The next second, they made the same move — clutching their phones tight to their chests, shielding the screens from each other's eyes!
Zhou Xiaomeng hid hers because she was terrified Jiang Xiaoya would discover her secret relationship with Ferry Me, Not Her.
Jiang Xiaoya shielded hers because she didn't want Zhou Xiaomeng to know she'd already managed to contact her sugar daddy.
"Ugh, I'm kinda sleepy, gonna hit the bed!"
"Yeah, I'm tired too."
They scrambled for lame excuses, phone gripped in hand, and darted to their respective bunks.
Swish!
Swish!
Two thick bed curtains were yanked shut almost at the same time.
Then, like synchronized swimmers, both girls tapped open WeChat.
Their fingers flew across the screen, each trying to out-charm the same man.
Mengmeng: Brother, why haven't you contacted me for so long? Mengmeng misses you so much…
It's Xiaoya: Oh, I thought I made you angry last time we met, Ferry Bro — scared poor Xiaoya to death~
After sending her message, Jiang Xiaoya didn't hesitate for a second.
She knew words alone wouldn't hook a sugar daddy — she had to back it up with action.
She quickly stripped off her clothes and slipped into that brand-new black, semi-sheer lace camisole.
Then she lifted her phone, took a photo of herself, and sent it.
It's Xiaoya: Brother, look at these new outfits I bought — which one do you like better?
In the photo, Jiang Xiaoya's delicate face wore a lazy, seductive look. Her wavy chestnut hair cascaded over her snowy shoulders like seaweed, a few strands even trailing onto her chest, adding extra allure.
The black lace camisole was as thin as a cicada's wing, clinging to her smoking-hot D-cup figure.
The fabric was semi-transparent — she was wearing it, but it looked like she wasn't.
Those stunning curves stretched the delicate lace taut, making it look full and plush, begging to be squeezed.
Not only were her breast contours visible, but her nipples peeked through the black lace, faint and tantalizing.
You couldn't quite make out the color, but they looked small and cute, with slightly larger areolas.
Below her flat belly, the skirt was scandalously short.
A thick tuft of hair peeked through the sheer fabric, sketching a mysterious, dangerous outline…
In the guys' dorm, Lin Feng opened Jiang Xiaoya's photo.
Even he froze the instant he saw it.
His body, which had relaxed a bit after dealing with Qin Wanrou, tensed right back up.
Well, I'll be damned!
This half-covered, "peek-a-boo" vibe was way more blood-boiling than full nudity!
Then Jiang Xiaoya sent a few more photos.
One showed the all-white nurse outfit — dress, short skirt, bra, panties, all laid out on the bed.
The second was the same bedsheet, but now it held a black-and-white low-cut maid outfit edged in lace. Next to it were black stockings and a black lace thong.
No bra.
Translation: if Jiang Xiaoya wore that outfit, she'd be completely topless.
Just imagining those two mounds held up only by the flimsy clothes, bouncing slightly with movement, made Lin Feng swallow hard.
The last photo was the cat-ear set.
Simple setup — a pair of cat ears, a bustier, and panties with fabric so minimal they were almost nonexistent.
Next to them lay a fluffy white cat tail.
Lin Feng looked at the photos and curled his lips into a playful smirk.
This Jiang Xiaoya really knows how to play.
But then again, she was the latecomer. If she didn't put in effort and show real skill, how could she steal a slice of the pie from Zhou Xiaomeng?
Sugar daddies are still human — attention and energy are limited. The more focused on one, the less on the other.
Lin Feng was pleased with Jiang Xiaoya's "initiative." With a tap, he sent a red packet.
Transfer: ¥520
…
Inside the dorm bed curtain.
When the transfer notification popped up, Jiang Xiaoya's eyes lit up instantly!
¥520!
That's my sugar daddy — so generous!
She'd spent a little over a hundred on the clothes, just put them on and snapped a pic, and made over five hundred in return!
Absolute win!
She was about to gush something when Lin Feng's next message came through.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Got a question for you. Answer right, and I'll transfer 2000!
2000?!
Her heartbeat missed a beat.
That much!?
She quickly switched to a coquettish tone and typed back:
It's Xiaoya: Oh, Ferry Bro, I'm an art major — not great at studying! Don't ask anything too hard, or poor Xiaoya won't know the answer~
She added a begging emoji with hands clasped.
Ferry Me, Not Her: It's not about academics.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Do you know where that cat tail goes?
The moment she read that, Jiang Xiaoya's face flushed crimson.
When she'd bought it, she had studied the design — it was weird.
It wasn't like a regular accessory that tied to the panties; it was a separate piece, and at the other end of the tail were a few beads strung together.
She'd never used it, but she'd seen enough reference material to know exactly what it was for — it was meant to be "secured" in the asshole.
But answering directly would make her seem too blunt, too slutty, like she was an easy woman in his eyes.
So she weighed her words and sent:
It's Xiaoya: Tsk, I don't know!
Lin Feng saw the reply and understood instantly.
If she truly didn't know, she wouldn't have added "Tsk" at the start.
He just smiled, didn't call her out, and sent another transfer.
Transfer: ¥3000
Ferry Me, Not Her: Put it on. Show me.
This Jiang Xiaoya was definitely playing way bigger than Zhou Xiaomeng.
If she bought stuff like this, it was obviously to wear for him, right!?
No point pretending she didn't know now.
Looks like he'd have some fun ahead.
Cosplay?
Yup, she knew how to play.
Inside the bed curtain, Jiang Xiaoya stared at the glaring "¥3000" transfer on her screen, her breath catching.
That much!?
Her heart pounded like crazy!
Of course, she wanted the money, but then she remembered — putting on that outfit wasn't just about dressing up. That tail… had to go in her ass!
Just imagining that cold, beaded thing entering her asshole made her perky, round ass involuntarily clench, like something was already trying to force its way in.