The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 34.2

However, once the number of people increased, even the task of cleaning became something to compete over. One wouldn’t yield to the other, and in the end, they tacitly agreed to let the fluids remain inside as if competing to see whose would stay longer or reach deeper.

Neither He Wang nor Li Yuanhua left.

“Mingjiao, there is still some water here. Let me wipe it for you.”

He Wang leaned toward Song Mingjiao. During the exercise just now, some suspicious liquid had splashed onto Song Mingjiao’s collarbone.

He Wang held a towel, but before he could touch the skin, he was slapped away.

Then, Song Mingjiao remained silent, sinking himself to the bottom of the tub, leaving only his nose above the water, blowing bubbles.

“I don’t want to see you.”

Song Mingjiao’s voice came from underwater, a muffled attempt to drive them away.

“Is there something the Young Master is dissatisfied with in our service?”

“You have the nerve to say that!”

Song Mingjiao immediately popped back out of the water. The splashing water again soaked the clothes on He Wang, who was standing outside the tub.

His cheeks were puffed out. Even now, his body still seemed to feel the discomfort of being stretched.

Song Mingjiao had never expected that these men, who were originally enemies and disliked each other, would actually unite on certain matters just to force him to say a few soft words in bed.

Song Mingjiao turned and glared fiercely at the silent Li Yuanhua: “And you! You’re a natural, aren’t you? You learned fast!”

Faced with the Young Master’s anger, Li Yuanhua could only apologize flusteredly: “I’m sorry, Young Master.”

Li Yuanhua wanted to say a few more sincere words, but looking at Song Mingjiao’s flushed face now, his mind was filled only with the image of the pure, beautiful, and alluring Young Master under the moonlight earlier.

Li Yuanhua’s ears turned red. He couldn’t speak against his heart, because even if he were to choose again, he probably still wouldn’t have been able to control himself in front of such an inviting Song Mingjiao.

The half-hearted apology made Song Mingjiao even angrier, but He Wang actually laughed: “Ah, then it seems the service exceeded the Young Master’s requirements. You’re too satisfied.”

Song Mingjiao snorted coldly and ignored them, reaching down to clean himself. The tub was covered in foam, so the surface of the water prevented anyone from seeing his movements clearly.

He Wang circled around and, at some point, stepped into the bathtub. A mansion’s bathtub was huge; while it was comfortable for one person, it now provided an opportunity for others.

He Wang reached out the hand that had just done… things to Song Mingjiao: “Baby, let me help you.”

Li Yuanhua, standing by the side, didn’t have as much courage but was also itching to move, staring at a certain spot under the water: “Young Master, I can also help.”

Song Mingjiao had calmed down by now. He swore it definitely wasn’t because of those events under the moonlight that he had lost his mind it was all the fault of these two men!

He smiled and said, syllable by syllable:

“Get. Out.”

The bathroom finally regained its silence.

Song Mingjiao wasn’t truly helpless. After cleaning himself inside and out, he put on a well-fitting bathrobe, wrapping himself tightly from his neck to his ankles, revealing nothing.

The System, whose mechanical brain had been working so hard it was nearly on fire, finally had a chance to lift the shield and come out for air.

Heh, Host, you are truly something.

“Thanks for the compliment. You’ve finally recognized the truth.”

Congratulations, Host! Through your constant ‘death-seeking’ behavior, you have finally reached a 100% Character OOC (Out of Character) rating! You are the first person among all the hosts I’ve handled to achieve this!

“I guessed that long ago. Do you really need to announce it? Useless.”

Song Mingjiao felt a bit drowsy and covered his mouth to yawn. After soaking in the bath, his strength had recovered somewhat, and his body was no longer as soft as before.

In fact, even if the System hadn’t come out to inform him of this fact, Song Mingjiao could have felt it for himself. During that intense entanglement under the moonlight just now, this world’s rejection of him had grown stronger and stronger, reaching a peak.

It made sense. The world had sent him here to complete a task—to play a self-deprecating persona in front of the original male lead. Instead, he had sent the original male lead to prison, abandoned him to have relationships with others, and was even involved in a chaotic mess right now.

If the world didn’t reject him, who would it reject?

“I only care about how to leave now that I’ve hit 100%. When can I go?”

Host, the System warned you: if you don’t follow the task step-by-step and instead cause destruction like this, you cannot leave the world through normal procedures. You will have to endure pain.

“I know. Haven’t you said that many times? So noisy. Do you need to worry? So, how do we go?”

You! Host, you truly have no remorse whatsoever!

Song Mingjiao’s expression remained unchanged. The System took a huge blow to its ego and could only suppress its anger to continue the procedure.

Initiating backup program. Departure countdown 59 minutes, 59 seconds.

From that moment on, Song Mingjiao felt his soul begin to throb with pain. It felt as if his connection to his surroundings was gradually being severed whether it was his perception of his physical body or the people and things around him.

If he had to describe the feeling, Song Mingjiao felt like a person suddenly thrown into the high-pressure depths of the ocean; his internal organs were being squeezed.

So this was the “abnormal extraction” the System mentioned? It was just being squeezed out of the world with a bit of pain for an hour. He could endure it.

