"Is that all? No problem at all!" Lin Feng laughed. "Honestly, I thought it'd be a little weird if you both drove the exact same car anyway. Don't worry, I've got you covered."
As he spoke, he slid one hand around her flat stomach and pressed the other gently against her upper back, forcing her to lean forward into a deep, mock bow.
The pose stretched Xiaomeng's curves to their absolute limit.
Her upper body was forced down, arms dangling helplessly, her slender shoulders trembling with a fragile, deer-in-the-headlights vulnerability.
But the move did wonders for her silhouette—her rear, which stood in stark, defiant contrast to her tiny waist, was thrust back into a breathtaking, high-arched curve.
Lin Feng took a second to admire his handiwork, his Adam's apple bobbing. Then, he raised his hand and delivered a sharp, heavy swat to those rounded, pert cheeks.
CRACK!
The sound echoed through the quiet room like a gunshot.
"Mmph!"
Xiaomeng let out a stifled whimper. Her face flushed a deep, bruised crimson instantly. She shot a look back at Lin Feng, her eyes swimming with panic and shame.
But Lin Feng wasn't fooled—he could see that for all her posturing, she was loving it.
The sudden, involuntary twitch of her "flower" and the way her muscles clenched didn't lie. Her fragile ego just wasn't ready to admit he was making her feel this good.
Perfect. The addiction is taking root.
Lin Feng stripped off his clothes in record time, hooked an arm around a still-dazed Xiaomeng, and led her straight into the bathroom.
Xiaomeng's head was still spinning with thoughts of her new car. She hadn't realized she'd followed him in until it was too late—there she was, squeezed into the oversized shower stall, stark naked with Lin Feng and Jiang Xiaoya.
By the time she snapped out of it, the point of no return had passed. Warm water cascaded from the rainfall showerhead, and thick steam blurred her vision. Lin Feng stepped in from behind like a conquering king, opening his arms to pull both girls into his chest.
His left hand accurately cupped Xiaomeng's proud, massive breast, while his right claimed Xiaoya's equally impressive, perky curves.
Both girls were slick with body wash, making them incredibly slippery.
Lin Feng kneaded them shamelessly, reveling in the bounce and softness. Bubbles overflowed through his fingers with every squeeze, the tactile friction stoking a fire in his gut.
Xiaoya was a veteran of these scenes. She leaned back comfortably into Lin Feng and even reached out a small hand to help him lather up "Little Lin Feng."
Noticing Xiaomeng standing there like a statue—stiff-limbed and wide-eyed with shock—Xiaoya let out a mischievous giggle. She reached over, grabbed Xiaomeng's wandering hand, and guided it until she was firmly gripping the rod.
"!!!"
Xiaomeng's brain went into a total meltdown. What is this?! Is this a man's...?! I'm holding it! No, wait! I can't even get my hand all the way around it!
She felt like she'd been struck by lightning, frozen in place. Shame, curiosity, panic, and a disturbing jolt of excitement surged through her like a live wire.
Not only was she being fondled from behind, but for the first time in her life, she was touching that place. She never imagined her life would ever include a day this depraved. It felt like a fever dream—a sticky, shameful, confusing mess.
"Mengmeng, don't just stand there. Help big brother get clean," Xiaoya whispered in her ear.
"Huh?!"
Xiaomeng's ability to think had vanished. She was operating entirely on instinct and Xiaoya's guidance. She didn't even know why, but when Lin Feng's fingers explored downward toward her "little bud," she found herself reflexively parting her legs. She let him meticulously wash her core, even allowing his finger to slip inside to brush against her delicate maidenhood.
The strange, electrifying sensation of that contact made her knees buckle. She slumped weakly against him, a total puppet in his hands.
For a second, Lin Feng felt a violent urge to just take her right then and there. Luckily, he kept his head. Even though his fingers pressed a bit harder into her, he reined himself in. It wasn't time yet. He hadn't hit the "100 Corruption" milestone, and rushing it now would only blow the whole operation.
Ten minutes later, the trio emerged from the bathroom.
Xiaomeng and Xiaoya had changed back into their clothes. Despite the lingering flush on their cheeks, they looked like innocent college girls again. Lin Feng, now in fresh casual wear, looked at the "plastic sisters" standing before him: one a sultry, provocative vixen, the other a pure girl with a hidden "naughty" streak.
Xiaoya clearly wanted more. she clung to Lin Feng like a hungry kitten, fixing his collar one second and whining about her legs being too weak to walk the next, practically trying to fuse herself to him. Xiaomeng, however, stood at a distance, her eyes a storm of conflicting emotions. She resented Lin Feng, she feared him, and there was a tiny part of her she refused to acknowledge that was... expectant?
Thinking back to the bathroom, she couldn't understand what had happened to her. Just a few strokes from his fingers and she had... she had lost control and "leaked." The moment that warm rush happened, she wanted to die of embarrassment. Thank God for the roar of the shower masking everything. If that had happened in bed, she'd never be able to show her face again.
Then, Chen Mo's straight-laced, serious face flashed in her mind. I've let another man play with me to this extent... I even got wet right in front of him... How can I ever look Chen Mo in the eye again?
A wave of intense guilt washed over her.
It lasted exactly three seconds.
Wait, she thought. How could Chen Mo ever find out?! As long as I don't say anything, and Xiaoya and Lin Feng keep quiet, it'll be a secret forever!
That thought made her feel a little better. But then, the mental highlight reel of the bathroom started playing on loop: Lin Feng's burning body heat, his ragged breathing, and that large, heavy hand that sent tremors through her soul... especially that final moment of total loss of control.
Xiaomeng's legs reflexively pressed together, rubbing slightly. What is wrong with my body?! It's starting to itch again!
Lin Feng's gaze drifted past the clingy Xiaoya and settled on Xiaomeng. In his vision, a floating number hovered over both girls' heads, invisible to anyone else.
Xiaoya's "Corruption Points" were stalled at 92. Lin Feng knew why—the little slut was doing all this willingly now; she was enjoying it too much for it to be considered "corruption" anymore.
But Xiaomeng was different. The bright red number above her head read—99!
Just one point away from a hundred.
Xiaomeng had a boyfriend. That 99 likely meant she was still clinging to her final line of "no cheating." Which meant that the moment he actually claimed her body... that point would break the limit and hit 100.
What would happen then? What kind of insane reward would the system drop? And Xiaomeng herself—would she completely snap and become even wilder than Xiaoya, or would it trigger some special hidden attribute?