I am not just a tycoon

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Yan City, female dormitory of Renmin University.

It's already nighttime, but the dormitory lights haven't been turned off. Some roommates are lying on their beds playing with their phones, some are typing on their computers, and others are chatting with their boyfriends on the balcony.

Zhou Peiwei's phone was ringing, but she pouted and didn't answer it, instead vigorously typing on her laptop.

"Weiwei, who's calling? Why aren't you answering?" asked the roommate next to her.

Zhou Peiwei snorted, "I'm not answering. He didn't reply to my messages all night and didn't answer the video call, so should I pick up just because he's calling now?"

"Oh, it's that handsome Shen guy again, right? By the way, are you two actually together or not?"

Heck no, I wouldn't be his girlfriend... Zhou Peiwei muttered to herself. With so many girls around Shen Yuan, why would he need her as a girlfriend?

Despite her words, she had thought about not getting too deeply involved, but she just couldn't help it.

Every time she thought of that wicked face, she wanted to punch it. What a jerk, always bullying people!

"We're just friends," Zhou Peiwei replied.

"Yeah, right. I don't believe it."

Zhou Peiwei didn't bother explaining. She waited until the phone stopped ringing, waited another 30 seconds, but he didn't call again.

What the heck, he called once and didn't try again when I didn't pick up. I at least called twice. Then, when she waited for a bit longer, the phone rang again. Zhou Peiwei quickly picked it up.

Taking a deep breath, she deliberately let it ring for about 40 seconds before answering.

"Hello, so you finally remembered me now?"

The roommate found this amusing. It was obvious she liked him a lot but always pretended not to care.

While admiring the night view of the lake, Shen Yuan said, "What do you mean finally remembered you? I've been thinking about you all along, just got free now."

"Always with the sweet talk. You must have been fooling around. Look, it's been five hours now."

"I've been really busy."

"I'm not listening, I'm not listening. If you don't answer my video call, you're definitely fooling around."

Shen Yuan laughed, "Alright, alright, I won't argue with you. How have you been lately? Are you attending classes, eating, and sleeping well?"

Zhou Peiwei replied indignantly, "Why do you sound just like my dad?"

"Because I'm supposed to be your..."

"Stop it, no you're not."

Whenever she spoke with Weiwei on the phone, the first half was filled with her complaints and grumbling. But after venting, she'd start sharing the fun things she'd experienced over the past few days, as if she had been saving them up just to tell Shen Yuan.

Once her need to share was satisfied, and it was almost half an hour later, it was time to hang up. She felt reluctant, "I have to hang up now, my roommates are getting ready to sleep. And you should stop fooling around so much. If you really can't stand it, you can come to Yan City to see me."

"Got it. I'll visit you when I have time."

"You always say you'll visit when you have time, but you never do."

"I'm busy."

"Not listening. Alright, I'm hanging up."

"Okay, send me a few pictures of your outfits, from different angles."

"In your dreams. Not happening. Hanging up."

After saying that, Zhou Peiwei hung up the phone. However, after a few minutes, Shen Yuan received photos of her outfits from her.

She said no, but her actions were very honest.

The photos showed her in the privacy of a mosquito net. Nowadays, dormitories use these nets to ensure privacy and make it convenient for chatting with boyfriends.

Clear as day, the pink bra accentuated her round and full figure, her white skin as tender as a boiled egg, fresh and silky.

Still top-notch....

Shen Yuan replied with two thumbs up emojis and then typed "noted," to which Zhou Peiwei immediately sent a "?" Shen Yuan smiled, didn't reply, and put away his phone, ready for his new plans.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

Shi Zhixuan or Aisha? In other words, should he have the big one first or the small one first?

He decided to have the small one first, as Aisha wasn't very happy with her cup size anyway.

He walked to the door of the first guest bedroom and tried to unlock it....Aisha still wasn't very vigilant and hadn't deadbolted the door.

When he pushed the door open, the room was already pitch black. However, there were faint glimmers of light coming from the bed, indicating little Aisha was still on her phone.

"Uh, senior, what, what is it?"

