The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 33.2

For instance, right now, Song Mingjiao pulled a pair of fishnet stockings from the deepest part of his wardrobe, looked at them, and curled his lip. Then he pulled out a qipao with a slit up to the high waist, turned in front of the mirror twice, and curled his lip again.

Finally, after picking for a long while and trying several on in front of the mirror, Song Mingjiao’s eyes lit up. He decided on a special outfit and took out his phone.

The “click” of the camera echoed in the empty room, drawing out the system, which was already too angry to face the truth.

Host! I have been in this business for so many years, and I have never seen a host act as out of line as you!

“Oh, well, you’re going to see it today.”

What are you doing? It’s one thing to ruin the male leads, but we have a proper system mission here. You can’t mess around with relationships! Quickly stop those dangerous thoughts in your head!

“Is that so? I think this is much more logical than your main storyline ‘inferiority’ task. At least now everyone is willing, right?”

The system jumped in anger, its values shattered, but it had no way or ability to stop Song Mingjiao. It could only watch helplessly as the host’s behavior, like a runaway horse, could not be pulled back.

“Remember to turn on the censorship filter.”

Song Mingjiao was in a wonderful mood, editing the pictures and informing the system at the same time.

The system was numb.

How long do you want the filter on for?

“Hmm, I don’t know. Just turn it on for a while.”

The system sneered.

Meanwhile, Song Mingjiao had happily edited the pictures and text, his fingertip lightly tapping “send” on the screen.

“Done!”

Before long, He Wang, who was at home, received a message from Song Mingjiao.

He froze for a moment. When he first saw Song Mingjiao’s name appear on the phone screen, He Wang actually couldn’t believe it for a second.

He immediately put down his work and unlocked the screen to check the message. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the chat, He Wang’s breathing stalled.

It was a photo, a photo of Song Mingjiao wearing a little girl’s dress.

“He Wang, the script from the production crew has been sent over again. It’s good; looks like they’re aiming for international awards. Do you want to take a look?”

The manager’s voice came from a distance, but He Wang couldn’t hear any of it.

“Not looking. Don’t come looking for me today.” “Hey! You…”

The manager watched as He Wang began tapping on his phone obsessively again. One didn’t even need to use their brain to know who he was chatting with. The manager rolled their eyes and muttered “love-brain is beyond saving” before leaving with the documents.

He Wang didn’t notice the manager at all. His focus was entirely on the phone screen, on the photo that occupied the entire display.

The photo Song Mingjiao sent showed him kneeling on a luxurious large bed—a bed that looked unfamiliar. But right now, He Wang had no interest in looking at the bed. All he saw was Song Mingjiao wearing a light purple silk nightdress. The fabric was very smooth and soft, and the hem trailed across the bed.

The dress was somewhat loose with a spaghetti strap design. A thin, long ribbon hung over Song Mingjiao’s shoulder; the purple strap and the fair shoulder formed a sharp contrast.

Song Mingjiao wore it loosely, revealing clear collarbones. The front of the dress was a deep V-neck, even faintly revealing the scenery further down.

It was, after all, women’s clothing, and Song Mingjiao wasn’t short. When he wore it, it even exposed his entire thigh.

He wasn’t wearing socks; instead, he wore a garter on his upper thigh, very similar to the one he wore on the first day of the variety show, only with a few more metallic decorative designs.

The garter was a bit tight; one could see the circle of flesh around it in the photo, and the skin under the pressed edges was slightly flushed.

He Wang held his breath, unable to look away for a long time before finally seeing the text message Song Mingjiao sent.

MOON: Just picked out a new bed. Does it look good? HW: It looks good. You look good in everything you wear. MOON: …I was talking about the bed. HW: Both look good. Then… can I come and try… this bed? MOON: Humph.

Based on He Wang’s understanding of Song Mingjiao, this was implied consent.

His breathing grew heavy. Ignoring everything else, he immediately grabbed his car keys from the table and, without looking back, drove toward Song Mingjiao’s villa.

On Song Mingjiao’s end, however, this conversation didn’t just happen with He Wang.

The same photo and the same text message were sent to Li Yuanhua simultaneously. Song Mingjiao was even too lazy to take a second photo from a different angle.

