Then he gave it a firm shake.
"Uhnnn…"
A muffled moan escaped Jiang Xiaoya's throat, and her whole body went limp.
It hurt a little, but even more, it sent an indescribable wave of pleasure shooting through her!
Especially when his fingers dug in, spreading those soft petals apart — the tug dragged against her clit, sparking an electric tingle that shot from where he held her straight into her pussy, then zipped up through her womb to the top of her head.
A faint glisten seeped from her pink little hole; her legs nearly gave out, and she had to lean on Lin Feng, letting him control her completely.
Lin Feng leaned close to her ear, his warm breath hitting her earlobe, voice icy and commanding: "Know your place. Don't cross the line."
Far from scaring her, that cold warning made her even more obsessed.
All the men she'd been with before acted like sycophantic lapdogs, fawning over her with obsequious faces that made her sick.
But Lin Feng?
The colder and more domineering he was, the more excited and submissive she felt.
That's a real man! A man who can truly conquer me!
He let go, took out his phone, and directly transferred 1,000 yuan.
Ding!
The phone's notification rang.
Before, whenever Jiang Xiaoya saw money, any bad mood would vanish instantly.
But now, seeing the "1,000 yuan received" alert, while she was happy, the joy wasn't about the cash itself.
It was because Lin Feng gave it to her.
Proof that she still had a place in Big Brother's heart.
"Alright, go back."
Lin Feng took the paper bag with the maid outfit, turned without another glance, and left — no hesitation, no looking back.
Jiang Xiaoya stood there, staring at his retreating form until he disappeared into the stairwell shadows, then turned away, satisfied.
She strutted off in her heels, skipping slightly; the spot he'd pinched still tingled with that bold, scorching touch, putting her in an ecstatic mood like a bird.
But along the way, she kept replaying Lin Feng's words:
Know your place. Don't cross the line…
What was her place?
Wasn't it to be one of Big Brother's many cherished girls, offering herself whenever he needed?
But then she thought — no, that's wrong!
If she just waited passively, how was she different from those ordinary girls?
When Big Brother wanted comfort last night, he asked for her video, not someone else's.
Today, he specifically called her to deliver clothes — what did that mean?
It meant she was special to him!
She stopped in front of a clothing store window, studying her reflection in the glass.
Hot, sexy figure, pretty and sultry face, radiating youthful energy.
A few guys passed by, laughing, but the moment they saw Jiang Xiaoya, they went silent, staring dumbfounded until their necks nearly broke, then left reluctantly.
Even far down the street, they kept glancing back.
Jiang Xiaoya wasn't particularly proud — she knew her looks and body were a "dimension drop" for ordinary guys, enough to floor them.
But Big Brother was different.
He was the real-life über-rich CEO type — loaded, handsome, and domineering!
Most importantly… twenty-five!
The perfect male god in every woman's fantasy!
A man like Big Brother would naturally have top-tier beauties around him.
If she wanted to lock his attention, her current assets weren't nearly enough!
She had to make him feel better — so good he couldn't leave her!
How?
Suddenly, her eyes lit up — a bold word popped into her mind:
N.T.R.
She instantly recalled that day in the library!
When that loser Zhao Xiaodong showed up, she'd felt Big Brother's excitement, the way he nearly sprang to his feet — she'd sensed it clearly!
That thrill was on another level compared to ordinary sex!
She realized — no wonder Big Brother had set his sights on her roommate Zhou Xiaomeng!
But from the looks of it, he hadn't succeeded yet.
A brilliant plan formed in her mind.
If… if she could help Big Brother successfully take Zhou Xiaomeng, let him play with Chen Mo's girlfriend right in front of him…
Big Brother would be so happy, right!?
And then he'd definitely reward her — double!
At that thought, Jiang Xiaoya's lips curled into a confident, victorious smile.
Lin Feng returned to the room with the paper bag, but found the kitchen and bathroom empty.
He frowned, about to call out, then turned and saw the "hardworking little maid" sprawled across his bed in a starfish pose, eyes closed in utter comfort.
Sunlight filtered through the window, softly bathing her.
The oversized white T-shirt accentuated her slender frame; her long legs stretched out defenselessly, white ankle socks hugging her dainty feet, the curve of her ankles charming.
Lying flat, her already modest chest looked even flatter, though the bra still hinted at two cute, small mounds under the shirt.
She looked like a little milk-fed kitten, thoroughly relaxed and basking in warmth, completely defenseless to the world.
And at that moment, Lin Feng's virtual panel showed Gu Qingqian's Corruption Value quietly rising from 5 to 10.
"Ah… so comfy…"
Gu Qingqian felt wrapped in a warm cloud, melting in bliss.
Suddenly, Lin Feng's smirking face popped into her mind.
In her hazy daydream, the big villain seemed to descend from the sky, clasping her fingers, then… pressing her down, driving that "bad thing" against the place where she peed…
"Damn it! Why… why is the fantasy about that big villain!?"
Gu Qingqian's eyes snapped open, her face tinged red, heart skipping a beat.
"Ahem!"
A deliberately stern cough sounded in the room.
Gu Qingqian jolted up from the bed, scrambling into a proper sitting position. When she saw Lin Feng at the door, arms crossed, wearing a "kindly" smile, her face instantly paled.
"I… I I…" She was so nervous she couldn't speak.
"I told you to clean, but instead you laze around on my bed?"
Lin Feng stepped closer, looking down at her. "When you came in, I said if the cleaning wasn't up to standard, what would happen? Spanking, right!"