Huh?
Lin Feng blinked.
Jiang Xiaoya was always a bit of a flirt, but this reply? Way more shameless than usual — straight-up, no‑holds‑barred horniness.
Then it clicked.
Definitely the "reward" she ate at noon!
The addiction effect was already kicking in.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Change clothes, dress sexy. I need to take care of something — you know what to do.
Lin Feng didn't waste time, got straight to the point.
It's Xiaoya: Aww, Ferry Bro, where are you? I'm coming to find you right now!
The moment she saw Lin Feng was about to "bestow favor" on her, Jiang Xiaoya practically leapt up in bed. In her skimpy nightgown, her legs rubbed together over her pussy, heat flooding her body.
Before, her first thought would've been:
How much will Ferry Bro pay this time?
Will I outdo that slut Zhou Xiaomeng this round?
But today was different.
All she could think was: Get to Lin Feng now, give myself to him completely — then he can do whatever he wants.
Money didn't matter anymore!
Ferry Me, Not Her: Don't come here. I want to see how slutty you can be — right now. Keep yapping, and we're done.
The second she read that, Jiang Xiaoya's heart missed a beat.
Done? No — absolutely not!
Just imagining never seeing this man again, never tasting that extreme pleasure, made her feel like her body and soul were being drained.
Panicked, she shot back:
It's Xiaoya: Got it, Brother! Xiaoya understands! Preparing right now, almost done! Please don't be mad!
Quickly, she sent a video call request.
Lin Feng accepted — screen lit up.
Jiang Xiaoya was clearly dressed to impress.
She wore a pure white nurse uniform, but the top button was undone, the collar pulled aside to fully expose her left breast — round, plump, snowy smooth, with a tiny pink nipple clearly visible.
Kneeling on the bed, she stuck out her pink tongue, licking her dry lips, her watery peach blossom eyes rolled back in a dazed, unfocused gaze.
Her body swayed rhythmically — she must've studied a lot of material to pull off that kind of imaginary performance.
Then, under the stimulation of masturbating on video, her pussy gushed milky white streams like a breached dam. A muffled, enticing moan came through the speaker, thick with nasal tones and a faint electrical buzz — like a kitten begging, or a dying swan's sigh.
"Ferry Bro… uhnnh… Xiaoya… I'm gonna die… gonna be ruined by Brother…"
Her voice broke, each word seeming wrung from deep in her throat, full of unbearable pleasure and pleading.
Honestly, even Su Qingwen that night, when she'd nearly been "ruined" by Lin Feng, had just whimpered — she'd never said anything like this.
Holy crap!
The moment Lin Feng saw the screen, heat rushed to his head.
This woman just gets it!
A born succubus!
The system's A‑ rank cauldron rating seriously undersold her — with this level of sluttiness, she deserved at least S‑rank.
On screen, she was pure eye candy, ripe for the taking. One soft white hand fondled her snowy breasts, the other between her thighs, two nimble fingers deep in her red, juicy pussy, thrusting fast, drawing out creamy flows.
The pleasure lighting her up made her sexy, flushed lips moan louder. Listening to those bone‑melting sounds, Lin Feng was quickly turned on.
He leaned against the cold wall, breathing heavy, one hand on his phone, the other furiously jerking his cock.
A moment later —
His body jerked, all strength gone.
He let out a long sigh.
Then he started pondering: If human desire is just hormones, where does that leave our future? What's the meaning of life!?
He looked down at his load.
Time to get back to the mission — 17 girls waiting.
Lin Feng cracked the bathroom door and peeked out.
The liquor was ready — a gorgeous crystal decanter sat in the center of the coffee table, amber liquid sparkling under the colorful lights. But since Lin Feng was the "sponsor" and wasn't there yet, out of politeness, none of the girls had touched it.
They chatted in small groups, occasionally glancing toward the bathroom — clearly waiting for him.
Perfect.
Now!
Lin Feng took a deep breath, mentally chanting: Body Freeze!
He'd used it on the admin office lady earlier — worked great.
But now he had to freeze all 17 girls in the room at once. He felt a flicker of doubt — so many people, would the spell cover everyone?
The next instant —
Magic happened.
The swirling lights kept spinning, the deafening music kept playing, but everyone in the room froze like they'd been paused.
Someone mid‑glass‑raise, someone mid‑sentence with mouth open, someone fixing their hair — all statues, completely still.
It worked!
Lin Feng's heart raced. He tiptoed to the decanter, poured all of his semen into it without hesitation, then shook hard to mix it with the cognac.
Luckily, the lighting was already dim and dreamy — even with the "extra ingredient," there was no visual difference.
The liquid stayed that enticing amber, still giving off a faint boozy aroma.
Next, he dashed to the karaoke console, hit pause — the roaring music stopped.
After that, he returned to the bathroom doorway, erased everyone's memory of the last few seconds, then released the freeze.
As his thought moved, time seemed to flow again.
"Huh? Why did the music stop?"
"Who skipped the song?"
"Where were we? Oh right, I was saying last time I went shopping…"
All the girls sprang back into motion at once, but their faces bore a blank confusion, like they'd blacked out for a split second.
No one remembered being frozen, no one noticed Lin Feng had slipped out of the bathroom.
Their memories picked up exactly where the music had stopped — seamless.