A quivering voice came from the darkness, filled with panic and anxiety.

"Nothing, I just came to see if you're comfortable here."

Shen Yuan closed the door and walked to the bedside to sit down, while Aisha moved further in, eyes flickering with unease.

"I, I'm quite comfortable, the bed is very nice."

"Really? I was worried you might not get used to it. Besides, this bed is harder than the ones in the dorm."

Shen Yuan quietly observed her face. Aisha had a delicate oval face, high eyebrows, and slightly upturned lips—a typical look from Xinjiang Province. Her amber eyes sparkled, and with her deep-set eye sockets, she resembled a captivating vixen.

"No, it's quite fine."

Aisha's voice trembled a bit. It was her first time staying at a guy's house, especially with a senior she admired... and now he was in her room, almost 11 PM.

What is he going to do? What do I want him to do? Aisha bit her lip, too afraid to think further.

"Are you cold? Why are you shivering?" Shen Yuan placed his hand on her shoulder.

Aisha's body stiffened, quickly shaking her head, "No, no."

"Are you really not cold? Let me check."

As he spoke, Shen Yuan's hand ventured into the blanket, his fingers skimming the sheets, occasionally brushing against her waist and arm.

Through the silk pajamas, he could still feel her soft skin, well-maintained despite never being married.

"You're just too nervous."

"Yes, that's it." Aisha trembled slightly, moving further in.

"Why?"

"Because... scared."

"Scared? Scared of what?"

"Scared..."

"Don't be scared, I'm here, I'll protect you."

Shen Yuan held her hand under the blanket and turned on the bedside lamp. The unknown in the dark brought fear, he thought that seeing him might make Aisha feel better.

Aisha wanted to say she was scared of him. Seeing Shen Yuan's face in the light made her even more nervous, her heart pounding like a deer's.

This kind of unknown tension was the scariest.

Shen held her hand until her emotions stabilized and her body stopped trembling, then asked, "I heard you're a bit insecure?"

"Uh, not really..."

Aisha wasn't sure what Shen Yuan was referring to.

"I think you might be. Think about it."

"Um, maybe I am."

Aisha remembered mentioning it to Sister Zhixuan and Sister Yayun a couple of days ago. She had never felt insecure about that before, but Sister Zhixuan and Sister Yayun were quite prominent.

"So, can you tell me why you feel insecure?"

"It's… just that I don't feel good enough."

"Is it here?"

As he said that, Shen Yuan poked her pajama's bulging area under the blanket, feeling the softness through the silk pajamas and bra.

Aisha's face turned red instantly. She quickly moved back, puffing her cheeks without speaking.

"You really shouldn't feel so insecure. You're already ahead of many girls."

"No, I'm not."

Aisha felt aggrieved. At dinner tonight, Sister Zhixuan and Sister Yayun were obviously better, and even Sister Ji Ya and the bodyguard lady were bigger than her.

Even the housekeeper... looked larger than her.

Shen Yuan patiently said, "Do you want to grow bigger?"

"Yes."

"Let me help you, okay?"

"Uh... how can you help?"

Aisha suddenly had a bad feeling. She remembered Sister Yayun telling her about how she often got massaged by guys, and that's how she grew.

Shen Yuan nodded seriously, "Of course I can. Don't you know? Massages can increase blood flow, causing tissues to slightly engorge, making them visually fuller. There are also special techniques like rotating massages, pressing massage root points, which can promote breast development."

Aisha found it very reasonable, but these massage techniques sounded complicated. So, she asked, "But how do you do it?"

"You need a professional old traditional doctor's hand for that."

"For this kind of thing... an old traditional doctor doesn't seem right."

Aisha instinctively thought that old traditional doctors were men.

"Of course, it's not suitable, but fortunately... I am an old traditional doctor."

Shen Yuan laughed and pointed at himself while his hand under the blanket gently slid up Aisha's arm.

"Ah, senior..."

"Let me help you."

Aisha bit her lip hard, her face flushing red, "Senior, you're not lying to me, are you?"

"I'm not lying to you. You'll see, massage today, and you'll measure bigger tomorrow morning."