This... this was too much! It was beyond humiliating!
Yet, the second that thought crossed her mind, a wave of unspeakable, forbidden adrenaline surged from deep within her—a toxic mix of guilt, betrayal, and absolute ecstasy.
"Also," Lin Feng's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts, "go get a haircut. Short. Your hair was too long; back there, it kept getting stuck to your face and messing with the vibe."
"Oh... okay." Zhou Xiaomeng nodded almost instinctively.
She knew she wasn't in a position to say no. Whether it was the scratch-off ticket that started her downward spiral, or being forced to chop off the long hair she'd spent years growing—or even showing up to meet Chen Mo with that shameful "plug" still inside her...
Every bit of it was part of Lin Feng's "makeover."
He wasn't just changing her look; he was rebuilding her psychology and her triggers to fit his personal taste. He was treating her like a doll he'd played with as a kid, dressing her up exactly how he wanted.
And she was the doll—his personal, living sex toy to be used and styled at his whim.
"Put these on." Lin Feng grabbed a shopping bag from the passenger seat and tossed it into the back.
Zhou Xiaomeng opened it to find a brand-new outfit. It was a "pure-yet-suggestive" ensemble—a cream-colored knit cardigan paired with a matching pleated mini-skirt. He'd even thought of the lingerie and shoes.
She scrambled to change in the cramped backseat. When she finished, her entire aura had shifted. She looked innocent, but with a lingering, subtle sexiness—the exact "innocent-hot" look that was trending everywhere.
"Turn around. let me see," Lin Feng commanded.
Zhou Xiaomeng obediently turned to face him. Lin Feng nodded, satisfied; this style definitely suited her "innocent girl" face better. His gaze traveled down to the pleated skirt, and suddenly, he reached out and flipped the hem up.
"Ah!" Zhou Xiaomeng gasped, instinctively trying to cover herself, but she was too slow.
Lin Feng's eyes locked onto her new white lace panties without a shred of modesty.
"Looks like I bought a size too small," he commented, sounding amused. "It's tight enough to show the whole shape of your slit."
He was right. Because they were undersized, the fabric stretched taut against her skin, clearly outlining her folds and making her look incredibly full and inviting.
"It's slipping. Let me fix it." Before she could react, Lin Feng's fingers reached out. Through the thin layer of lace, he shoved the tampon back in, pushing hard against her opening.
"Ngh!" Zhou Xiaomeng's entire body locked up. A massive jolt of electricity exploded from that single point, racing through her nerves.
Her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed onto the backseat, letting out a helpless, melodic moan. Being pushed like that made the tampon feel like it had gone an inch deeper. That feeling of being stretched and stuffed, mixed with the shame of his touch, left her brain completely blank.
"Alright, out of the car." Lin Feng withdrew his hand, giving her thigh a firm squeeze. He then led the weak-kneed girl into a high-end hair salon.
The stylist greeted them warmly. "What are we doing today, gorgeous? With hair like yours, anything will look amazing!"
Zhou Xiaomeng instinctively looked at Lin Feng, her eyes silently asking for his lead.
Lin Feng leaned back on the salon sofa and said flatly, "Short. Cut it to the ears, and give the ends some layers."
"Okay!" Zhou Xiaomeng immediately told the stylist. "Do exactly what he said."
"Wow, your boyfriend has great taste!" the stylist chirped while prepping the tools.
Zhou Xiaomeng flushed. She wanted to snap back that he wasn't her boyfriend, but the words died in her throat. Moreover, hearing someone praise Lin Feng gave her a secret thrill, as if his "glory" belonged to her too.
"Thanks," she finally murmured, looking down with a sweet smile.
"Actually, you really suit short hair. You're gonna look like a celebrity!" The stylist continued chatting over the sound of the scissors. "It's rare to see a couple so in love these days. You're so obedient to him—he must really spoil you!"
Those words felt like needles pricking Zhou Xiaomeng's heart. She was in total agony because Chen Mo—the one who actually spoiled her, loved her, and was currently waiting for her at the beach—was her boyfriend on paper. Yet, at the same time, she felt a hidden joy.
She liked hearing people say good things about Lin Feng. She liked that people saw them as a pair... almost as if her real boyfriend actually was this dominant, powerful man who treated her like a toy.
As the scissors went snip-snip, locks of her dark hair fluttered to the floor. When the stylist finally put down the blow dryer, a complete stranger stared back at her from the mirror.
The fresh, sharp, chestnut-brown bob made her face look even smaller and more delicate, making her "swan neck" look longer. Paired with the outfit, she looked like a model straight out of a magazine—pure, high-class, and carrying an undetectable hint of seduction.
She was stunned by the transformation.
"Not bad." Lin Feng stood up, walked behind her, and inspected his "work" through the mirror. He nodded in approval. He rested his hand naturally on her shoulder, his fingertips grazing her newly exposed neck and the fresh ends of her hair.
Zhou Xiaomeng shivered. Seeing Lin Feng's deep, intense eyes in the mirror made her heart race uncontrollably. This man could play her heartstrings like a fiddle with just one simple gesture.
"Let's go," Lin Feng said, heading to the counter to pay. Zhou Xiaomeng followed him closely, like a devoted little wife.
After paying, Lin Feng hailed a cab for her to the beach while he headed back to his dorm.
Half an hour later, at the seaside park.
The moment Zhou Xiaomeng stepped out of the cab, she saw the elaborately decorated spot on the sand. Balloons, ribbons, and a heart made of candles. Chen Mo was in the center of the crowd, frantically directing his classmates—Jiang Xiaoya was right there with them.
"Xiaomeng! You're here!" Chen Mo spotted her first and ran over, beaming.
But as he got closer and saw her clearly, the smile froze on his face.
"Xiaomeng... your... your hair? Why did you cut it?" His voice was full of shock and a hint of disappointment he couldn't quite hide.
Zhou Xiaomeng knew Chen Mo worshipped her waist-length hair. She'd kept it long for years mostly because of him.
"Doesn't it look good?" she asked, playing dumb while ruffling her short locks. "I just wanted to try a new look."
What Chen Mo didn't know was that his "favorite" long hair had been used in the car by Lin Feng to wipe himself off before being tossed aside like trash.