Pretty soon, the bell rang for class, and Qin Wanrou left the room with an icy expression. In her place, an elderly professor with gray hair and a thick stack of textbooks ambled in.
Old Professor's lectures were top-tier sleep aids — within minutes, half the class was out cold.
Just then, Lin Feng's phone buzzed.
A friend request.
The profile was sparse: username "Love Munch Munch Big," blank signature.
But the system panel automatically displayed beside the WeChat avatar:
[Yu Chang – Corruption Value: 10 | Corruption Weakness: Desire, Perverted Behavior, dark wishes buried deep, ready to erupt once unearthed.]
[Addiction effect activated – awakening the corruption desires within her heart!]
Hmph.
So she's been holding back and wants to vent with him, huh?
Lin Feng opened the class group chat, found Yu Chang's WeChat — her avatar was completely different from this alt account.
But the name and corruption stats matched perfectly, confirming it was definitely her secret account.
Adding him on a throwaway account? No doubt it was for that kind of thing.
Remembering how, in the bathroom, she'd demanded he call her "Mom" — crazy stuff — Lin Feng felt his body tense for no reason.
This woman really knew how to play.
He tapped Accept.
Almost instantly, a video came through.
It was that same footage of him drunk, standing in front of the toilet — except now the key parts were uncensored. With every sway of his body, it swung up and down in full view, visually shocking.
[Love Munch Munch Big: If you don't want this video uploaded to the campus forum and spend the next four years socially dead, unable to get a girlfriend, be at the rock garden behind the teaching building Friday night. Exactly what I'll make you do will be announced then!]
Well, I'll be damned!
Lin Feng whistled to himself.
He'd just used a video to threaten Tang Tang, and now someone was using one to threaten him.
But… whether it's him threatening someone or someone threatening him, the outcome's the same — just a matter of what position he ends up using for another grand slam.
Women with twisted minds usually like being on top.
And here's his last cauldron, basically delivering herself to his door!
Lin Feng gave a slight smile, but played nervous, glancing around casually, then lowered his head and quickly replied:
[Lin Feng: Who are you? How do you have this video?!]
[Love Munch Munch Big: Doesn't matter. Remember — don't tell the teacher. Come alone, or you'll face the consequences!]
Hmph, still too green.
Lin Feng shook his head.
A video recorded in the KTV, then telling him not to tell the teacher? That's practically waving a neon sign that says you're a classmate.
Way too inexperienced!
Plus, Lin Feng noticed her username fit her inner cravings perfectly — practically playing with an open hand.
[Lin Feng: Got it, I won't tell the teacher. And you won't spread the video!]
[Love Munch Munch Big: Deal!]
Right after the message sent, a burst of suppressed laughter and a crisp clap came from the back row.
Lin Feng casually turned to look — Yu Chang and Wang Xuejiao instantly stopped smiling, pretending nothing happened, staring seriously at the blackboard.
Dumb as a board — it's written all over their faces!
Lin Feng rolled his eyes.
Everyone else is asleep or on their phones, but you two are suddenly so focused — doesn't that scream suspicious?!
Playing oblivious, Lin Feng finally made it to the end of class.
He had planned to study, but Old Professor's lecture was seriously hypnotic — in the end, even he couldn't fight it. He went downstairs and bought an iced americano for a caffeine boost.
Took a sip!
Painful face mask!
The coffee was definitely energizing, but it tasted like absolute garbage. Should've skipped the cool-guy act and just ordered a latte — at least milk makes it bearable.
Milk?
An idea sparked in Lin Feng's mind — oh right, Qin Wanrou was waiting for him.
Summoning his energy, he headed to the counselor's office.
The door was slightly ajar, inside all quiet.
Just as he was about to push it open, Qin Wanrou's corrupt inner thoughts suddenly echoed clearly in his mind:
[Time to cut ties with this kid. It was fun — best I've ever had, kinda addictive even… but before I fall completely, I need to break it off!]
[My sister Qin Wanyue is coming this weekend, and my husband's been checking in more often. If he finds out, it'll be trouble!]
[Good thing Lin Feng's dumb and easy to control. Today I'll scare him, make him realize his place, and nip future problems in the bud!]
Hearing those thoughts, Lin Feng couldn't help but sneer.
Oh, so you're done having fun and want to kick me to the curb?
Threaten me, huh?
Fine, I'll play along.
Lin Feng instantly wiped all emotion from his face, swapping it for a meek, slightly nervous expression, and gently knocked.
"Teacher Qin, you wanted to see me?"
"Come in."
Qin Wanrou's voice was frigid, no warmth at all.
Lin Feng pushed the door open. Qin Wanrou sat ramrod straight, hands folded on the desk in a strictly professional pose.
Today she wore a fitted white shirt, the top two buttons undone to reveal a stretch of pale, slender neck.
The fabric was stretched tight by her impressive bust, outlining exaggerated, perfect curves. Her heavy chest subtly lifted the shirt hem, rising and falling with each tiny breath.
"Lin Feng," Qin Wanrou cleared her throat, sharp eyes locking onto him, "What happened yesterday was a mistake… Let's both forget it!"
"If you dare mention it, or harbor any improper thoughts about me again, don't blame me for making sure you can't stay at this school! Understood?"
Lin Feng pretended to be scared, head lowered, voice small:
"I-I understand, Teacher Qin. Then, before we finish… could I ask you to grant one small request?"
Seeing his pitiful look, Qin Wanrou's ego swelled.
[Hmph, just as easy to handle as expected! Boys his age — all brawn, no brains, useless. Three sentences and he's wrapped around my finger!]
[His final request is probably just wanting one last hug. Playing innocent? Pathetic.]
Qin Wanrou stood up and spread her arms.
"Fine, a hug then!"
"No, not that!"
Lin Feng set the iced americano he'd been holding on the desk.
"What's this…?" Qin Wanrou blinked, confused.
At that moment, Lin Feng raised his head.
The harmless, fearful look vanished without a trace, replaced by a teasing, predatory smirk.
His gaze was no longer innocent — it was sharp and direct, openly sweeping over her most prominent assets like a hunter locking onto prey.
He leaned closer to the desk, lowered his voice so only she could hear, and said word for word:
"Mind helping me out, Teacher Qin — use those big tits of yours to add some milk?"
"This americano's way too nasty!"