Zhou Xiaomeng's mind buzzed with curiosity, but she didn't dare ask.
Yet an idea, like a weed growing wild, took root and spread rapidly in her heart.
What if… what if it really is just like Jiang Xiaoya—no penetration, no breaking that part of her…
Then even if she gets her boobs squeezed and her pussy played with, who's going to know?
Later, even if she marries Chen Mo, she'll still have her first time intact.
He'll definitely think she's a pure, virtuous girl and treasure her even more!
And what would she gain?
A Xiaomi SU7!
No one on campus has one!
For her four college years, she'd be the campus's most dazzling treasure girl!
But… Zhou Xiaomeng's gaze darkened.
That was just her own wishful fantasy.
Tomorrow, Jiang Xiaoya would cruise around campus in that shiny, sleek blue "sports car," soaking up every envious, jealous, hate-filled stare, becoming the center of attention…
A surge of uncontainable jealousy spread through Zhou Xiaomeng.
Maybe I could try it too?
Lin Feng brought me here—wasn't that the point?
Since I'm already here, even if my boobs get squeezed, and my pussy is played with, no one will know.
But… her body had never even been touched by Chen Mo. Was she really going to hand it over to a stranger to play with?
Zhou Xiaomeng bit her lower lip, caught in a mental tug-of-war.
She stole a glance at Lin Feng.
Right now, his attention was clearly all on the little siren beside him.
Although his left hand still rested on her waist, it was noticeably more perfunctory.
Earlier, that hand would occasionally sneak a grab at the soft flesh of her belly, even inching upward so his thumb nearly brushed the underside of her breast, making her heart race with a mix of alarm, embarrassment, and fear.
But now, it just lay there, still and lifeless, as if he'd completely lost interest in her.
A vague sense of loss welled up in Zhou Xiaomeng's heart.
"What are you doing?"
Lin Feng's voice, laced with amusement, rang out.
Zhou Xiaomeng turned toward the sound—and her eyes widened in shock.
Somehow, Jiang Xiaoya had managed to pull her bra out from under her T-shirt, even through the fabric!
It was a pink lace bra, still warm with the girl's body scent.
She giggled, pressed it straight to Lin Feng's face for him to smell.
"Hehe, it's kinda tight, so I took it off to be more comfortable—there's no one else here anyway!"
Jiang Xiaoya's tone was innocently bold, like she was doing something perfectly normal.
"Besides, Brother's big hand feels way better than it!"
As she spoke, she grabbed Lin Feng's large hand and guided it inside her collar, letting him cup her soft, supple breast.
Lin Feng felt his palm sink into something incredible—without the fabric barrier, her D-cup breasts filled his hands, impossibly soft, like two warm, silky dollops of cream, rising and falling with her breath.
He naturally cupped from underneath, thumb and forefinger brushing and rolling the pink tip.
The girl's body convulsed like an electric shock, trembling with faint spasms.
"Didn't you say it was ticklish? You didn't like it?" Lin Feng looked down at the now blushing Jiang Xiaoya, his voice full of indulgent affection.
"Now I like it!" Jiang Xiaoya tilted her face up, eyes hazy as she gazed at him, her voice soft enough to drip. "I want Brother to use both hands!"
"Alright, your call."
Lin Feng laughed.
At that moment, he no longer cared whether he absolutely had to "take" Zhou Xiaomeng today.
The smile on Jiang Xiaoya's face, that blend of innocence and lustful boldness—it was exciting.
A man should cherish what's under his belt!
Without hesitation, he pulled his hand from Zhou Xiaomeng's waist.
Her body stiffened instantly; the moment his hand left, her waist felt hollow, amplifying the sense of loss.
Lin Feng adjusted Jiang Xiaoya's posture, sitting her fully in his lap, her back flush against his chest.
Now his hands could slide freely under her T-shirt's hem, one on each side, completely claiming those soft mounds.
He kneaded gently, fingers occasionally tweaking the little buds.
Each tweak sent tremors through Jiang Xiaoya's body, a kitten-like whimper escaping her throat—adorably amusing.
"Brother… what… are you doing…"
Jiang Xiaoya turned her head, looking up at Lin Feng.
Her small face was apple-red, her watery eyes veiled in a dreamy haze, irresistibly seductive.
Her full lips parted slightly, glistening with moisture, breath hot.
Though she didn't say it, her pouty lips were already near Lin Feng's, practically begging for a kiss.
Lin Feng didn't hesitate—he lowered his head and took her lips.
The moment their mouths met, Jiang Xiaoya melted.
His tongue boldly forced her teeth apart, plunging in to entangle with her slightly clumsy little tongue, sucking and swirling fiercely.
Dazed by the kiss, Jiang Xiaoya could only make muffled "um um" sounds, instinctively swallowing the saliva Lin Feng fed her, as if it were the sweetest nectar.
His tongue swept every soft surface of her mouth, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes gently biting her lower lip, making her shiver repeatedly.
Meanwhile, his hands kept working—rubbing, kneading, pinching, rolling—every sexual technique in the book, pushing the girl in his arms toward the peak.
Finally, with a deep, forceful kiss and a bout of vigorous kneading, Jiang Xiaoya's body tensed sharply!
Her lower belly spasmed several times, a muffled sob escaped her throat, and her jeans visibly darkened in a large patch.
Then she went limp as if all her bones had been removed, collapsing completely into Lin Feng's arms, gasping for breath, body still trembling uncontrollably.
Her gaze scattered, unfocused, a strand of glistening saliva at the corner of her mouth—she'd clearly climaxed.
"You're really getting me worked up," Lin Feng murmured, lips against her small earlobe, giving it a gentle bite, feeling the aftershocks of her tremors. "What's your plan exactly? Were you preparing for me to take you right in front of your bestie?"
Jiang Xiaoya's ear tingled from his warm breath, another ripple of pleasure running through her.
She struggled to prop up her boneless body, hooked her arms around Lin Feng's neck from behind, and brought her lips close to his ear, replying in a voice only they could hear:
"Xiaoya likes Brother. Anytime you want me, I'm yours… but not today! Today, Xiaoya has to help Brother!"
"Whatever you're planning, do it fast." Lin Feng shifted his hips impatiently; the powerful force pressing against her through his pants nearly lifted her off his lap.
"Otherwise, I might just give you a proper lesson right here!"