"Lin Feng, what... what are you talking about?!"
Qin Wanrou was completely floored.
One second, she had this little lamb wrapped around her finger, and the next, he's dropping lines like a straight-up predator. Shock, rage, and a stinging flash of shame from having her mask ripped off flooded her face, turning her pale skin a deep, tempting crimson.
But what really pissed her off was that as Lin Feng's predatory gaze locked onto her, she felt that familiar, unstoppable heat surging from her core straight to her crotch.
This asshole! He actually dared to say something that filthy in my office?!
"Have you lost your mind!"
She slammed her hand onto the desk with a loud THUD!
The impact sent her massive tits—straining against the fabric of her shirt—heaving and bouncing like a pair of cornered rabbits. That breathtaking wave of flesh looked like it was about to rip right through the thin material and spill out.
Lin Feng just smirked at her outburst.
He leisurely stood up and sat right on the edge of her wide desk, legs spread, looking down at her from a position of total dominance. Then, under Qin Wanrou's horrified gaze, he pulled out his phone and tapped the screen with a practiced flick of his finger.
A video started playing.
The second Qin Wanrou saw the screen, her breath hitched.
In the video, Lin Feng was buck-naked, his massive rod standing at full attention, one hand handcuffed to the headboard. But the other star of the show was her. She was just as naked, those heavy breasts she was usually so proud of—and was currently dying of shame over—were pressed right against Lin Feng's face.
As the camera shook, you could see Lin Feng's free hand ruthlessly buried in one of those white globes, kneading the soft flesh into all sorts of lewd shapes. His head was buried between them, greedily sucking away with a wet, face-reddening slurp...
The whole scene was raw, primal, and high-def. Every single detail was crystal clear.
"This..."
Qin Wanrou's pupils shrank to pinpricks. It was like the air had been sucked out of her lungs. She stumbled back a couple of steps, her back hitting the bookshelf hard before she could steady herself.
How?!
How the hell does he have this video?!
A massive question mark exploded in her brain. She remembered clearly—before they even went into the bedroom, she'd left his phone on the living room sofa specifically to prevent this exact scenario! How... how did this happen?!
"The 'how' doesn't matter," Lin Feng said coolly. "What matters is that you're going to be a good girl and listen. From here on out, Master, you're the servant."
"You... you're shameless!"
Qin Wanrou was shaking with so much rage she could barely get the words out. Her prized sense of control was getting ground into the dirt. She thought she was the hunter playing with her food, but it turned out she'd been the prey in his net the whole time.
"Shameless?" Lin Feng chuckled, hopping off the desk and stalking toward her.
"Professor Qin, you weren't calling me shameless yesterday when you were riding me, using that slutty hole of yours to swallow my cock and begging me to go faster."
He took a step forward with every word, his sheer presence forcing her to retreat.
"What... what do you think you're doing? This is a school! Anyone could walk in at any second!" Her voice had a tremor of fear she couldn't hide.
Lin Feng let out a cold laugh.
"Professor Qin, a woman as smart as you wouldn't pick a time when other teachers might walk in to talk about this, would you?" He gave her a mocking look. "Weren't you afraid I'd let something slip and the people outside would hear?"
Lin Feng turned and walked to the office door. Under her terrified gaze, he reached out—CLICK. The sound of the lock was sharp and final.
He'd locked the door.
"Now, nobody's coming in."
Lin Feng leaned back against the door, crossing his arms and gesturing toward the desk with his chin.
"Hurry it up, Professor. I'm waiting for my milk."
"If... if I do this, will you delete the video?" she asked, biting her lip in a final, desperate attempt to negotiate.
"No." Lin Feng's answer was blunt, shattering her last bit of hope. "If you do this, I won't post the video to the campus forum or the class group today. That's it."
"You're despicable!" she hissed, her eyes welling up with tears of fury.
"Is there anyone more despicable than a teacher riding her student and taking his cock in her slut-hole?" Lin Feng fired back without a hint of mercy.
Qin Wanrou went dead silent. He had her there. What she had done wasn't exactly "noble" either.
She should have felt nothing but pure shame and rage, but for some reason, as Lin Feng's predatory eyes raked over her, a depraved voice deep inside her was screaming at her to give in.
Do it! Show him those tits! Let him see how big they are, how white they are, how good they feel when they're squeezed! Just do what he says!
She tried to shake the thought, but she knew there was no other way out. Her hands trembled as she reached for the first white button on her chest.
One, two...
As the buttons popped, she pulled her shirt up and back. Her massive, heavy breasts—finally freed from the confinement of the fabric—sprang out. Without a bra, they looked incredibly heavy and supple, hanging in perfect, elastic globes.
She walked to the desk and picked up the cup of cold coffee, her hands shaking from the sheer embarrassment. She leaned over, aiming the tips of her proud, majestic breasts right at the rim of the cup.
She closed her eyes, not daring to look at Lin Feng's expression, and used both hands to squeeze her breasts toward the center. Under the pressure, the soft, snow-white mounds deformed. Thin white streams began to drip-drip into the black coffee, sending white ripples across the dark surface...
Watching this live, uncensored show, Lin Feng felt his throat go bone-dry. He wanted to lung forward right now, replace her hands with his own, and feel that incredible softness for himself.
He'd played with those tits all afternoon yesterday, and it still wasn't enough. That feeling of his fingers sinking into her... that milky scent... it was freaking addictive.