"Fine, you said it!" Lin Feng smirked, a predatory glint of victory flashing in his eyes.
Zhou Xiaomeng knew the real "reward" was about to begin. She gave a small, shaky nod, her legs instinctively spreading wider, offering her hairless, tender slit as a final invitation for the coming storm. But Lin Feng didn't pull the trigger just yet.
Instead, he pulled out his phone and tapped out a quick message.
[Lin Feng: Get Chen Mo to the back window. Make sure he's facing the glass!]
[It's Xiaoya: On it! Consider it done. [OK.jpg]]
Knowing Jiang Xiaoya's efficiency, Lin Feng just smiled. He propped the phone up at the perfect angle to record, then slid his free hand back over that smooth, shorn mound, driving his fingers deep into the pink entrance once again.
This time, he didn't hold back.
His C-Rank "Art of the Inner Chamber" was dialed to the max. One hand climbed up to massage and tease her heavy, soft breasts, while the other worked her hairless slit with expert precision.
The two-pronged assault sent the blood rushing to Xiaomeng's face, pulling shy, breathless moans from her throat. Her skin, white as jade, began to flush.
Those massive, milky breasts—crowned by two red-jewel nipples and perfect pink areolas—stood turgid and erect under his touch.
Lin Feng's hand slid lower to her plump, bare honey-hole. Xiaomeng's thighs were already soaked. He rubbed her damp, hairless petals, hooking his fingers to scrape against the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Her cheeks burned hot as her breath turned into short, jagged gasps. She couldn't help but arch her sexy waist, meeting the rhythm of his fingers.
After working the entrance until she was slicker than ever, he thrust his fingers deep into the scorching "flower room." It was tight, wet, and incredibly warm, the tender walls clamping down on his fingers like a vice.
He began to hook and scoop, plunging in and out with relentless force. Xiaomeng's supple body thrashed as she gasped, "Nngh... mmm... ah...!"
As he drove deeper, her narrow entrance was forced wide. She cried out, her waist rolling in a desperate rhythm. Lin Feng explored the depths until he found that pearl-like bud hidden within the folds. He flicked his nail against the engorged, sensitive nub, squeezing it between his fingers.
Xiaomeng's mouth fell open, but no sound came out—her face turned a deep, intoxicating crimson as her body bucked in short, sharp bursts. A flood erupted from deep within, and when Lin Feng pulled his hand away, his fingers were dripping with her fragrant, girlish essence.
"Mmph! Mmph!" Xiaomeng's eyes nearly popped out of her head. She slammed both hands over her mouth, terrified she'd scream and let the people outside hear everything.
In reality, the car's soundproofing was top-tier; she hadn't even noticed the crowd arriving, so there was no way they could hear her. But Xiaomeng didn't know that. She could only pray to whatever god was listening that when she finally "blew," He Qingqing and the others wouldn't be leaning against the glass.
As Lin Feng's fingers moved faster and faster, Xiaomeng twisted like a mermaid flopping on the sand, helpless and twitching. Suddenly, her back arched violently, and her lower belly began to cramp uncontrollably.
It was time!
In her dazed, unfocused eyes, a flicker of satisfied completion finally shone through. This is it! This is the feeling! It was the kind of pleasure that made you lose your soul, like heaven itself was crashing down on her.
But at that exact, critical moment, a familiar figure appeared outside the window.
It was Chen Mo!
He was standing right in front of the glass, facing the window while talking to Jiang Xiaoya. And there was Xiaomeng, pinned in Lin Feng's arms, legs spread wide, her hairless slit pointed directly at the glass.
From this angle, her most private parts were practically pressed against her boyfriend's face.
What is he doing here?!
The thought barely registered before a wave of "pressure"—thousands of times stronger than anything she'd felt before—erupted like a volcano. It demolished her logic, her shame, and her fear in an instant. Her body jerked, her legs snapping straight in a violent spasm. She nearly jumped right out of Lin Feng's lap.
Sploosh!
A jet of fluid, more powerful than all the previous ones combined, slammed into the glass. Through that one-way privacy screen, it was a direct, "bullseye" hit right where Chen Mo's mouth and nose were.
The flood felt endless, like a dam had burst. Even though the privacy glass meant the fluid was just hitting cold interior plastic and sliding down harmlessly, the mental realization sent a hurricane through Xiaomeng's brain.
I'm in another man's luxury car...
Being toyed with after he shaved me bare...
And now, right in front of my boyfriend, I just "blasted" him in the face with my hairless slit!
The shame was soul-crushing. She wanted to vanish from the face of the earth. But at the same time, the waves of pleasure hitting her were like a lethal drug. She was addicted. She was gone.
Shame and pleasure—two polar opposites—clashed in her mind until they fused into a sick, twisted, ultimate high. She stayed frozen, her hairless slit still twitching against the glass, pulsing out the last few drops of "water" right onto her boyfriend's unsuspecting face while she stared at his oblivious expression.
Finally, the tide receded, leaving tears of regret leaking from the corners of her eyes. Xiaomeng went limp, collapsing into Lin Feng's arms like a pile of wet noodles. She couldn't move a finger. Only her still-shuddering core told the story of what had just happened.
She wheezed for air, her chest heaving, sweat matting her hair to her forehead. Through the window, she saw Chen Mo still talking to Xiaoya, a pathetic, pleasing smile on his face. Meanwhile, Xiaoya kept glancing at the window with a smirk that, to Xiaomeng, looked like pure, mocking contempt.
It's over...
Everything is over...
Xiaomeng felt cold inside. How did I become this? I betrayed Chen Mo... I pissed on his face right in front of him... Even if he doesn't know, I can never go back. But... why... why is there still a tiny part of me that's... looking forward to it? Looking forward to something even worse?
The moment she hit her breaking point, system notifications started screaming in Lin Feng's head!
[Ding! Zhou Xiaomeng reached her peak in front of her boyfriend. Depravity +1. Current Depravity: 100!]
[Ding! Depravity Maxed! Target: Zhou Xiaomeng. New Attribute Unlocked: Broken!]
[Current Broken Value: 1!]
[Broken Weakness: "Doing it in his Face"!]
Lin Feng looked at those words on the system panel and his lip twitched. Damn, this system is getting kinky. That weakness is almost too perfect for the situation.
Before he could even process that, more notifications popped up.
[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for fully corrupting a "Cauldron" for the first time! Reward: Secret Identity — Organization Leader!]
[Organization Name: Apocalypse MCN!]
[Shareholding: 95% (Absolute Control)!]
[Note: Apocalypse MCN is a top-tier influencer incubator in Jiangcheng, ranked top 10 nationwide. It owns a massive roster of top-tier influencers and stars. Please log in to the website to check details!]
An MCN company? Lin Feng's eyebrows shot up. Now that was an interesting reward. But having to check a website for his own company? A bit lazy, isn't it? Where's the memory transplant?!
Then, the final mission popped up.
[Ding! New Mission: Raise any Fairy's "Broken Value" to 20!]
[Reward: 10,000 Spirit Stones! "Destiny Jade Pendant" Ability Expansion!]
[Expansion Detail: Once expanded, the Destiny Jade Pendant can actively create opportunities to trigger a target's Depravity and Broken weaknesses, allowing the Host to "Take Advantage of a Crisis"!]
"Take advantage of a crisis?" Lin Feng wasn't feeling that phrasing. He complained to the system internally.
"Hey, trash system, watch your language. That's a bit derogatory, don't you think? You're on my side! I don't 'take advantage of a crisis'—I 'create my own luck when none is available.' Do you even understand the concept of 'subjective initiative'?"