"Chen Mo! You're such a disgusting perv!"
She felt utterly insulted, screeching her rebuke. "I don't even want to talk to you!"
Without waiting for Chen Mo to react, she slapped the button and hung up the video call.
Disgusting!
How had she ever thought this guy was decent?
Compared to Ferry Bro's throw-money-around, take-control dominance, Chen Mo was like some small-town loser who'd never seen the world — even wanting to glance at her body came off as pathetic and creepy.
Seconds later, she eagerly grabbed her phone and unlocked it.
The WeChat chat screen was still on her conversation with Ferry Me, Not Her.
Right there on the screen was the photo she'd just sent —
In the picture, the girl was topless, wearing only plain white panties, kneeling on the bed. One slender arm barely covered her full chest while the other hand ambiguously caressed her smooth thigh. She gazed at the viewer with a look that was both innocent and seductive.
Looking at that image of herself — pure yet slutty — Zhou Xiaomeng's cheeks burned.
But more than that, she felt a kind of sick, twisted anticipation.
She needed to know: how would Ferry Bro react to this photo?
Just then, her screen lit up with a red transfer notification.
Transfer: ¥520
Her heart shot straight into her throat — ¥520! Brother still loves me!
She was about to tap and accept when another message popped up.
Ferry Me, Not Her: That's it? Nothing else? Kinda boring now!
Boom!
That line hit her brain like a bolt of lightning.
She shot upright, cold sweat breaking out on her back.
Boring!?
He said it was boring!?
Her mind went blank.
She frantically replayed it — yeah, she'd sent nude photos before to please Ferry Bro. He'd already seen pretty much everything worth seeing.
This new photo, though sexier in pose, was still partly covered by her arm, so yeah, maybe it was less tempting than the full-on shots before.
Could it be… he'd already gotten bored with her that fast!?
No! Absolutely not! She had to find a way to keep him!
As panic set in, she noticed a rhythmic, slight shaking coming from the bed next to hers — Jiang Xiaoya's bed.
She could also faintly hear the rapid tapping of fingers on a phone screen.
That bitch!
She was definitely texting hot and heavy with her "brother"!
The bed shaking… she must be posing in some slutty, seductive way to lure him!
No way!
She could not lose!
Otherwise, soon that girl would be flaunting piles of luxury goods in front of her — just the thought made her feel like she couldn't breathe, worse than death!
Zhou Xiaomeng bit her lip so hard her teeth clicked. A crazy idea surged into her head.
So what if it's just playing? So what if it's just being slutty?
I can do that too! I'm better at it than she!
She took a deep breath, fingers flying over the screen:
Brother… Mengmeng's still young, I don't know much, but Brother can teach me, okay? Whatever Brother wants to see, Mengmeng will take a photo of… Whatever Brother wants Mengmeng to do, Mengmeng will do… Please don't ignore me, okay?
But after she sent it, the message sank like a stone.
Seconds ticked by, no response.
Just as her heart sank to the bottom, a reply finally came.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Fine, I'll show you how your "bestie" plays — she knows way more than you!
Then a photo popped up.
It showed Jiang Xiaoya in that black, semi-sheer lace camisole, lounging lazily on her side. Her wavy chestnut hair spilled over the pillow, her eyes dreamy, lips slightly parted in ultimate seduction.
Although the dress covered her body, if you looked closely, the cicada-wing-thin fabric revealed almost everything — the two little nipples and the two little petals below were practically exposed!
Boom!
The moment Zhou Xiaomeng saw that photo, she instantly understood.
"You damn two-faced slut!" She clutched her phone, knuckles white, silently screaming in her mind. So it is you stealing my Ferry Bro!
It had to be that day when she'd fallen asleep — this bitch must've peeked at her phone and stolen Ferry Bro's WeChat!
No wonder that girl had been spending wildly and buying all kinds of weird clothes — she'd been scheming to steal her sugar daddy!
A crushing sense of betrayal and fear of losing everything obliterated Zhou Xiaomeng's reason.
She went all in.
She yanked off the covers, roughly tore off the pajama top and pants, and tossed them aside, leaving only her final white cotton panties.
Then she carefully fixed her phone to the top frame of the bed, adjusting the angle so the camera could look straight down at her entire body.
She took a deep breath and hit record.
In the lens, she slowly lay back, her snowy skin gleaming under the phone's light.
Biting her lower lip, eyes both dreamy and determined, she hooked her fingers on both sides of her panties and began pulling them down — slowly, inch by inch.
The fabric slid over her flat belly, past the mysterious bush, down her long legs, until it hung from her left ankle like a defeated flag.
But she wasn't done.
Zhou Xiaomeng turned her head, reached behind her knees, and pulled her legs up toward her chest.
Her pink-nail-polished feet faced the camera directly, and her most private, softest little pussy was now completely, utterly exposed to the lens.
From this angle, it was as if Lin Feng were kneeling between her legs, hands gripping her ankles, about to launch his hardest thrust, driving his cock straight into the soft petals and that secret stream's source.