Su Qingwen knelt on the plush bed, then slowly leaned forward, hands bracing the mattress as she stuck her ass high in the air.
The pose let her JK skirt fall naturally, but it also made her waist look impossibly slim, her curves jaw‑dropping.
Next, she reached behind with one hand, trembling fingers clutching the edge of the plaid skirt, and… slowly lifted it up.
In the video frame, a perfectly shaped pink bundle came into view.
Black stockings hugged her thighs, creating a striking contrast against the pink fabric.
Lin Feng could even see a darker patch in the center of the pink — his breath instantly turned heavy.
On screen, Su Qingwen hooked the skirt's edge and pulled it down with agonizing slowness.
As the fabric receded, that round shape emerged bit by bit — smooth, firm, elastic.
When the tiny piece of cloth finally left her body, Lin Feng saw a glistening strand stretch from her pussy lips before snapping in the air.
She repositioned herself, ass still up, lying prone on the bed.
Behind her, the air felt cool on her pussy; she could feel her clit and petals completely exposed, that empty, vulnerable feeling pushing her shame to the limit.
It felt like a man was squatting right behind her, staring with burning eyes at how wet she was.
That thought made her squirm uncontrollably, her waist twisting.
Blood surged south.
A shiny bead of nectar rolled slowly from between her petals onto the sheet, snapped midway, some pulled back into her folds, then stretched and fell again, snapping once more.
[Ding! Su Qingwen performed a shameful act — Corruption Value +10, now 25!]
[Ding! Under host's influence, first time CV +20 — Reward: 100 Spirit Stones, Core Point +1!]
Lin Feng smiled at the notifications, but he wasn't satisfied yet.
He wanted to shatter this woman's defenses completely.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Reach behind, use your middle and index fingers to spread your pussy open! I need to inspect the goods — see if it's secondhand!
Inspect the goods! Secondhand!
Treating her like a product to check…
The moment she read that, Su Qingwen froze, shivering like she'd been shocked. Her mind went blank.
Just reading those words made her…
[Ding! Language stimulation accelerates corruption — CV +20, now 45!]
At this point, she'd lost any will to resist.
She was already this far — she had to get that phone. Whatever he demanded, she'd do it.
She raised her pale hand to shield herself behind, then slowly, as instructed, spread her pussy open with two fingers.
As the petals parted, the tender pink inner flesh came into view, layers folding inward, with a pale pink membrane guarding the deepest core.
The sight of that blooming flower made Lin Feng's breath hitch.
He knew he couldn't wait any longer.
He physically couldn't take it.
If he kept watching, he'd be losing a "deposit" right there in the hotel lobby.
But one last thing had to be done.
She was balancing on one arm, already difficult, and now the air at her back felt colder — like AC was seeping into her pussy, shame and need twisting inside her. She didn't dare let go, leaving her folds spread and breathing, nectar soaking her thighs.
Just then, her old phone buzzed.
Annoyed, she opened WeChat — it was Lin Feng: Senior Sister, send me a selfie. Once I see your face, I'll stop bothering you.
She just wanted this hassle over with, so she snapped a face‑only selfie and sent it.
Of course, just her face.
Lin Feng saw it and gave a cold smirk.
This woman was nearly naked, pussy spread for some guy's inspection, while he — the guy about to be her "boyfriend" — got nothing but a coy face.
Walking out of the lobby corner toward the elevator, he sent one last message as Ferry Me, Not Her:
Put on the blindfold now. I'm coming in. Don't take it off until I say.
Little Raindrop: Mm!
Reply in hand, Lin Feng stepped into the elevator.
As the doors closed, they reflected his icy yet excited grin.
Soon, he reached Room 1808.
Beep—
Card swipe, door unlocked, he pushed inside.
Click. Door shut.
The moment he entered, a complex fragrance hit him — the hotel's faint ambient scent, a sweet, unique scent to a young girl's body…
But there was also an unfamiliar, slightly musky‑sweet odor he'd never smelled before.
Strange as it was, his "brother" seemed to recognize it and was instantly intrigued, stretching eagerly toward its source.
Lin Feng's gaze crossed the foyer to the massive bed in the center.
One look, and his breath stopped.
Su Qingwen was still in that shameful pose, but seeing her in person — not through a screen — was a totally different level of impact.
She'd tied a white lace ribbon over her eyes, bow at the back of her head.
Maybe from holding the position too long, she'd let her upper body sink onto the bed.
Smooth white curves pressed into the sheets, forming a breathtaking arc.
Her small chin rested on her hand, while the other hand remained behind, holding the pose.
It was the perfect blend of innocent and wanton — the ultimate temptation.
Lin Feng's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
He moved silently to the bedside, first turned off the hidden phone's video call, then switched it to record mode and placed it back.
Only then did his gaze return to her.
Black stockings clung to her long, straight legs, leaving a sexy ridge at the tops of her thighs.
Slender calves in a smooth line, feet still in stilettos, toes slightly parted as if making space for whoever was about to kneel here.
Lin Feng crouched, bringing his face between her two fingers.
For the first time, he examined a girl's pussy this closely, this intimately.
Seeing that inner membrane, he thought — yep, untouched goods.
"Ferry… Brother, is that you?"
Su Qingwen felt a wave of heat — someone's face was inches from her.
The warmth even seeped inside her pussy. The thought of it being completely claimed and filled by this man made her knees tremble.