Lin Feng watched her acting all innocent and carefree, leaning back against the car door to just soak it in.
Honestly, watching someone else's girlfriend smile this hard over a few small favors from him... it was a totally different rush than just picking up some random girl. This was a cocktail of conquest, plunder, and absolute control.
Especially when he thought about the fact that some poor simp was out there right now, working like a dog to set up a "surprise," while his girl was right here, showing off her most innocent, unguarded side to another man. And in a few minutes, he'd be staring down at her slit while giving her a "custom trim."
That contrast—that feeling of crossing the line—fed his ego in the best way possible. This wasn't just about sex anymore; it was the thrill of snatching the most precious prize right out of another man's hands.
While he was enjoying this "beauty by the water" view, his phone buzzed. It was a text from Jiang Xiaoya.
[It's Xiaoya~]: Reporting in, Big Brother! Chen Mo just got us to the main gate of Lover's Beach! He bought a ton of stuff—roses, candles, even a little cake! Right now he's ordering two guys around to help him haul it all toward the reef area on the east side! [Image]
Xiaoya sent a candid shot. In the photo, Chen Mo was wearing a washed-out, faded T-shirt, drenched in sweat as he barked orders at two other guys, clutching a huge bouquet of roses wrapped in tacky cellophane.
He's got help? Lin Feng realized Chen Mo was a Finance major, so those were probably his classmates. Knowing Chen Mo, he wasn't the type to have "henchmen."
It looked more like he'd used Xiaoya and the other girls from the dorm as bait to lure in these two potential simps from the Finance department. The guys were hauling gear, but their eyes never left Xiaoya.
[Lin Feng]: Got it.
[It's Xiaoya~]: They're moving like snails. It'll probably take them over an hour to reach the east side! He Jingjing already rode a shared bike ahead to scout a spot. I'm with the main group, I'll keep you posted.
[Lin Feng]: Cool. Let me know when they're close.
Tucking his phone away, Lin Feng turned his gaze back to Zhou Xiaomeng. She was crouching by the water like a little kid, splashing the waves and having the time of her life.
Because she was squatting, her skirt had ridden up high, and her rounded, perky little butt looked incredible under the fading glow of the sunset.
It was time.
Lin Feng's long legs ate up the distance as he walked toward her. Hearing footsteps, Xiaomeng turned around, her smile turning even sweeter when she saw him.
"Big Brother, the water feels so cool!"
"You like it?" Lin Feng stood over her, looking down.
"Yeah! I love it!" she nodded emphatically.
"Glad you like it. But we've got something more important to do than play in the water."
"Something more important?" She blinked, looking totally clueless.
Lin Feng didn't answer. He just leaned down and swept her off her feet in a bridal carry. Her body was soft and supple in his arms, smelling like that signature girlish fragrance. She didn't weigh much, but she felt substantial as she filled his embrace.
"Ah!" Xiaomeng let out a tiny shriek, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.
The sudden princess-carry made her heart skip a beat. Lin Feng looked down to see her shyly burying her face in his chest, her small, smooth feet curling up in nerves. Her toes were clenched tight—cute and tempting. After a second, she couldn't help but peek up at him with those watery eyes, a mix of fear and hidden anticipation.
"Big Brother, you..." Her voice was barely a whisper.
This was the first time she'd been held like this by a man. Lin Feng's arms were solid and powerful; she could feel the hard contours of his muscles even through his clothes. It was a heavy hit of pure masculinity.
She knew deep down that if this man wanted to do anything to her—like pin her to the seat and force her legs apart—she wouldn't have the strength to put up a fight.
The thought made her body tense up. She was scared, yeah, but deep in her gut, a shameful sense of expectation was starting to go wild. If he actually forced me... then it wouldn't really be "cheating," right?
"Back to the car," Lin Feng said, turning toward the U8 sitting silently on the sand. He leaned in, his warm breath tickling her ear. "Time to follow through on that promise."
"What promise?" She started to ask, but then she remembered the razor in the glove box. Her face went from pink to a scorched, deep red all the way to her ears.
He wants to do it now? Here at the beach?!
Her heart was hammering against her ribs like it was trying to escape. She buried her face in his chest, not daring to look him in the eye, but her body betrayed her as she clung to him even tighter. Yeah, she was ready.
Lin Feng didn't go to the side door. He carried her straight to the back. He hit a button, and the U8's massive side-opening tailgate hummed open. He carefully set her down on the floor of the trunk.
As she lay there, Xiaomeng realized with a start that the back seats had been folded completely flat, merging with the trunk into a huge, level space. It was covered with a thick, soft gray mat that felt like a mobile king-sized bed.
Lin Feng went to the front, grabbed the brand-new razor and the can of shaving cream, and climbed into the back with her. He reached back and—THUD—slammed the tailgate shut.
The light in the cabin dimmed instantly, save for a few stray beams of sunset filtering through the tinted glass. Lying on that makeshift "bed," Xiaomeng's face was burning all the way down to her neck.
Seeing the gleaming razor and the shaving cream in his hands was too much; she covered her face with her hands and curled her legs up instinctively, as if she could hide from what was coming.
What she didn't realize was that her shy, curled-up pose was the ultimate bait. As her legs tucked in, her already tiny skirt slid all the way up to her waist.