The moment Gu Qingqian cried out, Lin Feng clearly saw the system interface pop up a notification.
[Ding! Gu Qingqian's Corruption Value +5! Current Corruption Value: 17!]
It's working! Lin Feng smirked to himself.
"I… I…" Gu Qingqian was at a loss for words — she couldn't exactly say her chest felt weird, could she?
That was way too embarrassing!
She could only blush and weakly defend herself, "N‑nothing…!"
"If it's nothing, then hurry up and massage," Lin Feng urged impatiently. "Listen, every second you rest doesn't count toward the twenty minutes!"
"Okay!"
Gu Qingqian dared not protest, but in her mind, she cursed the big villain a hundred times.
To leave this devil's den even a second sooner, she forced herself to ignore the strange sensations in her chest and stretched out her trembling hands again.
After a while, Lin Feng frowned, clearly dissatisfied. "Hey, are you only massaging one arm? Switch to the other side."
"But… I can't reach the other arm…" Gu Qingqian said in a small voice.
"Can't you figure out a way?" Lin Feng snapped.
Gu Qingqian pouted but didn't reply.
Figure out a way?
Her head was a mess — the constant, maddening friction on her chest made it impossible to think. All she wanted was for this to end.
"Forget it, you're really hopeless." Lin Feng sighed. "Massage my back instead!"
"Oh!" Gu Qingqian nodded, still kneeling beside the sofa, and stretched her arm toward his back.
Lin Feng frowned again. "Who massages like that? Ride up here and do it!"
"Huh?! R‑ride up?"
Heat flooded Gu Qingqian's cheeks, her heart skipping a beat.
Riding on a man? That was just… too much…
But then she thought — in her current stretched-out position, the weird bra was pressing tighter against her, and the friction on her nipples was getting worse.
The tingling waves made her knees weak. Maybe if she rode up, she could adjust her posture and ease the discomfort.
Gritting her teeth, she grabbed the edge of the sofa and carefully stood up. First, she lifted one slender leg, clumsily straddling Lin Feng's body, then the other.
Finally, with her legs slightly apart, she slowly lowered herself, like riding a small horse.
The moment she sat down, her little pussy, separated from him only by thin panties, clearly felt the firm, taut muscle contours of Lin Feng's butt.
A sense of masculine power and warmth traveled from that point of contact into her pussy's folds, freezing her in place.
Looking at his broad, well-defined back so close, Gu Qingqian's heart pounded uncontrollably.
It was the first time she'd felt a man's strength so intimately — and with the most private, sensitive part of her body, no less. That raw sense of power traveled from her pussy to her brain, giving her an inexplicable pressure, yet deep down stirred a girl's instinctive admiration for strength.
"Sss… so hot!" Lin Feng suddenly inhaled, humming in comfort.
He could clearly feel the girl's soft body sitting on him, the warmth and softness of her pussy seeping through his pants — an ultimate pleasure.
"W‑where's it hot?" Gu Qingqian, startled, asked instinctively.
"My butt's a bit hot!" Lin Feng's voice carried a teasing smile. "But… it feels good!"
"Ah!?"
Gu Qingqian's face turned scarlet, as if blood might drip from it.
His butt?
The spot pressed against his butt was exactly between her thighs!
Because of the constant nipple stimulation, that area was already… already a little damp…
And now she was pressed against a man she'd known for just one day, her pussy completely open, with nothing left to the imagination!
The realization filled her with mortification.
[Ding! Gu Qingqian's Corruption Value +2! Current Corruption Value: 19!]
"Alright, stop spacing out, keep going." Lin Feng's voice pulled her back to reality. "You've done the back, now put some strength into it!"
"O‑okay!"
Flustered, Gu Qingqian began massaging his back.
Since Lin Feng was tall and muscular, and she was petite, she had to spread her legs wide to keep balance while straddling him.
To reach his shoulders, she also had to lean forward.
The pose made her look like she was riding a big motorcycle with her little butt sticking out — embarrassing and bizarre.
Worse, as she massaged, her body inevitably rocked back and forth.
The sandpaper kept rubbing her nipples, waves of electricity sweeping through her.
And below, her young pussy folds and clit, moving against his firm muscles, created a gentle grinding sensation.
It made Gu Qingqian feel like she was… rubbing her pee-hole against Lin Feng on purpose!
As the nipple stimulation grew stronger, she trembled more violently, her breathing hot and rapid.
Gradually, she horrifiedly realized her pussy was indeed moving on its own… actively… grinding against him!
This completely instinctive reaction shocked and panicked her — she'd never experienced anything like it.
Her body… wasn't listening to her!?
She wanted to stop, but the tidal wave of pleasure spreading from her chest made resistance impossible.
Feeling the stimulation intensify, she shook like a sieve, her consciousness starting to blur.
Finally, with the last of her strength, she froze, gasping for air.
Only after the pleasure tsunami soaked her panties and gradually faded did she realize — she had, unbelievably, wet herself on a man.
"Why'd you stop again?" Lin Feng's lazy voice came, deliberately asking.
"Um… I… I'm a bit tired, need a break…" Gu Qingqian's arms trembled as she supported herself on his back, her voice thin and tearful.
"Break time doesn't count toward the twenty minutes. No slacking."
As he spoke, Lin Feng lifted his phone — a stopwatch app clearly displayed. "I'm timing you. Look, so far you've only massaged for 5 minutes and 12 seconds!"
"What!?" Gu Qingqian panicked, pushing up to protest. "I've been at it for ages! At least ten minutes!"
The moment she said that, her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, and she covered her mouth.
She suddenly realized… why the timer only showed five minutes!
That big villain!
He must have started the timer only when she applied pressure — and paused it during the gaps between presses!
That way, even though she'd been massaging for ten minutes, all the non‑pressing moments were counted as "no massage," cutting her time in half!
He's a straight-up heartless capitalist!