Chapter 43: Tang Tang Sacrifices Her Maiden Youth
Qin Feng’s eyes were cold and steady, showing no flicker of emotion. Without hesitation, he moved his mind slightly, grasped the hands of the three girls, gathered all their weapons, and vanished instantly from where they stood.
In the next moment, the four found themselves inside a system space far larger than a dormitory room. The place was decorated in a simple white style; the room was comfortable and tidy, bearing no trace of the apocalyptic collapse outside.
Qin Feng expertly disassembled the firearms, removed the magazines, and let the bullets clatter into a dedicated metal box. Everything was neat and orderly, radiating an undeniable calmness.
His gaze shifted to Mu Qingyan, who was still dazed. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her delicate frame trembling with anger and fear. She saw Qin Feng silently packing away the guns and ammunition. Seizing the moment while his back was turned, she threw herself at him recklessly, pounding his back with her fists.
Qin Feng said nothing. He quietly removed his Seven Wolves belt, crossed Mu Qingyan’s wrists behind her back, and tightly bound her snow-white wrists with the belt.
“Ah, Qin Feng, you bastard! Wuwuwu,” she sobbed. “Don’t tie me up, you’re hurting me. You can’t do this—you can’t bully a female classmate just because it’s the apocalypse.”
“You hit me first. Doesn’t your hand hurt? Calm down,” Qin Feng said coldly. Then, as if lifting a chick, he grabbed Mu Qingyan by the hair and dragged her into the bathroom.
Bang.
Mu Qingyan was thrown onto the marble floor. The cold touch made her shiver.
“Wuwuwu, Qin Feng, you’re heartless, hiding female classmates!” she wailed. “And what is this place? Wuwuwu, I’m going to call my parents.”
“Qin Feng, you will regret this! Gao Yi’s family is all influential people!”
“Get lost, you shallow wretch!” Qin Feng slammed the heavy soundproof door shut, completely blocking out Mu Qingyan’s desperate cries and pleas.
Outside, Lin Yuwei and Tang Tang remained silent, but their hearts churned with vastly different emotions.
Lin Yuwei looked at Qin Feng’s cold profile and felt no fear; instead, an unprecedented joy welled up inside her. This was the kind of man worthy of trust in the apocalypse—cold, powerful, merciless to enemies.
Moreover, Lin Yuwei harbored no fondness for Mu Qingyan, the cheerleader captain. Though they often called each other “wife” or “darling” in jest, Lin Yuwei utterly disliked Mu Qingyan’s domineering and arrogant attitude.
Mu Qingyan usually flaunted her boyfriend’s position as a student leader and her family background, looking down on others with pride. She often acted as if she would become an official’s wife someday and bossed classmates around.
But now, in the zombie apocalypse, she still treated classmates that way? She was utterly clueless about the changed circumstances—a foolish idiot!
Lin Yuwei knew she had made the right bet; from now on, she would obediently follow Qin Feng.
As for Tang Tang, a chill gripped her heart, and her legs trembled. Her last shred of hope vanished completely when Mu Qingyan was dragged away.
She realized there was no escaping Qin Feng’s grasp today—no chance at all.
Qin Feng coldly locked Mu Qingyan inside the bathroom and seemed to dust off his hands afterward.
He walked over to Lin Yuwei, gently pulling her into his embrace, pinching her cheek with his right hand and softly patting it.
“Yuwei, darling, was the show entertaining?”
“Extremely,” Lin Yuwei replied, feeling Qin Feng’s touch, not daring to resist.
“Good. Watch some TV or relax in the massage chair. Whatever happens in this room, don’t look. Of course, if you want to watch, that’s fine too.”
Lin Yuwei obediently nodded and curled up in the massage chair, but her gaze never left Qin Feng and Tang Tang’s figures, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips.
It seemed the real drama was only just beginning...
Then Qin Feng slowly turned to Tang Tang. He stepped closer, making no sound, yet each step felt like a heavy hammer striking her heart.
“Senior,” Qin Feng’s voice was chillingly calm. “I killed Gao Yi for you. You also saw Wang Zi escape unharmed. I have fulfilled my part of the deal. Now, it’s your turn.”
