"Lin Feng," Qin Wanrou's voice carried a thread of threat, her breath soft and fragrant like orchids, "You've studied so hard for so many years to get into university. If you get expelled over this, what happens to all those years of effort? What will your parents think?"
She leaned in, practically pressing her lips to Lin Feng's ear, her words meant only for the two of them:
"You… don't want that to happen, do you?"
Well, I'll be damned!
Lin Feng blurted Well, I'll be damned! in his head.
This plot felt so familiar!
And weren't those supposed to be his lines!?
Judging from this, the "Corrupt the Master" mission might actually… be doable!
Time to show some real skill.
Hearing Qin Wanrou's words, Lin Feng instantly "scrambled" to his feet, his face full of nervousness and panic, his voice tinged with a tearful quiver:
"Professor, I really know I was wrong! I'll never skip class again, please, please don't give me disciplinary action!"
Watching him look so pitiful, Qin Wanrou's sense of control was greatly satisfied, but she felt the heat wasn't quite enough — she had to completely lock down this little wolf cub.
She slowly sat back in her executive chair, leaned back, and elegantly crossed her legs, the plump curves wrapped in nude stockings becoming even more enticing.
"Sigh…" She deliberately let out a troubled sigh, slender fingers lightly tapping the desk. "The school leadership wants me to write a detailed report on this. You know how it is — these things can be big or small. How it's classified is completely up to my pen."
She paused, her gaze drifting over Lin Feng, her tone heavy with implication:
"I don't want to see you — a promising student who worked so hard to get here — expelled just one week into the semester… But… you've got to show me something, right?"
"Professor Qin!" Lin Feng's eyes reddened with urgency, like he was about to burst into tears. "I'll definitely perform well from now on, I'll do anything you say, just please don't report it! My family's not well off — if I get expelled, my parents might literally die of anger!"
"Do anything I say?"
That's exactly what Qin Wanrou was waiting for.
She judged the moment ripe, a victorious curve forming on her lips. Her gaze slowly lowered, finally landing on Lin Feng's crotch.
Then her whole body stiffened like she'd been struck by lightning!
Lin Feng habitually kept his cock to the right.
Right now, the loose athletic shorts on his right thigh clearly outlined something nearly a foot long — an explosive, powerful silhouette.
Qin Wanrou's eyes instantly went wide, her breath catching, her cheeks flaming red as if they might drip blood, her heart pounding like a drum.
[Is… is this real!?]
[My God! That size… Compared to my husband, he's like a kid who hasn't grown!]
[If I sat on that, it might go straight to the baby's room! I could totally break!]
[No, no, Qin Wanrou, what are you thinking! But… I really… want to try…]
She forcibly suppressed the raging tide of desire, cleared her throat dryly, and said:
"Not reporting it… is possible. But first, you have to honestly tell the teacher — what exactly is in your pocket!?"
Before the words even finished, she'd already stood up, almost unconsciously extending her slightly trembling hand to lightly stroke over the thin fabric.
And she really knew what she was doing.
Unlike the inexperienced Su Qingwen, who'd just clumsily hold on awkwardly — jerky movements, no technique, more annoying than arousing — Qin Wanrou was completely different.
The moment she touched, she went straight for the vital spot.
Her slender index finger drew a precise circle around the tip, then pressed lightly with her fingertip.
"Sss—!"
Lin Feng's body jolted violently, an indescribable electric current exploding from his lower body, rushing up his spine to the top of his head!
His mind went blank, all the blood in his body seemingly rushing to the same place in that instant.
He'd never experienced anything like this in twenty years!
Su Qingwen had touched him before, but her clumsy actions were more about novelty and conquest.
Qin Wanrou's touch was like finding the switch to his body!
That gentle circling, laced with teasing, made his hair stand on end.
And that precise, moderate pressure nearly made him blow his load on the spot!
His legs went weak, breathing turned rough, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from making a sound.
That one press sent Qin Wanrou's pretty face flooding with a complex mix of shock and fascination.
[How is this possible!? Unbelievable!]
[Is… is this a stone!?]
Her husband always needed ages to get ready beforehand.
Most of the time, Qin Wanrou had wondered if men had some huge misunderstanding of the word "hard."
But today, meeting Lin Feng, she realized — yes, people like this did exist, she'd just never met one.
Lin Feng, face flushed, stammered, "Professor, I… I didn't put anything in there! Really!"
He hastily shoved both hands into his pockets and flipped them inside out.
The empty linings were exposed to the air — there was genuinely nothing inside!
Seeing Lin Feng's clueless, innocent look, Qin Wanrou's courage surged.
[This little dummy — doesn't even know what this is?]
[If he doesn't understand even this, then even if I do something, he probably won't get it!]
An outrageously bold idea sprouted wildly in her mind.
She sat back down, put on a stern face, and changed her tone to serious:
"Stand up straight! Let the teacher check!"
She scrutinized Lin Feng up and down, her voice righteous. "Don't think I don't know — you've got a 'weapon' hidden in your pants! If you dare bring a weapon to the teacher's office, that's a very serious matter. You might even get arrested, leaving a criminal record!"
Seeing Lin Feng's pale, frightened face, she switched to a "I'm doing this for your own good" expression and coaxed:
"Of course, I don't want to misunderstand you. So I have to check in person to completely clear your suspicion, right?"
"Uh… alright then!" Lin Feng pretended to be extremely reluctant, hesitating for ages before nodding unwillingly.
In reality, he was grinning inside.