A scent—a mix of that "innocent girl" musk and fresh body wash—hit his nose instantly. It was sweet, crisp, and totally intoxicating.
"Ah..."
The strange sensation on her chest made Xiaomeng's voice hitch. Her whole body gave a violent little shudder. But seeing the encouragement in Xiaoya's eyes through the camera lens, she didn't dare stop. She kept stammering through her lines.
"I... I want Big Brother... to touch me... and kiss me..."
Before she could finish, she let out a sharp, muffled cry!
Lin Feng had already leaned in, taking one of those tender, pink tips into his mouth. The room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sound of him sucking.
Xiaomeng's face went nuclear red.
Being worked over like that by a man while she had to hold a "peace sign" for the camera and recite lines about being "voluntary"... The sheer humiliation was enough to make her black out. Yet, deep inside, a tidal wave of arousal crashed over her, turning her legs to jelly and making her skin boil.
After a long moment, Lin Feng pulled away, leaving a glistening trail behind. His hand slid down and gripped the soaked strawberry fabric.
Xiaomeng's eyes went wide with panic.
Xiaoya, playing the perfect assistant, tilted the phone down to get a close-up of the action. She asked in a sugary-sweet voice:
"Mengmeng, Big Brother Lin Feng wants to know... can he take your panties off now?"
Xiaomeng looked at the lens, squeezed her eyes shut, then snapped them open. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Y-yes... please... take them off..."
Lin Feng gave her a thin smile. He hooked a finger into the waistband and slowly drew it down. The tiny scrap of fabric, heavy and slick with moisture, slid over her smooth thighs, past her white-stockinged calves, and finally came to rest around her dainty ankles.
He grabbed her legs, lifting them high and pinning them together.
He took the phone, aiming it right at Xiaomeng's flushed face before panning down—past the heaving chest and settling right between her raised, tightly pressed thighs.
The "forbidden fruit" was right there—delicate, glistening, and perfectly framed. At the top sat a tiny pink pearl, and below it, the petals shielding a sight that made him want to go all the way right then and there.
"Now, do me a favor," Lin Feng said softly. "Spread the lips. I need to do a thorough check."
"O-okay... please... be gentle..."
Resigned to her fate, Xiaomeng obeyed. In front of the camera, her white-stockinged legs slowly, deliberately pried themselves apart, revealing the breathtaking "hidden garden." With a trembling hand, she reached down and pulled the inner petals aside, baring the entrance to her core.
It was a "point of no return" move—pure desperation mixed with a shyness she couldn't hide.
"Damn... looks delicious," Lin Feng's voice came from behind the camera. "Can I have a taste?"
On the screen, only Xiaomeng and Xiaoya were visible.
"What?!" Xiaomeng panicked. "You... you can't taste there..."
She couldn't take it anymore. She covered her face with her hands, eyes clamped shut in shame. Xiaoya immediately grabbed one of her hands, forcing her to keep the "peace sign" visible for the camera, whispering in her ear:
"Wrong answer, sweetie! Say yes!"
Xiaomeng bit her lip so hard her nails nearly drew blood. After a few agonizing seconds, she forced two words out from between her teeth:
"Y-yes..."
The words were barely out before a warm, wet sensation covered her. Then, a distinct, loud slurp echoed through the quiet room.
"AH—!"
An unprecedented shockwave hit Xiaomeng's entire nervous system. Her back arched like a bow, her body shaking violently as a scream ripped from her throat.
Logic, shame, fear—it all went up in flames. Her body was running on pure instinct now. Her legs, still in those white socks, wrapped uncontrollably around Lin Feng's head, squeezing him tight as if she wanted to pull him inside her. Her toes pointed straight, then curled tight. She was vibrating like a tuning fork.
"Mengmeng is so cute!"
Xiaoya watched her bestie lose it. She smirked, hugging her from behind and leaning in to lick Xiaomeng's earlobe—one of her most sensitive spots.
The heat on her ear combined with the friction below was the perfect storm.
Suddenly, Xiaomeng started thrashing. Lin Feng had intended to just give her a quick tease and stop, but seeing how sensitive she was, he lost his own self-control. He knew that when a girl is this worked up, "no" often means she's starving for more.
He went for the kill. He tensed his tongue and gave that tiny, tender pearl a firm, rhythmic jab...
"Whoa—!" Xiaomeng shrieked, her muscles clamping down as she tried to "escape" the sensation. But Lin Feng wasn't letting her go. He pinned her hips down and worked his tongue deeper, prying the lips apart and just barely entering the entrance of the cave. It was just a little bit, but it made Xiaomeng scream through her tears.
"Please... I'm begging you... stop... it hurts... it's too much! Don't play with me down there!"
Lin Feng wanted to keep pushing, but seeing her that close to a breakdown, he felt a pang of pity. She was still a virgin, after all. He decided to give her a pass—for now. He took one last, powerful suck of her "honey" and pulled back.
The suction was so strong she felt like her very soul was being pulled out. She threw her head back, her neck forming a graceful arc, her mouth wide open in a silent scream.
Her eyes lost focus, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her stomach muscles clenched and released in waves before she finally deflated like a popped balloon. Her legs, which had been locked around Lin Feng's head, went limp as noodles and slumped over his shoulders.
She... she had just hit the ceiling because of a man she'd just met.
He'd seen everything, touched everything, and even... used his mouth there. The shame was infinite.
Suddenly, her vision went dark. Lin Feng's face was right there. His mouth—still carrying the taste of her most private self—slammed onto hers.
A French kiss.
Xiaomeng had zero strength left to fight. Her brain had short-circuited. She knew this was her first kiss—the one she'd fantasized about giving to her future husband.
But when Lin Feng's tongue pried her teeth apart and swept inside, she didn't fight him. She actually opened up, letting him plunder her mouth.
It was sweet, slick, and heavy. They kissed until she was burning up again, her tongue tangling with his like they were actual lovers. Lin Feng let out a low groan of excitement, devouring the taste of her, sucking her tongue and her breath until they were completely entwined.
Xiaomeng was a puddle. She let his hands wander over her body, let him pull her tongue out of her mouth and tease it. Deep down, she felt a weird sense of fulfillment.
She had never felt this "good" in her entire life.
Her first kiss... her first time "losing it" in front of a man...
It's over. I'm broken. My body won't listen to me anymore.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng—still working her over with his tongue—tilted his head and captured the whole scandalous scene on video.
The screen showed Xiaomeng's legs folded back over his shoulders, held in place by Xiaoya. Her massive chest was crushed against her knees, rippling with every shudder of her body.
The camera zoomed in on her flushed face, a silver thread of saliva connecting her lips to Lin Feng's as their tongues danced in the frame.
It was a shot more provocative than any nude—a pure, unfiltered record of her total surrender.