"Ah, Brother… y-you're… you're touching me there!"
Jiang Xiaoya's voice instantly turned soft and syrupy, laced with a trembling shyness—but there was no hint of treating Zhou Xiaomeng like an outsider. On the contrary, it felt like she was saying it for Zhou Xiaomeng to hear.
"Isn't that a chest muscle?" Lin Feng feigned surprise, his big hand deliberately giving the nipple and surrounding flesh a firm squeeze, relishing the astonishing protrusion and resilient bounce. "Strange, why isn't your chest muscle hard?"
"Th-that's not a chest muscle, that's…"
Jiang Xiaoya went limp under his kneading, her words trailing into breathy gasps as her eyes began to blur.
"Then what is it? Why stop talking?" Lin Feng grinned mischievously, his hand growing more adventurous inside her shirt, fingertips deftly brushing and plucking at the tender nub.
"Eh? What's this? Feels kinda hard—let me squeeze it!"
"Nnn~!"
Jiang Xiaoya jerked as if struck by an electric current!
Her black-stockinged legs instantly tensed straight, toes curling.
After just a second, she melted completely, collapsing into Lin Feng's arms like a pool of warm spring water.
"Don't… don't pinch… Brother… it's too ticklish…"
Her voice changed entirely, shifting from playful coquetry to uncontrollable low moans.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, her gaze hazy as if threads could be drawn from it, breath rapid and scorching hot.
"Ticklish? Where else is itchy? Lemme rub it for you!" Lin Feng said with a laugh.
Wow, usually lines like that were reserved for TV dramas—when a sleazy villain teased the heroine or a supporting actress.
Never thought saying them himself would give him a tiny thrill.
His mischievous hand showed no mercy, sliding further down.
Across her flat, smooth belly, it reached the waistband of her ultra-short hot pants.
Without pause, his fingers slipped into the gap of the waistband, skin-to-skin contact with her warm lower abdomen, then continued downward.
Jiang Xiaoya instantly sensed his intent!
Embarrassed, she buried her face in Lin Feng's chest, her body reacting in sync.
She curled her belly upward, as if trying to guide that domineering hand toward her tender, pink, already slick folds.
Lin Feng's arm had limited reach in this pose.
His fingertips passed through the soft fabric, just brushing a patch of slightly prickly fine hair before stopping.
Even that brief touch was enough to break her completely.
She writhed nonstop, letting out a muffled sob, legs unconsciously rubbing together, growing stickier by the second.
Lin Feng's hand remained boldly inside her shorts, half in, half out, as if declaring that every inch of this woman was under his control.
And Jiang Xiaoya, like a thoroughly tamed pet, lay limp in his arms, gazing up at his handsome profile, eyes clouded with surrender and intoxication.
His fingers lightly teased the fine hairs there, like playing with a small animal.
The spot was warm and slightly damp—even without direct touch, he could imagine it was already flooded.
What amused Lin Feng most was her slight tremble: belly muscles taut, as if inviting… yet also shyly evading.
This girl, outwardly bold and flirty, was still an untapped rookie at heart.
Sure, she'd dared to drop her panties in front of him on their first meeting, dared to suck him under the library table—
But now, faced with the real thing, she was flustered.
"Brother… p-please… don't… don't move anymore…"
Jiang Xiaoya's voice had softened into melted syrup, thick and drawn-out.
"First time?" Lin Feng asked, though he knew the answer.
"I don't have a boyfriend, so of course it's my first! B-be careful, don't pop that!"
Her black-stockinged legs squirmed restlessly, knees brushing his inner thigh, like a silent plea—or a deliberate tease.
"Relax, I'll have to personally drive it in myself!" Lin Feng smirked, withdrawing his hand but deliberately pressing her belly once more before pulling out completely.
Her clothes were in disarray—T-shirt hem bunched up, exposing pale, flat waist, snowy in the dim light.
Jiang Xiaoya lifted her head, eyes misty as spring water, lips slightly parted, breathing heavily as she looked at him.
She looked like a girl saying, Brother, whenever you want me, I'm yours.
And all of this played out right before Zhou Xiaomeng's eyes.
Sitting rigid as a plank on Lin Feng's other side, she stared at the screen but saw nothing.
Her ears were full of Jiang Xiaoya's muffled moans and breathy sounds.
Her nose caught a faint, intimate warmth—the heat radiating from Jiang Xiaoya's body.
Stealing glances, she saw Lin Feng's hand withdraw from her friend's shorts, the movement domineering and casual, like he was playing with a personal toy.
This… this was just… too bold!
Zhou Xiaomeng's face burned as if it might bleed, her heart racing.
Not only had her friend's breasts been groped, but his hand had gone into her pants—likely her pussy had been rubbed raw.
But from their conversation, it seemed Jiang Xiaoya might still be a virgin?
The revelation shocked Zhou Xiaomeng.
She'd assumed that since Lin Feng could casually give away a twenty-odd-thousand-dollar car, Jiang Xiaoya must've already slept with him!
Maybe he'd pounded her like a pile driver on the bed, tried every position, and filled her uterus to the brim.
Darker images even flashed through Zhou Xiaomeng's mind: maybe Lin Feng had invited his buddies to "teach" Jiang Xiaoya a lesson.
Seeing her not resist—even seeming to enjoy it—he'd decided to give her a car as compensation.
From then on, Jiang Xiaoya would be Lin Feng's plaything for entertaining big shots, offered during deals to satisfy their twisted desires, until she was worn out and discarded.
Of course, these were just the melodramatic plots Zhou Xiaomeng had pieced together from years of soap operas.
She had no idea what reality was.
But she just knew—a car worth two or three hundred grand couldn't be earned with a few squeezes and gropes.
Yet their conversation moments ago had just shattered that assumption.