One photo to hook two people. Each thought it was their special treatment; each thought they were monopolizing the treasure.

Perfect!

Li Yuanhua, after all, lived in the villa; he was close and arrived quickly. Almost as soon as Song Mingjiao put down his phone, his bedroom door was knocked on again.

Li Yuanhua entered the little young master’s bedroom again. He hadn’t been here for a long time; for some reason, after the variety show ended, the little young master no longer allowed him into the room.

So this time, when Li Yuanhua saw the transformed master bedroom and the large bed in the center that was clearly several sizes bigger, he was very surprised.

Of course, what surprised Li Yuanhua even more making his blood boil and forcing him to cover his nose for fear of making a fool of himself was Song Mingjiao kneeling in the center of the bed.

Li Yuanhua didn’t dare to speak, afraid of disturbing Song Mingjiao. He silently closed the door, walked to the bedside, and stared at Song Mingjiao with a gaze that didn’t waver for a second.

Not long after, He Wang, who had practically floored the gas pedal, finally arrived at the villa as well.

When he pushed the door open, panting, the first thing he saw was the bed he had seen in the photo, and then he noticed that there was already another person in the room.

He Wang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and finally stepped into the room.

Song Mingjiao was tidying the strap on his shoulder. This dress was pretty, but it was a bit troublesome; it slipped easily.

He didn’t look up, only hooked his finger and said, “Come here. Hold me.”

In the next second, a very familiar embrace surrounded him. Song Mingjiao’s waist was held by He Wang, whose palm stroked back and forth over his slender waist through that soft layer of fabric.

He Wang ignored the bodyguard’s predatory gaze fixed on the person in his arms. He knew Song Mingjiao did this on purpose, and he knew it was a so-called “test.” He could pretend he saw nothing, and he had the confidence that the other man couldn’t take him away.

Song Mingjiao’s waist went soft. The strap he had just carefully fixed was messed up again, hanging loosely from his shoulder.

The man’s breath came near his ear: “Baby, you look very beautiful in this.”

The photo wasn’t enough to express even a tenth of Song Mingjiao’s beauty this time only when He Wang saw him up close could he truly feel it.

The moonlight was hazy, spilling over the light purple pajamas, as holy as an elf and as seductive as a demon. That was why He Wang was willing to sink, willing to accept that there was another person in the room.

“Young Master, the garter has left red marks on you. Let me take it off for you, alright?”

Song Mingjiao closed his eyes, leaning lazily in He Wang’s arms, and gave a casual “Mhm.”

Right after that “Mhm,” the hand He Wang had around his waist suddenly applied force, pulling Song Mingjiao tighter, and then he kissed him suddenly, his heavy breathing audible.

Song Mingjiao closed his eyes, changed his posture, lay in He Wang’s arms, and stretched out his legs.

From beginning to end, he never opened his eyes. He only felt a pair of rough hands touch his thighs, gently removing the garter.

Then, rough fingertips stroked back and forth over the red marks where the garter had once pressed.

The kiss pressed onto Song Mingjiao’s lips was more intense than any of the man’s previous kisses. The man didn’t speak, his face calm, seemingly showing no dissatisfaction.

But Song Mingjiao could feel the force pressing against his lips, carrying a sense of suppressed venting, catching that lip bead and nibbling on it incessantly.

“It’s already red.”

A voice said, husky with unknown emotion.

Song Mingjiao gave another “Mhm.” This time, his tone was filled with laziness, unclear as to whom he was responding to.

The bed began to rock. Song Mingjiao had specifically customized this bed; lying on it felt as soft as lying on swan velvet, and it even had some slight “playful” designs.

It was very wide, enough to hold an entire patch of moonlight.

From the moment Song Mingjiao gave the order for the man to hold him, he had not opened his eyes. Only at this moment, he heard a “Riiip—” sound.

“You tore my dress.”

Song Mingjiao’s voice was a bit breathy, complaining with slight dissatisfaction.

“I’ll buy you another one. Wear it once more, just for me, alright?”

It was the man’s low, raspy voice.

Song Mingjiao let out a laugh and reached out his arms in a gesture asking for a hug.

Naturally, someone was quick to act, letting those thin, white arms drape around his neck.

“We’ll see how you perform.”

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