Lin Feng strolled out of the bathroom like nothing had happened, looking puzzled. "What's up? Why did the music stop?"
"No idea, it just cut out," one girl answered.
"Lin Feng, you're back! Come on, we've been waiting for you!" Xu Xuanxuan, sharp-eyed, waved with a sweet smile.
"Yeah, Lin Feng, you provided the booze — if you don't start the first toast, how can we drink?" Wang Xuejiao chimed in, voice coquettish, eyes full of anticipation.
Lin Feng smiled, strode over, and picked up the heavy decanter. "Sorry, had a call. Alright, let me pour for everyone!"
As he spoke, he started filling each girl's glass.
The amber liquid slid down the glass, clinking against the ice cubes in a crisp, pleasant sound.
A scent — fruity, boozy, and laced with something indescribably exotic — burst into the air.
Just inhaling it made the girls' mouths go dry, and their eyes gleam brighter.
"Wow, it smells amazing!"
"This scent is unreal!"
Soon, every glass was filled, including Qin Wanrou's and Xia Yubing's.
Lin Feng raised his glass. "Since we're all here today, it's fate. To Teacher Qin and all my classmates — may your youth last forever, always 16!"
"Nice!"
"So generous, Lin Feng!"
"Thanks, Teacher Qin! Thanks, Lin Feng!"
The girls cheered, clinking glasses in rapid succession.
Under Lin Feng's expectant gaze, everyone tilted their heads back and downed their drinks in one go.
No one noticed Lin Feng hadn't taken a sip himself.
After all, even tigers don't eat their own cubs.
"Wow! This is delicious!"
"Not spicy at all, it's sweet, and there's this amazing flavor I can't even describe!"
"Yeah, it feels warm going down, so comfy…"
The girls chattered in admiration, cheeks flushed attractively.
Qin Wanrou took a small sip, and her eyes lit up.
The texture was extraordinary — rich, smooth, with a long, lingering finish, nothing like the usual drinks she had.
Watching them all gulp down the "spiked" liquor, Lin Feng felt a flicker of anxiety under his anticipation.
From Jiang Xiaoya, he'd seen the addiction effect in action — she'd gotten even hotter, seemingly immune to resisting intimacy, even actively craving it.
But that wasn't a solid benchmark. After all, Jiang Xiaoya was already a notorious flirt; she'd dared to strip in person on their first flirty exchange, and to beat Zhou Xiaomeng, she'd even offered a blowjob in the library…
More importantly, this batch was diluted — one guy's worth split among 17 people.
Would it even work? Or would it be useless?
Lin Feng decided to wait and see if the drug takes effect.
To avoid suspicion and keep the drinks flowing, he hit the service bell and asked for another bottle of the same Hennessy, specifically requesting, "Bring us a new decanter too."
Soon, the second bottle arrived.
With the first round in their systems, the room's atmosphere heated up completely. Whether it was the alcohol or the faint beginnings of the addiction effect, the girls drank more enthusiastically, their courage rising, vying to toast with Lin Feng.
Just then, Wang Xuejiao, glass in hand, wobbled over.
Her cheeks were flushed, eyes hazy, voice sugary. "Lin Feng… I… I wanna toast you too…"
Before she could finish, she tripped over something, yelped, and stumbled straight toward Lin Feng, who was sitting in the corner of the sofa.
Lin Feng instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late.
Wang Xuejiao raised her glass high, afraid of spilling, and braced her other hand on the wall behind Lin Feng — classic wall-press pose.
Her upper body crashed down on him.
The next second, Lin Feng's face sank into something incredibly soft and warm — he could even feel the distinct touches of two nipples through her top!
Her scent — shower gel, perfume, and alcohol — hit his nose, nearly suffocating him.
The amazing bounce and weight told him instantly: a genuine D-cup.
And they were perky, not even wearing a bra!
Holy crap!
The nipple rubbing sensation is insane!
While Lin Feng's brain short-circuited, Wang Xuejiao's even more corrupt, even dirtier thoughts exploded in his mind like thunder!
[Ahhh! I pressed on him! My boobs are on his face! So soft… his face is so soft… Oh my god, my nipples are hard… Is he gonna bite!?]
[He didn't push me away! He didn't push me! Does he like me rubbing my nipples on him? I wanna… wanna smother him with my big boobs and fill his whole face with my milk scent!]
[Does he think I did this on purpose? I did do it on purpose, dummy! Hurry, hold me! Stick your hands under my shirt! Rub me hard! Mess my boobs up! Mold them into the shape you like!!]
Lin Feng was floored.
Is this really Wang Xuejiao?
Outwardly, she was demure, even shy — sometimes when she met his gaze, she'd blush and look away.
He'd thought she was a modest, well-behaved girl.
Well, I'll be damned — her inner world is wild! She wants me to wreck her boobs!?
He ranted internally, but between the alcohol and hormones, he was definitely aroused.
Plus, Wang Xuejiao was a C+-rank cauldron — not stunningly beautiful, but with regular, balanced features, the kind that grows on you. More importantly, her body was killer: curvy in all the right places.
Lin Feng never rejected a girl throwing herself at him.
But this was different — usually it was private, one-on-one. Now there were a dozen pairs of eyes watching.
His hands, which had been about to grab her soft waist and squeeze it, reluctantly stayed restrained, landing gently on her waist.
Yeah, a little plush, super soft, nice feel.
Lin Feng steadied her, gently lifting her off his face and helping her sit to the side, a playful smirk on his lips. "You okay? Watch your step while walking."
Wang Xuejiao's face was redder than blood. Head down, she mumbled, "S‑sorry, Lin Feng… I didn't mean to…"