That hit Zhou Xiaomeng right where it hurt—her pride.
Her face flushed a chaotic mix of red and white. Pushing her shyness aside, she scrambled to explain herself.
"I haven't! Me and my boyfriend... we've never done anything! We barely even hold hands!"
"Oh really?" Lin Feng suppressed a smirk. She'd taken the bait even faster than he expected. He kept his "skeptical" face on, eyeing her up and down with feigned doubt. "Look, I've been around the block. I can tell if a girl's been handled just by touching her."
"He's not lying!" Jiang Xiaoya chirped, practically pinky-promising for her. "She's my bestie, I know her stats. Total original packaging!"
With that, Xiaoya scrambled up behind Xiaomeng, pulling the girl back against her like a giant doll.
Zzzzzzip.
The sound of the metal zipper cutting through the air was sharp as it slid from Xiaomeng's shoulder down to the small of her back. A sudden draft hit her skin. Xiaoya grabbed the straps and peeled the dress down like a banana skin, baring Xiaomeng's upper body.
First came the shoulders—blindingly white and smooth—then her slender arms. The dress bunched up at her waist, leaving nothing but a pale pink bra straining against her curves, showcasing a deep, tempting cleavage.
"Ah!"
The sudden chill made Xiaomeng flinch. Her hands flew up instinctively to cover herself.
"Don't hide, just relax!" Xiaoya whispered in her ear, her voice dripping with temptation. "Think about the Xiaomi SU7. Think about how every girl on campus is going to be looking at you with pure envy tomorrow."
The SU7... the envy...
Xiaomeng froze. Her arms hovered in mid-air for a heartbeat before her shoulders slumped, and she slowly let them drop to her sides.
"That's a good girl!"
Xiaoya giggled. She reached around, grabbed the bottom edge of the bra, and gave it a violent upward yank!
Snap.
The elastic gave way with a sharp pop.
Two incredible mounds of snow-white flesh bounced free from their cage. Size-wise, they looked even bigger than Xiaoya's, but because Xiaomeng was thinner, the contrast against her narrow waist and delicate shoulders made them look absolutely massive—a total knockout.
They swayed with a heavy, supple elasticity. And just as expected, the nipples and areolas were a perfect, soft pink.
Seeing it in person was a million times more intense than any photo. It was enough to make any man's blood boil.
"Ah!" Xiaomeng let out a sharp gasp, shame washing over her again.
Sure, she'd sent Lin Feng nudes before, but that was just posing for a cold camera lens. Now, a living, breathing man was kneeling less than two feet away, devouring her most private parts with a burning gaze.
In a moment, those hands were going to reach out and squeeze her. The thought made her want to sink through the floor in shame, yet deep down, a jolt of unexplainable electricity surged through her, making her thighs rub together instinctively.
"Oh, and don't forget this part. Come on, Mengmeng, give it your best!"
Xiaoya's voice came from behind again. Before Xiaomeng could react, Xiaoya hooked her legs inside Xiaomeng's and forced them wide apart!
Xiaomeng was caught completely off guard. Her legs were pried open at a massive angle. Her dress slid further up her thighs to her hips, fully exposing her slender legs in white calf socks and the smooth skin of her inner thighs.
And there, right in the center, were white panties with a pink strawberry print. A faint, dark dampness was already showing through the fabric, making the silhouette of her heat almost visible.
Xiaoya gripped Xiaomeng's wrists from behind, making it impossible for her to cover her face or her chest.
Xiaomeng sat there, top-half bare, legs splayed wide—like a piece of art waiting for inspection. She was so humiliated she felt like she might faint. She kept her head turned away, eyes squeezed shut, not daring to catch even a glimpse of Lin Feng's expression.
Lin Feng's breath hitched.
The visual impact was insane. Those breasts were like two ripe peaches, trembling with every frantic breath she took, her nipples perking up like pink grapes waiting to be plucked. They looked incredibly plush.
His eyes drifted down to her flat, tight stomach—not an ounce of fat. And further down, that "forbidden zone" wrapped in strawberry print, fully exposed by her humiliating posture. The white socks only added to that "innocent but dirty" vibe.
"So, Big Bro, what do you think?" Xiaoya asked, sounding like she was fishing for a gold star. "Told you she was top-tier."
Lin Feng didn't say a word. He just reached out.
Xiaomeng felt the heat of his hand approaching. Her body went taut, her toes curling tight. She could hear her heart drumming against her ribs. Thump-thump-thump. Shame, nerves, anticipation... her brain went completely blank.
Finally, his hand landed.
It wasn't a rough grab like she expected. Instead, his palm gently cupped the bottom of her left breast, supporting its heavy weight.
So soft... so warm...
Lin Feng's hand was large, nearly swallowing the whole thing. He could feel the delicate, elastic texture of her skin. He gave it a light bounce, watching the flesh ripple in an inviting wave.
It wasn't like Lin Feng hadn't played with big chests before—even Qin Wanrou's H-cups were his to play with. But this hit different. This was Chen Mo's girlfriend.
Chen Mo, his roommate, had never even seen his "perfect" girlfriend's body, yet here she was, laid bare for Lin Feng to inspect and handle at his leisure.
This was a feeling only a true connoisseur of "borrowed" goods could appreciate.
"Nngh..."
A suppressed moan escaped Xiaomeng's throat, and her body went limp. Being held like that by a man was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
Lin Feng pinched one of those proud, pink tips between his thumb and forefinger. Just like he'd done to Xiaoya, he began to roll it gently.
"Ah!"
A massive jolt of electricity shot from her chest straight to her brain before flooding her entire body. Xiaomeng jerked, her legs trying to snap shut, but with Xiaoya pinning them back, all she could do was strain her muscles in vain.
The sensation was too new, too intense. It was a hundred times stronger than whenever she'd tried to explore herself.
"Quite a reaction. You really do seem like a rookie... but I better finish the inspection just to be sure."
Lin Feng's other hand didn't stay idle. It slid down her flat belly, leaving a trail of shivers in its wake.
Finally, it stopped right on that strawberry-printed fabric.
Xiaomeng froze solid.
He... he's touching me there!
She could feel his finger pressing firmly against her clit through the thin cloth. His aim was perfect—he seemed to know her body better than she did. His technique was undeniable; with just one touch, the damp spot on her panties darkened instantly.
A faint, sweet scent began to drift into the air.