On the drive back, the car was dead silent.
Lin Feng kept his eyes on the road, but stole a glance at the data panel above Su Qingwen's head.
He noticed the little "cauldron" icon she carried had lost the tiny bit of energy it had built up — all spent during their beach session.
His Yin-Yang Pleasure Skill experience bar now reads: Level 2, 10/200.
Must be that passive "Addiction" effect kicking in, Lin Feng smirked to himself.
Back in the car, when she was forced to ride him, he'd watched her Corruption Value creep up with every shameful grind — started at 70, ticked up one point per move, and finally stopped at 95.
And that value hadn't dropped a single bit on the drive back.
He glanced at Su Qingwen.
She had her head turned toward the window, pretending to watch the scenery blur past, but her tightly clenched fists betrayed the fierce battle inside.
Lin Feng knew — for a woman like her, all high‑and‑mighty, obsessed with face, actually lowering herself to beg him to add her back on WeChat was worse than death.
This is fun.
A slight smirk tugged at his lips — he loved watching her want to speak but hold back, tangled up in her own head.
He just acted like he saw nothing and focused on driving.
Soon, the Yangwang U8 glided smoothly to a stop near Jiangnan University.
Lin Feng pulled over.
"Alright, we're here. Get out." His tone was flat, like a driver finishing a job.
Su Qingwen froze.
She silently undid her seatbelt, but her hand lingered on the buckle, like she was clinging to a last chance.
Hesitating, lips moving but words stuck, she looked like she was about to say something, then didn't.
"Get out already! I've got things to do." Seeing her dawdle, Lin Feng urged, throwing in a dash of impatience.
"Fine! Why are you yelling!?"
That snap made her eyes redden — her pride stung.
The tiny bit of courage she'd scraped together vanished.
She just couldn't bring herself to do it.
Su Qingwen yanked the door open in a huff and got out.
Thud — she slammed it shut, then stood there, as if waiting for Lin Feng to say something.
But the windows were up, no reaction inside.
She walked a few steps, each one like stepping on cotton, and couldn't help glancing back.
The gold‑and‑red luxury car stayed still. Finally, she gave up, bit her lip, cupped her belly where it was still full of his cum, clenched her pussy lips like she'd made some decision, and marched into campus.
Inside the car, Lin Feng hadn't spared her a glance.
Hell, her uterus is packed with my cum — addiction's inevitable.
With women who act high‑and‑mighty but still put out, you never give them a nice face, or they'll mistake you for a simp.
This car is awesome.
Lin Feng ran his hand over the buttery leather seat, gave the heavy steering wheel a light turn, loving the feel.
Top‑tier ride, no doubt — driving it was pure pleasure.
Still, you couldn't just park it anywhere on the street. Cars zipped by constantly — if some blind driver dinged it, he'd be gutted.
Thinking of that, Lin Feng got out, wandered into a nearby tobacco shop, and came out with a black plastic bag.
He tossed four fresh packs of Zhonghua cigarettes onto the back seat, left one on the passenger seat, then drove to the university gate.
The entry board flashed red: VISITOR VEHICLE — barrier stayed down.
Two security guards chatting by the booth spotted the situation and straightened up, walking over.
They didn't recognize the Yangwang emblem, but the car's size and that solid gold badge screamed ultra‑luxury.
Probably a top professor's new ride, or a corporate boss here for uni business — so they kept it polite.
"Hello, what's your business here? Visitor vehicles aren't allowed inside, please understand," said the taller guard, knocking on the window.
Lin Feng lowered the window, flashed a young, handsome face, and politely handed over his student ID.
"Hi, I'm a student here, this is my ID. I need to apply for an access pass — my advisor's got me running frequent errands, so I'll be driving in and out a lot. Mind making an exception?"
The guard took the ID, confirmed it was legit, but followed procedure. "Who's your advisor?"
"Teacher Qin!" Lin Feng named his counselor, Qin Wanrou, who knew that carried little weight, so he casually offered the Zhonghua from the passenger seat.
The moment they saw the familiar pack, both guards' eyes lit up.
In security circles, that stuff was solid currency.
The tall guard reacted fast, took the cigarettes, shielded them with his jacket, and his expression turned serious.
"Ahem! We'll let you in this time — no repeats! You need to get the Student Affairs Office to approve and stamp it, got it!?"
"Will do! Thanks, man! Really appreciate it!" Lin Feng nodded and bowed, playing it smooth.
Whether he could actually get the pass or not, at least he now knew where to go. Once you found the right person, the rest was easier.
The tall guard gave a satisfied nod, waved at the booth, and the barrier slowly rose.
Lin Feng drove the gold‑and‑red Yangwang U8 onto campus under the stunned gazes of students everywhere.
Instantly, buzz and chatter exploded.
"Holy crap! Yangwang U8? For real? How'd that get in here?"
"That's gotta be two million, right? Which rich second‑gen is this awesome?"
"Look, look — seems like a hot guy at the wheel! One of ours?"
"Nah, no way our school's got a baller like that — drives a two‑million‑dollar car to class?"
"F**k, people make me sick — I'm stressing over next month's living expenses, and he's rolling in a Yangwang."
"That car's badass, way cooler than those sports cars! Wonder if the owner's got a girlfriend…"
"Girls, charge! Score that, and graduation means a mansion!"
Lin Feng drove straight to the admin building where Student Affairs was housed.
Found an empty spot, parked, and went inside.
Only one woman in the office — glasses, kinda sharp‑looking, middle‑aged — was hunched over her computer, giving him the bare minimum of attention.
"Hello, I'd like to apply for a vehicle access pass," Lin Feng said politely.
The woman glanced at him, then went back to her screen, tone stiff.
"Undergrad, huh? Can't do."