Chapter 27: Tang Tang Gives You Your First Massage
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Tang Tang stared fixedly at the photographs, saliva flooding her mouth.
Lin Yuwei’s words echoed in her ears like the whisper of a devil.
If Satan existed in this world, then Lin Yuwei was him incarnate.
But, when all was said and done, she was only going to do a little work in exchange for something to eat.
She was not betraying Wang Zi, nor was she doing anything improper.
Work for pay. Honest labor. There was nothing shameful about that; it was only right and proper.
Qin Feng had not forced her at gunpoint, either. He had even been very gentlemanly yesterday. He ought to be a good person.
Yes, Qin Feng was a good person. He looked so sunny whenever he smiled...
Tang Tang repeated these words to herself again and again.
She had found the perfect excuse for giving in.
After finishing her mental preparations, Tang Tang climbed out of bed and walked over to the mirror.
The girl reflected there had exquisite features, large eyes, red lips, and a head of thick, beautiful hair.
She pursed her lips, gave her hair a quick brush, and made up her mind.
Fine. I’m going.
She put on a loose white T-shirt and a black skirt that fell to her knees, making herself look a little more dignified.
She did not want to look like that little enchantress Lin Yuwei, who seemed to be going on a date with her boyfriend at first glance.
Tang Tang was at least eighty percent certain that Lin Yuwei and her devoted admirer had something going on.
Wu Changle had probably been cheated on—a vast, verdant grassland indeed...
Then Tang Tang drew a deep breath, left the dormitory, and arrived outside Room 301.
She raised her hand. The effort made her knuckles pale.
Knock, knock, knock.
The door opened.
Qin Feng stood on the other side.
He was dressed in casual home clothes, a gentle smile on his face.
His gaze fell upon Tang Tang, sliding from her delicate features to her erect figure, honed by years of dance training, and finally settling on her long, straight legs.
Girls from the dance department really did have exceptional figures.
There was a hint of appreciation in Qin Feng’s eyes, but not the slightest trace of aggression.
“Good morning, senior.”
His voice was calm, as though he had expected her to come.
Tang Tang’s heart skipped a beat. She nodded nervously.
Qin Feng stepped aside and made way for her.
“Come in.”
“Thank you. I was thinking... I could help you do some cleaning today.”
Qin Feng smiled. He took Tang Tang’s warm hand in his, his tone gentle yet carrying an unmistakable authority.
“Senior, close your eyes.”
Tang Tang’s heart gave a violent thump.
She instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but Qin Feng tightened his grip.
His palm was dry and strong, conveying a strangely reassuring sense of stability.
Tang Tang hesitated for a moment, but in the end she slowly closed her eyes.
Whether it was a blessing or a disaster, there was no escaping it.
Besides, the temptation of that “tomahawk steak” was simply too great.
Boom—
A faint hum seemed to ring beside her ears.
Immediately afterward, Tang Tang felt as though an invisible force had gently tugged at her body.
The sensation of weightlessness vanished almost at once.
“You can open your eyes now.”
Qin Feng’s voice sounded beside her.
Tang Tang’s lashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes.
The sight before her made her forget to breathe.
She was in a room with white walls and minimalist decor.
It was utterly different from the gloomy, oppressive apocalyptic campus outside, filled with the howls of zombies.
This place was bright and spacious, and even possessed an almost unreal luxury.
The roughly eighty-square-meter room was perfectly proportioned and tastefully arranged.
Soft light streamed through a huge “window.”
Beyond it lay blue skies, white clouds, birdsong, and flowers—a beauty too perfect to seem real.
Then she saw her best friend, Lin Yuwei.
Tang Tang’s gaze was abruptly drawn to one corner of the room.
Lin Yuwei was lounging in an extraordinarily comfortable massage chair.
Her eyes were closed, and a blissful smile curved her lips, as though she were enjoying a top-tier spa treatment.
This was a completely different person from the cautious, constantly vigilant girl she had been in their dormitory outside.
Lin Yuwei seemed to sense Tang Tang’s stare. She opened her eyes, flashed her teeth in a grin, and gave her a playful wink.
“Senior, you’re here! I knew you’d come.”
Tang Tang’s mind went blank.
She could not understand anything that was happening before her.
Where was this place?
