Chapter 21: AV Star Factory (5)
Song Weiyang's draw fed quite a few players who were worried about the order. Apart from No. 4 and No. 5, who had drawn sixth and looked dazed, everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.
The No. 8 male player drew first, casting a scornful smile at Ji Ning and her partner, who were fifth.
But at that moment, Ji Ning had no time to study his expression, because Song Weiyang was pulling her toward the props area.
There hung a row of clothes meant to add spice, along with some cat ear and fox tail props.
Ji Ning thought Song Weiyang wanted to use props to make her look sexier, like the lingerie or black stockings others had chosen.
Instead, he picked out a school uniform for her: a white shirt and a blue skirt.
"Are you sure about this?" Ji Ning examined the clothes after taking them. She had expected something like a micro-mini or a cutout design, but after looking them over, she found everything was normal, really plain. She began to feel uncertain.
Song Weiyang glanced at the clothes, then at Ji Ning's face, and pushed her shoulders toward the changing area: "It's fine, this is the one."
When it comes to attracting men, men themselves know best. Seeing Song Weiyang insisting, Ji Ning decided to trust her partner and took the clothes to change.
When Ji Ning came out in the school uniform, she saw the other female players all looking sexy and alluring. Especially No. 3, who was wearing a bondage-style lingerie, a collar, and a fox tail with an anal plug, paired with her hot body—it was staggering.
And Ji Ning, like a schoolgirl who had wandered onto the wrong set, completely out of place here.
Yet as soon as Song Weiyang saw her, his eyes lit up. He leaned in, cupped her face, and kissed her, complimenting, "Big sis, you're really too adorable."
Ji Ning pressed a finger to his lips: "Stop it, look how they're shooting."
The filming had already begun.
No. 3 and No. 8 had posed on the sofa: the man sitting, fondling her breasts, and the woman kneeling with one leg on his thigh in a standing pose, leaning forward to show off her beautiful S-curve and the sexy fox tail.
Not satisfied, No. 3 even tore a few straps on her butt, adding a touch of destructive beauty.
Their group started off so explosively that the pressure instantly multiplied for the five groups still to shoot.
Especially since among them were newcomers playing for the first time. Just managing not to go Out of Character up to now was already good enough. They couldn't be as uninhibited as veteran player No. 3, and it was uncertain whether they could pass the first round of evaluation.
The finished photos and scores for the first group were soon displayed on the projector on the wall. In the end, 89 judges chose to pass, giving them a high score of 89.
The next group, second, though their performance was decent, perhaps because they followed the same sexy route, the No. 11 female player wasn't as well-endowed as No. 3, and her poses were not enticing enough, so she only got 57 points.
As soon as the score came out, No. 11 female player burst into tears on the spot, and her male partner also looked pale.
Ji Ning looked solemnly at the already near-perfect still photos of the first group projected on the screen, secretly pondering how she could surpass No. 3 and the others.
"Don't look anymore, just common and vulgar." Song Weiyang snapped his fingers in front of Ji Ning's eyes. "Big sis, let's quickly prepare our own."
Ji Ning looked up at him: "Mm? How do we prepare?"
Song Weiyang didn't speak, just led Ji Ning to a corner, cupped her face, and kissed her.
Ji Ning looked confused, but Song Weiyang's kiss was too domineering and intense, and he even reached under her clothes to knead her breasts forcefully.
Ji Ning melted instantly, her mind blank, turned into a puddle under Song Weiyang's offensive.
Not yet satisfied, Song Weiyang wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, lifting her up against his chest.
Ji Ning had never been treated like this in public; even that time on the cruise ship had been in the dark.
Under the dual stimulation of shame and pleasure, each squeeze of Song Weiyang's hand inside her clothes sent slight shivers through her.
The base of her thighs was slick, and she couldn't help but squeeze her legs tighter.
"Fifth group, begin shooting."
The two were kissing passionately, inseparable. Upon hearing this, Ji Ning pushed Song Weiyang away.
Unexpectedly, he reached under her skirt and felt her, finding her soaked through. Song Weiyang smiled: "Perfect."
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