Zhou Xiaomeng, of course, had no idea Lin Feng was busy bickering with his system. She was still completely submerged in the afterglow of that intense squirt, her body twitching in rhythmic tremors. It has to be... over now, right?
Looking through the window at Chen Mo's face—so close she could almost count his eyelashes—her sense of shame came roaring back.
She instinctively curled into a ball, one hand frantically covering her heavy breasts while the other tried to shield her freshly shorn, leaking slit. She looked like a cornered kitten, desperate to vanish into the upholstery.
"You can't look..." she murmured dizzily. Deep down, she had already accepted that her body belonged to Lin Feng's whims; her own boyfriend didn't even have the right to witness it.
"Relax. Like I said, he can't see a thing," Lin Feng said, his lips curling into a wicked arc. "Don't believe me? Let's test the theory."
Before she could process his words, he hooked his hand under her hips and hoisted her up, prying her legs wide and aiming her core directly at Chen Mo's face once again. Then, his other hand expertly found its way back to her hairless mound.
Lin Feng knew her body too well now. He didn't even need to go inside; just a light, rhythmic friction against her most sensitive spot was enough. Especially now—knowing someone was "watching" her turned her sensitivity up to a terrifying degree.
"Watch this," Lin Feng whispered, his thumb beginning a high-speed blur against her clitoris.
"Mmph!" Xiaomeng bit down hard on her own finger, using the pain to stifle the scream building in her throat. But her body betrayed her, jerking violently.
After that first time, her body had been completely "broken in"—she was like a field of parched earth that turned into a flood at the first sign of rain.
Even though she was still technically a virgin, her physical sensitivity had surpassed even the likes of Qin Wanrou. After barely ten seconds, her body snapped taut.
Squelch!
Another jet of water erupted without warning, slamming hard against the cold glass. The spray shattered against the dark interior, creating a misty fog that gathered into heavy droplets and raced down the window in jagged lines.
[Ding! Zhou Xiaomeng Broken Value +2. Current Broken Value: 3!]
"Only two points?" Lin Feng muttered, unimpressed. He gave her zero time to breathe, his fingers immediately resuming their work.
He had found a new favorite toy, and he wasn't bored yet. Xiaomeng's body grew more reactive with every passing second; eventually, all he had to do was graze her and she'd trigger her "Water Style" jutsu instantly. However, as the frequency increased, the flow became weaker, turning into a shallow trickle.
She was clearly dehydrating. Her lips were parched and cracked, hanging open as she let out tiny, kitten-like gasps. The efficiency of the "Broken" stat was dropping, too—moving from +2 to +1, and sometimes taking several cycles just to budge.
Finally, after some relentless effort, her Broken Value sat at a solid 12.
Time to get serious, Lin Feng thought.
He stripped off his remaining clothes with efficient speed. He reached into the car's mini-fridge, pulled out a bottle of chilled juice, and pressed it to Xiaomeng's lips. She drank like a traveler dying in the desert, gulping down over half the bottle in one go. As the cold liquid hit her system, a faint flush of color returned to her pale face.
"I'm coming in," Lin Feng's voice carried a hint of dark playfulness. "And per your request... I'm going to fuck you to death."
He grabbed her slender ankles, prying her exhausted legs apart. He pulled her toward him and leaned down.
Using the abundance of fluid from her multiple squirts as lubricant, the massive head of his cock pressed against her untouched, hairless virgin slit. He nudged aside the protective folds and forced his way into the tight tunnel that was only meant to accommodate a single finger.
"Mmph!" Xiaomeng's eyes flew wide. An unprecedented sensation of tearing and fullness surged through her. It felt like a white-hot iron rod was splitting her apart; the sheer, stretching ache made her shudder.
"Big Brother... is inside..." She instinctively tried to wrap her legs around his waist to ground herself against the impact, but she was so drained that her limbs only twitched before falling back down.
"Chen Mo... is still right there..." Her hairless slit took the heavy, rhythmic plunges as the car rocked.
Every thrust was deep and powerful; every withdrawal dragged out a mix of fluids and a few faint streaks of virgin blood. Her vacant eyes remained locked on her boyfriend's oblivious face just inches away on the other side of the glass.
Lin Feng stopped talking and let his actions speak. He spread her legs even wider toward Chen Mo, looking down to watch his rod disappear into her tight core.