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Who exactly was Qin Feng?
How could he possess such a miraculous place?
What drew her gaze most irresistibly was the exquisite dining table in the center of the room.
Laid out upon it was precisely the feast Qin Feng had promised her.
A massive tomahawk steak filled the air with the rich aroma of roasted meat.
Its surface was golden brown and faintly crisp, while the inside glowed with an enticing pink hue.
Beside it sat an elegantly arranged plate of black-truffle cream pasta, the truffle’s distinctive fragrance curling into her nostrils.
There was also a golden, buttery slice of French pan-seared foie gras, so delicate it seemed to melt the instant it touched the tongue.
A bottle of deep-red 1982 Lafite stood quietly nearby, its label gleaming faintly beneath the lights.
The fragrance of the food mingled with the mellow scent of red wine, like an invisible hand clawing viciously at Tang Tang’s empty stomach.
She had been hungry for far too long.
The little food she had eaten last night had been digested in no time.
Now, faced with such an exquisite feast, Tang Tang could hardly keep herself from drooling.
“How is this possible? Where did you get all this? It looks exactly like a buffet at a five-star hotel!”
“Senior, don’t ask. Just tell me—do you want to eat?”
Qin Feng’s voice broke through her daze.
“I do. I want to eat,” Tang Tang murmured.
“Heh. If you want to eat, you have to work for it.”
Qin Feng began manipulating her.
“But your room is so clean. It barely needs any cleaning. I can only wash the dishes after we finish eating...”
“Heh. Dream on. You want to eat first and wash the dishes afterward?”
Qin Feng gave a cold laugh.
“Er... you’re right. Since I came here to work for my meal, naturally I should work first and eat afterward. But there doesn’t seem to be any housework to do here.”
Tang Tang looked around.
There was a neat single bed, two pillows, and a neatly folded thin quilt.
A genuine leather sofa for two, a dining table, and two dining chairs.
Qin Feng smiled.
“Simple, senior.”
He released Tang Tang’s hand, walked to the bed, and naturally lowered himself facedown upon it.
The five-foot-wide single bed looked especially soft and comfortable at that moment.
“Senior, here’s your task. Just give me a simple massage.”
Qin Feng turned his head toward the dumbfounded Tang Tang, a teasing smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
“Once you’re done, this all-you-can-eat seafood buffet—the same kind served at five-star hotels—is yours.”
“A massage?”
Tang Tang’s voice trembled faintly.
Heat instantly rose to her cheeks.
Give a boy a massage?
And not just any boy, but Qin Feng, who was shrouded in an air of mystery and danger?
She instinctively looked toward Lin Yuwei, hoping for some guidance.
Lin Yuwei raised her eyebrows at her and silently mouthed, “No big deal.”
Her relaxed attitude made it seem like the most ordinary thing in the world.
Tang Tang’s thoughts churned like storm-tossed waves.
Going over to massage him meant she might have to set aside her reserve, perhaps even... surrender in a certain sense.
She thought of her boyfriend Wang Zi’s sunny smile and remembered his warnings.
“Qin Feng has a gun. Watch out for that dangerous man.”
But at that moment, Wang Zi’s concern and warning seemed pale and powerless before the food within arm’s reach.
The bag of instant noodles he had thrown over had not even crossed the gap between the buildings before it had smashed to pieces.
Qin Feng, on the other hand, could casually produce a tomahawk steak and possess a space like an earthly paradise.
The contrast made the difference between them unmistakable.
Tang Tang’s stomach gave an untimely rumble.
The sound was not loud, but in the quiet room it was exceptionally clear.
Tang Tang’s face turned even redder, nearly to the point of bleeding.
She wished she could find a crack in the floor and crawl into it.
Qin Feng acted as though he had heard nothing. He simply lay on the bed, waiting leisurely for her response.
“Senior, it’s only a massage.”
“Can’t a senior from the dance department even manage such a little thing?”
“Or are you not interested in my tomahawk steak?”
Lin Yuwei sat up from the massage chair and stretched. Then she began to laugh.
“Oh, Tang Tang, you’re already here. What are you afraid of?”
“What’s so frightening about a massage? It’s perfectly proper.”
“Remember when you injured your leg during training? Didn’t I massage it for you?”