The System had made such a big deal out of it before, constantly warning him to stick to his persona and please the original male lead. Song Mingjiao had thought the final departure would be incredibly difficult or bloody.

If he had known it would be like this, he should have made things even worse for Mo Qinan in this world.

Song Mingjiao thought to himself that in the next world, he would likely encounter another male lead as annoying as Mo Qinan. Hmm, making up for it with a double serving wouldn’t be bad.

The System had no idea that before even entering the next world, its Host had already decided to continue ignoring the tasks and had no intention of letting the target off easy.

Still wearing the bathrobe, Song Mingjiao went to the terrace, found a rocking chair to sit in, poured a glass of red wine, and leisurely gazed at the moonlight.

The System’s countdown ticked away. Less than half an hour remained until his departure.

Song Mingjiao felt he had played enough in this world. There wasn’t much worth lingering for. He decided to give his final moments to the bright moon above.

After all, the moon had witnessed the absurdity of the “moonlight” earlier. Looking back now, it really was a bit much.

But at that moment, the door behind him was knocked on again. Another voice, completely lacking a sense of boundaries, forcefully intruded into the farewell time Song Mingjiao had reserved for himself and the moon.

It was He Wang.

“Mingjiao, are you there? The night is deep and the dew is heavy. Be careful not to catch a cold on the terrace.”

When He Wang pushed the door open and stepped onto the terrace, this was the scene he saw:

Song Mingjiao sat alone in the rocking chair, still wearing the bathrobe prepared for him in the bathroom. He hadn’t changed clothes, nor was he meticulously dressed up as usual. The moonlight reflected off the wine glass in his hand, casting a somewhat piercing light.

Song Mingjiao’s shadow was stretched very, very long, even extending past the terrace.

Whether it was because the night was too beautiful or because Song Mingjiao himself naturally radiated light, He Wang felt that Song Mingjiao looked like an ethereal immortal as if he didn’t belong to this world and would be summoned away by the heavens in the next second.

He Wang’s heart tightened for some unknown reason, a pain so sharp it hurt.

Actually, during the time he spent with Song Mingjiao, He Wang could vaguely feel that Song Mingjiao had a sense of incongruity, a lack of harmony with his surroundings.

At the time, He Wang simply thought it was the behavior of a sheltered young master who knew nothing of the world. Never before had he felt this sense of complete separation from the world.

He Wang quickened his pace. His shadow precisely covered Song Mingjiao’s, isolating him from the moon above.

“What are you here for? Want to ask if you passed the test?”

Song Mingjiao’s voice was very soft and slow, very pleasant to hear. But to He Wang, it only added to the panic in his heart.

He Wang shook his head and crouched down beside Song Mingjiao’s chair, just enough to be level with Song Mingjiao’s eyes.

“No, Mingjiao. I’ve already made up my mind. I don’t care how many people are around you; I only want to stay by your side. So, Mingjiao, can you keep testing me from now on?”

When He Wang said “keep testing me from now on,” he wanted Song Mingjiao to give him a definite answer:

He will always be here, he won’t leave, right?

But Song Mingjiao only laughed softly. He swirled the red wine glass, the crimson liquid moving slowly along the walls of the glass. Then, Song Mingjiao tilted his head back and took a sip.

In truth, as the world’s rejection of him grew stronger, he could no longer taste the wine in his mouth.

However, He Wang still grabbed Song Mingjiao’s wrist, stopping him from taking another sip. He Wang held on tight, as if he could hold onto the person in front of him this way.

He Wang said in a low voice, “It’s not a good time to drink, Baby. You… consumed too much energy just now.”

“A second ago you said you asked for nothing, and now you’re trying to control me again?”

He Wang didn’t speak. He just silently gripped Song Mingjiao’s wrist, his eyes showing a plea he had never revealed before.

“Then will you control me? Baby, Mingjiao, you keep controlling me, okay?”

A trace of the brightest, most tender smile bloomed on the corners of Song Mingjiao’s lips. Effortlessly, he broke free from He Wang’s grip and threw the wine glass onto the floor.

Only then did He Wang realize that the person he had always loved possessed such formidable agility.

Crash!

Along with the sound of the glass shattering came a kiss Song Mingjiao proactively placed on He Wang’s lips.

It was a kiss that parted at a touch.

He Wang’s eyes widened, as if he couldn’t believe it.

Had he finally managed to keep the goddess? Did it mean Song Mingjiao wouldn’t leave?

But Song Mingjiao didn’t give He Wang a chance to speak. He extended a finger, pressing it lightly against He Wang’s lips.

“If there’s a chance, perhaps we will meet again.”

Those were the last words Song Mingjiao left for He Wang.

“Baby Mingjiao?”

“Song Mingjiao! Song Mingjiao!!”

The moment the words left his mouth, He Wang saw Song Mingjiao’s body begin to pixelate into lines and squares, like a game glitching out. In just a few seconds, a living person vanished right before his eyes.

All that was left for He Wang was the bathrobe, which still retained some warmth.

After an hour of painful extraction and pressure, the System’s cold voice finally rang in Song Mingjiao’s ear:

World One has ended.

Congratulations, Host. Extraction successful.

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