The Class Flower's Onslaught and Godmother's Sixth Sense
From the day after episode ten ended, Su Yuqing officially launched her "offensive" against Lin Xiaoyang.
First Move: "Accidental" Milk Tea During Morning Study
At 7:20 a.m., Su Yuqing carried two cups of milk tea, smiling sweetly as she walked up to Lin Xiaoyang's seat.
"Lin Xiaoyang, I bought too much. Wanna share one~?"
As she bent down to set the milk tea on his desk, her shirt collar deliberately sagged open, revealing her pale, tender cleavage and the edge of her pink bra.
Lin Xiaoyang didn't even lift his eyelids, firing back coldly: "No thanks. I don't drink sweet stuff."
Su Yuqing bit her lip but didn't leave. Instead, she pulled over a chair and sat right next to him, whispering softly: "You seem really tired lately. Haven't been sleeping well at night?"
Her trailing tone was loaded with implication.
Lin Xiaoyang's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained impassive: "Stayed up late doing homework. What's it to you?"
Second Move: "Borrowing Socks" During PE Class
After running the 800-meter during PE, Su Yuqing pretended to twist her ankle and limped over to Lin Xiaoyang.
"Lin Xiaoyang... my sock got torn. Can I borrow your jacket to wrap it?"
She deliberately kicked off her sneaker, exposing her gray short stockings. There was a small, intentional tear at the sole, her toes painted with pale pink nail polish.
Classmates nearby all turned to look.
Lin Xiaoyang tossed his jacket at her without a change in expression: "Wrap it up. Stop faking."
He turned and walked away without sparing her a glance.
Third Move: "Dropped Phone" During Evening Study
The most dangerous one yet.
After evening study let out, Su Yuqing deliberately dropped her phone right by Lin Xiaoyang's foot.
As she bent to pick it up, her skirt rode up, flashing the gray pantyhose garter at her thigh root and a sliver of pale, tender flesh.
The phone screen lit up—its lock screen wallpaper was blatantly a sneaky side-profile shot of Lin Xiaoyang.
Lin Xiaoyang's scalp went numb in an instant. He stomped on the phone, his voice chillingly cold: "Watch your own shit."
He bent down, snatched it up, and shoved it back into her hand without his fingertips so much as brushing her.
Su Yuqing shuddered under his glare, but it only excited her more.
She knew—he was panicking.
At the same time, across in Room 501 of the opposite complex.
Lin Hongyi was soaking in the bathtub, phone on the side, her fingers idly scratching at the tub's edge.
She'd been feeling off lately: strange girls' footsteps echoing occasionally in the hallway; shadowy figures flickering at the building entrance below the balcony; Lin Xiaoyang's replies to her messages slowing down, sometimes taking minutes.
A woman's intuition clawed at her heart like a cat's paw.
She sent Lin Xiaoyang a voice message:
She laughed at herself right after sending it, deleted it, and retyped:
Lin Xiaoyang replied lightning-fast:
The voice was lazy and drawling, no cracks detectable.
Lin Hongyi stared at the message for ages, frowning to herself: "Something's off... definitely off..."
She climbed out of the tub, bare feet padding to the balcony. She peered across at the dark building—nothing.
But that spied-on sensation stuck like a thorn in her heart, unextractable.
She bit her lip and cursed viciously: "Lin Xiaoyang, if you fucking dare cheat outside, I'll chop your dick off!"
She felt ridiculous after, wrapped in her towel, and headed back inside. The wad of white stockings was still stuffed in her pussy, soaked enough to wring out a handful of water.
She flopped annoyed onto the bed, glaring at the ceiling, sleepless the whole night.
Friday, before evening study.
Su Yuqing finally went nuclear.
When the back door of the classroom was empty, she cornered Lin Xiaoyang at the stairwell landing.
Today she wore an ultra-short pleated skirt, gray pantyhose paired with white garter stockings—the hem so short her thigh roots flashed with every move.
She clutched a pink envelope, her face flushed like a ripe apple.
"Lin Xiaoyang... I-I have something to tell you."
Lin Xiaoyang clocked her vibe and his heart sank; he stepped back half a pace: "Spit it out. I'm in a rush."
Su Yuqing took a deep breath, thrusting the envelope at him with both hands, voice trembling but resolute: "I like you. Since the first day of school. I... I want to date you."
The air went dead silent.
Lin Xiaoyang's mind buzzed, like he'd been struck by lightning.
He stared at Su Yuqing's exquisite little face, but his brain flashed to Lin Hongyi—her face plastered in cum, her pussy stuffed with stockings, screaming "Master" as he fucked her raw.
Revulsion hit him, mingled with absurdity.
"Impossible."
His voice was icy shards, enunciating each word: "I fucking have someone I like. Keep bothering me and I'll end you."
He shoved her aside without touching the envelope and bolted.
