"No... wait... not there..."
Zhou Xiaomeng's voice cracked, her body beginning to writhe in protest. Having her "cherries" teased was embarrassing enough, but now that Lin Feng's fingers had brushed against her "pearl," her final line of defense was officially under siege.
"Not there?"
Lin Feng stopped cold. His tone turned icy, dripping with mockery and feigned annoyance.
"What, you're still gonna play the 'innocent virgin' act with me? Is there a single inch of you I haven't seen already?"
As he spoke, he pinched the damp strawberry fabric and gave it a violent tug backward. The fabric strained to its limit, nearly exposing everything. Xiaomeng felt her soul leave her body. She squeezed her eyes shut, her frame trembling under the weight of total humiliation.
But the cheap elastic reached its breaking point before she was fully exposed. Suddenly, Lin Feng let go.
Snap!
The sound was sharp as a whip. The overextended fabric recoiled, slapping hard against her most sensitive "petals." The sting was brief, followed immediately by the cold, clammy sensation of the wet fabric clinging back onto her skin, outlining her intimate curves with surgical precision.
That "pull and release" was a million times more electric than a direct touch.
"Ah!"
Xiaomeng's back arched violently. A wave of emptiness and sheer intensity exploded from her lower belly, surging through her limbs and sending her into a sudden, spasmic peak. Her legs turned to jelly; if Xiaoya hadn't been propping her up, she would have collapsed into a heap on the mattress.
Her mind went blank. The only thing she could hear was that snap echoing in her ears, while a thousand phantom ants seemed to be racing through her core.
"Mengmeng, what are you screaming for?"
Xiaoya's voice drifted into her ear, half-scolding, half-soothing.
"I told you, it's just some touching and feeling. He's gotta touch you there, too. It's not like it's gonna break. Don't be a buzzkill. Remember: play hard-to-get, don't actually reject him. If you piss him off, there goes the car!"
Lin Feng leaned back, his expression cooling into indifference.
"Look, I'm not into forcing people. That's boring. When you've made up your mind, we'll keep going."
He was actually being honest. If Xiaomeng wasn't down for it—even with Xiaoya pinning her down—he wasn't going to risk a "three hots and a cot" prison sentence for a forced encounter. In the news, even married guys get slapped with "silver bracelets" if their wives aren't feeling it. He had a system; he was all about making girls want to come to him. Why take the risk?
Xiaomeng gasped for air, tears of shame blurring her vision.
Should she quit? Should she call it off right now?
She looked down at herself. Her top half was bare, her "pride and joy" exposed to the open air, her nipples still tingling from the heat of his touch. Her legs were splayed wide, her dress bunched at her waist, and those soaked panties were practically transparent. She had already surrendered every ounce of her dignity.
If she quit now, all that humiliation would be for nothing.
Besides, if she bailed, Lin Feng would never look at her again. Was she really ready to go back to a life where she had to think twice about buying a five-dollar boba tea?
No. And that wasn't even the worst part.
The worst part was that before, she and Xiaoya were "struggling" together. But now? Xiaoya was rich. She was driving a thirty-thousand-dollar SU7. From now on, Xiaoya would be flaunting her luxury car, using high-end makeup Xiaomeng couldn't even name, and wearing clothes that cost a month's rent.
And Xiaomeng? She'd just be the "poor friend" standing in the background, rotting with envy. The thought of her bestie stepping all over her was more than she could stomach.
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off.
Xiaoya had mentioned Lin Feng's company needed "tax write-offs." That meant he was a businessman, not a student. Other than these private sessions, their paths would never cross.
In her chaotic mind, she grabbed onto this last straw. Screw it. She was going all in.
If he wanted to play, fine. Let him play his fill.
She bit her lip, and through her tear-streaked face, she gave a slow, determined nod.
Lin Feng's lips curled into a smirk, but he added one more thing:
"A nod isn't enough. To avoid any 'misunderstandings' later, we're gonna record a video. Just to prove you're here of your own free will. Legal protection, you get it."
He nonchalantly pulled out his phone and opened the camera, acting like it was the most professional thing in the world.
"Do... do we have to?" Xiaomeng's newfound courage evaporated instantly.
"Oh, please, I did the same thing!" Xiaoya cut in, her tone breezy. "Relax, if he ever leaked this, we could just sue him into the ground. Rich guys like him care about their reputation more than anything. He's not that stupid."
"O-okay then," Xiaomeng whispered.
She'd fallen for it. Again.
Looking at her—scared to death but still trusting her "bestie"—Lin Feng finally understood. How did a petty, bitter loser like Chen Mo land a girl with a body like a goddess and a face like an angel?
It wasn't because Chen Mo was special. It was because Zhou Xiaomeng was an absolute airhead. She was so easy to play, it was almost an insult to his intelligence not to.
Lin Feng aimed the camera at her tear-stained, "brave" little face.
"Alright, look at the lens. Say your name is Zhou Xiaomeng, you're here voluntarily, you really like me, and you want me to feel up your big tits and play with your little flower."
Xiaoya dutifully let go of Xiaomeng's wrists and took the phone. She framed the shot perfectly, capturing Xiaomeng's bare upper body and her massive, snow-white curves.
Xiaomeng took a shaky breath, raised a hand in a stiff "peace sign" next to her cheek, and spoke to the camera.
"My... my name is Zhou Xiaomeng... I'm doing this voluntarily... I... I really like Big Brother Lin Feng..."
Before she could even finish her sentence, a pair of warm, powerful hands clamped down on her. He went to work immediately, gripping her soft breasts and squeezing them with enough force to reshape them like dough.
Lin Feng leaned in, burying his face between those two mountains of "cotton candy," and took a deep, intoxicating breath.