And that was exactly the effect Qin Wanrou wanted.
She looked at his pitiful, frazzled state, gave a satisfied chuckle, climbed off him, and stood above him, saying, "No rush. Fix the pipe first, and Big Sis… has an even better reward for you."
Lin Feng gritted his teeth, enduring the maddening, half‑built tension in his body, and immediately got the pipe fixed.
Sewage splashed over him, staining his hands and upper body with foul‑smelling gunk.
"Go take a shower — you're filthy," Qin Wanrou said, pointing toward the bathroom, eyes glinting with expectation and scrutiny.
Lin Feng practically bolted into the bathroom.
He stripped off his dirty T‑shirt and shorts, along with the underwear that had been mauled beyond recognition, tossing them into the laundry basket by the door.
The bathroom door was frosted glass; once the splash splash of the shower started, a tall, muscular young figure flickered behind it.
Broad shoulders, solid back muscles, smooth waistline — every contour radiated explosive power.
Qin Wanrou's gaze was instantly drawn, her throat bobbing.
Then her eyes landed on the basket — on Lin Feng's underwear.
Almost as if possessed, she walked over, bent down, and picked it up.
She brought it to her nose and took a deep, intoxicated sniff…
Mmm—!
That mix of sweat, shower gel, and his unique, youthful male musk hit her like the strongest aphrodisiac, instantly weakening her knees.
She closed her eyes, pressed the underwear between her legs against her pussy, rubbing her tender lips through the shirt, her mind flooded with indecent fantasies — her pussy growing even soggier.
Before long, the water shut off.
Lin Feng stepped out of the shower, only to find his clothes gone.
Qin Wanrou was leaning casually against the bathroom doorway, watching him with an air of amusement.
Still in that oversized men's shirt, but her lower half had changed — she now wore black garter‑style stockings on her long, fair legs!
Black lace garters extended from her upper thighs, disappearing under the shirt's hem into that mysterious shadow.
Naked, Lin Feng felt acutely uncomfortable under her blatantly aggressive stare and instinctively covered himself.
"Hehehe…" Qin Wanrou was tickled by his innocent act, her voice lazy and seductive. "What're you hiding from Big Sis? We've already touched."
She tossed him a clean towel.
Lin Feng caught it, fumbling to wrap it around his waist.
"W‑where are my clothes?"
"They were dirty, so I tossed them in the wash. Should be dry by nightfall." Qin Wanrou said it as if it were obvious. "Come on, have another drink with Big Sis."
Lin Feng knew — the hunt had begun.
He nodded obediently.
They sat facing each other on the sofa, and Qin Wanrou popped another beer, clinking cans with him.
Soon, Lin Feng finished the second can.
He knew he shouldn't drink more — it'd hurt his "performance."
So he deliberately acted wasted, swaying, his gaze turning glassy.
"Your tolerance is that bad? Two cans and you're done?" Qin Wanrou glanced at him, a hint of triumph in her eyes.
"I… I just can't drink much…" Lin Feng waved a hand, his words slurring.
Clearly, he was properly drunk.
Qin Wanrou smirked inside, casually slipped out a black‑stocking‑clad foot, and gently brushed it against his calf.
Then the foot slid up his calf, ventured to his inner thigh, and used her toes to tease his sensitive cock.
Lin Feng barely reacted, just sat stiff, as if too drunk to feel anything.
"Didn't you say last time you liked Big Sis's feet?" Her voice oozed temptation.
"Thanks for fixing the pipe — Big Sis… is gonna reward you!"
The moment she said that, her feet deftly hooked up —
The towel around Lin Feng's waist was instantly flipped open, sliding onto the sofa!
His cock, suppressed moments ago but now reignited by alcohol and stimulation, stood fully exposed.
Qin Wanrou's breath hitched.
She'd touched it before, but this was the first time she saw it clearly.
Her seductive peach‑blossom eyes widened, pupils filled with disbelief.
The next second, as if magnetized, she crossed her feet, using the silky soles of her black‑stockinged feet to gently grip his cock, then slowly slid them up and down.
The stockings' touch was cool and slick.
The moment those gorgeous feet clamped around him, Lin Feng's body jolted like a high‑voltage shock.
Peering down through bleary eyes, he saw those delicate, stocking‑clad feet cradling his cock, sliding with a teasing rhythm —
They weren't even as long as his shaft, like two small buns hugging a super hot dog.
"Mmn…"
Qin Wanrou let out a satisfied sigh.
She could feel the cock pulsing fiercely between her feet, brimming with vitality.
The sensation was even more astounding than she'd imagined — hard, scorching, firing straight into her soles.
Using her most prized asset to make this handsome boy tremble gave her an unprecedented, twisted sense of satisfaction and control.
"Little bro, do you like my feet…?" she purred, grinding the soles along his shaft.
Her footwork was exquisite — sometimes cradling the head, sometimes teasing the ridge with her toes, even lightly pinching the sensitive slit with her heels.
Each change in motion made Lin Feng shiver.
"Y‑yeah… good…" he forced the words out, voice hoarse.
Honestly, Qin Wanrou was too skilled.
She seemed to pour two years of pent‑up desire into every move, releasing a potent mix of coquetry, heat, and unsatisfied longing.
"If you think they're good, let them get closer to you…"
Qin Wanrou smiled, but her foot speed suddenly surged!
The friction of stockings against skin made a soft hiss — clear in the quiet living room.
As her pace quickened, she grew aroused; to move more freely, she unconsciously parted her legs.
That shifted the oversized shirt's hem, revealing the black garters stretched tight against her smooth, fair skin, leaving shallow, enticing marks.
At the garters' end was a matching black lace thong.