That tiny triangle of fabric was stretched tight between her spread legs, so tight you could almost see the plump mound of her pussy lips underneath.
Even along the edge of the black lace, a few mischievous, curly dark pubic hairs peeked out from the gaps.
"S‑sis… I… I can't take it anymore…"
Lin Feng felt like he was going crazy — that familiar, building surge was rushing back, ready to explode.
He started struggling hard, trying to stand up from the sofa and escape this intoxicating torture.
"Can't take it? Big Sis didn't say you could finish, so you don't," Qin Wanrou's eyes flashed with dominance. She yanked her feet back, locking her ankles around his cock, trapping it in place.
But she'd underestimated the explosive force of a young man pushed to his limit.
The torment by the cabinet had already shattered his endurance.
Now she was using her proudest weapon — those black‑stocking‑clad feet — to pull the same trick again.
Lin Feng felt a wildfire shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
With a sudden burst of strength in his waist and abs, he actually forced himself up from the sofa!
Instead of breaking free, he grabbed her two ankle‑twisting feet and, using the exact method she'd taught him, roughly rubbed them against his cock in hard, punishing strokes.
The force was less about pleasure and more about venting.
"Nnn… ah!! What are you doing?! Stop!"
Qin Wanrou was still trying to issue commands, assuming a "little puppy" like Lin Feng would obediently listen and keep submitting to her.
But an indescribable wave of pleasure shot from her soles through her whole body, straight to her brain.
Her strength vanished — she could only watch, helpless, as Lin Feng dragged her feet closer.
Her words lost all authority.
Lin Feng's tall frame loomed over her with intense pressure.
Her ankles were pinned high in his hands, forcing her into an extremely humiliating pose as she slumped on the sofa.
Her legs were bent and spread wide, the oversized men's shirt rucked up around her waist.
The black garter stockings traced the taut, fleshy lines of her inner thighs, and at the garters' end, her black lace‑soaked pussy was fully, shamelessly exposed to Lin Feng's gaze.
The pose made her look like a pig prepared for slaughter at Lunar New Year.
And Lin Feng's "muzzle" was now aimed straight at her shocked, aroused, flushed face.
"Lin Feng… what… what are you doing!?" Qin Wanrou's voice trembled with panic.
"Teacher," Lin Feng said, urgently, "open your mouth!"
"What!?"
Qin Wanrou's face instantly burned crimson, like she was bleeding.
He… he actually wanted her to open her mouth and take his "filthy thing"?
A surge of shame and offended anger rose in her — how dare he!?
Meanwhile, the "champagne" in Lin Feng's hand — his cock, shaken repeatedly — had built up insane pressure, ready to burst.
If she tasted even a little, he'd succeed.
The addiction effect wasn't a joke.
But Qin Wanrou kept her mouth shut, shaking her head furiously, the graceful arc of her neck taut, refusing to face the barrel.
"Open!" Lin Feng barked, tightening his grip on her ankles.
But in the struggle, he could no longer hold back the flood he'd bottled up.
His body arched hard —
Pssh! Pssh!
With a muffled roar stifled by restraint, a torrent of hot cum erupted like champagne shaken for too long and finally uncorked.
Because Qin Wanrou had turned her head to dodge, the shots sprayed across her smooth, jade‑like cheek and ear, even a few drops landing in her raven hair.
Qin Wanrou froze.
She could feel the warm, strongly male scent hitting her face — it actually stung a little.
How much force was that!?
The warmth slid slowly down her cheek.
The unfamiliar musky smell and heat left her brain blank.
Her seductive eyes squeezed shut, lashes clumped with sticky strands.
Her body trembled — it seemed she'd just experienced an intense climax herself, her pussy convulsing in a gush, juices streaming from her slit, running down her belly, into her cleavage, then down her snowy neck.
"Phew—"
Lin Feng let out a long breath, every muscle relaxing — finally comfortable.
Seeing Qin Wanrou's humiliated look filled him with an unprecedented sense of conquest.
Too bad… he hadn't made her swallow.
But no rush.
He was satisfied now.
Plenty of chances later.
Pleased, Lin Feng finally let go of her ankles.
Her black‑stocking‑clad legs lost support and slid down, the toes just brushing the cold floor.
Qin Wanrou, thoroughly drenched from her own climax, collapsed on the sofa like all her bones had been removed.
She panted hard — the oversized shirt couldn't hide the tidal waves of her chest.
Without a bra, those astonishing mounds heaved with every breath, a breathtaking visual.
The fabric was pushed up into two full, soft peaks.
Each inhale made the peaks perkier, stretching the shirt tight, even revealing the hardened outlines of her nipples.
Each exhale made the massive flesh sink heavily, swaying and jiggling under the shirt like it might burst the fragile buttons and leap out.
Lin Feng's sharp eyes caught another detail — her flat, taut belly was involuntarily contracting, spasming.
This woman… had also climaxed hard enough to squirt.
Just a quick foot rub and she'd soaked herself.
Lin Feng smirked — 90 sensitivity indeed, barely any effort, and she was spraying.
"Lin Feng! Do you have any idea what you're doing!?"
Just as Lin Feng was reveling in his victory, Qin Wanrou's icy voice rang out, full of a teacher's authority scolding a student.
But her pretty face smeared with white streaks, the wet trails on her neck and chest, and those passion‑glazed peach‑blossom eyes completely ruined the authority — instead, it came off as a forced calm after being thoroughly bullied, laced with teasing charm.