He managed to keep his cool and hold back, staying firmly planted with his back against the door.
This was school, after all.
If some oblivious teacher came back for something they forgot, or if a supervisor showed up with a master key, being at the door gave him at least a few seconds of reaction time.
If anyone caught a prestigious counselor doing this in front of a male student, not only would Qin Wanrou be finished, but he'd be socially dead right along with her.
As Qin Wanrou's fingers applied rhythmic pressure, accompanied by faint squelching sounds, streams of milk splashed from her nipples into the cup, slowly swirling into the black coffee.
The deep, dark liquid gradually lightened into an inviting latte shade.
A peculiar scent began to waft through the air—a mix of rich coffee aroma and a sweet, musky creaminess that was distinctly different from cow's milk.
[Ding! Qin Wanrou added "milk" to the coffee in front of a student. Depravity Value +5! Current: 80 points!]
The system notification chiming in his head made Lin Feng's smirk widen.
"Is... is this enough?"
Qin Wanrou's hands were still cupping her own heavy breasts, with a few stray, glistening droplets still clinging to her nipples. She looked up at Lin Feng with a gaze full of resentment and hidden longing. The cup was nearly full.
"Yeah, that'll do."
Lin Feng nodded with satisfaction and strode over to her. Before she could even blink, he reached out and clamped both hands onto her, his fingers digging deep into the plush, snow-white mounds.
"Mmph!"
His fingers sank into that unbelievable softness, and he couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.
Damn! This is the real deal!
It's not always "the bigger the better"—different sizes have different perks—but a pair this massive that's actually lactating? That was a rare find.
"Nngh...!"
The sudden assault sent a flush to her cheeks, and her eyes fluttered shut instinctively. Her body swayed slightly as Lin Feng ruthlessly kneaded her chest. That familiar wave of pleasure hit her, a mix of love and hate as the tingles surged through her nervous system. She didn't fight it; if anything, she seemed to be getting into it.
Seeing her acting like she was his for the taking, Lin Feng got even bolder.
While one hand continued to wreck that incredible softness, his other hand slid behind her neck to steady her head. He leaned in close, his hot breath hitting the sensitive curve of her ear, making her shudder. Then, he let his wet, warm tongue trace the edge of her earlobe.
"Remember," Lin Feng whispered in a magnetic, commanding tone, "I want my 'breakfast milk' prepared like this every single day. If I ever miss a morning... I'll just have to come here and drink it straight from the source. Got it?"
Those words, combined with the electric sensation on her ear, completely bypassed her logic and slammed into her "depravity" center.
It was so shameful! How could he demand something so over-the-top?! But... why did it feel so damn exciting? A surge of heat hit her lower belly and traveled straight to her "honey-pot," making her legs go weak and her folds grow slick and sticky. She could barely stand.
The rush of corruption drowned out her reason. Without even thinking, she blurted out, "Okay."
[Ding! Qin Wanrou agreed to a shameful demand. Depravity Value +5! Current: 85 points!]
Nice. We're climbing again! Lin Feng cheered internally.
Just then, his ears caught the sound of footsteps in the hallway—two women laughing and chatting. Sounded like counselors from another department.
Qin Wanrou heard it too and turned pale, her body going stiff as a board.
Lin Feng didn't panic. He gave her tits one last firm squeeze, then gave them two quick slaps—smack, smack—like he was playing with a pair of tetherballs. The way that flesh jiggled was a sight to behold.
He let go, grabbed the cup of "Special Blend Latte" that was still warm with her body heat, and headed for the door. Qin Wanrou snapped out of her daze, buttoning her shirt with record-breaking speed. She straightened her hair, sat primly in her chair, and put on her most serious "professional" face.
The footsteps were right outside now.
"Understood, Professor Qin! I'll head out then!"
Lin Feng raised his voice just enough to mask the subtle click of the door being unlocked. He pulled the door open and walked out with total confidence.
Sure enough, two young female counselors were standing there with takeout bags.
"Morning, professors!" Lin Feng nodded at them, cool as a cucumber, and brushed past.
"Whoa, is that the 'one-and-only' guy from the Chinese Lit department? He actually is pretty hot!" one of them, a Professor Wang, whispered with a giggle while watching him walk away.
"Tell me about it. If my class had a hottie like that, I'd be calling him in for 'private meetings' every day!" the other one, Professor Li, chimed in.
They were both fresh grads who'd stayed on as staff, only about three or four years older than Lin Feng, so they still had that playful student vibe.
Inside the office, Qin Wanrou overheard them and rolled her eyes, trying to stay composed. "Alright, you two, stop being thirsty. He's got a dozen girls in his own class eyeing him; you don't stand a chance. Besides, dating a student? Do you guys not want to keep your jobs or what?"
Being their senior, her words carried some weight.
"Aw, let a girl dream. If my future husband is that handsome, I'd gladly quit and stay home just to pop out babies for him every year!" Professor Wang joked.
"Every year? Wow, you're hungry!" Professor Li teased.
"Enough! Keep it professional. If a student hears you, it'll look bad!" Qin Wanrou warned them sternly.
But under the desk, her black-stockinged legs were clamped tight, rubbing her sensitive petals together. She couldn't stop thinking about yesterday afternoon—the feeling of riding Lin Feng's rod. Only he had reached those deepest, untouched parts of her... and left his warm essence behind.
Just the thought made her belly feel tight and hot. She instinctively touched the area just below her navel, reminiscing about that heavy, aching, beautifully "filled" sensation.
Damn it... Her body was already hooked on him. The realization filled her with a terrifying, delicious mix of panic and shame.
Meanwhile, at the bus stop by the main gate.
Zhou Xiaomeng was dressed for a day out: a tight white short-sleeved T-shirt and a white tennis skirt that screamed "youthful energy." She had a high-end designer bag slung over her shoulder, the thin strap cutting deep into the valley of her chest, making her cleavage look even more massive and plush. With every breath she took, her breasts rose and fell with an incredible, bouncy elasticity.
Zhou Xiaomeng looks like a total snack today! Should Lin Feng show up and take her straight to the car dealership, or should he tease her a bit first to see if she's still thinking about the "non-boyfriend" fantasies from the dorm?