When Lin Feng heard that voice message, his body locked up.
This girl!
Before, she wouldn't even hum a couple of "mmm" sounds on her voice for him, and now she's volunteering to say something this shameless?!
Sure enough — the higher the Corruption Value, the lower the shame.
Without hesitation, he sent over ¥1,314.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Record a video of you peeling them off for me.
Zhou Xiaomeng's heart instantly went into overdrive.
A video? Of the peeling process?
That's… so embarrassing!
But seeing that ¥1,314 hit her account, she bit her lip.
Eh, I'm already this far, and Ferry bro is crazy generous…
Mengmeng: Then… I'll only let Ferry bro see it!
Ferry Me, Not Her: Relax, I just wanna see the effect.
Zhou Xiaomeng took a deep breath, made sure the bed curtain was sealed tight, and then opened the recording.
She propped the phone on a pillow, angled it at her chest, and hit record.
Her hands trembled slightly as they reached for the Band-Aids.
"Ferry bro… I'm gonna peel them now…" Her voice was mosquito-soft, thick with shyness.
Slender fingers gently pinched one corner of the band-aid and slowly, bit by bit, peeled it away.
As the adhesive lifted, the pink little nipple was exposed to the air, quivering, bright and juicy.
"Ah…" She couldn't stop a soft moan — the peeling sensation brought an odd, tingling numbness.
After the first one, she paused, looked at the lens with hazy eyes, and asked, "Ferry bro… is this… okay?"
Then she reached for the second.
This time, she went even slower, like she was putting on a show for the camera. When both pale pink tips were fully bare, she deliberately twisted her body so they swayed left and right in the air.
When the video ended, her face was red as a ripe apple.
She sent it quickly, then tossed her phone aside and buried herself under the blanket.
Lin Feng opened the video — and instantly felt blood rush to his head.
This Zhou Xiaomeng was a natural-born vixen!
That mix of shyness and temptation, those "no-but-yes" movements — a hundred times more stimulating than any adult film.
[Ding! Zhou Xiaomeng recorded a shameful video, Corruption Value +5! Current: 76!]
Right then, Lin Feng reached the package pickup.
"Hey, any package for me? Lin Feng."
The courier rummaged, then handed it over. "This one?"
It was the parcel Zhou Xiaomeng had mailed yesterday. He found a secluded spot, tore it open — inside were the little yellow duck panties, still faintly scented.
[Ding! The host obtained the immortal maiden's intimate clothing. Hand it in now?]
"Hand it in!"
[Ding! "Immortal Maiden's Intimate Clothing" mission progress: 2/3!]
Another ¥10,000 dropped into his account.
Just one more item to go.
Back in the dorm, Zhou Xiaomeng was buried so deep in her blanket her neck turned red from shame.
Even though it was just a cold camera lens, the feeling was like a man was staring at her, inch by inch, with burning eyes.
That intense sense of being watched heated her — her legs clamped tighter around the pillow, her lower belly contracted slightly, rocking her body back and forth.
Eyes closed, her mind replayed the scene.
The weird heat raging inside made her restless.
Instinctively, her hand reached down and gently grabbed her left breast.
Her fingers were slim, her palm small — five fingers spread and sank right in, swallowed by that amazing elasticity.
She could clearly feel the little "pebble" pressing into her palm.
Biting her lip, she couldn't describe what she felt — just empty and desperate.
Ding-dong.
Her phone broke the haze. She grabbed it — it was Ferry Me, Not Her.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Good girl. Come to me when you need money.
Her heartbeat skipped. Without a second thought, she replied:
Mengmeng: Okay, Ferry bro, Mengmeng likes you the most! (づ￣ 3￣)づ
She clutched the phone to her chest, feeling its slight warmth, heart pounding like a drum.
Because she was lying on her side, those full, snowy mounds naturally sandwiched the phone — cold, hard object wrapped in softness, a weirdly thrilling sensation.
In an instant, her face flushed crimson.
She'd… she'd just imagined the phone was Ferry bro's rod.
Oh my god! So embarrassing! Why am I thinking that?!
She yanked the phone away, checked her balance — just a few photos and one video today, and she'd made ¥4,800!
A semester's worth of living expenses!
The massive satisfaction from the money instantly drowned out that tiny bit of shame.
Zhou Xiaomeng rubbed against the pillow a while longer, until the restless heat faded, then let out a long sigh.
Feeling cheerful, she changed into a loose T-shirt and shorts, hopped off the bed, humming some random tune, radiating that good fortune glow.
Her roommate Jiang Xiaoya, face mask on, was bingeing a cheesy drama on her tablet. Hearing the ruckus, she glanced over lazily.
"Yo, what's got you so happy? Flirting with your boy Chen Mo again? Swapping nudes?"
Jiang Xiaoya gave a cheeky wink. "Tell me, is your boyfriend big? Let me give you a professional appraisal!"
"You!" Zhou Xiaomeng's face burned like she'd been stepped on.
Jiang Xiaoya's words hit way too close to home.
She had sent nudes, she was flirting — just not with Chen Mo.
A pang of guilt for her boyfriend surged, but it was drowned by the secret thrill of doing something bad behind everyone's back.
"Wh-who's swapping nudes with him! Only a pervert like you would think that!"
Flustered and annoyed, Zhou Xiaomeng playfully lunged, attacking Jiang Xiaoya with tickles.
"Hey! I'm wearing a mask! Stop, stop… lol, I surrender!"
Two fit girls tussled and rolled around laughing until they were breathless.
Finally separating, Jiang Xiaoya carefully adjusted her slipping mask and flopped back in her chair, gossip fire blazing:
"Seriously, Mengmeng, how far have you and Chen Mo gotten? I mean, even if you haven't done it, you've at least… studied each other's anatomy, right? You've been dating for over a year!"
"You think everyone's a pervert like you?" Zhou Xiaomeng rolled her eyes, feigning righteousness. "Me and MoMo have spiritual mutual appreciation and love!"
Even as she said it, her mind flashed to a blurry figure — Ferry Me, Not Her, that mysterious, generous man.
Just thinking of him made her heart race.