"Why, Teacher? I'm working on a project for my advisor and need to drive frequently."
"Rules are rules. Only master's and PhD students can get a pass — undergrads, no exceptions!" The woman waved him off impatiently. "Scram, don't waste my time."
"But…"
Lin Feng hesitated, wondering what to do, when he noticed a blank application form right next to her hand. The red institutional seal was sitting right there on the desk, bold as day.
They were alone in the room.
"Come on, Teacher, can't you make an exception…" Lin Feng stepped closer to the desk as he spoke.
Just as she looked up to scold him again, Lin Feng silently chanted:
[Body Freeze!]
Her movement instantly froze — mouth open mid-sentence, eyes vacant like a wax statue.
Lin Feng waved a hand in front of her face. Her pupils reflected his palm, but her eyeballs didn't move. She was still breathing, though.
Works like a charm.
He walked over, snatched the application form, grabbed the seal, and with a crisp thwack, stamped it down. Folded the form neatly, stuffed it into his pocket, and put the seal back on.
Seeing he still had a few seconds left, he reached his hand inside the middle-aged woman's collar, right into her cleavage, and gave her breast a hard grab, squeezing the nipple. His other hand wasn't idle — starting at her navel, he slid two fingers down into her slightly dry pussy, stirred until it was wet enough, then pulled out and sniffed. Damn, this middle-aged woman's pussy is hella pungent — can't even bring myself to taste it. Eh, chalk it up to a loss.
After that, he triggered the skill again.
[Memory Erasure!]
The freeze lasted only 30 seconds. Worried someone might walk in, Lin Feng ended the effect with a few seconds to spare.
The woman's eyes instantly regained focus. Picking up where she'd left off, she snapped, "...Undergrads just can't! How many times do I have to say it! Get out!" Then her body jolted — instinct made her feel like someone had pinched her nipple and fingered her pussy, but with no memory, she just felt spooked, like she'd seen a ghost.
"Alright, Teacher, sorry to bother you."
Lin Feng smirked, turned, and left the office. He now had the paperwork — he could fill it out at his leisure.
When he stepped out of the admin building and back to the parking lot, his stomach dropped.
There, next to his Yangwang U8, stood a girl frozen in panic. A yellow shared bike lay on the ground, handlebars pressed against the car door. On the gold‑and‑red body, two glaring white scratches ran from front door to rear door.
Sht — the one thing I feared happens.*
Lin Feng jogged over.
The girl flinched at his footsteps, looked up — and the moment Lin Feng saw her face, half his anger vanished.
She was unusually petite, wearing an oversized white T-shirt and a light-blue pleated mini skirt, white ankle socks, and round-toed shoes — pure Japanese-style innocence.
Her face was a delicate oval, features so perfect they looked painted. Her hair was styled in two high twin tails of silky black hair, curled at the ends, framing her face—neat bangs, with a few longer strands at the sides — straight out of an anime.
If not for the "Jiangnan Normal University" school jacket, Lin Feng would've thought she was a junior high kid who'd wandered onto campus.
Her eyes were huge and bright, now clouded with panic and fear, like a startled fawn — impossible not to feel protective.
Lin Feng wasn't usually into the "pale‑thin‑young" aesthetic, but this girl made him get it instantly.
She looked like someone you wanted to cherish, spoil, and pin down for some serious exercise—the pure‑desire ceiling.
As his gaze landed on her, a data panel popped up:
Name: Gu Qingqian
Appearance: 91
Figure: A cup
Sensitivity: 50 (0 = least sensitive, 100 = most sensitive)
Cauldron Rank: S‑ (higher rank = faster cultivation)
Corruption Value: 0 (innocent, vague sense of right and wrong)
Corruption Weakness: Timid, naïve
S‑ rank? Honestly, looks-wise, she could rival Xia Yubing. Probably rated lower just because of the A cups. Give her Bs or Cs, and she'd be straight S‑rank.
But he got it — with a tiny frame like that, waist about as thick as his thigh, big boobs would be impractical. She'd practically tip forward walking.
Timid and naïve as weaknesses?
Instant plan.
This damn system's shoving me straight into a vanilla‑ecchi route, huh?
"I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to!" Gu Qingqian went pale at the sight of him, voice trembling. "I was trying to pass through, didn't see a stone, handlebar turned and I… I fell…"
She pointed at the long scratches, eyes brimming with tears. "I-I'll pay! Um… how much to fix this car?"
Lin Feng crouched and examined the scratches. Deep ones, from front to back door, primer exposed — glaring against the gold‑red paint.
He had no clue about repair costs, but a brand‑new car driven one day and already needing a 4S shop visit? Paint plus depreciation, definitely a big chunk of change.
"Erm… probably twenty to thirty grand," he threw out a number.
"Wha— that much!?"
Gu Qingqian's already pale face turned corpse‑white. Her family was okay financially, but she'd never dare tell them she'd caused such a huge mess.
"Name? College? Phone or WeChat?" Lin Feng took out his phone.
"I-I'm Gu Qingqian, a freshman dance major at Jiangcheng Music Academy, next door." Her voice was a whisper. "I came to visit my cousin today, and… I didn't see the stone and fell…"
"You're not hurt?" He looked her over.
"No!" She shook her head fast, twin tails swinging adorably.
She met his gaze with those watery eyes and suddenly felt… this guy might actually be kind.
"If you scratched my car, why didn't you run? You waited here for me." Lin Feng found it curious.
"Huh? C-can you run?"
She looked genuinely confused, like in her worldview, when you messed up, you faced the consequences — running wasn't an option.
That innocent, almost dumbstruck expression cracked Lin Feng up.
This girl's a total blank sheet, never been tainted by society.