“And that time I got a cramp because the pool water was too cold? Didn’t you massage me then?”
“Do a tiny bit of work in exchange for a filling meal. It’s not a bad deal, darling.”
Lin Yuwei began manipulating her best friend as well.
Tang Tang bit her lower lip tightly.
Lin Yuwei’s words seemed to offer her a way out,
but they also resembled the final straw that crushed the last of her hesitation.
That was right. It was only a massage.
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She was not betraying Wang Zi. She was only doing this... to survive.
Besides, Qin Feng had not forced her at gunpoint.
He did not seem... quite as vicious as she had imagined. And with his back turned to her, even if he wanted to make a lewd advance, he could not launch a surprise attack from behind...
Tang Tang drew a deep breath, as though she had made some kind of decision.
“All right.”
The words were forced from her dry throat.
The corners of Qin Feng’s mouth lifted in triumph.
Excellent. Another one had taken the bait.
The same tactic had worked on Lin Yuwei, and now it seemed equally effective on Tang Tang.
Girls might be modest and reserved,
but when faced with overwhelming temptation and the pressure of survival, what value could that little reserve possibly have?
Tang Tang stiffly walked over to the bed. As she looked at Qin Feng’s broad back, her heart began to pound even faster.
As a dance student, she had exceptional control over her body and knew a great deal about pressure points and techniques for relaxing muscles.
But that knowledge was meant for herself or for other women.
Giving a boy a massage—especially in such an ambiguous setting—was a first for her.
She extended her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly.
After hesitating for several seconds, she finally rested them lightly on Qin Feng’s shoulder.
His muscles were firm and resilient. Even through the thin fabric of his clothes, she could feel the strength beneath them.
Tang Tang’s cheeks grew hot as she struggled to calm herself.
Recalling the relaxation techniques her dance instructor had once taught her, she began to press awkwardly.
Her touch was very light, betraying her nervousness and inexperience.
Qin Feng closed his eyes and said nothing, merely releasing an almost inaudible hum.
Was he comfortable, or dissatisfied?
Tang Tang had no way of knowing. She could only force herself to continue.
Her fingertips moved slowly from his shoulders toward his back.
She could feel the texture and warmth of his muscles.
The aroma of the food grew richer in the air.
Mixed with the faint, clean fragrance of Qin Feng’s body wash, it created a peculiar atmosphere.
Tang Tang’s senses grew sharper.
Lin Yuwei watched with great interest from the side.
She picked up her phone, seemingly intending to capture the scene, but after a moment’s thought, set it down again.
Some pleasures were best enjoyed privately.
“Darling, use a little more strength.”
Lin Yuwei began offering professional guidance from the sidelines.
“All right.”
Tang Tang steadied herself and increased the pressure slightly.
This time, Qin Feng let out a satisfied sigh.
Tang Tang relaxed a little. Gradually, she found her rhythm, and her movements became smoother.
But deep within her, the shyness and nervousness never truly faded.
She could feel Qin Feng’s steady breathing.
At that moment, the man lay defenseless before her, allowing her to do as she pleased.
The sensation was strange.
It made her slightly less wary of him and filled her with another emotion—something she could neither define nor explain.
Ding.
The system’s voice rang out in Qin Feng’s mind.
The system has detected various emotions from the second campus beauty.
Name: Tang Tang
Sex: Female
Height: 172 centimeters
Weight: 50 kilograms
Figure: Graceful curves
Appearance rating: 92
Department: College of Arts, Dance Major
Hobbies: Dancing, watching television dramas
Emotional progression: Wavering—humiliation, obedience, willing submission, devoted admirer, ultimate devoted admirer
Guilt: Tang Tang feels guilty for massaging another man behind her boyfriend’s back. +500 points
Worry: Tang Tang fears that going out behind her boyfriend’s back will eventually be discovered. +200 points
Shame: This is Tang Tang’s first time massaging an unfamiliar man, and she is overwhelmed with shame. +1,000 points
Resentment: Tang Tang considers herself an innocent, wealthy, beautiful woman. Why should she be massaging a man? +1,200 points
Depravity: Massaging men is something only women working in pleasure houses do. She, too, has fallen into depravity for the sake of a meal. +1,100 points
Host’s remaining points: 63,000
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