The notification pinged. When Jiang Xiaoya saw that bright, bold "10,000.00" transfer, her eyes instantly lit up like two stars.
She let out an excited squeal, threw her arms around Lin Feng's neck, and puckered her lips to plant a kiss on him. She was wearing nothing but a thin T-shirt with absolutely zero structural support underneath.
As she pressed against him, her full D-cups smashed into Lin Feng's chest without a single barrier. The incredible softness and bounce telegraphed through the thin fabric instantly, sending a jolt through Lin Feng's system.
But just before she could lock lips with him, Lin Feng hooked an arm around her slender waist and decisively clamped his other hand over her mouth.
"Hey, you just finished down there. No kissing, alright?" Lin Feng said, brow furrowed.
"I don't mind you, so why do you mind yourself?" Xiaoya's voice was muffled behind his hand, but her eyes were dancing with mischief. She giggled and tried to lean in again.
Lin Feng simply palmed her face and shoved her aside.
Xiaoya tumbled onto the bed. Her shapely "peach" of a rear, clad in denim cut-offs and encased in black nylons, gave a soft jiggle from the impact. She playfully rolled over, casting a sultry, bedroom-eyed look back at Lin Feng.
"You little slut," Lin Feng teased with a smirk.
He straddled her thighs, raised both hands, and started drumming on her firm, denim-clad cheeks. Smack! Smack! Smack! The sound was sharp and rhythmic.
"Ow! Stop... it's going numb!" Xiaoya cried out in a performative pout.
In reality, a wave of intense static electricity shot from her core straight to her brain, making her shudder with pleasure. Her feet, clad in black silks, kicked up uncontrollably in the air—a mix of helpless flailing and pure girlish charm.
"Get undressed and get in the shower, now!" Lin Feng gave her a few more hard swats. The tactile feedback was just too good to quit.
"How am I supposed to strip with you pinning me down? Unless... you want to do it for me!" Xiaoya wriggled her hips, her tone pure provocation.
"My pleasure."
Lin Feng didn't hesitate. He grabbed the waistband of her shorts with both hands, ready to yank them down.
"Wait, wait! They're still buttoned!" Xiaoya shot him a mock-offended glare. She rolled to her side, undid the button and the zipper, then flopped back face-down, presenting her perfect backside to him once more.
"Okay, go for it!"
Lin Feng applied force again and ripped downward.
The tight shorts, along with the black lace underneath and her nylons, were peeled down to her calves in one smooth motion. To help him out, she intentionally struck a provocative "all-fours" pose, chest pressed to the sheets while her ass was thrust high into the air.
The half-removed stockings squeezed her lower legs, making the rounded, snowy-white cheeks above look even more pert and swollen. Because of her pose, the "petals" of her core were slightly parted, offering a tantalizing, peek-a-boo view.
It was exactly the shape Lin Feng loved.
His throat went dry. He leaned in close, kneading the soft flesh of her butt with both hands, and took a deep breath. Then, pulling the cheeks apart, a series of unrestrained, wet slurping sounds echoed from between her thighs.
"Ahhh—!"
Xiaoya couldn't hold it back anymore. She let out a sweet, high-pitched moan that sounded like a kitten—loud, soft, and echoing through the room.
The sound made Lin Feng's entire body stiffen.
"Tone down the slut-energy, would you? The whole theater's gonna hear you! I'll teach you a real lesson another day," Lin Feng joked.
He straightened up and gave those two plump mounds two final smacks. Two bright red handprints bloomed on the fair skin. With the impact, they wobbled violently like jelly, sending ripples through the flesh.
"Mm!" Xiaoya's face was flushed crimson. Her voice carried a hint of a "cry-baby" tone as she scrambled to kick off the rest of her clothes. Clutching her burning, red backside, she scurried happily into the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Zhou Xiaomeng had already finished undressing.
Since Lin Feng had already had his way with her, standing naked in front of him didn't seem quite so unbearable anymore. She stood by the bed, completely nude, but she didn't follow the other girl into the shower. Instead, she gripped her phone tightly, head down, looking like she had something on the tip of her tongue.
"Something on your mind?"
Lin Feng glanced at his phone. Xiaoya had accepted the transfer instantly, but Xiaomeng's 10,000 yuan was still sitting there, uncollected.
"Um..."
Xiaomeng hesitated, her small hands wringing together nervously. The movement caused her massive breasts to squeeze together until they nearly overflowed. The sight of those "heavy fruits" against her slender frame and delicate shoulders created a staggering visual contrast. Just those two were enough for Lin Feng to play with for a whole year.
"Just take it. I'm in a good mood, it's pocket money. Don't be polite," Lin Feng said with a smile.
"I... I wanted to ask... about... the car..."
Xiaomeng stuttered for a long time, her face turning beet red before she finally squeezed out the keyword.
Lin Feng got it instantly.
The poor girl was worried he wouldn't actually buy her a car—that he was just going to brush her off with this 10k and call it a day. But because of her pride, she couldn't bring herself to ask directly. She wasn't willing to let it go, either, which led to this awkward display.
"Don't worry, I'm getting you the car. I don't break my promises," Lin Feng walked over to her, his tone softening. "Let's wait until after school tomorrow. I don't have classes in the afternoon; I'll take you to go pick one out."
"Okay, but..." Xiaomeng's feet, encased in white knee-high socks, rubbed against each other anxiously, her toes curling tight.
"If you have something to say, say it. Are we really being this formal after what we've done?" Lin Feng's lips curled into a wicked grin. "Or do you prefer talking while I'm fondling your tits?"
Before the words had even fully left his mouth, he had stepped behind her and pulled her into a back-hug.
His warm chest pressed against her smooth, delicate back. A scent of fresh body wash mixed with her natural girl-scent—and the lingering musk of their recent "battle"—filled his nose. Her body was so frail; he could feel the sharp butterfly bones of her shoulder blades, looking as though they might snap if he squeezed too hard.
His hands slid around to the front, naturally cupping those two "giant melons."
Grabbing them from behind felt completely different than from the front! Thanks to gravity, the soft weight sagged downward, filling his palms to the brim and spilling over through his fingers.
It felt incredible.
"I just... I don't want an Xiaomi," her body shuddered violently in his arms. It was hard to tell if she was scared he'd keep kneading her or if she'd finally found the courage to speak up. She blurted it out all at once: "Since Xiaoya already has the Xiaomi, I want something else!"