The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 34.1

What happened afterward was simply too much.

“Was this dress worn specifically for today?” He Wang bit Song Mingjiao’s earlobe, whispering the question into his ear.

“Hmm, why don’t you guess? Which of the two of you did I wear it for?”

Song Mingjiao replied with a soft laugh. Even now, he continued to provoke the man’s temper, completely failing to notice the darkening depth in He Wang’s gaze.

Song Mingjiao gave a playful kick with his lower leg as a nudge. He hadn’t expected that his legs, which usually kicked and moved freely on the bed, would be firmly seized by the ankles. Then, a pair of hands slid up his skin, reaching the red mark pressed into his thigh by the leg strap.

Then came a damp sensation.

“Mm…”

Song Mingjiao let out a soft hum. He could clearly feel the delicate skin of his thighs being touched repeatedly. The skin there was usually hidden by trousers and rarely saw the sun, making it more sensitive than other areas.

Unaccustomed to the sensation, Song Mingjiao was about to open his eyes when He Wang covered them. Next, a cool, pure black silk ribbon was draped over his eyes.

The man’s voice, incredibly hoarse, rang in his ear again: “Baby, wear this.”

Song Mingjiao smiled. “You came prepared?”

He Wang didn’t speak. He simply tied the black silk ribbon behind Song Mingjiao’s head, adjusting its position to ensure not a single ray of light could leak through.

Across the blindfold, the man kissed Song Mingjiao’s eyelids.

Song Mingjiao’s eyelashes flickered in the darkness. It was a peculiar sensation. He turned his head away, slightly unhappy with the man’s assertiveness.

He tried to dodge, but he couldn’t escape. He Wang caught his chin and pulled him back, raining kisses all around the edges of the blindfold.

“Since you want to play big, Baby, I have no choice but to keep you company to the end.”

Song Mingjiao huffed, considering it a sign that the man at least knew how to use some flirtatious tricks rather than just being a brute in bed. He begrudgingly forgave the man’s self-assertion and stopped trying to dodge the continuous kisses, regardless of where they landed.

The silk ribbon He Wang had chosen was of excellent quality. Its cool touch happened to lower the temperature of Song Mingjiao’s currently overheating body. At the same time, it wasn’t tight or uncomfortable; it was very soft.

However, in this state, whether his eyes were open or closed, Song Mingjiao was plunged into darkness. For him, this was incredibly novel even exciting.

Whether it was He Wang or Li Yuanhua, he couldn’t see them, nor could he perceive their movements.

Up until now, Song Mingjiao didn’t realize what was about to happen. His voice carried excitement as his hands climbed He Wang’s arms. “Did you prepare anything else fun?”

He couldn’t see the man’s movements; he only felt himself being lifted.

“Naturally, there is more. Mingjiao, I told you, I’m not afraid of your test. I only worry about whether you can endure it, Baby.”

Song Mingjiao wrinkled his nose, feeling as though he were being looked down upon. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words he intended to say were replaced by a sharp, hurried gasp.

The light purple nightgown he had painstakingly prepared was completely torn at the hem. The dress, which already had very little fabric, was now in tatters, heartlessly tossed onto the bed.

Song Mingjiao’s body was trembling. He Wang’s movements were too fast and urgent, far deeper than any of the man’s previous efforts, even carrying an indescribable sense of punishment and anger, forcibly connecting Song Mingjiao to him.

In his current position, Song Mingjiao was held in the man’s arms. His back was pressed against He Wang’s burning chest, meaning that even when he couldn’t catch his breath, he could only shrink into He Wang’s embrace.

His neck arched back, his snowy, slender throat bending like a swan’s into an incredible curve. Even the pure black silk blindfold began to show damp spots.

This posture allowed He Wang to lower his head and seize that lip he both loved and hated, swallowing all remaining words.

Song Mingjiao couldn’t see. It took quite a while for him to adapt to the current pace. The shadows cast by the moonlight through the window swayed constantly, entangled and inseparable.

In the gaps, he asked brokenly, “Did you… did you chase him away? That’s cheating! I… I can fail your test!”

Song Mingjiao’s waist was gripped tightly. Large, warm palms stroked repeatedly along his two small dimples.

“Baby, at a time like this, stop being so stubborn, okay?”

“Besides, you are the benefactor, the young master. Without your order, how would I dare drive away those who are like mice?”

“Then… where is he?”

Song Mingjiao shook his head a couple of times, rescuing his mouth from He Wang’s to ask the question quickly.