Su Yuqing's back slammed the wall from the push, tears spilling instantly.
She sank to the floor, hugging her knees and sobbing silently, shoulders shaking.
When the tears dried, her eyes shifted from grievance to obsessive mania.
"Fine... you only like your godmother, huh? Then I'll make her see with her own eyes how you 'like' her."
4:50 p.m., school bell rang—Lin Xiaoyang shouldered his bag and sprinted to the opposite complex.
His face was ashen, but his cock throbbed painfully hard in his pants, strangled by the flesh-colored pantyhose.
Door swung open—Lin Hongyi in a low-cut loungewear top, smiling to greet him: "Little ancestor, you're early today..."
Before she finished, Lin Xiaoyang pinned her to the wall, yanked down his school pants, and rammed his stocking-sheathed cock in deep—no words, just savage thrusting.
"Ah! Easy... what's gotten into you..."
Lin Hongyi yelped from the impact, but her legs instinctively wrapped around him.
Lin Xiaoyang bit her ear, voice hoarse and furious: "Don't ask. Just take the fuck."
He was extra brutal today—fast, deep, pounding out all his irritation, anxiety, fear.
Living room, sofa, kitchen, bedroom—he railed her everywhere until she begged tearfully for mercy, her pussy swollen shut.
After the final load, Lin Xiaoyang held her on the bed, both panting.
Lin Hongyi's legs were jelly; she sprawled on his chest, fingers tracing circles: "Little rascal, what's got you so fired up today? Who pissed you off?"
Lin Xiaoyang tensed, bullshitting: "Bombed an exam. It's nothing."
Lin Hongyi clearly didn't buy it but didn't press, just gazed at him a moment and softly hummed.
She sensed something off in his scent today, but couldn't pinpoint it.
Lin Xiaoyang shut his eyes, but Su Yuqing's "I like you" echoed relentlessly.
He clutched Lin Hongyi like his sole lifeline.
He absolutely couldn't let anyone ruin his secret with godmother.
Absolutely not.
After that stairwell rejection, Su Yuqing transformed.
No more overt teasing—she went fully underground.
Stalking Escalation
Every night at 9:50 p.m., masked and capped, she hid in the bushes by the complex side gate, snapping Lin Xiaoyang's eager entries and exits from Room 501 with a secondhand DSLR.
In the lens, he always rushed in impatiently; when leaving, his school pants bulged obviously at the crotch.
She sorted photos by date into an encrypted folder named "Evidence."
Trash Intel
Saturday pre-dawn, she rummaged the dumpster under Room 501, fishing out wadded, crumpled stockings and used condoms.
The condoms held terrifying volumes of leftover cum; stockings bore crusty semen stains and female fluids.
Gloved, she bagged them in plastic, locked them in her drawer at home—face burning crimson.
Candid Cam Upgrade
She dropped three grand on a pinhole camera, sewn into a plain delivery box.
Sunday noon, faking a misdelivery, she left it at Room 501's door.
Camera aimed dead at the entryway—door opens, it captures everything inside.
10 p.m. that night: Lin Xiaoyang entered, and within five minutes, the feed blasted intense slamming and Lin Hongyi's muffled cries.
Su Yuqing, earbuds in, rubbed her thighs furiously to three squirting orgasms, biting her pillow.
Same time, inside Room 501.
Lin Xiaoyang had grown increasingly volatile.
He'd pin Lin Hongyi in corners the moment he entered, railing her to vent his inner turmoil, fear, rage.
Fucking rough and frantic, cumming loads deep—often five or six times a night, leaving her sobbing for mercy.
This night, he bent her over the floor-to-ceiling window, pounding from behind fast and heavy; her tits smeared distorted prints on the glass.
Lin Hongyi's legs buckled; she cried out in pain: "Little ancestor... what's wrong again... godmother's gonna get fucked to death..."
Lin Xiaoyang bit her nape, voice gravelly and irate: "Don't ask. Spread your legs and take it."
He had no clue the pinhole outside silently recorded it all;
Nor that fifty meters away at the side gate, Su Yuqing crouched in the bushes, eyes bloodshot, glued to the phone live feed.
Lin Hongyi, fucked senseless, still keenly sensed his offness.
After the last creampie, as Lin Xiaoyang held her on the bed, she draped over his chest, fingers circling: "Little rascal... you hiding something from godmother lately?"
Lin Xiaoyang stiffened, forcing calm: "Nah, just exam stress."
Lin Hongyi dropped it, but shot him a deep look.
No leads, but her unease mounted.
That shadowed voyeur vibe enveloped her like a specter.
And in the distant dark, Su Yuqing saved the final photo, powered off her phone, lips curling in a bone-chilling smirk.
"Lin Xiaoyang, you don't have to be mine. One day, I'll make you destroy your godmother with your own hands."