Chapter 18: AV Star Factory (2)
The room and the outside were like two different worlds. Inside, it was clean, tidy, and bright, with a very unified decor style—even an entire wall was covered in soft yellow wallpaper.
However, a video camera was set up directly facing the bed, its purpose quite obvious.
After entering the room, Song Weiyang casually looked around, then fiddled with the camera for a bit, manipulating the control stick to point it at Ji Ning. "Sis, you look this good on camera too. I feel like it'll be hard for us not to get first place."
This was Ji Ning's second time entering an instance, and she was still a bit nervous. Seeing Song Weiyang so at ease, his demeanor helped her relax considerably.
She smiled and asked, "You're that confident?"
Song Weiyang put down the camera, walked over to Ji Ning, wrapped his arms around her waist, and leaned down to kiss her.
His lips were warm and soft, licking, sucking, pressing, and grinding in perfectly alternating rhythms. The gentle motions made Ji Ning's face flush slightly warm, and in barely a dozen seconds, her entire body's desire had already been awakened.
Ji Ning unconsciously squeezed her thighs together, gripping Song Weiyang's solid arms to keep from losing her balance.
But Song Weiyang ended the kiss very quickly, releasing Ji Ning and raising an eyebrow. "So, do you think I can do it?"
He was a little cocky, but not off-putting at all. He was like a big dog wagging its tail waiting for praise—actually quite cute.
"Yeah… I guess so…" Ji Ning quietly admitted he was impressive.
Song Weiyang kept his arm around Ji Ning, leaning close to her ear to whisper, "You're so cute, no wonder you're number one on the Newcomer Leaderboard. I'm really glad you're the one I'm teaming up with." After saying this, he even kissed Ji Ning's slightly pink earlobe.
He was too outgoing, and combined with his youthful, vibrant energy, it made her heart flutter with confusion. Ji Ning changed the subject. "I wonder what the four-day assessment content will be."
Song Weiyang said easily, "The theme is selecting AV actors, so it's nothing more than the stuff you do when filming those."
Romantic action flicks. When she was alive, Ji Ning had never managed to find the correct way to open those mysterious URLs, nor did she understand what a torrent was. She was only fortunate enough to have a friend send her cloud storage links she could watch directly.
In the few films she had seen, some of the male actors were too ugly, even old men. Others were handsome, but their thrusting was too slow. Although Ji Ning didn't have extensive sexual experience, those films still felt rather uninteresting to her.
"What are you spacing out about?" Song Weiyang saw her distracted and gently tickled her waist with the hand holding her. "So we need to get familiar with each other, find our rhythm, so we don't get eliminated."
He was right. Once inside an instance, everything else could be cast aside; clearing the game was the most important thing.
Ji Ning nodded in agreement. "Okay!"
Song Weiyang was utterly charmed by Ji Ning's attitude of "not quite used to it but trying hard to adapt." Smiling, he bent down and effortlessly scooped her up in his arms, placing her on the bed.
He was tall, so even just being carried like this, Ji Ning felt she was quite far from the ground.
The feeling of weightlessness made her a little dizzy. Lying on the bed, she watched Song Weiyang kneel on the mattress with one knee and pull off his T-shirt.
With clothes on, Song Weiyang looked lean and wiry. But with this upward pulling motion of removing his shirt, his pectoral and arm muscles stretched and compressed, and Ji Ning realized he lacked none of the lines he should have, plus he possessed a very attractive diagonal collarbone line.
After taking off his shirt, he leaned over Ji Ning bare-chested, propping himself on his arms to look at her, his voice laced with laughter. "Sis, why is your face so red?"
Being teased, Ji Ning instinctively covered her face with both hands.
Song Weiyang grabbed one hand in each of his, pinning them on either side of her body. He lowered his head to nuzzle Ji Ning's neck and whispered, "You smell so good. It's the same shower gel, so why do you smell especially nice?"
Everyone entering an instance was in a projected body. They had just showered in the Wooden Cabin and still carried the scent.
Ji Ning also lifted her head to sniff Song Weiyang's neck. It smelled like jasmine flowers sunned by sunlight, mixed with a hint of sweat reminiscent of coffee aroma.
She commented, "You smell good too."
The breath she exhaled swept across Song Weiyang's neck, sending a jolt of electricity through him that numbed half his body.
Song Weiyang could no longer maintain his composure. He buried his head lower, his lips tracing from Ji Ning's collarbone upwards, specifically targeting the sensitive, vulnerable side of her neck, finally kissing the pink little earlobe that had long been fueling his fantasies.
Ji Ning was stimulated to the point her whole body tensed. With her hands restrained and unable to move, a faint sense of shame stirred up endless desire. Her chest rose and fell with nervous breaths, becoming exceptionally alluring.
Song Weiyang's attention was drawn. He had originally intended to keep kissing Ji Ning, but now he only gave her one peck before pulling down the side zipper of her dress and removing it.
Ji Ning was left in only a set of white underwear, lying on the pure white bed. Against the soft yellow wallpaper, her skin appeared even fairer, as if coated with a layer of pearlescent sheen. Because she was aroused, her shoulders were tinged with a faint pink.
Song Weiyang stared, momentarily stunned, before a dark hue spread through his clear pupils.
He buried his head and kissed Ji Ning's chest, pulling down one side of her bra strap to release its restraint. He kissed the soft mound, climbing to the peak, taking the tender red cherry into his mouth to tease it.
The soft, agile tongue wrapped around and stirred the sensitive nipple. Waves of pleasure swept through Ji Ning's body, and she couldn't suppress a moan. "Mm-ah~"
A woman's aroused voice was the best aphrodisiac. Song Weiyang's cock, already hard to the point of aching, swelled another size at this melodious, captivating sound.
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