"Don't hold it back. React exactly how you feel," Lin Feng's voice carried a hypnotic, predatory charm. "Keeping it bottled up like that... doesn't it just make it hurt more?" As he spoke, his thumb intentionally circled her clitoris, pressing down with firm, deliberate strokes.
"Nngh... ah...!" That was the final blow to Zhou Xiaomeng's defenses.
She couldn't hold it in any longer. Her head snapped back, her teeth still clamped deathly tight onto her skirt, but her throat betrayed her with a string of uncontrollable, ragged gasps. She gulped for air, her consciousness starting to blur.
It was happening again... that sensation where the world goes white and your soul feels like it's being ripped from your body. It was coming!
Her glazed eyes looked through the window at the golden sunset and the deserted beach. Here she was, in the back of a luxury SUV, being pushed to her absolute limit by a man giving her a "scratch-off." She couldn't take it—she finally snapped.
A violent tremor racked her core, and a powerful jet of fluid erupted, spraying across the trunk and splashing all the way onto the rear window.
It took twenty seconds for the geyser to finally taper off.
The foam he'd so carefully applied was completely washed away by her first-ever squirt.
Looks like he'd have to start over.
However, just as the spray was finishing, her body gave a violent jolt. The last few pulses became stuttered and uneven. Her eyes snapped wide, her pupils shrinking in terror as if she'd just seen a ghost!
"Brother, wait! Please... please stop!" Xiaomeng's voice was thick with panic. She spat out her skirt and reached out a trembling hand, grabbing Lin Feng's wrist just as he was about to dive back into her soaking wet, messy slit.
"What now?" Lin Feng looked up, clearly annoyed. He'd been planning on tasting her first squirt, but before he could, he followed her terrified gaze toward the window.
There, standing right outside the glass, was a girl!
She looked wholesome, with her hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, and she was leaning in, peering curiously at the back window. From her angle, she was looking right at Lin Feng's foam-covered hand as it worked between Xiaomeng's legs!
"Qingqing?!" Once Xiaomeng recognized the face, her soul nearly left her body. She turned as white as a sheet.
It was her roommate, He Qingqing! What the hell was she doing here?!
"Relax," Lin Feng's voice was eerily calm. He didn't even lift his hand. "This is one-way privacy glass. The light is so bright outside that even with her face pressed against it, she can't see a thing. As long as you stay quiet, you're fine."
Without missing a beat, he grabbed her fallen skirt and roughly shoved it back into her mouth, using his finger to poke it in deep to make sure she bit down hard.
"Mmph!" Xiaomeng let out a pathetic, whimpering sob, looking like a bullied kitten that didn't dare fight back. Her legs instinctively tried to snap shut to hide her shameful state, but she didn't dare disobey Lin Feng. She stayed frozen in that wide-open, vulnerable pose.
She could perfectly imagine He Qingqing outside, staring right at them, while she sat there being toyed with by a man using shaving cream. The sheer level of humiliation and stress made her brain short-circuit.
And yet, in the middle of all that terror, she realized with horror that her body's reaction was only getting more intense. She felt like she was going to burst again. The area where the foam met her skin felt slicker, heavier, and more sensitive than ever.
Why... why am I actually getting a thrill out of this? Am I... am I a total freak deep down? The thought filled her with a sense of pure despair.
While her mind raced, Lin Feng picked up the brand-new razor. The cold metal blade touched her burning skin. He didn't hesitate for a second. Ignoring the "spectator" outside, he followed the grain of her skin and began to shave with methodical, steady strokes.
The blade was lethal. Everywhere it passed, the foam and the soft hair vanished, leaving behind skin as smooth as polished marble. Lin Feng moved slowly, like a master sculptor working on his magnum opus. He was meticulous, hitting every single corner.
For Xiaomeng, every second was pure torture. She could feel the icy, sharp drag of the blade across her most delicate flesh. Every stroke felt like it was dancing on her raw nerve endings. Even worse, she could see He Qingqing's face through the glass—she was right there.
Oh god! She's looking! She sees everything! She sees a man using a razor on me! Xiaomeng felt her head spin; she was seconds away from fainting.
But just as she hit the peak of her despair, she saw He Qingqing pull a lipstick out of her bag. She started carefully applying it, using the car window as a mirror.
She was just touching up her makeup!
Xiaomeng's heart, which had been in her throat, finally dropped back into her chest. But the feeling of being "watched" by her roommate while a man shaved her pussy was still enough to drive her insane. With Lin Feng's precision work on one side and her roommate's makeup session on the other, the double-stimulation wiped her mind blank. Her senses were magnified a thousandfold.
She bit down on her skirt until her jaw ached, her body arching like a bow. Her toes curled in a mix of agony and unbearable pleasure until she couldn't hold it anymore—she sprayed again. This second geyser slammed right into the glass where He Qingqing was doing her makeup. If that window hadn't been there, the girl would have gotten a face full of it.
Finally, after two squirts and a lifetime of tension, Lin Feng stopped. He grabbed a wet wipe and carefully cleared away the leftover foam and hair. A brand-new, hairless, and slightly flushed slit was revealed. Compared to the "before" photo, it was unrecognizable.
"There. Look at that. Much cleaner, right?" Lin Feng admired his handiwork before patting her thigh.
Xiaomeng finally spat out her skirt, gasping for air. She looked down in shame. Just one look made her face turn even redder than before. It was... bald. Smooth as a peeled egg. It felt weird, foreign, and incredibly embarrassing, but she could see those pink petals and her little pearl so clearly now.
Outside, He Qingqing finished her lipstick and pulled out an eyeliner. She was clearly trying to look her best for those two guys from the Finance department.
"See? Told you she couldn't see anything," Lin Feng teased.
He suddenly wrapped his arms around Xiaomeng from behind, cupping the base of her thighs and sliding her body forward toward the rear window.
"No... don't!" Xiaomeng was so scared she squirted a third time. Her head shook violently, and the fluid kept pumping out until it felt like the trunk was going to flood.
But her resistance and her spray meant nothing to Lin Feng. Her freshly shorn, hairless slit was pushed right up against the glass, mere inches from He Qingqing's face while she focused on her eyeliner. In that tiny gap, her muscles spasmed again, sending a final jet against the glass right in front of her roommate's eyes.
Qingqing didn't flinch. She just kept drawing her eyeliner.
Xiaomeng was beyond mortified. The feeling of spraying all over her roommate's face—even with the glass in the way—was the most shameful thing she'd ever experienced. And yet, the thrill was undeniable.
Drip...
Drip...
Under the weight of the extreme tension and stimulation, she lost control again. A single drop of fluid slid down and hit the mat beneath her, blooming into a dark, tell-tale stain.