Especially that Li Li — the one whose family has a little cash and loves flaunting that her boyfriend gave her an old-model phone.
When the time comes, her face is gonna be priceless — probably look like she just ate something awful!
That surge of vanity filled Su Qingwen with satisfaction, her body even trembling a little from sheer excitement.
In that moment, she decided that even if Ferry Me, Not Her really had the stamina to plow away on top of her like a cow all night, grunting and groaning the whole time — it didn't matter.
It was worth it. Totally worth it.
Just then, her old phone buzzed again.
A message from Ferry Me, Not Her: Right now, sit on the bed, take off your bra, and show me your tits!
Su Qingwen, still riding high on that joy, blushed bright red the second she read the command.
Tits?!
Direct. Blatant.
But weirdly, it sent a jolt of excitement through her — her panties were threatening to get damp again.
Either way, she'd be stripped bare and played with later, so sooner or later, what difference did it make?
Obediently, she sat back on the edge of the bed and pulled off the tight "high-school uniform" shirt, revealing the pink cotton bra underneath.
Clearly chosen with care, the bra made her full, snowy mounds look even more ready to spill out.
The bra seemed a little small — most of those creamy swells were exposed to the air, rising and falling with her breath, a deep, tempting cleavage carved between them.
She turned her back to the camera, slender fingers finding the clasp at her back.
With a soft snap, the restraint released.
As the straps slid down her smooth shoulders, the pink fabric fell away.
In that instant, two perfect ivory globes broke free, trembling slightly in the air like ripe peaches.
Two coin-sized pink nipples stood stiff and proud.
Lin Feng saw every bit of it crystal clear on his phone screen.
Boom!
A rush of heat shot straight to his gut — his body reacted with the most primal, powerful urge imaginable.
He could already picture how soft, how springy those tits would feel in his hands.
What would happen if his thumb gave one of those little nubs a gentle press?
His Adam's apple bobbed. He switched accounts and, as Ferry Me, Not Her, sent a new command:
I didn't say strip naked. Put the uniform back on, lift the shirt just above your chest, that's it!
That mix of innocent-yet-wanton — that's what he really wanted.
In the monitor, Su Qingwen blinked at the message.
Instinctively, she replied using Little Raindrop: How'd you know I wasn't wearing anything? Are you watching through the camera?!
After sending, she immediately covered her chest with both hands and nervously scanned the room.
Lin Feng had anticipated this. He shot back:
I'm in the building across the street. There's a tiny gap in the curtains — I can see your room through a scope. Relax, no one else can see you from this angle!
Total BS, of course.
Five‑star hotels have serious privacy — outside was a busy road, no way anyone could easily peek in like that.
But Su Qingwen didn't know that.
To her, Ferry Me, Not Her was clearly loaded — dropping thousands on a suite, handing over an ¥18,000 phone like it was nothing.
Rich guys often had weird kinks.
And a guy like that had probably been with every kind of girl. Picking her? Probably because she was "fresh," still a high‑school vibe, untouched.
Thinking that, she stopped doubting. She put the "high‑school uniform" shirt back on.
The shirt was already a bit tight, basically glued to her body.
Without a bra underneath, and her body already thrumming from the thought of being pinned to the bed, those two peaks pushed out two obvious bumps in the fabric.
Then, under Lin Feng's heated gaze, she raised shaking hands and slowly lifted the hem of the shirt.
The coarse fabric brushing over her sensitive peaks made her whole body jolt.
Her body was too sensitive — just that light friction sent a tingling current from her chest through her entire body.
It felt like that faceless man was already licking her through the shirt, fast and teasing.
Blushing, she lifted the shirt to just above her bust, exposing those tempting ivory mounds.
Her legs rubbed restlessly against the bedsheet. Through Little Raindrop, she sent: Is this… okay?
Right then, her old phone buzzed again.
It was Lin Feng's WeChat: Senior Sister? Still there? Why no reply?
Seeing Lin Feng's message, Su Qingwen frowned in mild annoyance.
Why was this junior so clingy?!
She had to wrap up the chat fast — if Ferry Me, Not Her showed up and saw her flirting with another guy, he might get mad.
She quickly replied: Junior, I'm kinda tired today, gonna sleep. Talk tomorrow. Good night.
Lin Feng watched the screen: there was Su Qingwen, one hand struggling to hold the shirt hem above her chest, her whole tempting body exposed to his view, while her other hand typed away, chatting with the "other man" she thought she was talking to.
His lips curled into a cold smirk.
Born little slut.
He'd almost been the clueless backup guy.
If he'd really fallen for her and then someone dropped that video in his lap, he'd probably lose it.
Luckily, it wasn't too late — cut his losses.
She wasn't worth it.
He switched accounts, Ferry Me, Not Her again, and fired off a new order:
Now change positions — get on your knees and hands on the bed, ass up, lift the skirt, and pull your panties down to your knees.
When Su Qingwen read that, her face instantly turned scarlet.
That position… so embarrassing!
More nerve‑racking and exciting than taking off her bra.
She hesitated, didn't obey right away. Instead, she typed back with Little Raindrop: Aren't you coming yet? How long are you gonna watch?
Ferry Me, Not Her replied almost instantly: What, you in a hurry to get fucked? Little slut!? We agreed — tonight you do whatever position I say. If you wanna back out, return the phone money. You can still leave now!
The words return the money sent a flicker of panic through her.
She bit her lip and replied: Why get mad? I didn't say I wouldn't do it!
Taking a deep breath, she slowly adjusted her posture…