"Brother… c-can I see it?"
Jiang Xiaoya looked up, her voice trembling with a mix of pleading and longing, eyes brimming with desire.
Lin Feng watched her wide‑eyed, inexperienced reaction and couldn't help but curl his lips into a smirk. With an air of arrogance, he gave a slight nod.
Permission granted — Jiang Xiaoya froze for a second, then pulled her hands back as if she'd just received a royal decree. Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the outside of his shorts, finally locating the zipper after a few clumsy tries.
She messed with it, tugged, and after more awkward fiddling, finally freed his cock into the open.
"First time?" Lin Feng asked, amused by her clumsy movements.
"Mm…" Jiang Xiaoya's face flushed crimson as she nodded softly.
She tilted her head up, staring at him curiously, her delicate face almost pressing against him as if innocently comparing sizes.
From her chin to the top of her head, she was actually taller than his erection!
Sunlight filtered through the library windows, casting a patch of shadow from behind Lin Feng right onto Jiang Xiaoya's fair, tender face. The full silhouette was projected there, creating a visually stunning and powerfully dominating image.
"Now that's a great shot."
Lin Feng struck a veteran pose, casually pulling out his phone and aiming it under the table at the massive shadow of himself cast across Jiang Xiaoya's face.
Click — he captured the perfect composition.
"Ah! Brother, how could you!" Jiang Xiaoya jumped at the flash, pouting in mock complaint. "If this photo gets out, how will I ever get married!?"
Even as she said that, her thighs rubbed together lightly against her pussy, as if awakening some deep, corruptive impulse inside her.
She slowly lowered her head, tracing back to the source, and extended her warm, rosy tongue, giving the glans a gentle lick.
At the same time, her boneless little hands wrapped around him again, clumsily but quickly jacking him off like loading a shotgun.
Lin Feng kept the phone raised, recording everything.
In the frame, Jiang Xiaoya's delicate face was flushed almost to the point of bleeding, yet her eyes sparkled with an almost manic excitement and eagerness to please.
She took a deep breath, parted her glossy lips, and carefully, slowly, took him into her mouth.
Throughout, she rolled her eyes upward in a submissive gaze toward Lin Feng and the camera lens, her expression both innocent and depraved — a fatal kind of temptation.
What a little slut.
Lin Feng cursed inwardly, one hand steadily filming, the other gripping the table edge, knuckles bone‑white from the strain.
That tongue was impossibly soft, scorching hot, and agile.
His cock felt like it had entered a top‑of‑the‑line automatic precision cleaning device — the sucking sensation made his scalp tingle, leaving no crevice or corner untouched.
Amazing.
Fucking amazing.
The feeling was indescribable.
After filming for a bit, Lin Feng felt he was about to lose control, so he quickly stopped the video.
He braced his hands on the table, gulping air, trying to calm the pleasure surging to the crown of his head.
And then —
Knock knock knock…
Clear footsteps echoed at the entrance of the newspaper section.
Someone rattled the lock — clang — metal against metal.
Then the door swung open, and footsteps walked in.
What the—!? Someone's here!!
Lin Feng's entire body tensed in an instant.
Sht! If someone finds out that, one week into college, I've got a classmate under the table blowing me in the library…
I'll not only get expelled, but I'll also probably make the news headlines!
Cold sweat broke out on his back; his whole body locked up in panic.
Under the table, Jiang Xiaoya couldn't hear the noise — the thick cloth blocked it.
She only felt Lin Feng's body suddenly tense, and assumed it was because her technique was that good, making him enjoy it too much. A huge sense of accomplishment surged in her.
Instead of stopping, she doubled down, even twisting her head more boldly, her skills growing wilder — soft sucking, licking, nibbling, like a kid slurping an ice pop, squelch squelch.
Admittedly, her learning ability was impressive — from nervous and clumsy to fully in the zone in just a few minutes. Her hand and mouth movements sped up, and soon his cock was covered in her sexy lip marks.
But…
Now is not the time to show off your learning ability!! Lin Feng screamed internally, clutching the hardcover volumes in front of him, fingers trembling so hard he nearly tore the pages.
"Anyone there? Hello?" A guy's voice echoed through the empty section.
"No one?" The guy muttered, footsteps wandering among the shelves.
"Maybe the door wasn't locked properly!"
Footsteps slowly headed toward the entrance.
Shit!! Lin Feng's heart lurched.
Crap! If this guy locks the main door, we'll be trapped in here with no escape!
"Um… excuse me?" Lin Feng couldn't take it anymore, forcing out the words despite the waves of pleasure.
"Someone!?" Hearing him, the guy paused, then walked quickly toward the corner.
As the footsteps neared, Lin Feng's heart shot straight into his throat.
He stared intently at the aisle between the shelves, while his calf gently brushed Jiang Xiaoya's thigh under the table, trying to signal her to stop.
But Jiang Xiaoya completely misunderstood!
She thought this was Lin Feng expressing excitement, so she redoubled her efforts — even letting out a few muffled, satisfied moans. Her delicate hands gripped his thick cock tightly, licking and sucking like she was eating a snack.
All she could think was: Give Ferry Bro infinite pleasure, make him comfortable, make him happy.
Shit! Stop making noise!! You're gonna kill me!!
Lin Feng broke into a sweat, wishing he could kick that little minx out.
He pressed his elbow hard against his thigh to try to restrain her motions, while forcing himself to appear calm and looking ahead.
Soon, a tall, skinny guy in black‑rimmed glasses emerged from behind the shelves.
Seeing Lin Feng in the corner, he blinked, then gave a friendly smile.
"Hey, I didn't know anyone was here."
The guy pushed his glasses up, looking a bit sheepish. "I thought it was empty and was gonna lock the door."
"I… I'm researching some material here." Lin Feng's voice was dry as sandpaper; his facial muscles felt frozen.
"Oh, I see." The guy nodded, glancing at Lin Feng, then curiously at the thick volume in front of him.
Right then, under the table, Jiang Xiaoya, apparently unsatisfied with just her mouth, added a hand — now working with both hands and mouth, up and down in tandem.
Sss——!
Lin Feng sucked in a sharp breath, his body involuntarily bucking forward, hands clawing the table edge, veins bulging on the back of his hand.