Meanwhile, Lin Feng had just finished enjoying Zhou Xiaomeng's solo video when his phone vibrated again.
It was from Jiang Xiaoya.
He tapped it open, and there she was in that barely-there cat-ear outfit.
She was on all fours like a kitten, letting out a few mews that were pure seduction, her big watery eyes locked on the camera, full of flattery and eagerness to please.
The shot started on her delicate, enchanting face, then slowly panned back.
Her smooth, silky back curved beautifully, traveling downward until it focused on her high, plump, perfectly round ass.
And truthfully, Jiang Xiaoya's body was top-tier.
Her ass wasn't pale and petite like Zhou Xiaomeng's — it was firmer, perkier, full of bounce and elasticity, like two ripe peaches you just had to reach out and squeeze to feel that amazing texture.
The camera zoomed in close, giving a clear shot of the fluffy white cat tail.
That thin thong strap was cleverly positioned to avoid the base of the tail.
You could see the beads at the end of the tail — several had already slipped into her asshole, while the rest hung outside like a pearl necklace.
Clearly, this was Jiang Xiaoya's limit.
Even so, the sheer eroticism of the scene had Lin Feng's blood pumping.
These two girls, for money, were both throwing caution to the wind!
As the video ended, Jiang Xiaoya's message came through:
It's Xiaoya: Ferry Bro, do you like this little kitty? From now on, I'm your exclusive pet~ Meow~
If this had happened earlier, seeing Jiang Xiaoya go this far — even using her "first time" back there — Lin Feng would've definitely praised her and sent a fat red packet to encourage her.
But Zhou Xiaomeng's all-in performance had made him realize something important:
Competition breeds progress.
Competition brings more benefits.
If he wanted them to fall completely, he couldn't let either of them feel safe.
So Lin Feng curled his lips into a sly grin and tapped out a reply:
Ferry Me, Not Her: It's okay, I guess. Not as fun as I imagined.
After sending that, he paused, then delivered the killing blow:
Ferry Me, Not Her: Your bestie plays way more wildly!
Along with that, he clipped the last few seconds of Zhou Xiaomeng's solo video — the part where she lost it completely, trembling and squirting — and sent it straight to Jiang Xiaoya.
Let the games begin. May the best girl win.
Over on Jiang Xiaoya's side, she was waiting eagerly for Ferry Bro's praise and a rain of red packets.
She believed her cat-ear outfit, especially that tail, was an absolute trump card.
Zhou Xiaomeng, that fake-innocent green tea, had nothing on her!
But then her phone vibrated. She opened it excitedly.
No red packet.
No praise.
Just a few seconds of video and a man's cold comment.
In the clip, Zhou Xiaomeng was trembling, squirting, her face wearing an ecstatic, dazed look Jiang Xiaoya had never seen before…
Boom!
Jiang Xiaoya's head buzzed as if she'd been struck by lightning.
That damn green tea! That slut!
She was… she was peeing in bed!?
No wonder the bed was shaking earlier, and I heard water sounds — I thought she was just being weird, but she was performing that for another man!
A girl with a boyfriend, humping and peeing in front of another guy!
Pah! Shameless!
Jiang Xiaoya cursed Zhou Xiaomeng in her head, but she forced herself to calm down quickly.
Anger solved nothing.
Right now, Zhou Xiaomeng had already seized the lead with her brazen tactics.
If Jiang Xiaoya just sent a similar solo video, at best she'd match her — but since Zhou was the first to do it, Jiang's video would look like a cheap copy, putting her at a disadvantage.
No way!
If she wanted to truly capture Ferry Bro's heart and steal him from that slut Zhou Xiaomeng, she had to go bigger, wilder, more shocking!
She had to pull out something Zhou couldn't even dream of matching!
A crazy, bold idea formed in her mind.
She picked up her phone and swiftly typed a message:
It's Xiaoya: Ferry Bro, tomorrow at 12:30 noon, meet me at Newspaper Section B in the library!
After that, she sent nothing else.
She didn't even accept the ¥3000 transfer Lin Feng had just sent.
"Interesting."
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow at the chat screen.
This Jiang Xiaoya was far more scheming than Zhou Xiaomeng.
Zhou was basically a money-drunk, sweet, naive girl — in some ways, kinda pure. Tell her to do something, she'd do it, no real backbone of her own.
Jiang Xiaoya, though, was clearly greedier and smarter.
Her refusal to take the ¥3000 wasn't because she didn't love money — quite the opposite, she wanted more!
She was signaling that what she could offer was worth far more than ¥3000.
"Fair enough. Let's see if you can take more from me tomorrow."
Lin Feng smiled and shut his phone off.
He was actually looking forward to this offline meetup.
…
The next day.
Lin Feng finished washing up, changed into clean casual clothes, and strolled unhurriedly into the lecture hall.
The moment he sat down, a cool, faint fragrance drifted into his nose.
Up front sat Xia Yubing.
She was quietly seated, long black hair cascading like a waterfall, revealing a stretch of snowy, elegant swan-like neck.
Even in the simplest white shirt and long skirt, she radiated an otherworldly temperament, like a snow lotus untouched by dust.
A 92 in looks.
Honestly, even that actress Liu Yifei was about on par.
Lin Feng noticed that when he saw Zhou Xiaomeng, Jiang Xiaoya, or even the sexy-as-hell Qin Wanrou, his gaze would unconsciously drift to their chests and asses, his mind filled with raw desire.
But with Xia Yubing, those wicked thoughts vanished instantly, replaced by pure admiration — even a kind of self-conscious reverence, like she was meant to be admired from afar, never touched.
And as the highest-looking, straightest guy among the handful of males in the Chinese Lit department, Lin Feng was used to girls sneaking glances and whispering about him.
Except Xia Yubing — from the start of term till now, she'd never once looked at him on purpose.
Like in her eyes, all men were beneath a single ounce of her attention.