"So... I should take the picture for him?" Zhou Xiaomeng asked tentatively, her eyes locked onto Chen Mo's face to gauge his reaction.
"Yeah, go for it! Take as many as you want!" Chen Mo waved her off dismissively, a triumphant, "winner's" smile plastered on his face.
"Okay, if you say so!" Xiaomeng flashed him a sweet, obedient smile. She turned around, clutching the massive bouquet of roses, and took a few steps toward the shoreline, away from the rest of the group.
She stole a quick glance back. Everyone's attention was currently hijacked by the stunning sunset over the ocean; they were all busy snapping landscape photos.
Chen Mo even had his back turned to her, hands in his pockets, striking a pose that screamed, "Look how generous and secure I am."
This was it.
Xiaomeng's heart rate spiked again. Carefully, she hooked a corner of her skirt and lifted it just an inch. From behind, it looked like she was simply smoothing out the fabric—totally normal. But from her own perspective, the view beneath the hem was completely exposed.
Using her left hand, she angled the base of the heavy flower bouquet to pin the lifted skirt in place so it wouldn't fall. Her right hand trembled as she raised the phone, aiming the camera down at herself.
Click!
She captured everything from her strained, overflowing panties up to her chest where she held the roses. Taking a deep breath, she hit send.
Back in the dorm, Lin Feng's phone lit up on his bunk. He opened the image, and his pupils constricted instantly.
The composition was a masterpiece. The top half showed a pure, innocent girl hugging a sea of red roses—the flowers almost entirely concealing her impressive chest, leaving just a hint of snowy skin and delicate collarbones visible.
But the bottom half? Total tonal whiplash.
The pleated skirt was hiked up, her long, pale legs pressed tight together in a fit of nerves. That white lace thong—a size too small—was stretched to its limit, clearly outlining the hard, ridged silhouette of the toy buried inside her hairless slit.
Because she was squeezing so hard, the tip of the object was bulging against the fabric, looking like it was about to burst through the lace and slide out at any second.
The contrast between "innocent girl" and "shameful mess" was absolute visual crack.
Lin Feng's body went rigid. Even though he'd just had his fun, he could look at stuff like this all day. Especially since, when he zoomed in, he could see the blurry, pretentious silhouette of that dumbass Chen Mo in the background with his back to the camera!
His woman, taking a photo like this for him, right in front of her official boyfriend's face... This was a bigger rush than actually getting to home base.
Still, Lin Feng wasn't satisfied. He tapped the screen and fired back a message.
[Ferry Me, Not Her: Too blurry. I can't see anything.]
On the beach, Xiaomeng froze. Too blurry? How is that not clear enough?
Does... does Brother Lin Feng want me to take my panties off? Does he want me to show the whole thing... completely exposed?!
The thought made her legs turn to jelly. She could barely stand. Her roommates and her boyfriend were right behind her, and she was supposed to just... reveal her most private parts right here in the open for a photo?
It was insane. It was too much.
But the hesitation only lasted a few seconds. A wave of sick excitement and an unconditional need to please Lin Feng crushed her logic and her shame.
She messied back:
[Mengmeng: Okay! Just a second, Brother!]
She took a ragged breath, her heart pounding so hard she felt it in her throat. She checked one last time—everyone was still distracted by the view. Chen Mo was still in his own world.
No one was looking. This was her only shot.
Her cheeks were scorching, her ears turning a deep shade of pink. Gritting her teeth, she kept the skirt pinned with the flowers and reached down with her right hand. Her fingertips brushed against the tight cotton. Through the thin material, she could feel the exact shape and heat of the object inside her.
A jolt of shame like an electric current raced through her, making her fingers go numb. Stop hesitating! She hardened her heart, hooked the edge of the lace, and yanked the panties down past her hips. As they slid, a thin, silver thread of moisture stretched and snapped.
The lace was pulled down to the top of her thighs. Her slit was now completely unburdened.
In that instant, the cool, salty sea breeze blew directly onto her sensitive, smooth, hairless core.
"Mmph..." She let out a tiny, involuntary whimper.
The sheer vulnerability of being completely exposed to the open air made her brain go blank. The chill was too much for her overstimulated, shorn skin; a fresh wave of honey leaked out, slicking her inner thighs.
She felt like a shorn lamb standing naked in the wilderness, waiting to be found and devoured. The evidence of her "crime" was dangling precariously from her opening—half of it had already slid out, looking like it would fall onto the sand at any moment.
She didn't have time to overthink it. Fighting the weakness in her legs, she raised the phone, trembling as she tried to find the angle.
Just as she was about to hit the shutter, Chen Mo's voice boomed from behind her.
"Mengmeng! You done yet?"
The shout hit her like a lightning strike. She jumped, nearly dropping the phone. "Almost... almost done!" she stammered, her heart nearly stopping.
"Wait, don't take it yet! Let me get in position!" Chen Mo shouted.
Xiaomeng didn't dare turn around. She stared at her phone screen, using the selfie camera like a rearview mirror. She saw Chen Mo walk further down the beach. He raised his arms over his head, curving them into a half-heart shape.
Then, he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Mengmeng! Do the other half of the heart with your hand! Let's link them up!"
Xiaomeng felt like her world was collapsing. In any other situation, a "couples photo" like this would be romantic and sweet. But now?
She was bottomless. Her panties were stuck around her thighs. That thing was slipping out of her, dangling by a thread... and she was supposed to strike a "lovey-dovey" heart pose for a photo?!
It was the most absurd, insulting irony in the world.
And yet, deep inside, a surge of uncontrollable arousal bubbled up. The sheer intensity of the thrill broke what was left of her sanity. Her core flared with heat, and another wave of moisture hit her thighs. She was a complete mess.
"You ready? My arms are getting tired!" Chen Mo urged from afar.
"Yeah... yeah, ready!"
Xiaomeng didn't have a choice. She aimed the camera at herself. With one hand, she formed her half of the heart.
With the other, hidden beneath the drape of her skirt, she used her fingers to frantically shove the slipping toy back into her slit, jamming it deep inside.
The slick sensation and the sudden friction of her own fingers sliding into the opening made her gasp. She almost screamed right then and there.