to be moaning and begging right in front of him — unable to escape.
Just imagining the shameful sounds she might make, the faces she'd make when she broke…
Lin Feng felt his blood start boiling.
A million‑yuan reward, skill upgrade, and the thrill of revenge…
Perfect.
The next morning, Lin Feng bounced out of bed, refreshed.
With C‑rank Seduction Technique running through him, he felt a confidence he'd never known, as he could already see victory waiting for him that night.
"Morning, Bro Feng!" Zhu Dawei was chomping on a meat bun, then plopped a bag of buns on Lin Feng's desk. "You… seem kinda different today?"
Wang Hao looked up from his game, studying Lin Feng. "Yeah, you're walking like you've got wind at your back. Did something big happen with Senior Sister after last night's flirting?"
Lin Feng gave a mysterious grin, stepped up, and lowered his voice. "Quick question — are they checking dorms tonight?"
"Dorm check?" Zhu Dawei stuffed the last bite in his mouth. "Nah, upperclassmen say they usually skip Week 1 for freshmen. And even if they do check, I'll help you cover. Can't let anything mess with my bro's lifelong happiness!"
Wang Hao immediately backed him up, thumping his chest. "Exactly! Bro Feng, go win your battle — we'll guard the home front, zero risks!"
Just then, a disdainful humph came from the corner.
Chen Mo was fixing his "totally handsome" hairstyle in the mirror, muttering, "Who'd want a country bumpkin from some small town?"
Quiet, but in the silent dorm, it was crystal clear.
Lin Feng's eyebrow twitched, then he relaxed.
Treated it like a fart — not worth acknowledging.
Tonight was the crucial night for taking Su Qingwen's first time; nothing could throw off his plan.
Arguing with that idiot was just wasting time.
Besides, he wasn't insecure at all now.
With the system and a lineup of girls practically queuing up, it was only a matter of time before he brought one back, stood her next to Chen Mo, and gave that loser a face‑slap.
But while Lin Feng could hold back, Wang Hao couldn't.
His family wasn't from a small town, but he hated regional prejudice.
"Ohhh, screw you—!" Wang Hao shot up, finger aimed at Chen Mo's nose.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Zhu Dawei tackled him, covering his mouth, dragging him back. "Haozi, chill! Same dorm, don't wreck the vibe!"
Lin Feng patted Wang Hao's shoulder, cool as ever. "Whatever. A dog barking twice. He's applying to move out after a year anyway — just pretend he's air."
Hearing Lin Feng so calm, Wang Hao glared at Chen Mo one last time, then sat back down, chest still heaving.
But then it hit him —
Wait… Chen Mo was clearly insulting Lin Feng. He'd stepped up to defend him, but Lin Feng wasn't even mad — he was the one telling him to let it go?
Lin Feng breezed through the school day.
The Chinese Lit department was practically all girls — in class, he could feel eyes sweeping over him from every direction, all trying to catch the attention of the department's lone hottie.
But Lin Feng's mind was already at the Grand View Hotel.
Right after class at noon, he skipped lunch, ditched the afternoon session, and headed straight for the campus delivery station.
First, he picked up the brand‑new, top‑spec pastel‑pink phone meant for Su Qingwen — still in its sealed box, stuffed deep into his backpack.
Then he powered up his new personal phone.
Done with that, he hailed a cab to the Grand View Hotel in the city's south district.
"Hi, I'd like the highest‑floor suite with the best view."
Under the front desk clerk's surprised gaze, Lin Feng swiped his card, paid, and got the room key without blinking.
Inside, no dawdling — he got straight to setting up.
He placed his old phone carefully on a decorative stand facing the big bed, angled it right, and used a small ornament to subtly block the lens — ensuring a full view without being obvious.
Then he started a video call, routing it straight to his new phone.
Locked in.
Every move in the room would now be under his real‑time surveillance.
Only after that did he stroll over to the hotel's western restaurant and enjoy a leisurely dinner.
By the time he finished, the sky outside had darkened — 6:40.
He ambled back to the hotel lobby, found a corner sofa with a clear view of the entrance, took out his new phone, pretended to scroll short videos, but kept his peripheral vision locked on the revolving door.
Not long after, a stunning figure appeared in the doorway.
Lin Feng's breath stopped for a second.
Su Qingwen. She's really here.
And she'd dressed exactly to his specs.
White short‑sleeve shirt, collar tied with a neat red bow.
JK uniform — but not the Japanese sailor style.
It was a summer high‑school outfit, except the usual sporty pants were swapped for the classic plaid mini skirt, hem just covering the top of her thighs, swaying gently with each step.
The killer part — her legs were sheathed in whisper‑thin black stockings, tracing perfect, endless lines, topped with stiletto heels that seemed to press straight onto a man's heart with every step.
Ssshh! Lin Feng went rigid on the spot.
High‑school uniform plus black stockings and heels?!
That was practically an invitation to commit a crime.