"I‑I'm sorry, Teacher Qin! I… I just couldn't hold back!"
Lin Feng instantly switched gears, his face morphing into an expression of anxiety, innocence, and a touch of fear — the perfect picture of a guilty, panicked young guy who'd just messed up.
Seeing him like that, the tension in Qin Wanrou's nerves eased a little.
Okay, so this little guy really had been pushed past his limit by her teasing and lost control.
Good — at least everything was still under her control.
The memory of his terrifying brute strength and that earth‑shattering eruption of vitality sent an even stronger, uncontrollable wave of anticipation through her.
The next stage was going to be even more exciting!
"Do you have any idea what you just did?"
Qin Wanrou kept her face cold, continuing to intimidate him.
"That's called raping a woman! If I call the police now, you'll go to jail! It'll go on your record, follow you for life! Wherever you go, people will point fingers behind your back and call you a rapist! You won't get a job, people will look down on you just for stepping outside!"
"I'm sorry, Teacher Qin, I really messed up! Please don't call the police!"
Lin Feng acted flustered and helpless, waving his hands in desperation. "You… you can make me do anything! Please!"
"Really… you'd do anything?"
That's exactly what Qin Wanrou wanted to hear.
She slowly raised her head, those mesmerizing peach‑blossom eyes locking onto Lin Feng, then extended a small hand and gently grasped…
Sss—!
Lin Feng's body jolted, sucking in a sharp breath.
In an instant, his cock's stubborn spirit woke up, rearing back to attention.
This crazy woman!
He cursed inwardly, but his face stayed stuck in that about-to-cry expression.
"Really! Anything! Just don't call the cops!" Lin Feng nodded hard, tone dead sincere.
"Alright then."
Qin Wanrou nodded in satisfaction, her smile brimming with triumph.
She slowly stood up, still firmly holding Little Lin Feng, like a couple casually strolling hand in hand.
"Come on, to Big Sis's room — I've got a gift for you."
As she spoke, she led his cock toward the bedroom.
"If you keep Big Sis company well tonight, we'll forget this ever happened!"
Lin Feng was going nuts — this woman's mood swings were insane!
She was leading his cock!?
And worse — she wasn't being gentle!
Her thumb rubbed little circles along the side, alternating pressure, like caressing a precious piece of jade.
That delicate pad against his hard shaft sent tingling jolts through him, making his legs wobble so he could barely walk.
"Damn, this succubus…" he cursed in his mind.
Qin Wanrou clearly felt the unexpected reaction, gave a firm squeeze, and her smile deepened.
No wonder they say young guys are overflowing with energy.
He'd just "popped the champagne" and already looked ready to uncork a new bottle.
Qin Wanrou pushed open her bedroom door, a faint blend of milk scent and feminine fragrance wafting out.
Dragged along by her, Lin Feng followed helplessly.
When he saw the room's interior, he froze.
The décor was surprisingly girly.
Pale pink wallpaper, fluffy white carpet, cute plush toys on the dresser.
But in that cozy atmosphere, one jarring item caught his eye —
On the solid wooden bedpost at the head of the bed hung a pair of silver metal handcuffs.
One cuff was locked securely to the post, the other dangling free, its cold ring gleaming ominously under the light — like a mouth waiting for prey.
No doubt — it was meant for him.
Lin Feng's heart sank.
Qin Wanrou had been orchestrating this from the moment she "invited" him over to fix the pipe.
She'd planned everything — whether he hesitated or fought back, the ending was the same: dragged into this room, turned into a tool for her pleasure.
But who was really the hunter, who the prey — and who'd end up as whose tool — remained to be seen.
"Lie down!"
Qin Wanrou let go, commanding in an unquestionable tone.
"Huh? This…" Lin Feng immediately acted conflicted and scared, eyes wide with horror at the cuffs.
"Hm?" Qin Wanrou arched a brow, pulling out her phone and waving it in front of him. "You want me to call the police?"
"I… it's my first time… please… be gentle…"
Lin Feng bowed his head, voice barely audible, face full of humiliation and helplessness.
Anyway, "first time" for a guy was meaningless once the foreskin was gone — she couldn't tell if he was lying.
"Got it, little virgin." Qin Wanrou's smile grew more seductive, her voice softer. "Big Sis will make sure you feel really good soon."
Under Lin Feng's gaze, she began undoing the buttons of the oversized men's shirt, one by one.
As each button opened, the imprisoned snowy mounds were revealed inch by inch.
When the last button came undone, and the shirt slipped from her rounded shoulders, Lin Feng's breath caught hard.
That's an H‑cup!?
The sight was a walking testosterone bomb.
Her stunning mistress face, flushed with desire, peach‑blossom eyes shimmering with seduction.
Below her delicate collarbone were two indescribably magnificent, majestic orbs.
Because she was breastfeeding, they looked especially full, heavy, exuding ripe milk warmth.
Her snowy skin showed faint blue veins.
Sure enough, the nipple was brown — like a little plug.
Actually, the color had nothing to do with experience, just melanin — and right now, a milk droplet hung from it, ready to fall.
His gaze traveled lower — to her curvaceous waist, not an ounce of fat, forming an insane S‑curve that perfectly balanced her plump hips.
You'd never guess she'd given birth.
Clearly, she did yoga, moisturized religiously, and took great care of her skin.
Black garter stockings hugged her long legs, connected to a tiny black lace thong — the ultimate clash of black and white, an unbeatable visual impact!