Ding!
The elevator doors opened, and the two of them stepped inside, one in front, one behind.
Su Qingwen instinctively moved to the farthest corner, like she was trying to put as much distance between herself and Lin Feng as possible.
The doors slid shut, the elevator went down one floor, then opened again.
A young couple walked in; the woman had her arm snug around the man's, laughing and chatting as they stood in front of them.
Seizing the chance, Lin Feng stepped forward and pressed up behind Su Qingwen, wrapping his arm around her slender waist.
His hand sank into softness — even though he'd grabbed her like this last night, there was something different about holding her gently now.
Su Qingwen's body jolted, but surprisingly, she didn't resist.
Lin Feng's heart leapt with delight, and his nerve grew.
His big hand slid slowly down her waistline, landing on her jean-clad, rounded ass, rubbing back and forth through the fabric, feeling that amazing elasticity and shape.
Her delicate brows knitted, lips parting slightly like she wanted to say something.
But when she glanced at the couple in front, afraid they might turn around and see her being manhandled, she stayed silent, only her body tensed tighter.
Seeing her so compliant, Lin Feng's boldness swelled.
His hand wasn't satisfied with just her lower half — it traveled up her waistline, under her T-shirt and bra, grasping her perky breasts and kneading hard, occasionally pinching the nipples between two fingers and tugging them up and down.
Soft, full, perfectly springy!
No amount of squeezing ever got old.
He could even see her tight T-shirt deforming under his touch.
"Mmm…"
Su Qingwen couldn't hold back, a muffled moan slipping from her throat.
But unlike in the cinema before, she didn't angrily shove his hand away. Instead, she raised her small hand to cover her mouth, terrified of making another sound.
Lin Feng was overjoyed!
That gesture was practically her giving him carte blanche over her body!
The only limit seemed to be not getting caught!
If she let him act this brazenly in an elevator with strangers around, then somewhere more private — like a dark, secluded grove where he could pin her to a tree — he could basically do whatever he wanted.
He made a mental note: Corruption Value 90+ means, as long as you're not seen, almost any intimate couple behavior is possible.
What would Corruption Value 100 look like!?
Anticipation burned in his chest.
Ding!
The elevator finally reached the first floor, doors sliding open.
Su Qingwen seized the chance like a lifeline, grabbing Lin Feng's still‑wandering hand, eyes wide with panic and pleading.
Lin Feng tactfully withdrew.
He couldn't risk breaking his top‑grade cauldron right at the start.
Once he let go, Su Qingwen let out a long sigh of relief, steadying herself against the elevator doors as her legs wobbled her out.
After checking out, they stood at the hotel entrance.
The sunlight was harsh; Su Qingwen instinctively lowered her head, avoiding Lin Feng's gaze.
"I'll give you a ride back," Lin Feng offered.
"N-No… that's okay," Su Qingwen immediately shook her head, voice barely audible. "I called a car, I'll go myself."
Lin Feng didn't insist.
He knew after last night's madness, she probably wanted to put as much distance between them as possible.
Also, both of them are missing a night and then appearing together in the same cab at the campus gates? Way too risky if anyone they knew saw.
Soon, a taxi pulled over.
Su Qingwen practically fled, taking quick little steps, yanking the door open, and climbing in.
The driver was a middle-aged man who'd seen it all.
One glance at her flushed cheeks, odd walk, and the subtle way she clutched her waist told him most of the story.
Through the rearview mirror, he glanced at Lin Feng still standing at the hotel entrance and shook his head in resignation.
Kids these days… no mercy. Can't go pounding a delicate girl like that.
She looked fragile; she'd obviously been thoroughly worn out last night.
Look at those long legs — still trembling as she got in the car.
Lin Feng stood there, watching the taxi disappear, his mind on the system's new mission.
"Buy a house as a cultivation dwelling?"
He rubbed his chin, calculating his funds.
"Just over a million yuan — buying property in Jiangcheng? You've gotta be kidding."
Jiangcheng wasn't a first‑tier city, but it was still a provincial capital. City center prices had long since passed 20,000 per square meter.
Even in the university district, far from downtown, it was 14,000–15,000 per square foot.
A hundred‑square‑meter new place would cost at least 1.4–1.5 million — and that's before renovation or furniture.
"Forget it, I'll grab a second‑hand place. Just need to complete the mission." He quickly made up his mind.
That way, if he stayed in Jiangcheng after graduation, he wouldn't have to burden his parents with housing worries.
Pulling out his phone, he opened a property app.
"Let's see if there's a decent second‑hand near the university."
Muttering to himself, he set filters: near Jiangnan Normal University, fully renovated, move‑in ready.
Size? He'd decide after checking.
Living alone, with the occasional "training session" with Senior Sister, it didn't need to be huge.
Lin Feng was a man of action. Fast decisions, no dawdling.
In a complex just a street away from the university, he found a 60‑square‑meter fully renovated unit.
The owner was eager to sell, price was fair. Without haggling, Lin Feng paid the full amount on the spot.
Cost: 800,000!
Only when the system pinged did he finally relax.
[Ding! Palace of Ultimate Pleasure mission complete. Reward: Spirit Stones 1000! Bone-Purifying Pill +1!]
Another 100,000 yuan hit his bank account.
Staring at his balance — over 300,000 — and the house keys in his hand, Lin Feng felt dizzy, like it wasn't real!
Who'd have thought something most people took years, even decades of work to achieve… he'd done in just a few days of university!
By the time he returned to school, it was 4 p.m.
Opening the door to Room 404, he was hit by a stifling atmosphere.
Zhu Dawei and Wang Hao sat in their chairs, faces grim, each radiating defeat.
Lin Feng blinked in surprise.
Zhu Dawei wasn't crunching on chips?
Wang Hao wasn't gaming?
For these two, that was like the sun rising in the west!
The moment they saw Lin Feng, as they'd rehearsed it, they both looked up, exchanged a glance, and their expressions soured even more.