Tang Tang’s delicate body shivered. Her expression remained blank, revealing neither joy nor sorrow, but she nodded silently.
She slowly walked toward the single bed dressed in comfortable linens, stiff and puppet-like in movement.
She sat on the edge, then lay down flat, settling on a pillow... and tightly closed her eyes.
A crystal tear, unable to be held back, slipped from the corner of her closed eye, trickling into her hair—cold and bone-chilling.
Qin Feng watched that tear without a trace of pity, only the satisfaction of revenge.
He bent down and whispered in her ear: “Thank you.”
...
Time lost meaning in this space. No one knew how long had passed.
About sixty minutes, perhaps.
Lin Yuwei had long since fallen into a deep sleep on a comfortable sofa.
Qin Feng finally released the body in his arms, numb from prolonged holding.
The suppleness and tautness of a top dancer’s form now lay in silent submission.
Afterward, Tang Tang quietly sat up, cheeks flushed, body burning with heat.
She dressed slowly, each movement heavy and deliberate.
“I want to go out. Let me go,” her hoarse voice whispered. “I want to return to the dorm and take a shower.”
Qin Feng studied her exhausted and dazed state and nodded.
He said nothing further. With a thought, Tang Tang’s figure vanished from the space.
She found herself once again at the door of Room 301.
Staggering, she made her way back to her own dorm, Room 303, locked the door, and collapsed against it, unable to support herself.
She didn’t cry out loud but clutched her injured knee, letting silent tears surge forth, soaking her clothes.
After a long while, she stood and entered the bathroom, turning on the shower, allowing the warm water to wash over her numb body.
Her phone lay carelessly on the bed, already powered off.
Had it been on, the relentless ringing and message alerts would have shattered the small device long ago.
Finally, Tang Tang finished her shower.
Water droplets still dripped from her hair as she pressed the power button with trembling hands barely able to hold the phone.
In the chat app, Wang Zi’s profile picture was a huge number—countless messages flooded in.
“Tang Tang? Are you there?”
“Sweetheart Tang? Are you there?”
“Say something, or I’m coming over.”
“Darling Tang, just a word from you?”
“Why is your phone off? Qin Feng and you...”
“Tang Tang, this apocalypse is really hell. I don’t know what to do.”
“How can I save you, my love...”
Tang Tang stared at the messages, a mocking smile curling on her lips.
Wang Zi, do you even count as my boyfriend?
If you cared, you’d be like Wu Changle—rushing over even if you’d turned into a zombie.
So Wang Zi is even worse than Wu Changle...
Her heart sank into icy depths as she silently wept.
Meanwhile, Qin Feng received real-time feedback from the system.
[Ding.]
[Congratulations, the host’s relationship with Tang Tang has made significant progress.]
[Name: Tang Tang]
[Gender: Female]
[Height: 172 cm]
[Weight: 50 kg]
[Figure: Gracefully curved]
[Attractiveness score: 92]
[Department: School of Arts, Dance Major]
[Hobbies: Dancing, Binge-watching dramas]
[The host has triggered various emotions in Tang Tang, earning a substantial amount of emotional points:]
[Humiliation: Finally reached this point with Qin Feng, +3000 points]
[Anger: Angry at boyfriend’s incompetence and weakness, +2000 points]
[Resentment: Believed she could kill with a weapon, +1000 points]
[Joy: Felt a strange pleasure in submission just now, +5000 points]
[Grievance: Sacrificed herself to kill the enemy for her boyfriend, yet he sends useless messages, +2000 points]
[Stockholm Syndrome: Although Qin Feng bullied her, she admires his strength even more, +10000 points]
[Emotional progress bar: Submission (Kneeling, eager to please, ultimate sycophant)]
[System space upgraded to level 10, expanding to 110 square meters]
[Includes a bedroom, separating living room and bedroom functions]
[Bedroom: 30 square meters, Living room: 80 square meters]
[Single bed upgraded to a 1.8-meter double bed]
[Current remaining points of the host: 73,500]