Thinking about it, Su Qingwen's eyes dimmed, filled with disappointment.
But then — the memory of last night's wild insanity hit her. Lin Feng flipping her every which way, putting her in poses she'd never even dared imagine, forcing her to make cries and whimpers she didn't recognize as her own…
Su Qingwen's face instantly flushed crimson, all the way to her ears.
It seemed… only that kind of rough treatment could give her that kind of extreme pleasure. If it had been gentle, sweet romance, maybe she'd have found it… kinda boring?
The moment that thought popped into her head, she was startled.
She shook her head hard, trying to drive out that terrifying idea.
What the hell am I thinking?!
Could it be… she'd gotten addicted to being used like that after one night!?
Lin Feng shook his head, looking at her mix of shame, indignation, and a bit of grievance, a teasing smirk curling his lips. He said coolly, "Sorry, Senior Sister, but you'll have to stay for two more rounds."
He needed two more sessions to level up Yin-Yang Pleasure Skill to the second layer and finish the main mission the system gave him.
If he called it quits with Su Qingwen now, what would happen to the mission?
Before, he might have felt a sliver of guilt toward her.
But now?
From the moment she tried to pawn him off as a backup guy, it was just equal, mutual benefit — nobody owed anybody.
"Impossible!" Su Qingwen's voice shot up, tinged with a tearful whine. "You… you rammed all the way into my womb! I can't get it out! It's your fault! What if… what if I get pregnant!? You did it so many times, and every time you filled me up…"
She was too embarrassed to finish, but her hand clutching her lower belly said it all.
"You're not stupid," Lin Feng snorted, eyes laced with mockery. "You definitely planned it for your safe period, didn't you?"
Before she could answer, he grabbed his phone, opened WeChat, found her contact, and transferred ¥10,000.
Buzzz—
Her phone on the nightstand vibrated.
She instinctively picked it up. When she saw the huge transfer notification onscreen, she froze.
One… followed by four zeros!
It made her eyes blur.
"W-What do you mean by this!?" She jerked her head up, lips bitten, glaring at Lin Feng in shame and fury. "Are you treating me like I'm selling myself!?"
Lin Feng almost blurted out: Aren't you? — but caught himself. Don't burn the bridge.
He switched to a relaxed smile. "Senior Sister, you're overthinking. A new phone alone isn't enough, right? Your wardrobe, your makeup — they need an upgrade too. You can't be rocking the latest phone while still wearing dirt-cheap ¥9.90 shipping clothes, can you?"
That hit home for Su Qingwen.
True…
But asking for two more rounds for just ¥10,000?
She felt like she was selling herself too cheaply.
Lin Feng, like the worm in her stomach, saw her thoughts and leaned back against the headboard, casually saying, "Yeah, the first time's expensive — a girl's first time only happens once. But the second, third, hundredth, thousandth time? No difference. This price is already a discount because we're classmates!"
"If you think it's not worth it, give the money back!"
He even put on a regretful face and reached for her phone like he was about to take it back.
That scared Su Qingwen!
In an instant, she realized — yeah, he'd already gone crazy on her all night, taken her multiple times. Her womb's depths had been filled with his "stuff" over and over. A few more times wouldn't change anything.
Plus… there was money involved!
She clutched her phone behind her like a protective little animal, voice tense. "I… I agree! But… you can't harass me at school, and no one can know about us!"
"Deal!" Lin Feng nodded decisively.
He certainly didn't want anyone to know he'd hooked up with Su Qingwen.
His sights were set on bigger things — he wasn't about to get tripped up by one woman.
Su Qingwen was just a high-grade cauldron on his path to power.
There'd be thousands more like her in the future.
Hearing his promise, Su Qingwen finally breathed easy.
She got off the bed, legs still slightly shaky, and wobbled into the bathroom. With each step, the fluid that had filled her womb last night slowly trickled out.
But no sooner had she stepped in than Lin Feng followed and shut the frosted glass door.
"What are you doing!"
Her face instantly flushed red; she crossed her arms, one hand covering her chest, the other shielding her most sensitive spot.
"Don't play innocent," Lin Feng scoffed, eyes roaming shamelessly over her. "From head to toe, which inch haven't I touched? Which inch haven't I licked? What are you covering now?"
He marched up, picked the showerhead off the wall.
"Checkout time's almost up — let's save time and shower together. Otherwise, you'll pay the overtime fee."
Then, shockingly, he grabbed the pink bath puff she'd prepared for herself, squeezed on shower gel, and started scrubbing between his own legs.
"Y-You… how dare you!?"
Su Qingwen was completely dumbfounded, speechless.
Her brain blanked as she watched him clean the weapon that had rampaged inside her last night with her bath puff. The thought of using that same puff — now full of his scent — to wash her body sent a hot rush from her feet to her skull.
Humiliated, she bit her lip, but didn't dare protest, and silently turned away to let the warm water rinse over her.
…
After showering, they got dressed.
Su Qingwen's bag, besides the blindfold, had a full change of clothes — a figure-hugging T-shirt and jeans that clung to her curves.
But when she went for the final piece, she froze.
"Huh? Where's my panties?"
She knelt on the messy bed, ass sticking up, flipping pillows and blankets inside out, but couldn't find the tiny piece of fabric.
Lin Feng, leisurely pulling up his pants, was secretly grinning.
Gone?
Of course, they were gone!
While she was in the shower, he'd completed a daily mission.
[Ding! Detected Fairy's intimate clothing. Submit for mission?]
[Submission successful! Reward: Spirit Stones x100, Core Point x1!]
That ¥10,000 he'd just sent her? Strictly speaking, it was payment earned by trading her panties.
Even though Lin Feng's bank balance had already crossed the million mark, he was all about thriftiness — a traditional virtue. If he could save, he would.