She gritted her teeth, pushing through the bizarre sensations, and quickly snapped a photo before hitting send.
[Ding! Zhou Xiaomeng took an exposed photo while acting lovey-dovey with her boyfriend in public. Broken Value +1. Current Value: 22!]
Immediately after, she shouted to Chen Mo in the distance, "That one didn't line up right! Let's do it again!"
"Alright, alright! Just hurry up, my arms are killing me!" Chen Mo called back. He sounded a bit annoyed, but he held the pose nonetheless.
Xiaomeng used the few seconds of breathing room to frantically pull up her soaked panties and straighten her skirt. Once she looked pristine again, she flashed a sweet, flawless smile and held up her half of the heart. Click! She snapped the second one.
She sent both photos to "Deliver Me, Not Her" and then, with lightning-fast thumbs, deleted the shameful first photo and the entire chat history.
Only after cleaning the digital crime scene did she turn around to face Chen Mo, her heart hammering against her ribs.
"Got it? Let me see!" Chen Mo ran over, looking hyped.
Xiaomeng quickly forwarded the second photo to Chen Mo via WeChat. She wouldn't dream of letting him touch her phone directly. Even though she'd been meticulous, if Brother Lin Feng sent something depraved right as Chen Mo was looking, it would be game over.
Chen Mo looked down at the photo on his own screen and a huge, satisfied grin spread across his face.
In the photo, Xiaomeng looked breathtaking—sweet, adorable, and her cheeks were flushed pink from the excitement and the sea breeze. Best of all, her fingertip lined up perfectly with his half-heart in the distance, forming a complete, perfect heart.
The message was loud and clear! They were the ultimate couple!
Chen Mo nodded, feeling a massive surge of smugness. When that pathetic "nice guy" sees this, he's gonna lose his damn mind. He'll probably go insane with jealousy! Serves him right for eyeing my girl.
Meanwhile, back in the dorm, Lin Feng was indeed losing his mind.
But it wasn't jealousy. It was pure, unadulterated thrill.
His phone had lit up twice in a row. He clicked on the first photo first.
One look and Lin Feng's breath hitched. His blood seemed to freeze for a split second before detonating and rushing straight to his groin.
"Holy shit!" he hissed under his breath, bolting upright on his bed.
His head felt like it was going to explode. And no, not the one on his shoulders.
The impact of this photo was a hundred times stronger than he'd imagined!
In the picture, Xiaomeng's face was flushed, her eyes dazed and frantic, one hand forming a cute half-heart that merged with Chen Mo's in the background. But as the camera panned down, the scene became a total, pulse-pounding nightmare of a contrast.
Her skirt was hiked up, and she was completely "commando" underneath!
Between her legs was that tender, hairless slit he'd personally shorn bare, exposed to the lens without a single stitch of clothing to hide it. Her pale thighs were clamped shut in a "Y" shape from the sheer tension and shame.
But even with them squeezed tight, you could clearly see a thin white string dangling from the folds of her peach-fuzz-free opening, blown by the wind against her inner thigh.
This little temptress! She's a natural!
To take a photo like this, at a time like that... Lin Feng felt his sanity being shredded. That innocent face and heart gesture combined with the view below was the ultimate, most twisted contrast possible.
It was as if, during Chen Mo's big "romantic ritual," she was offering her most naked loyalty to another man right in front of his face!
If Lin Feng knew the heart pose wasn't even Xiaomeng's idea, but that Chen Mo—that absolute tool—had begged for it, he probably would have died laughing. Chen Mo had literally directed a masterpiece of his own cuckolding, playing the role of the "devoted background character" without knowing he was the punchline.
Just as Lin Feng's blood was boiling, the second photo popped up.
He clicked it. The background was the same. The heart pose was the same. The sweet smile was the same. The only difference was that in this one, Xiaomeng's skirt was down. Everything looked normal, wholesome, and "lovey-dovey."
Seeing the two photos side-by-side sent his high straight through the roof.
The first was for her "Master"—full of betrayal, shame, and absolute submission. The second was for her "Official Boyfriend"—full of masks, sweetness, and cold-blooded deception.
Thinking about Chen Mo gloating over that "normal" photo, thinking he'd "won," while having no clue that seconds earlier his girlfriend was using that same pose to show another man her deepest, darkest secrets...
Lin Feng felt a sick, visceral rush hit his brain! This was ten thousand times better than just a physical conquest.
He pored over every detail of the shameful heart photo a few more times before finally hitting save. This woman was now his—inside and out, body and soul. He had completely broken her into his own shape.
[Ferry Me, Not Her: Good job today. Go buy yourself something nice.]
Along with the text, a transfer popped up. Lin Feng sent over 5,200 yuan.
On the beach, Xiaomeng's heart leaped. That much money again?!
But the surprise was quickly replaced by a deeper emotion—a pure, soul-level sense of joy and satisfaction. Before, she liked money because it meant her "effort" was paying off. But now, she didn't know why, but seeing Brother Lin Feng say "Good job today" made her feel a hundred times happier than the 5,200 yuan ever could.
The money was just a number. But his praise? That was the ultimate validation for the massive risk and the soul-crushing shame she'd just endured. It proved that everything she did had satisfied him!
Xiaomeng's lips curled into a tiny, satisfied smile. She traced her fingertip over the words "Good job today" on the screen, as if she could feel Lin Feng's touch through the glass. Her face was as red as a ripe peach, glowing with a happiness she couldn't hide.
[Mengmeng: As long as Brother likes it! <3] she replied, her tone dripping with a mix of submissiveness and a desperate need for more.
Then, she tapped "Accept." The 5,200 yuan landed in her account, but her eyes never left that simple bit of praise. She felt like she'd just swallowed a spoonful of honey—sweet, warm, and utterly addicted.