This was the scenario he had meticulously designed. If He Wang drove the other person away, how would this be any different from their usual private encounters? It would be too boring!

Song Mingjiao had looked forward to today for a long time. Even the System couldn’t stop him; he was determined to enjoy himself to the fullest today!

He couldn’t see his own appearance, so he didn’t know how he looked in He Wang’s eyes:

His eyes covered by the silk ribbon, looking dazed as he glanced left and right, even his slender fingers grasping aimlessly in the air.

Like a piece of driftwood floating on the sea, seeking a safe rock to cling to, he inspired both pity and love, yet was even more capable of arousing the man’s latent desire to destroy.

He Wang pursed his lips. Suddenly, he didn’t want to point out the rival’s location to Song Mingjiao. He said stiffly, “He’s here, Mingjiao. You’re the one who wanted to eat; you have to find it yourself.”

Song Mingjiao was so angry he wanted to bite the man, but hampered by the blindfold, he missed. He bared his snowy teeth like a cat hissing all claws and no real threat.

“Young Master, I am here.”

Li Yuanhua’s deep voice drifted over, but strangely, even with Song Mingjiao’s hearing, he couldn’t distinguish which corner of the room the voice was coming from.

But ensuring the person hadn’t left made Song Mingjiao feel relieved. He was currently lightheaded from He Wang’s ministrations and didn’t have much brainpower to ponder the situation.

He only vaguely remembered the small world the System chose for him was a modern society, right? There weren’t any supernatural events, were there?

Forget it. Since the System had turned on the sensory shield and couldn’t answer his questions anyway, Song Mingjiao didn’t bother to care.

The shadows cast by the moon swayed even more violently.

Song Mingjiao felt a pair of hands spread his legs and move upward. Those hands had rough calluses; the pads of the fingers rubbed over the marks left by the leg straps, causing the skin that had been touched repeatedly to tremble uncontrollably.

Then, the already tangled shadows were suddenly joined by another “cloud,” which drifted over the room at an irreversible speed, projecting its own shadow and becoming inseparable from the rest.

Song Mingjiao’s voice changed its tune. The already damp blindfold was now completely soaked. A few crystalline tears even slid down the side of his face, only to be tenderly wiped away by He Wang.

He Wang whispered hoarsely in his ear, “Don’t cry, Baby. Didn’t you say you could take it all?”

Song Mingjiao was certain that the only physical entity he was in contact with at that moment was He Wang. Yet the sensations on his body were incredibly strange.

He really wanted to drag the useless, drag-along System out for a whipping: Had he really not entered a supernatural world by mistake?

“You guys! Despicable!”

Song Mingjiao was soft all over. He summoned his strength to curse a few times. He had realized it now.

Originally, he was the one dangling the two men, playing them like fiddles. But even a cornered dog will jump a wall. He didn’t know what kind of shameful deal these two men had reached in private, but they were actually working together to torment him!

Song Mingjiao couldn’t see Li Yuanhua, but Li Yuanhua seemed to be everywhere, resonating in frequency, working silently.

Song Mingjiao went completely limp, no longer able to support his body. But thanks to the annoying He Wang, he remained in place because He Wang was actually holding him up.

It was too much!

Darn it!

Song Mingjiao was, of course, reminiscing about his dinner today. He swore he would fire the chef who cooked today on the spot!

The moon hung high, refusing to set, unable to escape until it was completely obscured by the clouds.

When Song Mingjiao regained consciousness, he was sitting in the bathtub in the bathroom, filled with temperature-controlled water.

If he remembered correctly, it was like this last time too. The only difference was that last time was in a bathhouse, it was only him and He Wang, and there was no one else. Li Yuanhua had been outside at the time, lonely and holding clothes.

Now, both men were outside the tub, attending to him.

Song Mingjiao was “full” and had slept enough, but he felt a lingering, vague irritation. Without hesitation, he splashed the water from the tub out, landing right on He Wang and Li Yuanhua.

“Both of you, get out!”

Song Mingjiao’s face was cold. One could still see the fading flush at the corners of his eyes. His body was covered in various “strawberries” that incited imagination so many of them that it was impossible to tell who had left which.

Particularly his normally flat lower abdomen, which now showed a slight, subtle curve.

Song Mingjiao could feel that his insides were still sticky. He didn’t know which of them was so lacking in basic manners that they hadn’t thought to clean him up!

But there was another possibility Song Mingjiao hadn’t considered.

If there were only two of them, seeing the fainted Song Mingjiao, they would have dutifully and tenderly cleaned away the fluids.

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