That single move made Zhou Xiaomeng's breath hitch in her throat!
Here we go again!
But right now, the windows were surrounded by her classmates! Even though the U8 sat high off the ground and people outside could mostly only see her face, the sensation of pushing the boundaries in a public space gave her an indescribable rush of shame.
Almost instinctively, her finger hovered nervously over the window switch.
The glass slid up slowly, sealing out the noise of the campus. The interior of the car fell into a dead silence, save for the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of her heart beating like a war drum.
"It's just a little messy down here. It doesn't really fit a girl as pure and clean as you. You should give it a proper trim."
Lin Feng's finger brushed lightly against the patch of dark hair, and then he let go. The pulled fabric snapped back—pop—re-sealing itself against her burning skin.
The sensation made Xiaomeng's lower abs contract sharply, and an uncontrollable surge of heat flooded out. Lin Feng's tone and actions made it feel like he was appraising a toy that needed maintenance, treating her most precious area with total clinical detachment.
And yet, Zhou Xiaomeng realized that her internal excitement was starting to drown out the shame she was supposed to be feeling!
"Grooming...?" Xiaomeng's cheeks turned scalding hot, the flush creeping all the way down to her neck.
Trimming that private place... for who to see?
The thought hit her like a bolt of lightning. Who else?
For the man sitting right in front of her!
And he clearly wasn't planning on looking just once. He wanted to see it often—regularly. That's why he was making such an outrageous, embarrassing demand!
She couldn't stop her brain from conjuring a vivid image: herself, legs spread wide, knees pulled nearly to her chest, the pale soles of her feet pointing helplessly toward the ceiling. And Lin Feng, hovering over her like a strict connoisseur, meticulously inspecting her tender, pink slit, even pointing and critiquing as he went...
"Ah..." Just the mental image caused a fresh wave of heat to pour from her opening, making her panties feel even more soaked and sticky.
It's too much...
She couldn't help but clamp her legs together, shifting slightly in the seat to grind her labia against the cushion, trying to soothe that agonizing itch.
"What? Is there a problem?" Lin Feng, sharp as ever, noticed her shifting and glanced over.
"No... no," Xiaomeng's voice trailed off into a tiny squeak, her head bowing so low she was practically buried in her own massive cleavage. "I... I just don't know how to groom it..."
"Don't worry if you don't know how," Lin Feng said casually. "I can help you. Or... we could just shave it all off. I happen to have a razor with me. We can try it out in a bit."
As he spoke, he reached over and clicked open the glove compartment.
Click. The door swung down, revealing a can of shaving foam and a polished wooden box. Inside the box lay a gleaming, old-school safety razor, with a small pack of spare blades nestled beside it.
Try it... in a bit?!
Big Brother wants to... shave me himself...
Seeing that razor-sharp blade made Xiaomeng's head spin. Her mind went totally blank! She instinctively covered her burning face with both hands, but her eyes, peeking through her fingers, were full of shock, shame, and a hint of... excitement she didn't even recognize!
Using a razor... down there?
That cold blade sliding across the most sensitive skin on her body...
What would that feel like? Would it hurt? Would he cut her? But knowing Lin Feng was the one doing it made her heart kick like a trapped bird. A raw, primal cocktail of fear and anticipation gave her goosebumps all over!
"Alright, buckle up," Lin Feng's voice snapped her back to reality.
He leaned across her, his large frame suddenly looming over her entire world. A thick, intoxicating scent of pure masculinity hit her, making her breath stop. Lin Feng's arm reached across her body to grab the seatbelt buckle on the far side.
This movement forced his solid chest to press firmly against the incredible softness of her breasts. Through the thin layers of their clothes, she could feel the hardness of his pecs and the radiating heat of his body, while her own curves were squeezed out of shape, molding tightly against him.
Click. The seatbelt was pulled across.
Lin Feng turned his head to click the buckle into the slot. Their faces were suddenly inches apart. Their noses were practically brushing.
Looking at Lin Feng's handsome, striking face this close—staring into those deep eyes and at those sexy, thin lips—Xiaomeng felt her heart skip a beat. Uncontrollably, she began to close her eyes, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
She was ready. Ready for his kiss.
This man started touching her the second she got in the car—how could he pass up a chance to kiss her?!
She even puckered her lips ever so slightly, a silent, trembling invitation. Truth be told, she loved the way Lin Feng kissed her—the way he dominated her, sucking her tongue out and teasing the tip with his own. It was magic.
However, the kiss never came.
Lin Feng's warm breath just brushed against her lips, teasing her like a feather, but he didn't move an inch closer. This "close but no cigar" teasing was more agonizing than a direct kiss!
Xiaomeng felt the fire inside her grow into a blaze, threatening to incinerate the last of her logic. She shifted restlessly in her seat, grinding her petals as she clamped her legs tighter. The void and the craving were driving her insane!
Lin Feng saw exactly how desperate she was.
But he just played dumb. He slowly buckled her in and sat back in his own seat. He was going for the kill today. To do that, he had to build her desire up to a fever pitch, letting it explode at the final moment so she'd drop all resistance.
If he satisfied her now and let her feel good, her "noble" common sense might crawl back into her head by the time they got to the main event.
Strategy is everything.
Lin Feng hated forcing things; it was boring and low-effort. He wanted his prey to walk into the trap willingly, begging for it.
"Where... where are we going?" Xiaomeng asked, her internal heat intensifying. She fanned her face with her small hand, trying to cool down.
In reality, the September weather in Jiangcheng had already turned crisp and cool. It wasn't hot at all. But right now, she felt like she was burning up, with tiny beads of sweat forming on the tip of her cute nose.