Su Qingwen watched Tang Tang's reaction and knew the trap had worked perfectly. Inside, she was gloating, but on the surface, she kept acting.
"Sigh, the clerk told me the store owner skimped on security — the cameras are basically useless! Who'd even think someone would steal sexy lingerie? Total perv! Tangtang, right? That person's a total freak, huh?!"
"Y‑yeah… I guess…" Tang Tang's expression was awkward, eyes darting, forced to nod stiffly.
Just then, her phone buzzed — a new WeChat contact she'd added yesterday: Ferry Me But Not Her.
The stranger sent a photo that sent an instant chill down her spine, as she'd fallen into an ice cave.
In the picture, a slender hand held a black lace thong up to a stunning side profile — her own face. And the hand unmistakably belonged to her.
The angle was tricky and suggestive, making it look like she was sniffing the scandalous thong in a daze.
Then a message came:
[Ferry Me But Not Her: Didn't find your music score, but it seems I found something else. Check if it's yours?]
Tang Tang's head buzzed as if struck by lightning, blanking out completely.
She froze like her brain had crashed, staring numbly.
After a long moment, she snapped back and replied: Who are you? What do you want?!
Her hands clutched the phone, dazed. Su Qingwen nattered on beside her, but Tang Tang didn't hear a single word.
Yet the phone stayed silent — the sender disappeared after that message.
On the other side, after sending it, Lin Feng pocketed his phone.
He knew that for a girl with a negative Corruption Value like Tang Tang, fear and pressure needed time to ferment.
When she spiraled to the brink of collapse on her own, that's when he'd reel her in.
He checked the time — almost 2 p.m.
Time to meet Qin Wanrou.
He took a deep breath, pushed Tang Tang's matter to the back of his mind, and headed to the address she'd given.
It was an older neighborhood than his secondhand apartment, dim stairwell walls stained with blotches.
Following the address, he stopped at a security door on the third floor.
He adjusted his breathing, switching from a confident hunter to a slightly nervous, inexperienced college guy.
He knocked gently. Knock, knock, knock.
He knew Qin Wanrou had full-on S — strong control desires.
With a woman like that, he had to act clueless and innocent about that side of things.
The more flustered and shy he seemed, the more it'd ignite her desire to train and conquer him — easier to hook him.
Inside, faint footsteps approached. Click — the lock turned, the door opened a crack.
Qin Wanrou's face appeared. Seeing Lin Feng, her seductive peach-blossom eyes lit up, lips curving into a sultry smile.
"You're here?"
She opened the door wide, stepping fully into view.
Lin Feng's breath caught.
This Qin Wanrou was a world apart from the counselor in a tight office suit at school.
She wore only an oversized white button‑down, hem just covering her round, perky butt — giving the impression she had nothing on underneath.
Two dazzlingly pale, long legs were completely bare, sleek and toned, exuding a mature woman's unique allure.
The shirt's collar gaped open, top three buttons undone, revealing ample snowy breasts and a deep cleavage that shifted tantalizingly with her movements.
Barefoot, her smooth, jade‑white feet had ten adorable toes painted a bold red.
"Come in, it's hot out."
Qin Wanrou stepped aside, inviting him in. A wave of ambiguous scent — shower gel mixed with feminine allure — washed over him.
As he passed, his gaze slid from her sultry face, down her deep cleavage, landing on those sleek, long legs. His Adam's apple bobbed.
He forced down the heat in his gut, playing the shy, reserved guy who didn't dare look around too much, head lowered as he entered.
"Q‑Qin Teacher, hello."
A typical two‑bedroom apartment, small but tidy.
The air carried a faint milky fragrance mingled with Qin Wanrou's perfume — an incredibly enticing blend.
On the living room table sat an electric breast pump, next to an empty baby bottle.
His glance drifted to the balcony — his heart skipped a beat.
On the drying rack hung several women's intimates.
A black lace bra in an astonishingly large size — cups like two big bowls inverted, making you imagine the vast bounty they cradled. Nearby, af ew black stockings gleamed invitingly in the sunlight.
"Normally, I have a med school grad student staying with me, but she's gone home and won't be back till next week."
Qin Wanrou pretended not to notice Lin Feng's flustered state, walking barefoot toward the balcony.
She reached up, tiptoeing to pluck a semi‑transparent black lace panty from the rack.
The stretch of her shirt as she tilted back made it cling tight.
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, nearly penetrating the thin fabric.
A voluptuous silhouette was etched in shadow before Lin Feng's eyes.
So light can have shape!
As she moved, the twin shadows of her enormous bust swayed slightly, narrowing to a slender waist, the hem of the shirt hiding her rounded hips.
Light and shadow intertwined — more evocative than outright nudity!
Lin Feng's eyes locked on, body instantly stiff.
Jesus, that's tempting!
Older women really know how to play!
Then, something that left Lin Feng speechless happened.
Qin Wanrou, still facing away, bent over slightly while holding the tiny lace panties!
The motion lifted the already short shirt hem to mid‑thigh.
The perky, round butt and the pussy beneath were almost fully exposed, like they'd come into view at any second.