Yet to her own surprise, the first reaction that surfaced in Jiang Xiaoya's mind at the thought of that scene wasn't shame or resistance — it was an indescribable excitement!
A hot rush welled up deep inside her body, flowing from her pussy, slick and sticky. Her legs couldn't help crossing and rubbing lightly against each other, as if she was actually looking forward to it.
Really… I'm about to stick a tail in my asshole and show it to a sugar daddy I've never even met?
But that was ¥3000!
If she said no and that bitch Zhou Xiaomeng somehow schemed her way back into the sugar daddy's favor, her glamorous life would vanish like a flash in the pan.
Would she have to go back to the days when she could only scrape by with sample face masks?
No! Never!
She was beautiful, her figure matched anyone's — why should she have worse clothes and accessories than girls who weren't even as pretty or stacked as she was!?
With that, the hesitation in her eyes vanished, replaced by resolve.
She didn't waste another second. Her fingers trembling slightly, she picked up the fluffy white cat tail from the bed.
Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her position, slowly lowered herself onto the narrow bed, and stuck her proud ass high in the air, forming an irresistibly seductive curve.
Then, biting her lower lip, she slowly and firmly guided the cold tail into her asshole — one bead, two beads, three beads. With each bead inserted, her pussy hole would rhythmically tighten and loosen until the whole thing was in. By then her pussy was already dripping nonstop, and her legs were trembling…
…
Meanwhile, in Zhou Xiaomeng's bed curtain, the mood was tense.
She had replied to Ferry Me, Not Her almost instantly.
To claw back his favor, she'd gone all out this time.
She took a full-body photo of herself, caressing her thighs, wearing only a pair of plain white cotton panties.
In the shot, she knelt on the bed, topless except for her slender arms crossed over her chest, covering the most crucial parts.
But the two snowy, full mounds were deformed by the pressure of her arms, threatening to spill out, revealing a large, round contour and a deep, breathtaking cleavage.
She even used her trump card — pouting her lips slightly, eyes watery, striking a pure yet innocent expression.
She sent the photo, heart racing with anticipation for Ferry Bro's reply.
Just then, a video call request popped up on her screen.
Caller ID: Chen Mo.
Before, even if she'd just called another man "brother" during a livestream outdoors, Chen Mo's call would make her panic, like she'd been caught red-handed in betrayal.
But now, she'd just sent that half-naked photo to Ferry Me, Not Her, and was riding a wave of excitement, waiting for his response.
Seeing her boyfriend's video call come in at this moment, her first reaction was strong irritation.
Why the hell did he call now of all times!?
If they started chatting, it'd take forever. What if Ferry Bro thought she was ignoring him and got the wrong idea!?
And… she was basically naked!
She had on only a thin white cotton panty — there was no way Chen Mo could see her body like this!
Frantic, she grabbed her pajama top and pants from beside the pillow, hurriedly pulled them on, then took a deep breath and pressed accept.
As soon as the call connected, Chen Mo's accusing, uneasy face appeared onscreen.
"Why did you take so long to answer? What were you doing?" His tone was sharp.
"I-I was just changing, didn't hear it," Zhou Xiaomeng made up an excuse, avoiding his eyes.
Hearing "changing," Chen Mo's expression softened, his gaze instantly turning lecherous. He grinned. "Oh? Changing? Must've been a nice view!"
Before, Zhou Xiaomeng might have seen that as cute couple banter, but now it just felt oily and gross.
Especially compared to Ferry Bro's commanding dominance, Chen Mo's creepy vibe disgusted her to the core.
"Why are you so pervy? All you think about is that stuff, not a bit serious!" she said, frowning in annoyance.
"Huh? Sorry, sorry, Mengmeng, you're a good girl, I shouldn't say that, I was wrong, okay!?" Chen Mo panicked at her reaction and scrambled to apologize.
Zhou Xiaomeng brushed her hair back impatiently. "Whatever. Why are you calling me at a time like this? Is there a problem with the new laptop?"
"Oh, no problem, works great." Chen Mo hesitated, then finally blurted out, "I just wanted to ask… that laptop wasn't cheap. How… how did you get the money?"
The question stabbed straight into Zhou Xiaomeng's sensitive nerves.
But she'd already prepared a counterattack. Her face instantly turned cold, her voice rising an octave as she snapped back, "Chen Mo, what's your problem!? Are you suspecting me? Think my money's dirty or something!?"
"No, no, no! That's not what I meant!" Chen Mo flailed, babbling, "I just… I care about you, I was afraid you were being tricked, I…"
"What 'I'!?" Zhou Xiaomeng wouldn't let him finish. Her eyes reddened as she acted wounded. "I work so hard doing beauty model gigs, Taobao shoots, and after a whole day, my back aches and I earn barely anything — I hardly spend any on myself, saved it all to buy you that laptop, and you go and suspect me!?"
The more she ranted, the more dramatic she became, like she'd suffered a massive injustice.
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Chen Mo's heart ached, and guilt consumed him — he didn't dare keep doubting her. He softened his tone, coaxing her, "Mengmeng, babe, I was wrong, I really was! I'm an idiot! Don't be mad, okay?"
Zhou Xiaomeng was anxious to check Ferry Bro's reply and didn't want to waste time.
Seeing him cave, she took the opportunity to climb down, pretending to forgive him, and huffed, "Fine, I'll forgive you this time, but no next time! Go back to the dorm, stop loitering."
"Okay, okay, I'm heading back right now!" Chen Mo agreed quickly.
Just as he was about to hang up, his eyes caught something. He moved the phone closer, lowered his voice with a sly grin, and asked, "Mengmeng… you didn't wear a bra today, did you?"
Zhou Xiaomeng's heart jolted. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, cheeks reddening as she snapped, "What are you talking about!?"
Even though her thick coral fleece pajamas made it impossible to see anything, that reflexive motion felt like an admission.
Chen Mo's grin widened. "I'm not talking nonsense — before, on video, I could see the bra strap on your shoulder, but not today… And Mengmeng, we've been together so long, and I… I've never seen you without it…"