Lin Feng wandered down to the basement level of the mall, grabbed a steaming bowl of beef offal noodles from some random stall, and slowly made his way back to the dorm.
He'd barely lain down when his phone buzzed twice — a WeChat from Su Qingwen.
[I'm back in the dorm, little junior!]
Didn't expect her to finish eating so fast — probably 'cause she'd already gotten "full" at Lin Feng's place, so she barely touched her meal.
Truth was, after swallowing that earlier, Su Qingwen's head had been spinning with thoughts of Lin Feng, so she'd made up an excuse to head back quickly.
Right after, a photo popped up.
In the pic, Su Qingwen had changed into a pink pajama set, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, sitting on her dorm bed, giving a peace sign with a sweet, gentle smile.
But the background was way more eye‑catching.
Behind her was the whole dorm scene: one roommate lay on her bed with a black face mask, scrolling on her phone; another sat cross‑legged in a chair, headphones on, glued to her computer screen — probably gaming.
And the kicker — on the far right of the photo, a girl was facing away from the camera, mid‑clothes change!
Her T‑shirt was halfway off, revealing her entire smooth, fair back. From the side angle, you could see half of her round, snowy breasts, including a cute, perky pink nipple that had sneakily made it into the shot. Her slim waist had not an ounce of fat, leading down to a pert, round butt hugged by pink cartoon panties, shaping a flawless curve.
Her legs were long and straight, proportions perfect.
Just from that back view, you knew she was a total beauty in the making.
Lin Feng's jaw nearly hit the floor. He quickly replied: [Holy crap! You don't even look before taking pics? You caught your roommate's boobs in the shot!]
Su Qingwen replied instantly. She was lying in bed, fingers flying: [So what? She doesn't even have a boyfriend. Early childhood education majors hardly ever get boyfriends. So? She's got a great body, right? Wanna me intro you? Hehe.]
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow: [Intro me? You feeling generous? Not afraid I'll chase her and ditch you?]
Su Qingwen saw that and grinned, a sly curve on her lips: [A rich guy who likes playing with women like you would never complain about having more girls. I just wanna try… what it's like to serve you together with my bestie!]
The moment those words hit, Lin Feng's mind exploded into imagery!
Su Qingwen and that gorgeous roommate, side by side on a soft, big bed, backs to him, both sticking up those perky butts, showing off their pink little holes like they were waiting for their master.
Four long, smooth legs in the air, four cute little feet playfully pointing up, toes curled, like they were waiting to be explored and ravished…
Sss—!
Lin Feng took a deep breath and replied: [Damn, you really know how to play!]
Then it hit him — could this be because I upgraded her skill to C rank?
If he pushed her to B, A, or even S rank later, would she unlock even wilder, more twisted moves?
Did that mean he could freely tweak a girl's "experience level"?
Want innocent, shy feelings? Drop her to F — no matter how often he played, she'd stay that timid little virgin.
Want top‑tier service? Max her out — in one second, turn a pure maiden into a juice‑squeezing queen?
The thought made Lin Feng hot and restless.
[Oh! Got something to tell you!] He suddenly remembered Zhang Bin and typed.
[Hmm? What?] Su Qingwen replied fast.
Lin Feng: [I've been thinking — you should stop contacting Zhang Bin from now on!]
Su Qingwen: [??? Why? Don't you like playing with other people's goddesses anymore? Wait, you… You into him now!? [teasing]]
Lin Feng: [Seriously. I do like conquering other guys' goddesses, but the thrill's in taking someone who was out of reach. You finding a simp for me to play with feels… weird.]
Silence for a bit, then: [You're serious?]
Lin Feng: [Yeah. Just be my little pet from now on.]
Su Qingwen: [Fine, I'll listen. But… you gotta compensate me! [evil grin]]
Lin Feng smiled, opened the transfer, and sent 5,000 yuan.
[Ding!]
Su Qingwen: [??? That's not what I meant!]
Next second: [Su Qingwen has received the funds.]
Lin Feng: [If that's not what you meant, why'd you take it?]
Su Qingwen: [It's from you — can't refuse free money! Hmph! I meant I want you to agree to date my roommate, win her over. Deal?]
Lin Feng facepalmed: [Wow. So either I NTR you, or you NTR me? You want me to chase your roommate, then you swoop in and steal me back, huh?]
Su Qingwen: [Heehee, doesn't that sound exciting?]
Lin Feng: [We'll see. Her backside's decent, but if her face isn't my type, I'm not settling.]
Su Qingwen: [Relax, recommending an ugly one would be embarrassing for me too! Hehe!]
Lin Feng gave in: [Alright, you arrange it!]
He'd just closed the chat and opened a game to kill some time when a blood‑curdling scream ripped through the hallway.
"Ahhh — why!? Why!?"
"Holy crap, zombie apocalypse!?" Zhu Dawei, who'd been watching a movie with headphones on, yanked them off, face terrified.
"That voice… sounds like Zhang Bin from Comp Sci Class Two!" Wang Hao looked up from his game, stunned.
The two locked eyes, burning with gossip flames. Without a word, they slipped on slippers and rushed out into the hall.
Lin Feng knew exactly what had happened.
Su Qingwen — efficient as ever.
If he went out now, he'd just pour fuel on the fire, so he stayed in bed, calmly gaming.
In a way, he was doing Zhang Bin a favor — better a short, sharp shock than a long, drawn‑out agony.
Still, the Addiction effect was clearly working.
Before, asking Su Qingwen to drop her vanity would've met resistance — she cared way too much about face.
But now, after just two "rounds," she'd obediently listened.
If he kept going, maybe those proud girls would turn into drooling, eager personal Cauldrons, completely his to use.