A long, long time passed.
The tidal wave of pleasure finally receded.
Zhou Xiaomeng lay drenched in sweat, boneless and limp on the bed, too weak to lift even a finger.
Her eyes were unfocused, pupils scattered, her face still flushed with that feverish blush. She was completely immersed in a hollow, empty afterglow.
Summoning the last of her strength, she shakily reached up, took the phone off the top frame, and hit send.
She panted for a while, waiting for her emotions to settle and her legs to stop feeling like jelly.
Then, the phone under the blanket vibrated again.
Zhou Xiaomeng yanked the blanket open and grabbed it.
Another ¥5200 transfer stared back at her from the screen.
Another 5200!?
Her breath caught. She stared at the glaring red numbers, heart hammering.
In just this short time, she'd gotten fifteen thousand in transfers!?
And doing this… had actually felt good.
Just lying there, touching her pussy, getting off — and earning a fortune for it.
Is it really this easy!?
Then a new message popped up.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Very good. Very tempting.
Ferry Me, Not Her: That video was worth the price.
Boom!
Those two lines hit her like a shot of pure adrenaline, flooding her body with warmth.
All the shame, emptiness, and anxiety from before were instantly washed away by an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and victory.
It was worth it!
He liked it!
Zhou Xiaomeng's heart raced. She could already picture that bitch Jiang Xiaoya's face when she found out Zhou had made so much money in one night — pure, seething jealousy.
I won!
I won for good!
Fighting to stay calm, she typed, fingers trembling:
Mengmeng: As long as Brother likes it… Mengmeng… Mengmeng will do anything for Brother…
The reply came quickly.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Remember what you said today.
Ferry Me, Not Her: When you need money, send videos like this. I like watching.
Seeing that, Zhou Xiaomeng's heart completely settled.
This wasn't just a one-time deal — it was a long-term arrangement.
A never-ending ATM.
As for dignity and the bottom line?
Could that buy Chanel bags? Could it buy envious gazes from others?
Under the massive impact of cold, hard cash, her pathetic scrap of shame had long since been thrown to the wind.
Without hesitation, she replied:
Mengmeng: Okay, Brother! Mengmeng listens to you!
[Ding! Zhou Xiaomeng Corruption Value +2, now 91!]
Meanwhile, in the guys' dorm.
Lin Feng leaned against his bed, rewatching Zhou Xiaomeng's latest video.
On the screen, that innocent-yet-slutty girl was clumsily, desperately pleasuring herself to impress him.
The muffled moans, the shame-filled yet hungry expression, the body convulsing in climax…
Every frame was like a flame, drying his mouth and stiffening his body.
Interesting.
So damn interesting.
Watching, through the screen, a girl who'd once been pure gradually shed her inhibitions under his guidance, step by step falling into depravity, becoming exactly what he wanted…
That rush of total control, of personally "raising" her — it was no less exciting than slamming a girl hard in real life.
Actually, it brought a weird, twisted satisfaction that was even better.
The thought of turning Chen Mo's clueless girlfriend into his own exclusive, shameless plaything filled Lin Feng with sweet revenge.
"Damn it… this fucked-up system is almost corrupting me!" Lin Feng muttered, licking his dry lips.
But no sooner had he said that than a crisp alert rang in his mind.
[Ding! Host's Dao Heart grows ever firmer. Reward: Mount Gift Pack (choose one)!]
Lin Feng: "???"
The hell… Dao Heart firmer?
System, did you get something wrong? I was literally just thinking about how to ruin someone else's girlfriend — and that's "Dao Heart firm"?!
Confused, but unable to refuse the reward, he saw a virtual gift pack icon floating in his consciousness.
Mount Gift Pack?
He tentatively tapped it.
Rows of sleek options instantly unfolded before his eyes:
Option 1: Porsche 911 Carrera — classic sports car benchmark, value ¥1.33 million!
Option 2: Maserati MC20 — Trident supercar, value ¥2.1 million!
Option 3: Range Rover Autobiography — luxury SUV paragon, value ¥1.42 million!
Option 4: Yangwang U8L Luxury — pinnacle of domestic tech flagship, value ¥1.598 million!
Staring at the lineup of shiny luxury cars, Lin Feng's eyes went wide.
Holy shit!
This reward… is insane!
He finally got it.
This system's idea of "Dao Heart firm" had nothing to do with traditional purity and abstinence.
It was… banging girls. Banging girls. Still banging girls.
True to the Harmony Sect style — the theme was always crystal clear!
As long as he stayed dead-set on this glorious path, the system counted it as "firm Dao Heart"!
"Hahaha! Good! You crafty system! I like it!"
Ecstatic, Lin Feng's gaze swept the choices.
Porsche 911? Classic chick magnet — nice.
Range Rover? Too mature, looks like an oily exec.
Maserati? Flashy, but maintenance's a money pit.
His eyes finally landed on the last option.
Yangwang U8L.
Not the priciest, but in terms of performance, tech appeal, and head-turning factor? Absolute trump card.
Zero-radius turns, floating on water… what guy could say no to a beast like that?
More importantly, it was a domestic masterpiece!
Driving it would boost his prestige through the roof. Same price range, unbeatable performance.
If there'd been a multi-million Bugatti Veyron in the mix, he might've hesitated.
But at this tier? No thinking needed.
"I'll take it!"
[Ding! Mount "Yangwang U8 Luxury" has been assigned to host. Registration, license plate, key, and parking info sent to your phone — check it.]
The next second, Lin Feng's phone vibrated.
An official text from "Jiangcheng Vehicle Management Office" popped up, showing his name, ID number, and full details of a brand-new gold-and-red Yangwang U8L — basically Iron Man vibes.
Then the system interface showed a warehouse tab containing registration, car key data, etc.
Even his phone gained the Yangwang app, allowing remote control. It showed the vehicle parked right now in a roadside space outside Jiangnan Normal University.