"Oh?" Lin Feng froze for a split second, then looked down at the wet stains and the mess in the trunk. His lips curled into a wicked, predatory smirk.
"So you have this attribute too? Getting watched by others makes you blow a fuse? Tsk, tsk... you really are a little pervert, aren't you? You haven't stopped spraying since we started!"
He leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over Zhou Xiaomeng's ear as he whispered, "I thought I was the one playing you, but it turns out you were using me for the thrill! I guess it's true what they say: the best hunters always appear in the form of prey."
"No! I'm not!" Zhou Xiaomeng covered her leaking, hairless honey-hole in absolute mortification. She shook her head violently, her body twisting in a desperate attempt to break free.
Because her struggle was so frantic, the entire heavy frame of the SUV gave a rhythmic, noticeable rock.
"Huh?" Outside the car, He Qingqing's movements froze. Is someone in there? Did the car just move? She stopped her makeup routine and stared suspiciously at the pitch-black windows for a long moment.
The car didn't move again.
"Must be my imagination," Qingqing muttered to herself, leaning back in to check her eyeliner one last time. Finally satisfied with her touch-up, she turned around and waved frantically at a group of people approaching from the distant beach. "Hey! Over here! There's a luxury car parked right here—we can use it as a backdrop for photos. It'll look amazing!"
At that moment, Jiang Xiaoya was walking with the group, her head down as she typed out a status report to Lin Feng on her phone.
There were six of them in total. Chen Mo led the way with two other guys, while on the girls' side, there was Jiang Xiaoya, He Qingqing, and another roommate.
"It's not our car. It's probably not a good idea to take pictures with it," Chen Mo said hesitantly, eyeing the aggressive stance of the Yangwang U8.
"So what!" Xiaoya immediately shot him down with a laugh. "The owner isn't even here. Even if they show up, they can just drive away. We aren't hurting anything! Come on, come on!"
Though she hadn't seen Lin Feng's new ride in person yet, seeing a top-tier luxury beast parked in such a remote corner of Lover's Beach made it obvious. Lin Feng was definitely inside.
And more than likely... that little bitch Zhou Xiaomeng was in there too.
Fucking his girlfriend right in front of the boyfriend's face?! Big Brother really knows how to play. This is insane! A sickly wave of excitement surged through Xiaoya. That little slut Xiaomeng usually acts so pure in front of me, but look at her now. She's probably been turned into a total mess by Big Brother!
She desperately wanted to see Xiaomeng's depraved state with her own eyes. The thought of her being toyed with like that made Xiaoya feel a strange sense of relief. Hmph, once I have this leverage over her, she'll have to keep her head down around me. Let's see her try to act high and mighty now!
With a spark of mischief, Xiaoya beckoned Chen Mo over. Her voice was just loud enough for the others to catch: "Chen Mo, come here for a sec. I have a secret about Mengmeng!"
"A secret about Mengmeng?" Chen Mo's eyes lit up instantly. He practically trotted over like a loyal dog.
Meanwhile, inside the car...
Zhou Xiaomeng had been completely stripped of her top. Her snow-white cotton bra was hanging lonely from the front seat headrest, swaying slightly in the breeze from the AC.
Lin Feng's legs were like iron clamps, pinning her thighs wide so she couldn't close them even a fraction of an inch. She was forced to maintain her most shameful posture. One of his large hands was shamelessly kneading her massive breasts, squeezing the soft mounds into various shapes.
His other hand was already deep in the "mud," wreaking havoc on the freshly shorn, hairless slit.
Even worse, Lin Feng was leaning down, locking Zhou Xiaomeng in a fierce, messy tongue-lock. He pried her pearly teeth apart, his tongue surging deep to plunder every bit of sweetness in her mouth. Saliva, a mix of both their breaths, flowed steadily from Lin Feng's mouth into hers.
She didn't even have the chance to resist; she could only swallow instinctively amidst the suffocation.
Their tongues danced frantically with a wet, squelching sound. Trails of excess fluid leaked from the corners of her flushed mouth, sliding down her chin and dripping onto her reddened, squeezed breasts like clear crystals.
Every time Xiaomeng's body tensed up, teetering on the edge of a climax, Lin Feng would intentionally stop. He'd rub her in unimportant spots just enough to keep her simmering but never letting her boil over. It was pure agony.
Once he felt her ragged breathing steady just a little, he'd plunge back in from a more wicked angle with even more force, stirring up a storm once again. After a few rounds of this, Xiaomeng's sanity had reached its absolute limit.
She looked like she'd just been fished out of a river. Her face was so flushed it looked like it might bleed. Her once-clear eyes were completely unfocused, covered in a thick mist of lust. She stared helplessly at the ceiling of the car, her pupils vacant. Her lips were swollen and red from the kissing, and her breath came in broken, sharp hitches she couldn't suppress.
Her body twisted with a primal craving, her lower belly arching upward in a silent plea. She radiated a heavy, overripe scent of unfulfilled desire. She had completely succumbed; her logic had been washed away by the tide of lust, leaving only raw instinct.
"Want it?" Lin Feng whispered, his hot breath hitting the shell of her ear. His voice was raspy and full of temptation.
"Mmm... Brother... Mengmeng hurts... it's too much..." Xiaomeng twisted her body aimlessly, her voice so sweet and syrupy it could have melted. There was a faint sob in her tone.
"Then beg me!" Lin Feng smirked, savoring her total collapse.
"Please... Brother..." Her voice was barely a mosquito's hum. The shame made it almost impossible to speak.
"Beg me for what?" Lin Feng played dumb, his finger circling her most sensitive spot without giving her the release she craved.
"I... I don't know how to say it..." Xiaomeng was on the verge of tears from the frustration, her body thrashing more violently. She was at the end of her rope.
"Then I'll teach you!" Lin Feng's grin turned even more malicious. "Say: 'Please, fuck me to death!'"
As he said it, his other hand pulled out his phone. He skillfully opened the camera app, pointing the black lens directly at her dazed, messy face.
"Please... please... fuck me to death!"
Xiaomeng didn't care about anything anymore. Those five shameful words felt like a lifeline. She felt a fire burning inside her that only he could extinguish. As long as he satisfied that itch, she'd do anything! Even if the words were disgusting, even if the camera was recording—she was past the point of caring!