The shame of being taken right in front of her boyfriend sent a lightning bolt of arousal through her; she hit a climax almost instantly, her entire frame vibrating.
He didn't stop for the climax. He kept the momentum going. Xiaomeng gripped the leather seats, arching her waist to endure the onslaught. Her hairless slit was tight, tender, and slick.
Lin Feng hammered his lower body forward, his hard rod slamming against her cervix.
The friction against the mucous membranes felt incredible. He gripped her bouncing breasts, kneading them roughly as he vented his lust on Chen Mo's girlfriend.
The temperature inside the car skyrocketed. The white bra hanging on the headrest began to sway in a steady, haunting rhythm—a silent metronome for the act. Condensation from the juice bottle began to race down its sides, leaving a wet puddle on the seat.
Xiaomeng bit her lip until it bled to keep from making a sound. But the peak was too high. She gave up all mental resistance, her smooth hips twisting to help Lin Feng's massive intruder reach deeper. Finally, she broke.
"Ah... ah... I can't... I'm done... please... don't stop..."
In her blurred mind, the image of her boyfriend Chen Mo dissolved, replaced by Lin Feng's wicked, clear, lust-filled face.
It shattered into a thousand shards of light. Her pale, plump ass thrust forward instinctively; her waist shook as if her soul were traveling through different realms before finally settling in a world of pure ecstasy.
Her pink, hairless slit clamped down in a spasm. Waves of crystal-clear fluid gushed out as she finally let out a long, high-pitched, joyful scream of release. She felt warm, as if she were melting into the seat. Time stopped.
Lin Feng felt her cervix sucking on the head of his cock like a hungry mouth. He knew she was peaking. Sure enough, a thick, scalding flood of essence sprayed from deep within her onto his glans. She had reached a monumental climax.
Lin Feng was right behind her; every one of her melodic cries pushed him closer to the edge.
He hammered into her, his rod relentless. Beneath him, Xiaomeng twisted in rhythm, her breasts swaying wildly as she clung to him.
Her fingernails left long, red streaks down his back, and her teeth sank into his shoulder in a frenzy of pleasure.
Lin Feng threw his head back and launched into a final, brutal offensive.
With her core flooded with fluids, the friction was perfectly smooth. He began to use his full range of motion—all the way out, all the way in—for dozens of rounds before switching to short, lightning-fast vibratory thrusts. The muscles in his lower back and glutes bunched and flared as he tore through her petals.
Xiaomeng's face was a mess of sweat and saliva. Her cheeks were burning hot, but the "storm" inside her was only getting more violent. She felt like his rod was a pillar of fire, burning her honey-hole from the inside out, sending waves of heat through her entire body. She twitched uncontrollably. "It itches... mmm... so good..."
She no longer cared that Chen Mo was right there. The fire was spreading from her belly to her toes. Her ten toes curled tight with effort, then snapped open with every new shock of pleasure. Sweat poured from her forehead and neck, soaking the leather beneath her.
Outside the window, Chen Mo's face started to blur and warp in her vision, drifting in and out of focus like a camera lens.
Outside, Chen Mo and Jiang Xiaoya were still chatting away.
"Is that right? So Mengmeng has been skimping on food just to work a part-time job?" Chen Mo looked heartbroken after hearing Xiaoya's "explanation." "No wonder... no wonder she had the money to buy me that gaming laptop! I thought..."
"Exactly. So if she doesn't pick up your calls right away or answer texts, she's probably just working." Xiaoya looked at his touched expression and sneered internally, though her voice remained sweet. "And since it's part-time, it's usually after class or late at night. It's tough. I think you should be more understanding and give her some private space."
"Of course! I totally get it!" Chen Mo nodded vigorously, pride swelling in his chest. "Mengmeng has always been a good girl. She's not vain or money-hungry like the others. I trust her completely. I see stories online about girls cheating all the time, but I never worry about Mengmeng doing something like that!"
As he spoke, Chen Mo instinctively reached out and rested his hand on the chassis of the Yangwang U8.
Almost the exact moment his palm touched the metal, the entire vehicle gave a violent, upward jolt! And the rhythm of the rocking was strange—it wasn't a side-to-side sway, but a heavy, downward pounding, as if a massive force was slamming into the floorboards from inside.